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The Queen's Conquest. Chapter Seven.
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With Arruk broken, the time has come for Aisshaee to mould her pet into a suitable concubine, starting by sending her orcish plaything to the kingdom's public baths.
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The guards stationed outside of Aisshaee’s bedroom smirked as a muffled giggle met their pointed ears. It had been some time since their queen had retired to her chambers, dragging a broken and grinning Arruk behind her. The squeals had stopped a few hours ago, so either the queen’s latest bitch was unconscious, gagged, or dead.
The guards exchanged a curious glance as they heard movement behind the doors. “Unconscious?” one whispered.
The other shook her head. “Dead, no reason to keep her after she broke.”
“She’s still carrying.”
The second guard pursed her lips. “Her body would be good food for them.” she said after a while, her tone thoughtful.
The first rolled her eyes. “You’re hopeless.”
“You only want her to still be alive so you can have another turn with her.” The second sniffed accusingly. “Why you fancy that brutish thing is beyond my understanding.”
“Hah, you only like silly little waifs like that elf I suppose?”
“She was delicate.”
“She was fragile.” The first guard smirked. “Nearly broke in half when I fucked her, barely lasted a week as the queen’s plaything before she was ruined. This new one will last a decade at the least.”
“I wager she’ll be gone by next week.”
The first guard cocked an eyebrow and bared her fangs in a grin. “I’ll take that bet, and if I’m wrong you may take a turn with me.”
“You?”
“I’ve seen you looking, naughty girl.” The first purred, stroking a hand over her toned stomach as her companion flushed. “Don’t deny it.”
“Alright, and what if you win?” The blushing guard asked.
“I get a turn with your wife.”
The conversation was interrupted as the doors to Aisshaee’s chambers flew open and the queen appeared. “You two, inside now.”
The pair jumped at the command, just as afraid of their queen as they were in love with her, and hurried into the bedroom. The scene inside was a mess, more than they’d ever seen in their long lives. The Queen’s mighty wooden bed was split down the middle, it’s mossy mattress in tatters and its gossamer sheets shredded. A chair was smashed in one corner, a small puddle of water covered the floor by the fountain. Splatters of golden seed coated almost every surface from the wall to wall.
Arruk was sprawled on the floor in a puddle of sperm, staring blankly up at the high ceiling with a brainless smile on her face. Yet more honey-sweet spunk oozed from her every second, dribbling out of the corners of her mouth, pouring from her gaping cunt, trickling from her winking asshole. The Orc’s fingers twitched slightly as her breasts rose and fell, her weak breaths coming with a low, whispering gurgles.
Aisshaee smiled and placed her hands on her hips, admiring the carnage her days-long breeding session had caused. “Quite a sight, isn’t she?”
“Yes, your majesty.” The first guard nodded.
“Will… you require us to clean it?” The second winced.
Aisshaee threw back her head and laughed. “oh no my dears, your talents are much better put to use cleaning up this little whore.” She gently kicked Arruk’s prone body, drawing a quiet mew from the sticky orc. “I’ll have some of the young ones come clean this up. I’d like you two to take my new consort to the baths, get her cleaned up, introduce her to your sisters, and make sure she’s ready for a tour of the kingdom.”
“At once, your majesty.” Both guards said in unison, before taking an arm and hauling Arruk’s massively pregnant body out of the Queen’s chambers, and towards the baths.
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Arruk cooed happily as she woke, feeling wonderfully warm and full. She smiled and opened her eyes, hands immediately moving to her belly. Her fingers brushed the huge swelling sphere of flesh and she hummed with delight, her taut green skin felt oddly wet, not the sticky wetness of her beloved Queen’s sperm, but the simple slickness of water. Perhaps her queen had tossed her into the fountain to clean her off.
She opened her eyes and found she had only been half-right. She was sitting in the shallows of an immense, warm lake, her belly and tits protruding from the surface like islands as her head rested on something soft. She could barely move her stomach was so packed with seeds, but she managed to awkwardly sit up and moan as the warm water rippled around her.
“Hm, it’s awake.” A voice said behind her, she craned her neck and smiled as she saw on of the Queen’s guards kneeling behind her. Like all the dryads she looked like a younger Aisshaee, though her hair had been cut down nearly to the roots, whilst the Queen’s grew out in a wild, curly mane. “Good afternoon, meat.”
“Hello.” Arruk smiled, shuffling around with some difficulty, her heavy midsection weighing her down like a stone. “Wh… where is our queen?”
“She sent you to be bathed.” A second dryad said simply, grabbing Arruk’s hair by the braids and pulling her head back. Her hair was cut into a single braided ridge that ran from the top of her head to the base of her skull. “Now hush.”
She jerked her hips forwards and Arruk squeaked, being punched in the lips by the broad brown head of the dryad’s cock. Without any more encouragement, she began to politely suckle on the guard’s prick, swirling her tongue around her plump chestnut head as her cheeks sucked concave. The first dryad, whom she decided she would name ‘buzzcut’ in lieu of an actual name, smirked and rose up on her knees, pressing her own erection into Arruk’s hand and forcing her to stroke.
The orc hummed and obediently set to work, quiet wet moans and soft giggles drifting from her as she alternated between blowing and jacking off her caretakers. Her poor broken mind didn’t even consider resistance, not that there would have been any point. She existed to please her Queen, and if her Queen had given her to please her subjects, then Arruk was happy to obey. She purred as ‘Mohawk’ gripped her by the ears and began to roughly facefuck her, relaxing her throat to make her gullet as easy to rape as possible.
Wet gurgles and strands of spit bubbled and flew from her lips as she was used, the Orc’s thick, powerful neck straining and constricting as she gagged without complaint. A sharp smack to her glistening backside made Arruk gasp and nearly choke, her exclamation sending a torrent of her own spit and precum down her windpipe and making her gurgle breathlessly.
Even as her vision began to lose focus, she remained dutifully lodged on Mohawk’s cock, lips sucking and slurping even as her eyes began to roll back into unconsciousness. Just at the very precipice of passing out, Mohawk pulled back and let Arruk fall wheezing onto her elbows.
The orc retched for a moment, tongue lolling as she spat up pale gold precum, before raising her head and giving an inviting “Mahh?”
Mohawk grinned and took hold of the orc’s skull again, yanking her back balls-deep onto her shaft, as Buzzcut hoisted the fat whore’s ass up onto her own cock. The slapping of a jiggling green rump against strong dryad hips echoed across the lake, and it wasn’t long until all of the frolicking Dryads who had come to play and bathe took notice of the free fuckmeat just waiting to be put to good use.
Arruk released a weak whine as her nipples were pinched between sharp talons and pulled on until they hurt, but her hands remained planted to Mohawk’s thighs. Another vicious smack to her asscheek made her squeak and choke again, spluttering wetly and beginning to tear up as she tried to regain control of her gag reflex.
Pain was only temporary, she thought to herself as her body was scratched and pinched and slapped around with cruel laughter. Obedience brought pleasure, and she was nothing if not obedient to her beloved Aisshaee. She was an obedient, loyal pet, filled with very important babies, there was nothing to fear, so long as she kept pleasing her owners.
She gasped as the cock vacated her mouth, panting for breath as she was shoved backwards and yanked up to her feet. Her legs, powerful though they were, couldn’t begin to support her weight yet, and it took three Dryads to keep her upright, one on each arm, and another sheathed in her welcoming asshole.
“So this is the queen’s new meat?” one of the many dryads crowding around her purred. “Ugly little thing, isn’t she?” A harsh smack to Arruk’s cheek sent her head snapping to the side and left a dark green mark on her face.
“I don’t know, she’s very plump.” Another crooned, landing another strike on Arruk’s pendulous left tit, making the fat orb bounce and jiggle even as its owner whimpered. “Soft in all the right places.”
“What are these?” A young one asked, grabbing Arruk by her tusks and pulling her jaw down. Arruk swallowed to try and stop herself from drooling down her chin, but it didn’t work.”
“Vey ar my tushks.” She tried to say helpfully, before her right breast was smacked and sent wobbling just as her right had been. She whined with pain and reached up to cover the sensitive orbs, only to be smacked away.
“What does the Queen see in this thing?” came a disapproving tut, a tall, sallow-faced dryad pushing to the front of the crowd. She was older than the rest, almost identical to Aisshaee, except for her slender build and permanent sneer. “Beasts like these are only fit to be incubators, letting them roam free is ridiculous.”
Arruk only moaned in response, her whole body quaking as she was pounded from behind. The older dryad pursed her lips and took Arruk by the chin, forcing her to bend over and bring her lips to her cock. “Let’s see what you’re made of, meat.”
Arruk burbled obligingly, earning another swat to her tits before the dryad rammed herself down her throat. She was not gentle, and as the dryads closed ranks around Arruk, they followed her lead. Her tits were used as punching bags, her ass was beaten like a drum, her supple green flesh was nicked and scratched and covered with dark green marks. Her face was smeared with spit and sperm until she was barely recognisable.
Hours passed, and Arruk’s body was enjoyed by all. She took their cocks two, three, four and five at a time until all her users had either lost stamina or interest, until her body was as full of sperm as it was blood. As Arruk was dropped at last to the water, her body bruised and scratched, the two guards sighed with satisfaction.
“Guess we should get her ready, huh?” Mohawk hummed.
“Yeah.” Buzzcut nodded, smiling. “You know, I think I like her after all.”
Mohawk rolled her eyes exasperatedly. “Shut up and take an arm.”
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“Well, you look like you’ve had fun.” Aisshaee chuckled as she swept up to the lakeshore, looking down at the beaming orc waiting for her in the shallow water.
Arruk looked as good as new, her cuts and scrapes healed by the water in just seconds and the buckets of semen that had covered her long since washed away. She had been freshly tattooed with Dryad artworks, swirling lines and floral patterns dancing over her limbs to accentuate her muscle. Aisshaee’s clan mark was printed proudly on her belly, an intricate, twisting coat of arms that Aisshaee had claimed centuries ago when she had left her own mother’s Queentree to found her colony.
The orc smiled up at her owner and blushed as Aisshaee caressed her cheek, the many tiny flowers woven into Arruk’s new braids fluttering as the dryad queen came close. “You’re as pretty as you are powerful, my dear.” She purred, “Now come along, let’s show you off to my kingdom, shall we?”
