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- Dec 28, 2016
The city of Pantheia was in chaos.
At dusk, fighting had broken out in the streets, and the guards' response had been slow and clumsy. What few reports had reached their commanders spoke of packs of demons and dark elf warriors roaming the streets and cutting down all resistance. They had sent messengers to the castle to inform the royalty, unknowing that none of them would ever arrive. These invaders were no ordinary enemy: they were the forces of Eressia the Thronebreaker. And despite the best efforts of the city's defenders, they had already won. They had won the moment their queen sold her people and her own body to Eressia to protect her daughters. Even now, the castle was unaware of the battle outside, its guards replaced by dark elves, or bribed to ignore the goings on, bought by promises of gold and slaves.
And so, the castle was calm, its inhabitants preparing for bed even as their home burned around them.
In the Royal Chambers, a large and ostentatious room covered in mirrors and paintings, stood the two architects of the city's fall. One was a massive red-skinned demoness, naked save for golden chains and jewelry. The other was Queen Fahla I Raethelian, a tall, full-figured and gorgeous elven woman. She was wearing her evening gown, a sleek, white dress that struggled to contain her generous curves. She was standing in front of the bed, standing tall in the face of what she knew was to come, her hands in front of her, fidgeting.
The demon, Eressia, watched the queen with shameless lust, her lack of clothing baring her truly gargantuan cock, standing at full attention in all its ridged, spiked, cunt-breaking glory. Her eyes travelled over the queen's body, drinking in her beauty. The smooth, tanned skin, the long, lustrous hair, the gargantuan tits, the hips of a true breeder. She was perfect. The perfect slave to add to her harem. She could barely wait to claim her, to fuck her until she couldn't stand, couldn't think, couldn't resist. No woman had ever survived her lusts with their mind intact. Or their holes for that matter. She would be begging for more soon enough.
Suddenly, and with great speed, she approached the elf, almost ramming into her, wrapping her strong arms around the smaller woman and pressing a hard, possessive, greedy kiss on her lips. She forced her tongue into her mouth, tasting her. One of her hands wandered to the back of her head, forcefully gripping her hair, holding her in place. The other travelled down her back slowly, eventually setteling low, grabbing a handfull of ass-flesh. The queen hadn't the most impressive rear, but her chest more than made up for it. In their embrace, the two women's breasts pressed together, Eressia's piercings rubbing harshly against Fahla's nipples.
After a minute of this brazen groping, she pulled away, hands moving to the queen's cheek and hip respectively. She shot her a smug, predatory smile.
"Oh you're just gorgeous, aren't you?" She released the woman from her grip, before pushing her down onto the bed, Fahla landing on her ass. "As a reward for you'r co-operation, you'll get to pick what I fuck first: Your mouth, your tits, your pussy or your ass." She let the woman recover to a sitting position, placing the tip of her massive cock right in front of her. "Either way you may want to get me all slobbered down first, or things might get unpleasant."
At dusk, fighting had broken out in the streets, and the guards' response had been slow and clumsy. What few reports had reached their commanders spoke of packs of demons and dark elf warriors roaming the streets and cutting down all resistance. They had sent messengers to the castle to inform the royalty, unknowing that none of them would ever arrive. These invaders were no ordinary enemy: they were the forces of Eressia the Thronebreaker. And despite the best efforts of the city's defenders, they had already won. They had won the moment their queen sold her people and her own body to Eressia to protect her daughters. Even now, the castle was unaware of the battle outside, its guards replaced by dark elves, or bribed to ignore the goings on, bought by promises of gold and slaves.
And so, the castle was calm, its inhabitants preparing for bed even as their home burned around them.
In the Royal Chambers, a large and ostentatious room covered in mirrors and paintings, stood the two architects of the city's fall. One was a massive red-skinned demoness, naked save for golden chains and jewelry. The other was Queen Fahla I Raethelian, a tall, full-figured and gorgeous elven woman. She was wearing her evening gown, a sleek, white dress that struggled to contain her generous curves. She was standing in front of the bed, standing tall in the face of what she knew was to come, her hands in front of her, fidgeting.
The demon, Eressia, watched the queen with shameless lust, her lack of clothing baring her truly gargantuan cock, standing at full attention in all its ridged, spiked, cunt-breaking glory. Her eyes travelled over the queen's body, drinking in her beauty. The smooth, tanned skin, the long, lustrous hair, the gargantuan tits, the hips of a true breeder. She was perfect. The perfect slave to add to her harem. She could barely wait to claim her, to fuck her until she couldn't stand, couldn't think, couldn't resist. No woman had ever survived her lusts with their mind intact. Or their holes for that matter. She would be begging for more soon enough.
Suddenly, and with great speed, she approached the elf, almost ramming into her, wrapping her strong arms around the smaller woman and pressing a hard, possessive, greedy kiss on her lips. She forced her tongue into her mouth, tasting her. One of her hands wandered to the back of her head, forcefully gripping her hair, holding her in place. The other travelled down her back slowly, eventually setteling low, grabbing a handfull of ass-flesh. The queen hadn't the most impressive rear, but her chest more than made up for it. In their embrace, the two women's breasts pressed together, Eressia's piercings rubbing harshly against Fahla's nipples.
After a minute of this brazen groping, she pulled away, hands moving to the queen's cheek and hip respectively. She shot her a smug, predatory smile.
"Oh you're just gorgeous, aren't you?" She released the woman from her grip, before pushing her down onto the bed, Fahla landing on her ass. "As a reward for you'r co-operation, you'll get to pick what I fuck first: Your mouth, your tits, your pussy or your ass." She let the woman recover to a sitting position, placing the tip of her massive cock right in front of her. "Either way you may want to get me all slobbered down first, or things might get unpleasant."