Demon Queen

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(Or: An excuse to write about high fantasy gangbangs, ritualistic public noncon in pillories, and mind control. Consider this a warning, if any of that seems like it might be a trigger. If you want more details, feel free to PM me.)

Part One:

In the two hundred and seventh year of the reign of King Ulric, in the early days of spring, a plague fell upon the kingdom. It struck down people in the prime of life, rendering them inert with shaking limbs, fever, and fainting spells. Worse still, it did not outright kill its victims, but rather left them, too weak to stand, to die of thirst and hunger in their own filth- or the become a burden to families which needed the labor in order to planet their crops.
King Ulric gathered those of his advisors together who had been unaffected, in an attempt to find a solution to their problem. They talked and they talked and they talked, until finally there were no more words to be said. No one had any idea what the solution was, but no one wanted to say as much, so they sat in silence, studying one another.
Just then there was the sound of winds blowing, and shutters clanging, and someone laughing. The fire crackled, its low orange flames growing higher and higher, and it turned a bright purple. From out of the hearth stepped a woman- or at least, something shaped like a woman.
Her skin was a dark violet, so dark that she appeared to be as black as a moonless midwinter night. Her eyes, lips, and hair were a luminescent silver, and her ears swept up to a point well above her head. She was clothed entirely in silver: sturdy boots, thick trousers, and a gossamer-thin tunic which did nothing to disguise her large, firm breasts, or the peak of her nipples.
“I know how to cure the plague,” she said, uncaring of the way the King’s guards had brought their halberds to bear at her. She smiled, showing off her pointy teeth. “But it will cost you.”
A great, disquieting murmur arose from the King’s advisors, and the captain of the guard moved towards her. With one wave of her clawed hand his halberd melted, hissing against the cool stones.
“What cost?” The king asked. The rest of the room fell silent as the woman turned towards him.
“Women, of course,” she replied. “Both for me, and for the beast you must capture for the plague’s cure.”
“To what end?”
“For me? I require… ladies-in-waiting, is a good word to use here. And your daughter Melissandre, must be one of them. The other, I will choose from among the women you deem suitable to sacrifice to the cause of healing the plague.”
“Sacrifice?” gasped Duke Ythir.
King Ulric held up his hand, and once again the room fell silent.
“What kind of sacrifice?” he asked.
“The kind which cures your ills, and will likely leave your women alive, if unlikely to wed. More than that, I will not say,” she snapped her fingers, and the molten steel from the captain’s halberd rose off the floor, solidifying into a dagger. The woman plucked it from the air, and cut a line across her palm. Her blood was as silver as her eyes. “Unless, of course, we have a deal.”
She held out the dagger, and her bloody hand, palm up in offering. King Ulric stared at her for a long moment, considering. “What is your name?”
“You may call me Jahi,” she replied.
“Very well then.” He took the dagger. “I swear to give you all that is necessary for ending the plague, including your stated fee.” He cut a line down his palm, identical to hers.
Jahi laughed as she pressed their hands together, their blood mingling. “And I swear to give you the means to cure your people, and take no more than I have already stated.”
King Ulric let out a hiss as smoke began to rise from their palms. When the demon- for surely that was what she was- finally let him go, all could see a silvery burn scare on his palm where he had cut it.
“Now gentlemen,” Jahi said, leaning against the King’s chair. “About that sacrifice…”

 

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Demon Queen Part 2

Kureth had a pretty good idea what was happening.
Ever since the last storm had died down, messengers were sent to every village on the outskirts of the forest, warning them to have all their unmarried women gathered together and waiting for inspection. He and his men had followed with the carts, escorting the ghoul Jahi as she went around to the villages and culled from the women they’d assembled.
It was only after they arrived at his village- one of the last on their trip- that he realized why Jahi was picking certain women. They weren’t merely unmarried- they were unpromised, unattatched, unpenetrated.
Virginal.
His sister was among those Jahi had rejected. Kureth wasn’t sure whether he was going to kill Avuor, her intended, or shake his hand.
The fact that Jahi seemed to need virgins explained why they were only taking the commoners. High-born ladies, it was well known, traveled to the various temples upon reaching their majority, to become the wives of the gods and their avatars here beneath the heavens for a few years before their earthly marriages were sealed. It was not merely a spiritual marriage, as all knew well: so many high-born Imbusol women ended up as peaceweavers- concubines to foreign powers that might otherwise consider conquering their small country- that it was hard to miss that they were trained in the arts of pleasing men.
Kureth’s opinion of what Jahi was looking for held until they reached the last village, on the outskirts of the forest. It was a garrison town, and Kureth had been stationed there three years hence- and as such, he remembered all the whores.
In particular, he remembered Quetra. She was a truly beautiful woman, with mahogany skin, glossy black hair that fell in waves down her back, and gorgeous green eyes. She could also take a man in every hole, and a cock in each hand besides. His last day in, he and a half dozen or so of the officers had all chipped in to pay for her. She’d gotten on her knees and sucked them all off, and then they’d all fucked her cunt, two at a time, in the wee hours of the morning.
And Jahi picked her, along with the virgins.
It confused Kureth to no end. It distracted him too: he kept turning around to look at her, sitting among the other women, all silent and worried. The King had promised them compensation, of course: a baroness’ dowry for every woman taken, and a duchess’ for the women who didn’t return. He supposed that was little comfort in the face of being sacrifice to a monster.
They stopped for the night by the creek, and Kureth listened to the sounds of his men settling in for their night watches. He probably should have stayed up, offered to take first watch at least, but the entire experience had been so draining he found that he hadn’t the energy.
He had strange dreams that night. Strange, powerful dreams, of darkness creeping out from the woods, and sticking to the women- their clothes dissolving, bodies twitching, rest becoming fitful as the dark began to violate them.
He watched Quetra as the darkness spread her legs with newly formed tendrils that wound tightly up her legs from her ankles to her thighs, watched a long, thick member define itself from the shadow and the darkness push inside her so hard and so far that he could see her stomach bulge out. Another dark shadow pin her wrists down, more and more hands coming into being to fondle her breasts and open her jaw for the long member the coalesced from the miasma. They fucked her in tandem, one thrusting in as the other pulled back out, as the whore moaned in pleasure.
There was a bowl of oil by his pallet. It wasn’t his, but he knew it was for him, so he dipped his fingers into it and then wrapped them around his cock. He stroked himself, watching as Quetra was rocked back and forth growing harder and longer and larger with each stroke.
It got to the point that he could no longer wrap his hand all the way around his dick. He noticed nothing strange about this, as at that moment, the darkness lifted Quetra’s legs so her ass was turned towards him in clear invitation. He had no memory of moving, but move he must have, because soon he was pulling her down on his cock.
Her ass was even tighter than he remembered it being, clamping hotly around him down to his balls and then jerking up as the darkness thrust into her cunt again. Kureth grabbed onto her hips and brought her back down, her ass slapping against his thighs as he did so.
The three of them thrust into her, and after a time Kureth was aware of the way her stomach was inflating. He ran his hands over it, and could feel several hard, round things- eggs. He looked up at the shadow that was fucking her mouth: sure enough, he could see the bulges in its member moving down into her throat. It was laying in her, filling her, making her even tighter as her body swelled until he could feel the eggs begin to rub against the head of his cock.
He awoke to the strongest orgasm he could remember ever having. He lay there for a moment, his heart pounding, as semen spurted all over his stomach and thighs. Then, after a moment to get his bearings, he arose to wash himself off.
When he exited the tent, he found that all his men- even those supposed to be on watch- were asleep. All of the girls were missing, their clothes discarded on the pallets they’d slept upon- and the largest cart had been taken.

 

[littlerooster]

Hi there, I would love to read this but it would benefit greatly from paragraphs to make it more appealing visually.

 

[CherriSpread]

Hi there, I would love to read this but it would benefit greatly from paragraphs to make it more appealing visually.

I'll make sure there's a line between the paragraphs when I post the next part. Thanks for replying!