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Keeping Crowned [Crushedbyheels/iridium248]

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Delmara dressed in a hurry ~ Well, as close to a hurry as she'd allow herself, her sorcery winding her emerald robes around her lovely form...The stately gown molding to her lissome figure, jade-green eyes narrowed as she listened to his words~!

"Very interesting," she mused, almost to herself...Wondering if she counted as the ruling monarch *just* yet! It'd be a shame if it specifically meant a man, or at least a King! For now, though - She perched her chin on her gloved hands, clearly thinking it over; "I do believe I should take a look at it for myself, first." While the Kai Wen ambassador had *really* given her a night to remember, there was only so far she could trust him...For now, anyway~!
 
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Unfortunately, of course, it can be difficult for a reigning monarchn to slip away. Especially if they're trying to collect something they don't dare tell anyone else about. Under other circumstances, she could send a warrior, but for now...

For now, there was court. Officials took most of the requests from various petitioners, but one or two were allowed to see the queen personally. Most of their concerns were minor, and easily handled. One man said his daughter had been accused of being a witch, but was innocent.

Owen handled that one, as a high knight of the holy order, sending a trusted lieutennant to examine the case. He had once again taken up the self-appointed post of bodyguard at her shoulder.

"It shames me," Owen admitted earnestly in her ear, "but my bretheren can be...overzealous when it comes to pursuing the taint of sorcery. I hope this man's daughter truly isn't a sorceress..."

The two petitioners of interest that day were the last two, just before lunch. The first was the Kai-Wen ambassador. He strode confidently into the room, silk robes flowing around his body, and bowed in a manner that less said "I honor you, my queen" than it said "I'm doing this room a favor by bowing in it."

"Your Majesty," the Kai-Wen ambassador said, "I have recieved news from my emperor. As one monarch to another, he knows your most noble birthday is coming up, in not so long a time in the grand scheme of things. He has demanded that I ask you one question...red or blue? I would have simply said Red, of course, but I felt I must ask you in person."

He looked up and grinned at her, and that expression cleared up his real reason for coming here for such a mundane question. He was looking half at her...and half at Owen. This visit was about looking at his rival and daring the paladin to hear his thoughts; I fucked your woman.

With her answer, the Kai Wen ambassador took his leave, and was replaced by the stocky, muscular dwarven ambassador. He wore metal shoulderplayes over a set of grey robes, adorned with the Dwarven Kingdom's sygil of a skull and hammer. His face was scarred, with a patch over one eye and several deep slashes in the other.

"Your Majesty," the Dwarven ambassador said. "As per our ancient treaty, I have come to request your approval for a joint human/dwarven business venture. There is a cliff face, three hours ride or so into the forest beyond here. My surveyors believe that it may hold a great welth in lead, to the benefit of us both."

There was of course, more than that...there was the only recently identified gem!

"Now the Treaty has, of course, lapsed in recent years...specifically, during your predecessor's tenure. But the original intent was that your highness could choose to deny the request if it would destroy a natural treasure of Kasharia. As such, might I propose an outing to the sight this afternoon? A picnic. I can offer you a pleasant outing in the woods and fine Dwarven cuisine, if your majesty is so inclined."
 
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Indeed, affairs of state had such a way of keeping people occupied...Queen Delmara, however, was used to it. Or at least, she regarded it as a necessary evil - One had to keep up appearances, after all. Most of the matters before her were minor ones; Petty, almost - but she gave them her full attention...Though there really was little more she needed to do than to nod, or to shake her head.

It was a good thing, too - The full robes of state were heavy and elaborate, good for little more than sitting in place; The trailing hem of her emerald gown cascading to the floor, with only the faintest sensation of Delmara's long, smooth legs - Crossing, idly, beneath the shimmering fabric.

"Indeed," she murmured, at Owen's words; "-It would bring so much sorrow to her family...I shall pray for the poor girl's innocence."

Queen Delmara's voice was low, sweet - Thoughtful, almost - but she couldn't resist the faintest smile at the approach of the Kai-Wen Ambassador; Gracing him with a little nod, as her slim fingers cupped her chin - Canting her head to the side, a soft "Hmmmm~" thrumming from her silky throat - "My, that is most prescient of you," she breathed, her voice just a hair huskier than before...Gracing him with a slight, but fetching smile. "...I believe that the Red shall do very nicely, yes."

In all fairness, she had plenty to think about; Her thoughts occupied by the location of the gem, the empty crown a constant reminder of lost potential...Which was why she drew herself up in her seat, when the Dwarven Ambassador came before her - Delmara's emerald eyes settling on him, listening intently! She'd few dealings with the Dwarves before, but the gorgeous Queen recognized an opportunity when she saw one...For both temporal and sorcerous power~!

"It would be my pleasure, good Sir," she answered, her voice warm, caressing - Even as she drew herself up to her full height, with a regal air. "-The ties between the Crown and the Dwarven Throne are the very bedrock of the country...It is past time they were renewed." She favoured him with that fetching smile of hers, holding his gaze:

"This afternoon, then: I am, of course, eager to hear more - And for the pleasure of your company."

The Crown's coffers weren't as bountiful as they could have been, of course: Gem aside, it would be worth hearing him out. She knew, after all, how industrious the Dwarves could be...
 
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The party for the woods must have been arranged while the ambassador was meeting with her. It was too large and elaborate to have been a spur of the moment affair. Her own carriage, and her own royal guards, had to be mustered; but the Dwarves were already suited up and ready.

There were Dwarven nobles, the few in the kingdom at least. There were a few assorted hangers on as well, human and dwarf; affairs like this attracted them like honey attracted bees. Th dwarven carriages were stout and strong, made of a metal colored like bronze (but, knowing the dwarves, was most likely far stronger.)

Dwarven smithing magic was one of the few kinds not feared in Kasharia; partly because it mostly limited itself to subtle strengthenings of construction or unnatural sharpness to swords, partly because the mad king had hated and feared the dwarves so much ("They're far too close to crotch height for comfort, eh? Eh?") that anything dwarven had become symbol of rebellion.

Owen was unable to come, having to deal with some matter for the Holy Orders in the city, but a small contingent of her personal guard was there as the party rolled out into the forest. Guards, human and dwarven, watched alertly from horses (or stout war ponies, in the case of the dwarves) and atop carriages. There were still Orcs in the forest, after all, although none of the large bands had come anywhere near the city in recent months.

The Dwarven ambassador rode in the carriage with her, smiling and making conversation. He was quite charming, if a bit gruff. Unfortunately, their conversation was cut short.

The Orc band was massive. It struck the caravan like lightning; defenders were cut through or pushed aside by jagged weapons made by the Orc's favored cursed black metal. The attack happened so quickly no one had a chance to notice that it wasn't a typical Orc attack; normally, Orcs loved a fight, staying on to duel anyone still willing to swing a sword. This time the Orcs struck with purpose, largely ignoring anyone who wasn't a direct threat.

Queen Delmara felt herself grabbed roughly by powerful green hands and dragged from the carriage. As soon as they had her, the Orcs broke off and ran away with her, deep into the forest.
 
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In all fairness, one of Queen Delmara's virtues - And she *did* have a few, under the lust and the hunger for power - was that she didn't share the prejudices of her subjects...Or even the superstitions! In fact, she'd always found the Dwarves to be quite amendable...Solid, like the roots of the earth - As long as their payment came in large quanitities and on time.

It'd been a while since she'd last travelled into the countryside...Since the coronation, anyway. With her hands folded demurely on her lap, the midnight-haired beauty made small talk with the Dwarf...Though their experiences were very different, their cities had piqued her interest - As well as their advancements had made! It certainly didn't hurt that she found the ambassador interesting, too...Enough to favour him with a coy smile, her head canted to the side as she listened intently...

-But just when she would've let him take her hand, while expounding on the virtues of Dwarven civilization...The commotion from outside interrupted her! The sounds - The hacking of steel through flesh, the sudden outburst of violence...It was unmistakeable! "Raiders~!" The Queen hissed, rising to her feet - She didn't even have a chance to use sorcery...Which was a mercy, because she'd have been revealing herself in front of so many witnesses!

"Wai-" she managed, as the carriage door was literally torn off it's hinges - A thick, muscled arm wrenching her out, in the space of a few heartbeats! Delmara didn't have more than a moment to struggle...The orcs were quick, efficient, bundling her away - The world rushing past, in a blur, as her emerald gown tore beneath the hard pull~!

"Guards-" Delmara began - Her shout cut short, as the Orcs retreated - taking her with them. Her long, lissome legs were bared, a long tear running up the fabric of her costume...The Queen's crown askew, perched at a jaunty angle as she tried to free herself...But it was hopeless. She couldn't hope to break their grasp, magic or not - Her voice receding into the distance, her heart pounding in her chest!

She knew, right then, that this wasn't a random raid...It was too deliberate, too well-planned for this. The orcs - They'd *known* she was coming...And they'd come specifically to take her hostage. A normal woman would've wept and thrashed, but Delmara was made of sterner stuff...The thoughts flashing through her mind, as she was carried away!

Whatever came next - She was going to survive this. More...Heads were going to roll.
 
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The run through the forest was short, partly because they didn't travel far and partly because few things moved quite as fast as orcs on their own home ground. Delmara found herself carried through the forest, past a few rocky outcroppings, and finally to the Orc camp itself.

The Orc camp was placed at the base of a cliff...the very same cliff Kulg had described to her. The camp was made of hide tents, horrible smells wafting from inside many of them. A war party, not a settlement; Orcish warriors strode confidently between the tents, although one or two looked at the captive queen hungrily.

Delmara was brought before the Orc chieftain; a massive wall of green skinned muscle, with huge proud tusts. He hyde loingloth--that did NOT completely hide his thick, swinging green member-- and bandoleer across his chest, weapons hung on it. Besides a pair of sandals, the chieftain was bare, his rippling green body gleaming in the sun.

It would be forgiveable to not notice the wizened old hag behind him. She was the most wrinkled, hunched old woman imagineable, with the horns and exaggerated featurs of an Orc. She wore a black robe and appeared to be chewing a raven's feather.

"So we meet," the Orc chieftain said. "You are the ruler of little-men city, with it's towers. We care not for your city. We care for that."

The chieftain pointed to the cliff wall. There, behind where he stood, she could see a gem for her crown. It was embedded into the rock face by some powerful magic. All around it there were chizel marks and hammer blows; the Orcs had been trying to get it for some time.

"My Witch says it is an artifact of power," the Orc chieftain said. "But my warriors cannot claim it. My Witch tells me you can. So bring me the jewel!"
 
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It wasn't too far - But as they drew close to the orc camp, Queen Delmara couldn't help but feel...A distinct, and unusual, sensation of deja vu~! The realization came within moments - They were headed to the potential site of the Dwarf mine, which meant...

Her suspicions were confirmed, mere moments later, when the luscious Queen was hauled before the Chieftain; Her nose crinkling at the horrible smells that wafted up from the camp. She had no idea what the brutal orcs had planned for her, only that she probably wasn't going to like it...But she couldn't hide the admiring gasp that thrummed from her lips, as the sight of the Chieftain! She couldn't help it - He was, after all, very impressive...And so very, *very* male~!

It was a momentary flicker of attraction, as her gaze slid up and over his corded form...A gaze that would've lingered, if not for the oppressive presence of the Witch behind him. Delmara's eyes narrowed, ever-so-slightly, as she drew herself up to her full height...Smoothing down the hem of her robe, her legs crossing with a supple scrape of smooth fabric. The gem: It was right there, in front of her. So close, yet so far...If she retrieved it, right now, the Witch was ready to counter whatever she might try to do.

This, it seemed, was a time for diplomacy.

"-And then what?" Queen Delmara's voice was imperious, but not mocking - Addressing the orc Chieftain directly, refusing to be cowed. "Power, noble Chieftain, is not an end in itself; It is a means to an end." The gorgeous Regent rested a hand on her curvy hip...Even as she wondered at what she could do with the gem - Her only bargaining chip.

"If I am to bring you the jewel...I would first know your intentions. What is it that you want, that a Queen cannot grant you?"
 
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The orc witch hissed, an baleful eye glared from beneath her horrid, wrinkled brow at the sorceress queen. The orc chieftain, on the other hand, did seem intruiged, looking at Delmara with undisguised lust. As, for that matter, were most of the other Orcs in camp...they'd all had human women before, of course, but one so beautiful was rare...and one who was WILLING was almost unheard of.

"Chieftain," the Witch hissed. "Her blood would be sufficient to cast the spell. Why not sacrifice her? First her body to the Ruttuk, the One who Lusts, and then if that has not broken her she can be sacrificed to Ulgor, Who Hammers in the Sky. Her blood will grant us the gem, and you will have had your fun, mighty one."

The cheiftain mulled this over. It seemed to him that one way, he got to have sex with the human and he might not get the gem. With his witch's suggestion, he could have sex with the pretty human AND get the gem. The only problem was...

"By ancient law," the chieftain said, "the warriors take the sacrifice to the Lusting One before the cheiftain."

Strong orc hands grabbed at Delmara from all sides, pulling at her clothes as a mob of Orcs closed in.
 
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Oh, this wasn't over~! That awful orc hag had the Chieftain wrapped around her finger...Which was likely par for the course in tribes. Delmara had time for a shuddering gasp, as the other orcs closed it - Tearing at her clothes, tugging at her~! She set her feet, struggling against them: Not too hard, of course, as she already knew it was fruitless! She did, however, shoot the Witch a dark look...She was going to take her revenge out of that horrible, dried-up old witch's hide, when she got the chance...

Being a sacrifice didn't sound good - But what was the Lusting One? The name sent a hot shiver coursing up her spine...Even as the orcs dragged her off, her feet kicking~!

"You - nnnnnnn - have no idea what you're toying with-" Queen Delmara hissed, her emerald eyes flashing with fury; That jewel was hers by right!
 
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Her clothes were the finest, most luxurious fabrics available...in other words, flimsy and not up to taking a lot of punishment. Certainly not up to taking the attention of dozens of lust-crazed orcs! The clothes were largely shredded and torn aside, as the Orc warriors surrounded her. One forced her to her knees and she found herself kneeling at eye level with a bunch of thick, sweaty green members...all rock hard and already oozing precum from their tips.

((Sorry for the short, didn't want to just assume her level of resistance.))
 
It didn't take them too long to peel her right out of her clothes - Scads of green fabric fluttering in the breeze, as the silk tore in great rents...Revealing the curves of Delmara's luscious form~! A taut gasp of outraged surprise purred from the luscious Regent's lips - Her deep green eyes narrowing, clutching at the last scraps of her costume...Before she was forced to her knees~!

"Nnnnnn~!" the breathless sound - A shivery hiss - pulsed from the very core of her being, as she was confronted by the obscene sway of orc cocks...So hard, so throbbing, the smell made her head swim~! She could feel her nipples stiffen, her skin flushing with new heat...Lissome legs pressing together, as a hot shudder raced up her spine. Any woman would've had a very hard time resisting the temptation...But the voluptuous Regent had appearances to keep up, even as sweat glistened on her skin.

If she opened her mouth - If she just sucked - they'd be all over her in mere moments...The very thought enough to make dark spots dance in her vision~!

"Is this..." Delmara managed, her breath coming rather faster, now - Biting her lip, to hold back a moan~! "-w, what you mean to do to me? Throw me to the wolves...Instead of claiming me yourself~?" She was such a sight...Gorgeously dishevelled, her lissome form bared to the cool air - That full chest heaving with each breath, her toes curling in her stiletto-heeled slippers...Her mouth going dry as the potent orc musk hung in the air~!
 
"In a sacrifice to the One who Lusts," the Orc chieftain said, licking his lips, "the warriors take the sacrifice before the chieftain. Do not worry; you will feel it when I take you. I am large!!!"

That was certainly undeniable; he had pulled his loincloth aside now to reveal a fat, sweaty cock that was huge even by the standards of goblinkin. He leaned back in his chair to watch the show, occasionally stroking his titanic member.

Behind Delmara, an Orc roughly grabbed her ass, pulling it up into the sir and pushing his thick cock against her pussy. Another grabbed her hair, pushing his cock into her face, seeking her mouth and leaving streaks of precum along her cheeks.
 
When Delmara's gaze settled on the enormous, throbbing organ that loomed before her, with it's own obscene sway - Her eyes went wide, a gasp pulsing from her lips as dark spots danced in her field of vision...Her gaze flitting up and over the steaming shaft, as her knees went weak~! She didn't have more than a moment to prepare herself, however...As the other orcs groped at her, her lissome legs spread - Thick fingers pushing her luscious ass up into the air, a "Nnnnnn~!!!" of appalled, yet heady, surprise thrumming from the very core of her being~!

"There's no way I'll - Mmmmmmggghhh~!!!" the luscious brunette began - Before she was silenced by the not-quite-as thick, but equally impressive orc shaft that sank between her full, pouting lips...Into her hot, wet mouth~! Her tongue flailed against the intruder, her moan only sending a wave of delightful sensation pulsing up the steaming meat - Her glossy black hair making the perfect handholds, as her body squirmed in outrage~!

With her knees on the ground, she had no leverage - Those long, lovely legs made to part, a hot shudder racing up her spine as Queen Delmara felt a hot trickle of her own juices slide down the inside of her thigh...That curvaceous form gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat, her breath coming faster and faster as she realized what was about to happen~!
 
The orc behind her rammed his cock inside; not with no prelude, but certainly with very little. This seemed to be a signal to the rest of the warriors, who poured forwards all wanting a pice of the delicious human woman who had wandered into their midst.

The was passed around from fat, sweaty green cock to fat, sweaty green cock. It was a rare moment there wasn't a cock filling her ass, pussy, and mouth; and if one of those holes wasn't filled, a new volunteer to fill it was quickly found. There was little ceremony or ritual to it, just a horde of muscular green bodies viciously fucking their human captive.

It went on for what seemed like an eternity before the orcs finally began to wear out. One by one they fell away, until at last Delmara was left lying on the ground, coated in thick, sticky greenskin cum all over her luscious body.

A shadow fell over her, and she saw grinning down at her the face of the Orc chieftain....which she could see just a little bast his massive, swinging, rock hard Orc cock!
 
It was - Without a doubt~! - an orgy...Queen Delmara had time to moan, to gasp, before the first orc cock slammed into her, with a juicy schhllllttt-shloorrrppp of penetration - Her moan muffled by the shaft that sank into her hot, sweet mouth...Her body bucking, hard, as they began to pound her~! It was mindless - Sucking and fucking, sucking and fucking, sucking and fucking...

-Bliss.

The luscious Regent was only barely aware of what was happening...Just a cog in a machine of fucking, her voluptuous form responding in kind...The orc *studs* grinding against her, thrusting, drawing a heady, husky cry of pleasure from her...And it went on and on, their hands pawing, groping, their cocks pumping in and out of the very core of her being as she moaned "Yes~" "Fuck~" and "Gawd~" like a mantra~!

Flat on her back, her full lips shaped in a heady "O" at the sight of the Orc chieftain looming above her - The Queen's luscious chest heaving, her tongue curving over her full, pouting lips, to capture the phantom taste of cum... "Please more~" she mewled, extending her arms to the powerful Chieftain...Her lissome legs spreading, her midnight hair framing her lovely features - Almost begging him to *take* her~!
 
The Orcs were in awe. Never had they seen a pale woman take so much Orc cock so willingly. Never had they reached the end if the orgy and found that not only was she still conscious, still sane, and still alive, but actually begging for more!

The Orc chieftain licked his lips as he walked forwards. The witch muttered spitefully in the background; this was not going as she'd planned. But the massive Orc chieftain stepped forwards, and there was no way she could stop things now.

The massive greenskin gripped her thighs and plunged his titanic shaft inside of her.
 
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