Fall of Qualinost I - Chapter 1 - Part 1
Eucher
posted: 2016-03-27
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STORY CONTEST ENTRY: This story was submitted as an entry in the Naked Blades March 2016 Story Contest. To find out more about the Story Contests, visit the Writer's Salon in the Tavern of the Broken Axe.
STORY CONTEST PROMPT: Fallen Queen
DESCRIPTION: What really happened to Qualinost and the Queen Mother Laurana during the War of Souls. (May MW and TH forgive me)
WARNING: This story is for readers over the age of 18. This is a parody fanfiction, do not copy, publish, or reproduce for profit or without my consent. This is a work of fiction for the sole purpose of enjoyment within the adult and mature community. The scenario and situations within are purely fantastical and imaginary in nature for the pleasure of consenting adults. In no way do I advocate the treatments illustrated herein against any real person. Enjoy!
TAGS: Elf, Draconian, FMM, non-consentual
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Fall of Qualinost I - Chapter 1 - Part 1
Chapter 1 - Part 1 - Part 2
Fourteen Days after the Fall of Qualinost
Kelevandros beheld the elf woman in the dingy cell. As he had expected, she hadn't a stitch on her, like any prisoner she was kept naked. She had been sitting on the straw strewn about the floor. Her back to the rough-hewn bedrock into which the iron frames of the prison cell had been embedded. She had her legs drawn up, her chin rested on her knees and her arms wrapped around herself.
The dim light of flickering torches from the wall sconces cast the elf's wavering shadow into her cage alerting her to his presence. Staring into his eyes defiantly, she stood, holding an arm across her full breasts while her other hand hovered in front of her bare crotch. What modesty she tried to achieve however were lost, as her delicate hand was not large enough to fully hide her groin allowing the downy blonde curls of her golden patch to peek from the edges, nor was her slim arm adequate to completely cover the entirety of the glistening spheres of her heaving bosom.
"I hope the accommodations are to your liking...Mistress," Kelevandros said the word with a mocking sneer. He smiled savoring the thought of how the term must torment his former mistress. The term he had been using for nearly three decades to address this caged blonde maned elf woman. Having been in her household as her personal servant, it gave him such perverse pleasure to see the haughty Lauralanthalasa brought low. Stripped naked, kept disheveled and dirty in a dank dungeon cell awaiting what her fate might be. He smiled remembering the reports of the indignities she had to endure at the hands of her jailers. He had heard how she had suffered innumerable rapes, how the guard had made the oft too lauded ‘Heroine' of the Lance fornicate like some alley whore, or how she was forced to rut like an animal on her hands and knees. Then there were the exquisite humiliations she was put through. Her keepers had made her beg for food like an obedient bitch then they forced her to eat like one too. He tried to imagine the vaunted Golden General naked on all fours being made to lap her food out of a dog bowl set on the floor while the jailers stood over her laughing. The elf delighted at the thought of how the exalted Queen Mother to the Speaker of the Sun of the Qualinesti was reduced to bedding down on straw and having to squat over a slop bucket in the corner.
She glared at him from behind iron bars, her betrayer. She kept silent, tightening those full luscious pouty lips of her, but he could see the muscles on her arms and legs tense.
He was sure if not for the bars she'd have leapt at him hands around his throat, but how delicious she looked. How he wanted to take her again, spread out on the dirty straw, stuffing her full of his meat, hearing her moan and writhe under him. He had to restrain his lust, reminding himself of the business at hand, and consoled himself with tormenting her verbally.
"I had wanted to check on you sooner, although I was assured by the guards that you were not left wanting for company. They made sure you didn't feel abandoned and lonely I hope," his cruel smile widened when he saw an involuntary shudder ran through her body. He could see her eyes flickering momentarily with fear and revulsion at the memory of the guards' visits and their attempts to keep her entertained. If the bruises and the reddened marks on her inner thighs were any indication she had been entertained quite recently. "In any event I apologize for my absence my lady, but I have been preoccupied with some important matters. Matters that may be of interest to you."
"You must be speaking of returning my clothes then, because I doubt anything else you or your bloated green bitch has to offer would interest me," she said through gritted teeth, cowed but not conquered, her voice imperious, and her eyes had regained their icy glare.
The elf let out a contemptuous laugh. "Come now my lady, no need to play the coy maiden. Your affectations at modesty are wasted on me. I know you like to flaunt it, how you love exhibiting your...virtues, shall we say physical talents. I'm sure that's why you fought in the War of the Lance, when decent elven woman would have been mortified at the thought of being around so many human males. Yet you agreed to lead the Solamnics, I'm sure you delighted exposing yourself to all the men. All these years spent as your servant, I've learned you liked being a tease. You had never cared about your modesty around me or Kalindas. Was it because we were mere servants that you didn't think it mattered whether you walked around naked in our presence, were we so far beneath you!?" he realized he must have been saying it with such vehemence that she looked taken aback, her cheeks flushing with anger and shame.
Taking a deep breath, he regained his composure, and he eyed her ineffectually covered lush body. "You don't have to cover yourself around me. Besides, I don't need to remind you I've seen you in all your glory, remember? I even got to familiarize myself with the most intimate areas you're even now trying to feebly hide and some areas that even you yourself have never gotten a good look at."
He had indeed seen her in all her glory, his mind recalled the day Beryl attacked.
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The Day Qualinost Fell
Kelevandros had waited for Laurana and that pig of a human, Medan, the so called Marshal of the Knights of Neraka, a grandiose name for a band of human filth extorting from the Qualinesti the fruits of their labor with their brutal thuggery. No one saw the absurdity that this nominal leader who commanded the oppressive human conquerors, who personally had had a hand in subjugating the elven nation for the past thirty years would suddenly have a turn of heart and do everything in his power to save these elves. No one saw, or no one wanted to see. He was sure it was because the pig was humping their whore of a queen. After all nothing turns a man's allegiance, human or elf, faster than a warm inviting cunt, and she was known to like rutting with humans, she even openly married a half-breed bastard. They definitely were in bed together, his brother, Kalindas, had been right. At the thought of his brother pain gripped his heart again. The poor fool had been spying on the Queen for the Marshal, poisoned by the human filth's money, and how easily the human turned him over to her as some gift. What a fool he had been too, to run Kalindas through, killed his own brother in some misbegotten sense of loyalty and awe held for that slut. If he had to relive that moment, he would have helped his brother kill both of them. He renewed his oath, then and there atop the spiral stairs that he'd avenge his brother, and avenge himself.
Kelevandros tensed when he heard the sound of footfalls on the spiral stairs leading up to the top level of the Tower of the Sun, where he now lies in wait. He couldn't make out the murmurs, but he could make out it was them. They had a plan to kill that Great Green Bitch Berylynthranox, or so they thought, and he was to play a part in the plan, as the signaler. He had almost laughed himself to tears when he heard of the plan, it had been perfect...for his own plot. How he had thought that if he had been his old stupidly naive self, the Kelevandros who was happy, honored even, to be the Queen Mother Lauralanthalasa's personal servant, he would have thrilled at having a small part in their plan. What a blind fool he had been, to delight in being a servant, he was even thankful that he had such a kind and generous mistress, which she had been. Not until the death of his brother - at his own hands no less -did he realize that it did not matter how kind his mistress was, or how exalted the mistress was, he was still a servant. Where his brother had used betrayal as a means to earn enough steel to buy himself out of his life of servitude, Kelevandros planned to use betrayal to gain power so that he could be free of servitude, with the pleasure of revenge thrown in.
He waited tensely for what seemed like eternity, his Mistress and the human were taking their time, and he could hear them laughing together half way up. They had sounded more like a pair of lovers then age old enemies ‘brought together by a common adversity' as they were trying to portray. He made up his mind then that the whore had been spreading her thighs wide for that human pig for some time, and that human filth had been nailing her good from the way they've been acting. He cursed his twin brother for a fool and had to tighten his grip on the dagger's handle to calm himself down.
Finally Laurana was moved pass him, she was panting, and her eyes were adjusting to the light that she missed him hiding in the shadows. Naturally she wasn't expecting him to lay in wait near the top of the stairs, and was looking for him at a place where he should have been waiting. Then the Dark Knight reached the top step huffing from the exhaustion, saying something, which Kelevandros didn't register, nor care to hear. The elf felt his muscles were tensed. All the anxiety and anger boiling in him he focused into his hand that held the dagger. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw that Laurana noticed him, and she lunged towards him, but it was too late. He dashed forward, slid his dagger right under the arm of the unsuspecting filthy human pig.
The marshal hadn't even realized what had happened. The human pig just let out a pain filled cry when Kelevandros wrenched his blade free and slumped to one knee before collapsing to the ground.
"Kelevandros...what have you done!?" He heard his mistress, no, the human pig's lover, he corrected, gasp in shock. He turned towards her, felt his face burning red with rage.
"Don't come near me, Madam!" he cried, a part of him laughed at how the years of servitude had made him use the term out of habit when he probably should have used a more appropriate appellation for her.
"Kelevandros..." Laurana looked helplessly at him, "why? He was going to help us-"
He wanted to scoff at her remark, he wanted mock the absurdity of her words, but the anger he felt at his brother's death raging within him boiled fourth unbidden. "He killed my brother!" Spittle froth on his quivering lips. "Killed him years ago with his filthy money and his foul promises. He used him and all the while he despised him. Not dead yet, are you, you bastard?" He was himself surprised by the rage from the depths of his soul. He made to stab the dying human but Laurana interposed her body between them.
As he advanced on her with his dagger, the elf woman had stood her ground calmly between him and her fallen lover.
A part of Kelevandros was ready to have killed the bitch there and then, but the calmer and more sinister parts of him managed to calm himself down. He needed her alive, no, he wanted her alive. He needed her to let down her guard.
"What have you done, Kelevandros?" She said softly, he knew she was trying her well known skills of persuasion and confrontation that had served her well as a diplomat. "You have doomed us."
He mustered all his abilities at theatrics, raised his dagger and made a show of flinging it away. "We had already been doomed, years ago." Spittle lined his mouth and he was astonished to realize that what he said wasn't all play acting. He truly felt now how doomed the Qualinesti were. This day had been inevitable, Beryl was going to sack the city sooner or later. He consoled himself as having made the right choice in allying himself with the winning side. At least now he would not be doomed along with the rest of his race, he would survive and be master of his own destiny he told himself.
His act must have relieved her because her guard slackened. His ploy was working and he had only needed to get close to her. Seeing the thin guard rails an idea struck. He ran towards the flimsy guard rail like he was about to jump over the railing to his doom. However, instead of jumping over the railing as he dashed past her, he swung around and slammed into her at the last moment. His act had been too quick for her to react, she was caught flat footed. She had tried to beat him back with fists and kicks, but he had the advantage of surprised and smashed his fist into the side of her head.
He pulled off the oversized cloak she wore to hide that fact that she was accoutered in armor from Beryl, he quickly tied her hands together behind her back with rope he had brought up. She was still senseless when he started cutting the straps of her armor. The dark blue breastplate clattered to the floor, followed soon by other pieces of armor as he worked feverishly, almost forgetting to savor every moment of his revenge. Only when he ripped off the leather skirt covering her legs did she begin to stir. She was reduced to her thin undershirt, panties and boots, he having cut off her skin tight breeches, and he saw her head lulled from side to side as if she was still dizzy. He retrieved the Lost Star, still in its scabbard from the body of the human filth, he had almost forgotten that two very powerful weapons laid strewn on the floor til he tried to find something appropriate to ties her legs to. His face twisted in a hateful smile at the dead Marshal whose eyes were still open, staring blankly into oblivion. "Wish you had enough life in you to witness what happens to your bitch" the elf said.
He roughly pulled her bare shapely legs apart, giving himself the momentary pleasure of staring at her barely covered crotch, when she began to struggle weakly. "No!" she screamed, finally regaining full consciousness only after he had secured each of her ankles to opposite ends of the Lost Star, using the ancient sword as a spread bar, forcing her legs apart lewdly. She regained her composure quickly and had tried to ask why he was doing this, that he had doomed them all, and it was not too late. She tried to reason with him. He didn't answer, his face twisted in an evil grin he brought his knifed to her throat, which quieted her momentarily, but instead of slicing her throat, he turned it so it slid under her shirt, and he cut open her thin shirt, revealing her heaving full breasts. She started protesting, then began begging to let her go, to not continue on this course, then she began to plead desperately when he looked down at her crotch covered by the sheer panties. She screamed in shame and mortification when he grabbed the part covering her crotch and tore it open. She screamed in anguish and tried to struggle away when his hand grabbed hold of her bare crotch and his fingers roughly played with her pussy. Despite her protestations her twat had begun to moisten, excited by the lewd exposure.
The Queen Mother was blushing a deep red, tears trailing down her cheeks. Kelevandros half carried half dragged her to the balcony sitting her up against the wall. Beryl was circling above and having seen them she approached. He managed to fight off the Dragon Fear, mainly because the Green was sparing him, her newly appointed and by his actions trusted agent. She was hovering near the balcony as per their arrangement and Kelevandros shot off the fire arrow, which signaled to the awaiting elves and rebellious dark knights, the unknowing fools, to attack. Forewarned of this ambush, Beryl suddenly swooped down on the rebel's positions as they moved out to attack. He didn't need to see what happened then, and he didn't care, but he hauled up the naked trussed up Qualinesti Queen to witness the downfall of her forces.
He held her from behind with one arm propping her up against the railing of the balcony.
Kelevandros propped up his naked mistress, trussed up and wiggling, against the railing of the balcony. With her taut ass bared, and her legs forced apart tied to the ancient sword, Qualinesti Queen was bent over the flimsy handrail of the balcony. With her hands secured behind her back she helplessly hung half-way out over the air.
Kelevandros pried his former mistress's taut ass cheeks apart. With her wrists bound tightly to the delicate but strong railing of the balcony, and her legs spread wide by being tied to either end of the Lost Star, all Laurana could do was cry raggedly in anguish as her former servant pried the taut mounds of her buttocks apart.
Kelevandros reached between his erstwhile mistress's lewdly spread thighs to paw her bare unprotected pussy. The captive elf queen's nether lips were warm to the touch, and there was a heat emanating from her hole.
"Nooo....." Laurana had sobbed pleadingly at him. No doubt realizing what was about to happen to her. Kelevandros merely savored her misery, and it drove on his lust.
The elf quickly undid his breeches and his fully erect cock was out. He brought the tip of his turgid member against the captive queen's spread pussy. He almost lost it when his cock tip felt the heat emanating from her nether hole.
Laurana shook her head as Kelevandros thrust his cock pass the petals of her pussy.
The woman he served for nearly thirty years was now spitted on his cock. He could barely believe it. He had been her servant, and neither of them ever imagined he would be mounting her naked and bound body. But that was what he was doing. His hands held her hips as he rammed his cock into her most sacrosanct hole. He sheathed his pulsating shaft into the warm folds of her burrow. He fucked her hard. There was no finesse, just lust fueled by hatred that drove him to pound into her pussy.
Breath came to Kelevandros in desperate gasps, while Laurana shook her head from side to side with eyes shut - still not believing that she was being violated while her city fell all around them. His thrusts came in short bursts, slamming deep until his scrotum smashed against the captive queen's upraised buttocks.
With one last thrust Kelevandros drove all the way into Laurana's cunt, coming with a triumphant cry. His cock blew hot jizz into his erstwhile mistress's fuck tunnel, and the traitorous former servant held himself inside the elf queen. They were joined with tight sheath wrapped around his pulsating shaft. The mistress and the servant, now Master and his captive cunt, a slave queen, a royal fuck toy.
Kelevandros dropped to his knees behind the trussed up Qualinesti Queen. He was panting recovering from his intense climax. When he had recovered enough for his eyes to focus he found himself staring between his former mistresses's lewdly spread thighs. The heat washed over him again as he savored the sight of her tantalizingly splayed crotch, her violated cunt nestled vulnerably in between was steaming from the forceful fuck. The petals of her pussy glistening with his froth freshly emptied into her recently vacated hole which was still gaping wide, but fast contracting. Pulse pounded his temples as he whiffed the fragrance of her steaming sex, and felt his cock hardening again.
Laurana wept, her sobs filled with despair and anguish, bound and helplessly bent over the railing with her violated pussy shamelessly exposed to the wide world below while she was forced to witness the destruction of her ancestral city. Kelevandros savored the sight and sound of the haughty highborn bitch crying in misery, but it wasn't enough for him.
The traitor looked around and found his inspiration. He seized the elf queen's discarded cloak and quickly ripped off a strip a hands breadth wide. He then wrapped it around the forgotten Dragonlance about an arm's length up the shaft from the steel encased butt end.
Taking hold of the trapped Laurana's quivering bare buttock with one hand he brought the Dragonlance end first between the elf woman's splayed thighs to her exposed crotch.
Kelevandros placed the smooth and dull steel-shod butt end of the lance up against his erstwhile mistress's pussy. The sobbing elf queen was jolted out of her misery as she suddenly felt the cold metal poised against her petals.
Perhaps realizing what was about to happen her head turned to protest but her words were lost as Kelevandros shoved the thick shod head into her pussy.
Laurana let out a wail as the blunt back end of the Dragonlance penetrated her fuck hole.
The captive queen thrashed and flailed in her bonds, her honey blonde hair flying wildly as hear head violently shook partly in struggle and partly in denial at the humiliating violation. Bound atop the Tower of the Suns, from which her forebears ruled over vast elven realm, stripped naked and her body bared to the wide world below, and her cunt stuffed with a Dragonlance - a weapon she had used to liberate the world from evil - while the city entrusted to her burned below.
Kelevandros held his former mistress against the railing, riding out her violent thrashing struggle to break free and dislodge the dull butt end of the lance penetrating her pussy. Her efforts were in vain however as the elf servant held on to the shaft of the Dragonlance while his other hand wrapped around her waist.
Laurana's violent thrashing slowly ebbed away, her wails turned to humiliated sobs.
It was when his mistress hung her head in resignation that Kelevandros drove his cock into her puckered anus.
The captive Queen Mother screamed, and Kelevandros felt his former mistress's body strained taut underneath him.
If Kelevandros had thought that the elf queen's pussy had been tight, her ass was even tighter. He almost lost himself as he pushed into her tight little sphincter. It was partly painful even for him.
The captive elf woman no longer thrashed or struggled, she just let out ragged sobs as her ass was slowly penetrated while her pussy was impaled on a Dragonlance.
It wasn't lost on the traitor that he was violating his erstwhile mistress atop the sacred Tower of the Suns while the ancient city of Qualinost burned around them. He had the last true queen of the elves naked and trussed up, bound and lewdly bared to the eyes of the invaders, and he was taking her up her ass.
The thought drove him to bury his cock deep into her ass until with a last violent thrust his shaft was up to the hilt in her tight asshole.
After enjoying what felt like a rapturous eternity with his cock ensconced in the warm depths of his erstwhile mistress he slowly drew back. The elf queen shuddered underneath her, he knew not whether in pain or pleasure, or in fear or anticipation, and he cared not.
He stopped when only the bulbous tip of his cock was left in her asshole.
"Here it come again," the traitorous elf whispered into his former mistress's ear before ramming forward.
The trussed up elf queen screamed anew. Kelevandros kept pumping into the fallen elf queen's ass until he was buried completely in her again.
"When you put your armor on this morning, did you ever imagine you would end up like this, with yourself bound naked to the balcony of the Tower of the Sun? Let alone having your ass fucked by me?" Kelevandros whispered in Laurana's ear just as he withdrew and rammed back into her forcefully.
Kelevandros started pumping his cock in and out of the captive queen's ass. While it got easier with his continuous drilling, he loved how her tight tunnel still sheathed around his shaft.
Kelevandros no longer held onto the Dragonlance shaft. The traitor drove his cock in and out of his mistress's tight asshole while his hands wrapped themselves around the elf queen's heavy tits. He rammed his erect shaft into her tight chute, again and again, as he hung onto the elf queen's milk sacs and used her tits as handles.
The traitor was nearing his climax as he drove his pelvis hard into the taut globes of Laurana's bared buttocks. To his surprised the haughty elf queen came. Her body was rigid underneath him while her thighs shook in convulsion as she climaxed, squirting copious thick fluid that burst along her thighs as well as the shaft of the Dragonlance still forced into her cunt. Laurana sobbed in mixture of pleasure and abasement.
The droplets of the elf woman's ecstasy bursting against his bare legs and the idea he had just made his haughty former mistress cum in degradation proved too much for Kelevandros, and the elf found himself hilting one last time into Laurana's tight ass before his cock exploded in pleasure. His member convulsed and his warm seed blasted the inside of the haughty fallen queen's asshole.
After some time his cock squirted its last, and he just rested there on top of Lauralanthalasa, the Princess Royal of Qualinesti, the Golden General, Heroine of the Lance, the Queen Mother - naked, bound, and utterly violated with a Dragonlance still shoved up her cunt while her humiliating climax still coating the inner flesh of her thighs.
Continued in Part 2...