“Ohhhh my liege,” she moaned.
“I’ve always loved that ass of yours,” Androse breathed appreciatively, his hands running along the plush curves, stroking up, fingers running along the tender seam. “It was what first drew me to you.”
“Oh I know, my Emperor,” Fabia breathed, pushing her bottom back into his touch. “And it’s my honour that you appreciate it so.”
“Oh I do,” Androse breathed. He patted her ass fondly. “And as a reward for your loyal service, I think I’ll give it a bit of appreciation before I fuck you.”
“Mmm. Nothing would please me more, my liege.”
She felt Androse lean in and his lips press against her soft bottom. She turned her laughter into a moan of appreciation as his tongue slid between her ass cheeks, stroking against her puckered asshole. It had been some time since he’d licked her ass out. Usually he would only do it when he was drunk and let even his small amount of inhibitions go. She was hardly complaining. The sensation of having the emperor of Istanov licking her ass was the closest thing to pleasure that Androse had been able to give her.
“Oh yesss! Thank you my Emperor! Ah. Your slut thanks you for your attention!”
“Oh gods you’re lovely,” Androse breathed.
“And all for you, my liege,” Fabia moaned as his tongue delved again against her bottom, swirling against her dark star. “Ohhhh gods. I live to serve my liege!”
Her crooning words had the desired effect. She felt his hot breath wash against the sensitive inner flesh of her rear, his bristly chin rubbing against her cheeks as he eagerly licked out her bottom. He pulled back. “Alright, slut. Time for your reward.”
“Oh thank you my liege,” Fabia gasped as she felt his cock tease against her backdoor. “Thank youuuuu!”
She yelped as Androse thrust home, impaling her on his cock. She cried out as he began to thrust, eagerly taking her, dominating her. Fucking her with all the eager gusto of his rank and his gut, pounding her into the floor. “Yessss!” Androse moaned. “Take it, whore! Take your master’s cock!”
“Ooooh!” Fabia cried out, not in the pleasure of her reaming, but because every impact of Andorse’s hips slammed the lingering welts on her ass, sending sweet pleasure bursting through her with the memory of her punishment at her mistress’s hands. She panted, head spinning with bliss. Oh but the Red Witch would so reward her for her work! “Yessss! Take me! F-fuck me!” she gasped.
Androse grunted as his hips continued to work. His fingers dug into her hips as, with a great cry like an ox in rut, he came. Fabia squealed as his hot cum gushed inside her, shuddering with disgusted pleasure at her hefty lover. “Mnnnnn!”
Androse fell back, collapsing onto the bed, his brow beaded with sweat and his chest rising and falling with great, heaving breaths. Prefunctorily, Fabia tugged up her panties and pushed back down her skirt. Rising, she adjusted her expression to one of blissful delight before falling beside him, snuggling up to his side.
“Oh my Emperor,” she breathed, stroking his chest wantonly. “That was so wonderful.”
Androse snorted. “Of course it was, Fabia. Your master gave you what you wanted.”
She smiled wryly. “Oh yes, my Emperor. And, you are ready to give your troops what they so need?”
“And what is that?”
“A leader, my Emperor,” Fabia breathed, leaning up, her whisper hot in his ear. “A commander of conviction. Of strength. They need it, my Emperor. They need you to be decisive as they cannot be. It is why you are in command. Why you are Emperor.”
Androse nodded slowly. “You’re right, Fabia. They do need some decisiveness. High time they had it!” He grinned suddenly, his eyes flashing. “And I know just how to do it.”
“Of course you do, my Emperor,” Fabia breathed, playing with the jeweled necklace on his chest, her smile red as the ruby around his throat. “Of course you do…”
Deepening Danger
The tents had been erected in short order, and Fabia was free to do as she liked. Tonight Androse would not have need of her. He was in council with his generals and they would be at it a while. The camp buzzed with conversation, little of it hopeful. They’d built camp among some of the old ruins of the kingdom which had stood where Istanov did now. Pillars breached the grass and moss like broken blades thrusting up from below the earth. Ancient cracked steps rose towards platforms while here and there, the hollow shells of broken buildings claws from the grasslands like talons. Cookfires flickered against the old carvings in the stone. Steel hissed through the air as men prepared for war. The plan was to march through the pass as soon as possible and fall on the disorganized brutes with dawn at their backs.
It was Androse’s plan. No one disputed it.
Fabia could feel the fear of the foot soldiers and knights. It tightened in the air like thread wound too tight. She shivered in her robe, looking up at one of the stakes arranged outside the command tent. Claudus’s blank eyes looked back, his silver beard rusty with the blood of his severed neck. She could feel that blind stare, accusing her while the remaining commanders listened to Androse’s barking orders and commands in tense silence.
Fabia turned away from the head. She hadn’t expected that. She hadn’t meant it. But… but this was good, wasn’t it? This was better than she could have hoped. Without Claudus, Androse would be given free rein. And he had never commanded troops in his life. Though desertion had fallen off significantly since the example had been made, that only meant more of Istanov’s forces could be beaten at once.
She found a smile as she stepped towards her tent once more. Two ancient stone pillars flanked it, the stonework darkened with age and strange designs. Fabia felt a strange thrill as she stepped through the flap of her tent, immediately walking up towards the mirror. She felt her worries ease, her heart cease it’s fluttering as she reached up towards the strange engravings carved in the upper portion of the mirror. She touched the strange shapes in careful order, as she had been taught to, then stepped back as the glass grew misty and deepened. Her heart throbbed as a familiar, glorious figure stepped through the fog.
“Mistess,” Fabia breathed, dropping to her knees before the figure in the glass.
“Fabia,” the Red Witch said, her voice distorted by the mirror. “I trust you have good news?”
“Oh yes Mistress!” Fabia gasped eagerly. “I’m sure you’ll be pleased!”
“We’ll see.”
Fabia fairly wriggled in pleasure as she said, “Oh it was a near thing mistress! Androse’s generals nearly convinced him to turn back. His sister apparently turned the reserve forces on route to her side and a number more have deserted the army.”
The Red Witch’s brows furrowed, magic crackling off her like red static. “Not welcome news, slut.”
“Oh but there’s more!” Fabia quickly continued. “Androse was considering turning back, but I convinced him not to. He’s still going to attack, and even executed several officers. Including Claudus! He’s on his own mistress. He’s commanding his own troops!” She giggled in delight. “Oh mistress, they’re all yours! Androse hasn’t a prayer of leading his men in real battle. You’ll crush him!”
The Red’s Witch’s eyes flashed. She smiled like the wolf spotting the lamb. “Is that so? That is good news! You did well, slut.”
“Thank you mistress,” Fabia panted in eagerness, her breasts tingling with her excitement, nipples aching to be touched and used. “I’m so glad you’re pleased.”
“Oh I am,” the sorceress purred. She stepped through the mirror, glass rippling in her wake. Her scent, sharp like ozone mingled with strange herbs, spun about Fabia, stirring her thoughts to a haze of hot desire. The sorceress came before her, her hand touching Fabia’s cheek. “I am very pleased.”
Fabia quivered, the touch of the witch’s hand like a spark of pure, naked lust shooting straight to her core. “Oh thank you, mistress,” Fabia moaned.
“In fact, I think you deserve a reward,” the Red
Witch continued, folding Fabia into her arms. Full, firm breasts pressing against Fabia’s through the fabric of her bedding gown.
“Oh mistress,” Fabia moaned as she melted into the other woman’s arms, lashes fluttering in delight. “Thank you.”
“Hmm,” the sorceress hummed, leaning in closer. Fabia’s heart thundered in her chest as those red lips took hers in a powerful kiss.
“Mmm,” Fabia moaned, clinging to the naked woman, her tongue submitting to the witch’s, wrestling for a moment before meekly dancing with the sorceress’s as it plundered the buxom blonde’s mouth. Fabia gasped into the kiss as a hand slipped open her bed robe, revealing her nakedness beneath in all its glory. That same hand grasped her soft breast, Fabia whimpering with delight as sweet pleasure shot through her at the witch’s rough handling.
“Do you like it, slave?” the Red Witch growled.
“Oh yes mistress,” Fabia whimpered.
“You do love to serve don’t you?” the Red Witch said, her hand wandering from the concubine’s breast, sliding along Fabia’s trim stomach and running through the tuft of hair on her mons. “You love being fucked by the powerful. Used like a slave. Why?”
Fabia gasped, her hips quivering as the Red Witch slid a finger along the blonde’s hot quim. “Ohhh m-mistress! I… I love it when you do it. It feels so… so good…”
“I know,” the red witch murmured, a kiss against Fabia’s ear sending shivers down the concubine’s spine. “I know you love it. Because you want me. You want to be my pretty little slut. An eager slave. Because I have power. Isn’t that right?”
“Nnn!” Fabia gasped, a spark of red magic snapping against her pussy. “Ohhh yes!”
“You love power. Being close to power.”
“Oooooh yesssss!” Fabia squealed as the Red Witch began to stroke her, fingers sparking, magic sending mind melting pleasure ringing through her sensitive inner walls. “Ohhh I love power mistress! I love it so muuuch!”
“That’s why you want me,” the Red Witch breathed, pulling her closer, nibbling on Fabia’s ear, her fingers continuing their relentless assault on the blonde’s cunt. “You want to stand above the world, even if you’re kneeling at my feet. You want to be the servant of the woman who’ll bring Istanov down. Who’ll stand above the world. You’ll wear nothing but chains and rags if I want. So long as you can kiss my feet.”
“Yes!” Fabia panted, the visons conjured driving her wild. Sitting at the side of the Red Witch, looking down on monsters and men alike. The concubine of a new queen. A new era! And she would share in that glory. Revel in it! Something more than an empire. Being near a being of true power! “Oh gods mistress. I would do anything for that.”
“I know you would,” the Red Witch purred, a second finger joining her first, moving faster now, pushing Fabia closer, closer, closer to the shuddering climax she could nearly taste. “I know you would because I know exactly the sort of person you are. It’s why I chose you, slave. How I knew you would be perfect to sell humanity to us.”
“Oh mistress,” Fabia whimpered.
“Because you love it,” the Red Witch hissed, grasping Fabia’s breast, squeezing that tender orb until the concubine whined with helpless arousal and pain. “You’d betray your own mother for power. For glory. Power gets you off like nothing else. Doesn’t it?”
“Mistress!” Fabia cried as her hips humped the plunging fingers, her body quivering, trapped, helpless to the teasing, stroking, conquering touch of the red haired sorceress.
“Tell me how much you love it,” the witch said. “Tell me, slut!”
“I love it!” Fabia screamed. “Oh mistress! I love it! I love being your bitch! Your slut! Oh fuck me mistress! Let me serve you! Let me be youuuuuurs!”
“Cum, whore! Cum for me,” the red witch snarled, a third finger joining the two, pushing to the knuckle into Fabia’s cunt.
The concubine arched, screaming with pleasure in the grasp of the witch. Her orgasm burned through her like red lightning. Her body quivered with the toe curling pleasure. Her juices soaked the witch’s fingers and her hand. The strongest climax she had ever known.
Panting, weak, helpless as a kitten, Fabia collapsed against her mistress. Her lidded eyes looked up adoringly into the face of the domineering red head, glorious in her nudity, magic crackling round her like a crown of red thorns. The sorceress unsheathed her fingers from Fabia, earning another whimper of pleasure from the spent woman. The Red Witch examined her slickened fingers idly, then brought them to Fabia’s mouth.
“Suck, slave.”
Willingly Fabia did, tasting her own juices with a shudder of sinful delight. Her tongue swirled submissively, cleaning the sorceress’s fingers thoroughly before her mistress at last withdrew her hand, flicking Fabia’s saliva disdainfully away.
“Enjoy your reward, slave?”
“Oh yes mistress,” Fabia moaned softly.
“Good,” the Red Witch said, a cruel light flickering in her eyes. “Now, lie back on the bed.”
Fabia nodded and slid off the Red Witch’s lap. She rolled onto her back, sinking into the bed. Breathless with anticipation, she watched as the witch stepped over her. With delight Fabia traced the other woman’s naked flesh, lingering on the lush curves of her hips and ass, the full swells over her breasts as the domineering sorceress towered over the concubine, a smirk on her soft lips. The witch lifted her foot, dangling it before Fabia’s face.
Knowing what was desired of her, Fabia lovingly took the other woman’s foot, taking each toe in her lips before lovingly sucking on each, her tongue sliding out and up the Red Witch’s arch, tasting the bitterness of her foot. It was degrading. Humiliating. And yet, Fabia loved it. Some part of her relished the act of servitude to such a potent creature as the Red Witch. Thrilled her in a way she couldn’t name. The same dark part of her soul that allowed her to betray her very species relished in the situation.
The sorceress laughed, pulling her foot away. “Always so eager, whore. Now, it’s high time I got something from this. Though, really, it’s probably a far greater reward for you.”
Fabia’s perked up as the sorceress kneeled down, her mons eclipsing Fabia’s world. “Oh thank you mistress,” the concubine gasped.
“You can thank me better than that,” she said, her smirk the last thing Fabia saw before the witch smothered the concubine beneath her hot muff. In the darkness Fabia was surrounded in the sorceress’s rich scent. Her lashes fluttered, her whole body easing as if to a wonderous drug, and with a will she got to work pleasuring the woman atop her.
For hours they went, lost in a haze of pleasure that seemed never ending. All consuming. Enthralling. She tasted her mistress’s juices, tongued her soft ass, suckled at her soft breast while the Red Witch toyed with Fabia’s own teats, sending sharp pangs of magic into her tender nipples, each sending Fabia into another helpless orgasm.
At last, spent, lying in bed beside the tan beauty of the Red Witch, Fabia sighed in exhausted pleasure. “Oh mistress,” Fabia said, gazing adoringly at the red head beside her. “We’ll be so happy.”
“Hm. I think so,” the Red Witch mused. She crossed her arms behind her head, shaking her crimson locks loose and looking at the ceiling of the tent with amusement. “I think we’ll both enjoy what’s to come…”
Empire’s End
The army never even reached the pass.
Androse had pushed them hard, eager to get to the pass and through before the monsters had time to organize themselves. Sergeants used whips to force the troops on. Riders ranged forward, but inexperienced ones. The night following Claudus’s execution, Gedravor and his scouts had vanished as surely as Corvus had. Undeterred, though seething, Androse drove his men like they had personally betrayed him. Three of every five men he sent scouting didn’t return. But he didn’t care. Didn’t slow his brutal advance to escape the hounding of Damera at his heels. He looked only ahead. Only to the future and his triumph over the monster hordes. He would show them
all. All!
It was an exhausted army that camped in the Wire Woods, whose tall, ragged grass gave the region its name. Campfires were kindled by exhausted men who ate listlessly. Sentries were posted almost as an afterthought, and the soldiers lay down to sleep.
Fabia awoke near midnight with a feeling of dreadful unease. She was as tired as the troops, though she had ridden in a wagon carrying her baggage. Even Androse had been exhausted, not even bothering to take her that night, leaving her to rest and dream of the future. But now she rose from her bed, her heart beating fast. Something was wrong… Something…
A scream broke the stillness. A howl no human throat could make followed. Steel clashed with a clamour like ringing bells. Shouts broke the night. In a sudden panic she grabbed her bed robe and threw open the door of her tent.
And beheld chaos.
Monstrous shapes prowled among the fires of the army. Men awakened suddenly fought desperately against the hulking shapes of minotaurs, the snarling hunched wulfen and others still worse to name. A man went down, screaming as gertlings swarmed him, slashing at him with crude iron knives. Campfires were kicked over, lighting tents like giant torches, and unveiling how deeply the monstrous host had penetrated the camp.
Fabia clutched her robe before her, staring wildly. It was happening. It was all happening now! She whirled about and rushed back into her tent, going straight to the mirror. She touched the wooden engravings at the peak in the familiar pattern, stepping back as mists swirled in the glass. Every moment she waited hammered into her like nails as the chaos of the camp grew louder. Closer.
The mists cleared, and from them rose the Red Witch. “What is it?”
“Mistress!” Fabia gasped, falling to her knees. “It’s happening! The monsters are attacking the army. They’re slaughtering the men!”
“I know,” the Red Witch said, her smile fierce. “We’ve decided to deal with them now. Damera, damn her, is marching against us and it was decided we can’t let more of the emperor’s army defect to her. Not that most have gotten far.”
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