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The Queen's Conquest. Chapter Eight.
🕑 Added 2021-03-07 21:44:15 +0000 UTCA commission from AshenGray.
Aisshaee takes Arruk to the very edge of the city as one final test to see just how loyal her new pet is. Left alone as far away from the palace as possible, Arruk is left alone to fend for herself with a civilisation of horny dryads between her and home.
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Arruk tittered excitedly as she scampered behind her beloved mistress through the streets of the kingdom. She didn’t know what her queen had planned for the afternoon, but she had faith that it would be fun. The past few… well, she didn’t really know how long her mistress had been pounding her for, it was so hard to remember much of anything, perhaps it had been weeks, or maybe just hours. It didn’t matter, however long it had been since the queen had brought her to her bedchambers and taught her what her purpose in life would be, she’d known nothing but bliss. Her queen took care of her and Arruk repaid that care by being a loyal, obedient pet, there was nothing more natural in the world than that.
She root-woven heels she wore clacked on the smooth wooden floor of the pathway that led down the market road, the small white flowers braided into her hair glowed slightly in Aisshaee’s presence, everything was just magical. She sighed and smiled, admiring her beloved as the queen swept on through the streets, politely nodding to her subjects as they greeted her.
“Where we going?” She asked, tilting her head curiously.
“To the very edge of the Colony, love.” Aisshaee purred, “I’ve something to show you.”
Arruk grinned eagerly and scurried along, trying her best to keep up with Aisshaee’s long strides despite her shorter legs and swollen frame. “A surprise, my queen? A surprise for me?”
Aisshaee’s lip curled at Arruk’s naked enthusiasm and she nodded. “I suppose so, pet.”
Arruk squealed with delight and clapped her hands, her voluptuous body jiggling as she danced along beside her owner. “Mistress is so generous.” She sighed. “I’m so lucky she lets me be her pet!”
Aisshaee chuckled and patted the broken orc fondly, ushering her on ahead of her down the road, her eyes wandering between the orc’s fat green bubblebutt and the coarse bark wall that ringed the kingdom. By the time she reached it, Arruk had already been waiting for almost a minute, nibbling her lip and stroking her belly as she stared up at the towering wall.
“Here we are, my dear.” She smiled, resting her palms on her hips. “Do you know what this is?”
“Um, it’s a wall?”
Aisshaee hummed and nodded her head. “Yes, my dear, it is indeed. Do you know what it is for?”
“Keeping nasty people out?” Arruk frowned.
“A very orcish response.” The queen smirked. “We Dryads are a sociable bunch, we do grow in forests, after all. One big co-operative network of people. We’re very welcoming, as you well know.”
Arruk grinned and squeezed one of her milk-laden udders. Aisshaee chuckled and patted the rough bark of the wall. “This wall is not to keep others out; it is to keep those who are mine inside. We are nature spirits, wild in our instincts and appetites, our young take a while to cultivate a control of their base instincts. It is my responsibility as their mother and their queen to keep them within the kingdom until they are old enough and mature enough to go out and start colonies of their own.”
Arruk tittered, “I remember, my queen, the girls were so energetic when they first found me for you!”
“Indeed.” Aisshaee purred, stroking her pet orc’s cheek to a whimper of need from the poor broken creature. “Now, I want you to sit here and get nice and comfortable, alright?”
“Why?” Arruk pouted, sinking to her knees obediently. “Are you gonna leave me?”
“I am.” The queen admitted. “And when you see the lights glow above you, it will be time for you to come back to the palace.”
“On my own?”
“Yes. If you come to me at my throne, I will know once and for all if you are worthy to be my pet.” Aisshaee smiled. “If you can find your way, if you can stave off my daughters and subjects, if you can keep your mind and your heart fixed on serving me, then I will make you my court-mare. You may sit at my side and service me for all eternity, long after your physical body has rotted away to dust… doesn’t that sound nice?”
“Wonderful.” Arruk sighed dreamily. “Please call me soon my queen… I don’t feel very happy when I’m not by your side.”
Aisshaee smiled again, stroked Arruk’s neatly braided hair, and marched away towards the palace.
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Arruk sat and stroked her pregnant belly contentedly, cooing and singing softly to her unborn children as she waited for her queen to send the summons. She missed her owner immediately, craving to be back at her side, but being obedient was all that really mattered. She would rather spend a century away from her beloved than disappoint her.
The dryads had begun to converge on her the second Aisshaee had left, interested as to why there was a fat green girl sat at the end of the market way at the edge of the city. Arruk happily chatted with them and answered their questions. She let them explore her body with her hands and shamelessly flattered them as they began to close ranks around her.
By the time the palace flashed with amber light, Arruk barely noticed, too busy having her throat pummelled by two dryad cocks at once. She gurgled wetly with excitement and managed to point at the light, pushing her hand past the crowding dryads only for her wrist to be grabbed and her hand squeezed closed around another cock.
She sighed through her nose, wincing as a dryad smacked her ass, her talons cutting shallow scratches in her sweaty green flesh. Well, her queen hadn’t ordered her to return to her immediately, she would just have to go to her as soon as she could.
Arruk groaned as she was lifted off the ground, hoisted like a sack of potatoes and speared onto yet another dryad dick. Teeth were pulling at her nipples, claws were scratching at her hips, but the sweet, honey-thick sperm she swallowed gratefully down made it all worthwhile.
It might have been hours, or it might have been days, but finally the dryads were either spent, or had lost interest. Arruk lay on her back and hiccoughed, a wad of amber spunk flying up into the air and landing on her cheek with a splat.
She was tempted to just lie there and bask in the lovely sensation of cum oozing over her flesh, but her queen had given her a command. With a whimper, Arruk rolled onto her belly, the taut round swell of flesh propping her up like a glistening green exercise ball. Wobbling slightly, she planted her hands on the floor and shifted her weight to her knees, beginning to crawl determinedly forwards.
It was hard work, her not inconsiderably weight only added to by a few churning pints of cum resting in her guts, but nevertheless she persisted. It was nice feeling the breeze on her skin as she crawled, inside the palace the only wind on her flesh came from her queen’s words. Arruk shivered and nibbled her lip, imaging Aisshaee’s proud tone as she whispered in her ear what a good, obedient girl she was.
The dryads who had used her might have lost issue, but Arruk had forgotten just how far she was away from the palace. Before long she was crawling past stalls and shops far enough away from the wall that the dryads working or shopping or milling about hadn’t seen her be left behind, and they were just as curious as to her presence as the others had been.
“Well well, what’s this?” a familiar, sneering voice said as Arruk paused her crawl. She looked up, seeing the sallow-faced older dryad who had found her in the lake earlier. “The queen’s prized concubine, wandering the streets like… hm… what are those funny beasts the human folk keep? Oxes? Cows?”
“With those tusks she seems more akin to a boar.” Another cruelly grinning dryad scoffed. “She stinks like a pig as well.”
A foot crashed into Arruk’s left arm and knocked it out from under her, she yelped with pain, falling onto her side, only for a second kick to come to her face. “Pah, vile creature… it’s bad enough the queen brought you into our home, must she let you wander our streets?”
“Let us test her limits, sister.” The second dryad cooed. “Teach this beast her place.”
“I… huh… gotta… go to… the queen.” Arruk wheezed. “Please… I don’t wanna… disappoint her.”
“Silence, beast.” The second dryad sneered, pressing her onto her back and forcing her cock between the panting orc’s lips.
Arruk whined but obliging began to slurp at the invading cock even as it was shoved down her gullet. She winced and gagged as the dryad’s sack whacked her in the nose, too weak to resist, even if she hadn’t been in the mood for another dosage of dryad seed.
With her face buried beneath dryad ass, Arruk was blind to the cruel older dryad’s intentions. Hoping for the best, she spread her thighs and gently took the dryad who was faceraping her by the hips.
A vicious swat to her sopping hairy cunt made her gag and choke helplessly beneath her latest lover, but even with how much she shook and convulsed, she refused to let her legs close. If this mean dryad thought she wasn’t the best, most loyal, most obedient slave for the queen, then she was going to be proved wrong. Pleasing Aisshaee was all that mattered to her, it was her purpose in life, so she weathered the cruel strike, and the next, and every one that came afterwards until at last the old dryad’s cock rammed into her asshole.
Arruk’s brain was equal parts enchanted wood and orcish flesh, her senses and sensations controlled by Aisshaee herself. For all her cruel delight in corrupting the young orc, Aisshaee had been kind in one respect: Pain no longer existed for Arruk past a certain point, instead she felt only pleasure. So as her asshole was stretched and fucked, her belly scratched and her throat, she moaned with delight and lay obediently in place.
By the time the two dryads were spent, Arruk was even more stuffed with seed, but no less happy or dedicated to her task.
With a furious snarl, the older dryad yanked her sticky rod free of her and raised her hand, talons glinting in the light before coming hurtling down towards her throat. The other dryad caught her with a startled gasp.
“Shhissahn! What are you doing!?” she cried. “The queen will kill you if you murder her favourite plaything!”
Shhissahn growled but nodded her head, instead grabbing Arruk by the scalp and hauling her up. She put her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle that caught the attention of every dryad nearby.
“Come sisters!” Shhissahn called out, holding Arruk upright by her braids. “Come have a taste of the queen’s champion whore… she’ll not be going back to the palace whilst a single drop of seed remains unspilled in the kingdom!”
Arruk groaned, despite her greed for Dryad sperm. It seemed it would be a while before she returned to her queen’s feet after all.
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The doors to Aisshaee’s throne room opened and a sticky amber lump oozed its way across the floor.
The dryad queen laughed with delight and clapped her hands as Arruk slid slowly to her feet and collapsed, a snail trail of sperm stretching out from where she’d flopped out through the palace, and most likely to the very wall she’d been left at.
“Oh well done, sweet, well done.” She beamed, slipping from her throne and kneeling down. She scooped Arruk’s cheeks up and lifted her head, placing a tender kiss on her cum-stained lips. The queen didn’t seem to mind her dress, face and hands were now slick with her subject’s sperm, she simply hummed to herself and wiped her lips. “I’m very proud.”
Somewhere beneath the layers of congealing spunk that were painted over her, Arruk’s face split into a grin.
