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(Commission) The Queen's Conquest. Chapter Three.
🕑 Added 2020-09-09 23:44:48 +0000 UTCA commission from AshenGray.
Despite having fallen to Aisshaee in their duel, Arruk continues to fight for her freedom, but every attempt to escape only leads to yet more seeds being planted in her womb. Driven to desperate measures, the young orc puts her pride aside in one last attempt to free herself.
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Arruk stared at the mirror, dark eyes scanning up and down her own body as she perched on the edge of The Queen’s bed. She couldn’t tell how long she’d been in The Queen’s realm, there was no sun, no moon, just the walls of the towering tree looming upwards until it was lost in darkness. The lazily floating balls of light that lit the city wandered aimlessly overhead, giving no sense of time. It didn’t matter really, all Arruk knew was that she had to escape.
She swallowed and stood up so she could get a better look at herself. The mirror was just as strange as everything else in Aisshaee’s realm, a thin sheet of water constantly pouring into a small pool. Its surface was as clean and clear that Arruk could see herself reflected perfectly, every scar, every bruise, every drop of amber sperm that clung to her skin and refused to budge no matter how the orc scrubbed.
She brought her hands down to cup her belly, what had once been taut muscle now soft and without definition, a round swell that seemed to have grown every time Arruk forced herself to look. It just didn’t make sense; she’d slept once since her capture and only another day could have passed since then. There was no time for her Dryad children to have grown enough to transform her body this much.
She gingerly stroked the soft swell of green flesh with a palm, reaffirming that her pregnancy was real. She didn’t know how many bastard children she was holding in her womb, but one was more than she’d ever wanted.
The water mirror quivered slightly as a distant bell tolled and Arruk scowled with determination. She turned to the heavy door that trapped her in Aisshaee’s bedroom, it was time for another escape attempt.
As she lay waiting, she reviewed her previous escape attempts. They had been less than successful of course, but seeing as she’d never let herself be captured, she hadn’t exactly had much practice.
As Aisshaee’s servants had dragged her to her new bedroom her strength had begun to return, the little Dryads were formidable in number, but Arruk’s rage and desperation balanced the scales. She had torn her arms free from the girls and tackled one to the ground, roaring with anger before throwing the dazed girl into her fellow guard.
She’d made it almost to the end of the corridor before Aisshaee caught her, lifting her into the air with one hand and bringing her crashing to the ground. Arruk had howled and fought but Aisshaee was too strong, pinning her down and ravishing her until she was defeated once again.
She’d tried to escape through the door as soon as Aisshaee had left her, learning how utterly immovable it was and hammering against it fruitlessly for a few minutes just for good measure. She’d tried to overpower Aisshaee once again as The Queen returned some hours later and almost had her throat cut as a result. The Queen had no intention of putting her out of her misery though, and had simply given her a patronising tut and yet another wombfull of sperm for her efforts.
How many more attempts since then?
Arruk frowned, sitting up suddenly and scowling at the door. At least once more when next Aisshaee opened the door, when she had tried to race past just before it closed. Then again when it opened, and she had tried to startle The Queen with a bowl of fruit to the face before dashing for freedom. When Aisshaee had finally fallen asleep and she had tried to claw her way out of the room by jamming a metal bowl into the crack and using it for leverage. When Aisshaee had tried to take her ass in an amorous show of morning affection, she’d punched The Queen hard enough to splinter stone, only for the Dryad to pin her arms behind her back and take her face-down on the bed.
So many failures so soon after one another was not doing Arruk’s sanity any favours. She’d had her failings before of course, but they’d never been so complete, and never come with such a high price. She roared with frustration and tipped the bed, hefting its frame over her head and preparing to launch it at the door.
Maybe something this big and heavy would give The Queen enough pause she could make it out of the door?
And then?
She could overpower any one of the guards, so long as she was fast and ferocious. She could steal a weapon!
And then?
She would find the gate and escape the palace.
And then?
She would…
She would do nothing, because she wouldn’t get that far. She wouldn’t get past Aisshaee. She wouldn’t make it far enough to find a guard. She wouldn’t be able to overpower one if they patrolled in pairs. She wouldn’t be able to find the gates before being recaptured. She wouldn’t be able to escape the palace grounds. She wouldn’t be able to make it into a city just as full of powerful enemies let alone find some way out of the Dryad’s realm and back into the real world. Gods have mercy even if she somehow did all of that she would be bound and defiled inside Aisshaee’s tree, still just as weak and pregnant and helpless as she was here.
She let the bed drop and sank to the floor. Orcs didn’t cry as a rule, not for pain or heartache or joy, but Arruk was getting close. She sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, scowling at her belly.
How long had it been since the bell tolled? Aisshaee would be there soon, it was up to Arruk to decide how she would greet her.
Fighting wasn’t an option. Fleeing wasn’t an option… maybe she could try something new, something she’d never considered doing before.
Aisshaee swung the door open with a single lazy push, wearing nothing but a sadistic smile. Her hips swayed seductively and her cock bobbed, eager to sink deep into its favourite place in the world. She paused as she saw Arruk kneeling on the floor, eyes lowered and shoulders slumped.
“Good afternoon my darling.” She cooed, walking closer with slow, cautious steps. “How was your day?”
Arruk didn’t respond.
Aisshaee pursed her lips and crouched, tipping Arruk’s chin with a talon. The proud orc refused to meet her eye, but her lower lip quivered as the Dryad queen caressed her. “So despondent.” She tutted softly. “Did your latest escape attempt fail?”
Arruk swallowed before speaking, her voice quiet and meek. “Wh… when the children are born… will you let me go?”
Aisshaee’s brows lifted in surprise. “No.”
“Wh… what if… if I obey you?” Arruk whispered. “If I’m… good?”
“If you’re a good girl?”
“Yes.”
“If you’re a good girl, I might give you a little more freedom.” Aisshaee hummed thoughtfully. “But let you go? How could I let such a magnificent creature escape my grasp, hmm?”
Arruk raised her eyes to meet The Queen’s. “If I… I give you more children willingly, if I raise them and… and care for them, will you let me outside for just a little while?”
“Raising my children won’t be much of an issue.” Aisshaee chuckled. “Dryads don’t work like that. But… I suppose if you were to prove you were a good, loyal little pet I might be convinced to take you for walks, let you stretch those lovely legs.”
“I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” Arruk promised weakly. “I swear… if you let me leave for even just an hour.”
Aisshaee chuckled and stroked her cheek fondly. “My, darling, you’re quite the negotiator.”
Arruk grimaced at the compliment, her breath hitching as The Queen’s hands slipped from her cheeks to squeeze her bust. “Now if you truly are going to be obeying my commands from now on, prove it. On all fours, there’s a dear.”
Arruk bowed her head and obeyed, shifting onto her knees and bracing herself. She remained in control of her emotions whilst Aisshaee prowled around her, but as The Queen gripped her hips she couldn’t stop disgust from playing across her features. She hated pretending, making up stories and lying and acting were for little children. Good orcish warriors said what they meant proudly and fought for their beliefs with furious conviction. However this seemed the only way to make the odds a little less stacked against her.
She pushed out a lustful moan as Aisshaee pressed inside her, The Queen’s hands squeezing her waist tight as she drove herself to the root in her womanhood. “Good girl.” She crooned patronisingly. “Now bounce this lovely rump.”
Arruk ground her teeth together, but obeyed, beginning to rock her hips and smack her green cheeks to Aisshaee’s crotch. The sound of the impacts was humiliating, but Arruk continued, enduring the moans and laughs that came from her ‘owner’ as she wiggled and twerked against her cock.
“Oh, good girl.” Aisshaee purred, stroking a talon down the orc’s spine. “Verrrry, good girl.”
Arruk let out a yelp as a hand snatched her braids and pulled on them. If it had been anyone else she would have cleaved them in two, but she restrained her rage, transforming the growl of indignance rumbling up from inside her into a low groan that passed for one of pleasure.
“Mmmf. So many seeds inside you already.” Aisshaee sighed happily. “By the time they’ve matured you’ll be fit to burst.”
“H… how many?” Arruk asked, gasping as Aisshaee began to match her movements with thrusts from her powerful hips.
“A few dozen.” The Queen laughed. “And that’s just your womb, this evening we’ll start filling up your stomach as well.”
Arruk managed to mask her horror with a grunt as Aisshaee swatted her cheek, leaving a dull green handprint behind.
Aisshaee fucked her harder and harder, hips smacking with Arruk’s muscular behind until finally she cried out.
“Here you are, my sweet, a nice reward for being such an obedient little darling.”
Arruk shuddered as the now-familiar gush of Dryad sperm exploded inside her, pints of amber liquid rushing through her innards before settling, the seeds secure in her babymaker, the rest beginning to cool and harden to a honey-like texture.
“Open wide, darling.” Aisshaee purred, producing her cock and slapping Arruk across the cheek with it. “Clean me up, and then we’ll start with the next batch.”
“Yes… your majesty.” Arruk forced herself to smile, bringing her lips to Aisshaee’s rod and gently drawing it into her mouth. She gagged and spluttered suddenly as Aisshaee gripped her by the scalp and began to violently facefuck her, monstrous cock sinking down her throat to her collarbone again and again and again until Arruk’s eyes were rolling and her chin was doused with spit.
The first load of amber spunk that bloated her stomach almost choked her, by the fifth she was barely conscious enough to care as she nearly drowned in Dryad semen.
Aisshaee pulled out with a contented sigh and smiled down at her conquest. “Up on the bed now, darling.” She commanded. “Seeing you so obedient has me in the mood to enjoy myself.”
Arruk slowly rose and lay herself down. She moaned happily as Aisshaee slid inside her and nuzzled the Dryad’s throat as The Queen began to pound her in earnest.
It was alright, she thought to herself as Aisshaee nibbled on her earlobe, her cock driving deep into her core with every thrust. It's only pretend.
Soon she’d be able to escape. It would only take a little while longer, a few days of being Aisshaee’s whore… her bitch… her broodmare.
Arruk quivered as Aisshaee locked lips with her, her sharp, pointed tongue invading Arruk’s mouth and filling it with the honeyed taste of her spit.
It was just pretend.
Comments
Bluewing
Thank you!
Dummy
You can do it, Arruk! Don't give in... :( What a vicious story. I love it.
