Chapter 2 - Part 2
Celise moans as the zombies approach her from front and back. Their cold hands touch her, fingers spreading her thighs and ass cheeks. The potions that Nesharina have given her have taken affect -- the whip lash wounds, though still painful, have stopped bleeding and scabbed over, and Celise feels more awake than she can remember. She can't even close her eyes for more than a moment before she finds herself looking into the dark, soulless gaze of the zombie in front of her.
Celise feels the unnatural cool touch of a erect penis, trailing along her inner thigh and then she cries out as it slips between her labia. The zombie crouches slightly, as if it has done this deed before, and unerringly slides his erect cock up into her. Her skin crawls with goosebumps at the thing's touch, but her cunt responds hungrily, contracting around the thick shaft as it burrows inside her. The zombie's cold belly presses against hers, mashing the hanging chains against her and pulling at the clamps on her clit and nipples. The zombie clutches at the back of her thighs and pulls her legs up, lifting her feet from the floor. To ease the weight of herself hanging from her wrists, Celise wraps her legs around the undead creature, grimacing as her hot, slickened thighs clasp the cold flesh of the zombie's hips.
Then she feels the chill touch of another penis, pressing against her anus, pushing steadily against her clenched sphincter. The zombie behind, holds her sweaty waist steady with cold hands and presses his shrunken chest against her back. The undead cock is unrelenting, and then with only the lubrication of the seeping fluids from her prior orgasms, the undead penis pushes into her asshole, drawing a cry that is all pain .White fire tears through her as she feels the zombie drive it's infernal dead cock deep into her.
"Oh Gods!" Celise moans as she feels both cold cocks deep inside her, separated by a thin barrier of flesh. Pain and pleasure are warring for possession of her body and mind.
The zombie guards work as one, alternating with a steady rhythm as they thrust in and out -- silent and relentless in their efforts. Any relief Celise feels across her shoulders, arms and backs as she is now essential suspended between the two undead creatures is more than painfully compensated for as they fuck her hard and steadily, their movements and her own body's gyrations causing bolts of pain in her tightly clamped and pinched nipples and clitoris.
Nesharina feels the sweet heat of arousal rising between her own thighs as she watches Celise, chained and helpless being fucked without mercy by her zombie guards. Celise's head lolls from side to side as the Queen sobs and moans from the pain and pleasure wracking her body. Nesharina steps close and jerks Celise's head back by her black mane. After licking her way up the Queen's neck, savoring the taste of her sweat filled with pheromones of fear and lust, she kisses Celise savagely. Nesharina pushes her tongue into the Queen's mouth like another tool of violation and pressing her lips against Celise's harshly before withdrawing.
Nesharina's lips are smeared with the Queen's saliva. "You won't die this night, Whore Queen -- perhaps tomorrow, but not tonight. My potions will see to that. But come dawn, I will return to hear you beg me to stop the pain," She moves in again, her lips pressed against Celise's ear and adds, "But I won't -- the pain never ends... I promise you, the pain will follow you unto death and beyond."
Celise moans and licks her lips, gasping breathlessly, "P-pain and pleasure -- t-t-the border unsure... OH GODS... I d-decide on which s-side to s-stand." She breaks off into whimpering groans.
Nesharina stands astounded at the Queen's continued defiance. She spits on the Queen of Agosta and snarls, "Faster! Fuck her harder and faster!" Then she turns on her heels and stalks from the room.
The undead servants obey her command. Nesharina exits the dungeon with a smile on her face as Celise's screams follow her far into the corridors deep within Bloodgate.
Inside the torture chamber of Nesharina, it is the utter silence of the zombies that almost unnerves the Queen of Agosta. They make no sounds of pleasure as they fuck her. The only noise is the slapping of their undead flesh smacking against her sweaty body. Celise struggles to find her center -- seeking to cling to each fragment of pleasure that nips and tugs at her body -- pulling the threads of potential orgasm together to knit ecstasy itself, but it is a struggle. Pain courses through her continually as the servants of Nesharina thrust and withdraw and thrust and withdraw.
The demands on Celise's body leave her dripping with perspiration. Sweat splatters on the floor and slickens her zombie lovers. Her muscles tighten, even cramping, as she responds to their never-ending penetration. Puddles of sweat form, joining blood and her cunt juices on the stones the zombies stand upon. Between moans, Celise repeats her mantra of "Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand," over and over again, trying to focus herself around the words -- to collect all that she is to master the sensations battling within her naked and battered body.
"Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand." The words become the foundation of Celise's world as she struggles to find pleasure in the brutal undead raping of her body. She finds unexpected aid from her own body as it warms from her exertions. Sweat and even blood, combined with her almost independent-minded cunt, ease the pain of the large, long cock hammering in to it again and again. It is there that pleasure is strongest as her natural slattern instincts take over.
As the other undead guard assaults her asshole, sweat and blood and juices lubricate his penetration. It is not the only time that long night the Whore Queen is thankful for her son's appetite at fucking his mother in the ass. Flesh tears, but heals, leaving only pain behind. But as she loosens up, pain must compete with pleasure.
Gradually, carnal pleasure builds within Celise's valiant body. But even she despairs if she can master the pain wracking her, and convert it to sweet ecstasy. She loses all sense of time -- all she knows of the world winnows down simply to the two hard cocks mechanically thrusting in and out of her cunt and ass and the clamps on her nipples and clitoris. It is a seemingly eternal war of pain and pleasure. Her words pour out of without pause, the only buoy in the ocean of sensation she feels about to drown in.
"Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand," Celise sobs between cries of pains and the intermittent gasps of pleasure.
She is on the verge of despair when suddenly as she again says the words, "Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand," she hears another voice echoing her own -- a voice she hasn't heard in decades but knows as well as her own. She repeats her words, hearing the voice grow stronger and stronger until she begins to disconnect, feeling herself leave her own body, but taking the pain with her...
"Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand," moans Celise, Princess of Elysiis, shoulders aching from many hours of being manacled and raised high above her head. Her body is wet and slick with sweat and her only desire is to be released and to sleep.
Like a wind-up toy from Agosta, she mechanically repeats the mantra over and over again, her voice growing more tremulous with each moment. "Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand."
Tears of pain and frustration roll down her cheeks to drip on her prominent breasts. "Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand."
"Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand," she moans.
As she begins again, another person joins in, this voice more enthusiastic. "Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand."
Celise jerks her head up to see her mother, Elia striding into the room, flanked on each side by Celise's older sisters.
"Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand," the woman repeats with joy in her voice. "Celise, my sweet, you must Believe in the words, not simply repeat them like a pretty parrot." She moves gracefully towards her daughter -- every bit the Queen of Elysiis that she is.
Elia's upper body is bare, her large breasts adorned only by ruby encrusted gold rings piercing her nipples and a gold chain connecting them and tugging on her swollen nubs. Silks swish with an almost hypnotic whisper as she moves, parting to reveal her bald mound, labia thick and hanging. Her green eyes flash with mirth and love, framed in her beautiful face by great auburn tresses that shine.
Behind her, Felisha and Linsele are younger mirror images of their mother, save for the deep black manes they share with Celise -- a gift from their father's line, the great Pharaoh Khanthus XVII. In their eyes are hints of sympathy for their younger sister, and knowledge of the trial she is experiencing. Each in her own way conveys expressions meant to encourage Celise.
"Pleasure and pain are the same coin, Celise," Elia murmurs, reaching out to stroke her daughter's face. "You must master both and be able to turn one into the other if you would be of the Order of Isisiris." Elia moves closer and kisses her daughter on each tear-stained cheek, and then kisses her on the lips. Her tongue rolls gently over Celise's lips, offering them much needed moisture.
Celise chokes back a sob and whimpers, "But it hurts, Mother. The pain is terrible."
Elia smiles with great compassion as she kisses her daughter again, her breasts press against those of her daughter. "Pain is simply a road to pleasure, daughter. You need simply to center yourself and you will the way." Elia begins softly stroking her daughter's body, fingers delicately trailing down the sides of her torso, back around her hips and up her back, making Celise shiver.
"Of course, all explorers sometimes need aid to get to the place they seek," Elia murmurs into her youngest child's ear. Her tongue flicks out like a snake, to dance around the lobe. Elia steps back, allowing Felisha and Linsele to move to their sister's side. "Pleasure is easy to find," she says in a soothing tone as she places her palm on Celise's belly and slowly slides her hand down.
Celise moans softly as her mother's fingers slip over her thick bush. The middle finger finds her slit and spreads her pussy lips apart. Elia knows her daughter well, and with a single finger, she plunges the digit inside Celise's cunt and then curling, finds... the spot. Celise mewls like a well fed kitten as little jolts of sweet, pleasure begin to stir within her. Elia smiles and adds another finger, stirring them around inside her child's quickly moistening pussy while her thumb begins to tease the clitoris from its hooded hideaway.
The sisters, upon a nod from their mother, lean in, ducking their heads to take Celise's swollen nipples into their mouths, expertly sucking and teasing her thick and now throbbing protuberances. Celise's shackled body quivers with delight as they pleasure her and as their mother adds yet a third finger, worming it inside her tight cunt.
Elia leans in and kisses her daughter, pleased that Celise greets her tongue with her own. Mother and daughter kiss for long minutes with heated tongues swirling. Elia's heavy breasts press against her other daughters' faces as they suck and role their tongues over Celise's swelling nipples.
Finally, Elia breaks the kiss and pauses to lick her lips as if to savor the taste of her youngest child. Through it all, she has fingered her daughter, touching all the sacred spots within her pussy, taunting and teasing her now swollen clitoris. "Pleasure is easy to find," Elia repeats. "Pain is more difficult to discover -- its nature often less clear. Is it truly different, or simply pleasure misunderstood?"
Upon her last spoken word, both Felisha and Linsele without warning, bite down hard on Celise's nipples, teeth piecing hard enough to draw blood. Celise's body jerks as she gives out a shrill scream, her body convulsing with unexpected sensations.
"Pleasure or pain, Celise?" asks her mother, fingers still working in her cunt. "Did your sisters give you pleasure or pain?"
Celise opens her mouth to speak, but only a plaintive wail emerges. Finally as her body begins to calm somewhat, she sobs, "Oh, I loved that... it was -- oh Gods, it was pleasure!"
Elia nods, pleased by her daughter's response. "Yes, that's my darling. You've taken the first step. Now let us journey down the path further."
She nods to her other daughters who both produce identical items of jewelry -- glittering scarabs with wicked looking pinchers. Linsele and Felisha deftly attach them to Celise's still swollen nipples, the pinchers driving deep into the rubbery flesh, piercing them and locking into place with an audible snap.
Again, Celise stiffens, giving out a cry that holds both pain and pleasure. Then as her sisters touch tiny wheels on the underside of the scarabs, pain wins out as the pinchers are cinched tighter and tighter.
"Oppose the pain, daughter," Elia hisses. "Find the pleasure and wrap it around the pain -- allow the pleasure to consume it -- to feed and increase your pleasure."
As she speaks, Elia slowly squats down, bringing her face level with her daughter's thick bush. Celise's pussy is split wide and labia coated with her juices. Elia inhales her daughter's sweet scent and leans closer, her eyes looking upwards to find her daughter's pain-glazed gaze.
"Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- you decide on which side you stand. Speak the words, Celise -- speak them and believe them. Make all you're feeling, pleasure, my love. Find the place within you where pleasure is all and embrace it," Elia implores her daughter.
Then her face presses against Celise's wet and quivering cunt -- the inner heat almost molten as Elia drives her tongue between the lust-spread labia, up and up, savoring her daughter's fresh, sweet taste. Her tongue presses up to cushion Celise's throbbing clitoris before she capture it between her lips.
Celise's sisters chant in unison, standing on each side of her, stroking her shoulders and back, trying to calm her pain wracked flesh. "Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand,"
Through gritted teeth, the young Celise begins to chant with them. "Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand." Her reward is a kiss on each cheek and a subtle tightening of the pinchers once again.
"Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I decide on which side to stand." Celise sobs as she stammers through the mantra again and again -- trying to focus on the pain and will it away -- trying to focus on her mother's busy tongue coaxing delicious pleasure from between her legs. She gazes down at her mother who is looking up at her with such love, her mouth working furiously on Celise's cunt, nose twitching as it is tickled by the young girl's furry mound.
She is amazed that despite the searing sensations in her breasts, as if they were being stabbed, an orgasm is building deep within. Her womb is throbbing with carnal joy, confronting the pain -- pushing it back and then simply overwhelming it like a tidal wave sweeping over the sands upon the Western shore. There is something happening -- something more than simple orgasm -- something her mother's experienced tongue has given her more than once and then she has it and she sobs, understanding the true nature of pain... its true purpose.
"YES!" she screams as the greatest orgasm of the teenager's short life detonates within her. She takes the pleasure brought forth by her mother's tongue swirling around her throbbing clit and envelopes the pain with it and uses it as fuel to feed -- to strengthen her pleasure and then it is transformed as she is transformed, and becomes orgasmic ecstasy itself...
YES, OH MOTHER... OH GODS BE PRAISED! FUCK MEEEEE!" Celise screams as she masters the relentless pain coursing through her battered body and she climaxes as she has rarely reached before! With all her heart and soul, the Whore Queen of Agosta embraces the brutal ravaging she is being offered by the two undead lovers as an intense orgasm takes her into a state of total carnal bliss, devouring any and all pain.
Celise tightens her grip on the thick cock pummeling her cunt, its cool flesh now warmed in the intense heat of her aroused body while she simultaneously flexes her ass cheeks to constrain the cock burrowing deep in her asshole. She arches her back to increase the wonderfully painful sensations in her nipples and clitoris, riding that pain into orgasm again and again. The queen doesn't shy from the touch of the relentless zombie guards, she writhes and twists to meet their long, hard and steady thrusts, doing her best to take them deeper and harder -- helping her climax and cum.
Pleasure becomes all, and never ceases. Seconds tick by. Minutes tick by. Hours tick by and yet time also seems to grind to a halt. Celise's world becomes simply two cocks fucking ass and pussy. Celise's world becomes simply carnal gratification incarnate. She screams and sobs, laughs and cries as orgasm begets orgasm, until her whole body screams that it cannot take anymore. Then Celise embraces that intense painful ecstasy and rides it to new heights of orgasmic delight.
There is no respite from pleasure -- Nesharina's potions have done their work. Celise experiences every moment of cock-induced joy, relishing it, wrapping herself up in the sweet, maddening, never-ending delight of cocks fucking her and fucking her and fucking her, never losing consciousness, her senses heightened as never before -- becoming an avatar of fucking induced pleasure.
In the midst of being awash in an ocean of orgasmic delight, Celise does not hear the approach of steps. She does not see Nesharina appear in the entrance of the dungeon, appearing well rested and dressed much as she was the day before -- bare breasted and wearing white leather chaps and stiletto heeled boots with a cat o' nine tails held in her hands today -- each leather thong knotted and capped with sharp steel tips.
Celise does not see Nesharina grinning smugly as she considers the sight in front of her.
The zombie guards are unchanged since she last saw them, steadily thrusting into Celise's gaping asshole and cunt. Celise is saddled between them, her legs wrapped around the zombie in front of her. Her body only moving in response to the constant thrusts of her undead lovers. Celise is coated with sweat, her hair hanging limply and dripping. The Queen's brilliant blue eyes are glazed and unseeing, her mouth hanging open, spittle dribbling from her lips and falling to her breasts.
Celise does not hear the rich and fell laughter as Nesharina claps her hands in delight and moves into the room. The Nedalian snaps her fingers and the zombies respond instantly, both stepping back, extricating themselves from Celise, their cocks glistening with her leavings -- cunt juice, sweat and blood. Celise's legs fall, with her toes dragging on the floor. Her body sag as her weight is taken on her shoulders and cuffed wrists.
It is only with their absences and the change in her body's orientation that Celise shows signs of life -- her eyes open wide and her mouth moves without speaking.
Nesharina moves closer, eager for the moment -- hungering to hear the Queen of Agosta beg her to put an end to her misery.
Celise tries to speak again, her eyes slowing focusing on her former sister-in-law standing now before her, a hoarse rasp of a whisper all she can produce.
Nesharina hisses, "Speak louder, Whore Queen. Ask me... beg me to end it all now," she hisses, drawing even closer, placing her ear close to Celise's lips.
For long seconds, all she hears is Celise's labored breathing and then slowly words... spoken in a voice long drained and damaged from unrelenting screams. Celise whispers almost too soft to hear. "No... please don't stop fucking me,"
Nesharina draws back, her body going rigid as she stares in disbelief.
Celise slowly raises her head and wearily smiles and says in a louder, more insistent voice. "More. I want more!"
The wife of Kallas takes a step back as if Celise had struck her with her fist. Her eyes widen as she comprehends fully all that is around her. The ever erect cocks of her zombies, retreated almost into the shadows, drip with Celise's cunt cream and the floor underneath the hanging woman are puddles of her juices, swirls of sweat and blood making it appear almost hypnotic. Even the air reeks of Celise's arousal.
"No," moans Nesharina, staggering back. "No, no, NO!" she screams in utter fury. She wavers in front of Queen Celise, shaking her fists in her face. "You bitch! You fucking cunt. You... you fucking WHORE!" she sobs, tears running down her pale cheeks. "You WILL BEG ME FOR MERCY!"
She pulls one arm back and then snaps her whip. The leather threads lash out and strike Celise across the breasts and belly, scoring the skin and drawing blood.
Celise jerks in response and then a sneer of absolute sinful pleasure creeps across her face and she sobs hoarsely, "Yessssss! Make me cummm!"
Nesharina howls as madness consumes her and she abandons all restraint, whipping the metal tipped lashes down again and again, tearing cruel swatches of flesh from Celise's body. Each assault upon the queen is met with moans of ecstatic pleasure and delight which only serves to magnify Nesharina's foul anger.
In frustration, she flings the whip aside and raising one leg, draws a wicked, keenly edged blade from a sheath concealed on the side of her boot. "YOU WILL BEG ME FOR DEATH, WHORE QUEEN!" she screams shrilly, raising her arm to slash Celise's face.
Her knife begins to descend when it is stayed by a hairy hand taking a firm grip on her wrist.
Nesharina spins in great anger to find herself facing one of her husband's personal escorts -- the elite of his lycanthrope troops. His wolfish face is impassive and betrays no emotion as she spits in his face and snarls, "You dare touch your Queen!"
From the shadows of the dank room, several of her zombies emerge and begin to close on Nesharina and Kallas's guard.
Kallas shouts from behind her. "He dares at my command!"
She turns to see Kallas in the doorway, along with several of his guards -- all in a state of lycanthrope readiness -- ready to shift into their animalistic form. "Pull the strings on your meat puppets. Call them off now, Nesharina."
"You dare order me so! My father will..."
"Your father, the good king of Nedal, is not here, nor are his Obsidian Legions," Kallas adds, "But Jonos and his army have crept in during the night and even now, prepare to lay siege to Bloodgate." He surveys the room -- his gaze resting on the bloody and naked form of Queen Celise, hanging in her chains, stripes of of blood drip to pool on the stone floor.
Without warning, Kallas lashes out with one hand and strikes Nesharina across the face. "I am King and husband and you will obey as is your lot!" he snarls. "Call your undead things off now!"
Anger fills Nesharina's face, but it is anger layered over with calm. With a nod she stops her zombie guards approach.
Kallas nods and then slaps Nesharina again, staggering her. The lycanthrope guard's firm grip is the only thing keeping her on her feet. "I told you, dearest, he was to be alive when I came for her. If she dies now, you take her place, your father be damned!"
His wife gives a little gasp and then looks at Kallas as if for the first time, realizing he is deadly serious and that all their lives depend on the outcome of this battle with their usurper nephew. "Forgive me, my love. I...I can get so involved with my... pleasures." Her lips twist on the last word and she pretends not to hear Celise chuckle weakly behind her.
Quickly Nesharina brings forth more potions from her cabinet and forces them down the Queen Celise's throat. Her curatives are potent though foul in nature. Within minutes Celise's skin begins to heal, although leaving behind horrific, twisted scars. Nesharina contents herself with knowing that for what little time Celise has left to live, her almost mythical beauty is forever marred.
Kallas's guards release Celise from her manacles and she moans and sags in their arms, still in an orgasmic haze as blood rushes back into her arms and hands, triggering new pain that serves as fuel for the fires centered between her bloody thighs.
"Bring her," Kallas orders in a brisk, almost eager tone. He turns and strides from the room.
His guards bring Celise along, dragging her at first, but before they emerge from the depths below Bloodgate, she has recovered enough to walk along unaided, scarcely stumbling as they rush along. In her still heightened state of arousal, she is very aware of the hungry looks Kallas's wolfish guards give her and that in his preoccupied state, Kallas is totally unaware. The mark of the Lycanthrope on the guard's shoulders reminds her of the assassination attempt and her previous encounter with a werewolf -- making her aching cunt tingle with renewed passion. That in turn reminds her of the stories her late husband had told her about Kallas's favorite hobby.
Finally able to speak, her voice, harsh with a night of orgasmic screaming, "You seem perturbed, Kallas -- my son's arrival seems to worry you."
Kallas looks back and hisses, "His arrival should worry you more, Celise, for it means your doom." He strides on and then unable to help himself mutters over his shoulders, "Jonos gathers far more troops than I would have imagined would follow such a young fool. A pity for he shall surely send them all to their deaths this day."
"There will be death this day. But it will not be the King's, but your's. You should pray that he will make it a swift one."
Before Kallas can retort, there is a crack of a whip. Celise cries out as Nesharina, who has been following behind, strikes her across the back with her whip. "Mind your mouth, Whore Queen," she snarls. "You address the true King of Agosta."
Celise looks back at the Nedalian woman, "If that is true, then soon my son will prove his reputation as a usurper once again."
"Quiet, both of you," snaps Kallas.
They suddenly emerge from the stone-bound confines of Bloodgate, and cross over a tall stone span connecting two great towers. Celise shivers in the sudden chill air. She squints her eyes looking up at the clear blue skies lit by the rising sun in the east, but her attention is quickly drawn to the murmur of noise to the north. She gasps as she sees a great army drawn up before the battlements of Bloodgate -- great iron and wood siege engines slowly moving forward.
Celise's heart begins to beat more strongly as for a long moment she strains to see her son and lover, her true husband, among the thousands gathered there. Then she sighs, knowing with more than her heart that he stands not with his army. Nevertheless, she laughs and in a voice of merriment cries out, "Behold your doom, Kallas -- the day dawns and with it comes your destruction!"
Kallas ignores her and they cross once more into the other great tower and stone edifice that is Bloodgate. There is great clamor and activity as soldiers scurry about, preparing for combat. They descend lower into the fortress, stopped only once by a worried officer who reports, "My liege, scouts report activity in the mountain passes -- I believe some of Jonos's patrols may be at our flank."
"Reinforce the gates. Deploy what troops you think fit to support any feints from our rear," Kallas orders, glancing nervously back at the bloodied but still proud Queen. He turns to the captain of his guard. "Go to the Wolves and prepare your brigade for battle. We will use your werewolves to carve his army to pieces."
Celise shivers -- remembering how Janish had used his brother's werewolves as a hammer to break opposing armies in the past. They numbered three hundred, and each was equal to at least ten human soldiers... maybe more. For his part, the Captain of Kallas's Guard, turns and gestures to the Whore Queen. "And what of her. Would you leave her alone with you?"
Kallas smirks and shakes his head. "I have the remainder of my escort and Nesharina will keep her in her place." He grins then, an evil and lascivious expression and adds, "And we are almost to the pits now. She is all but dead!"
The Captain of the Guard nods and then turns curtly, casting an evil look at Celise before departing down another corridor.
The party descends deeper into Bloodgate, and soon a rank, animalistic smell begins to grow. Celise wrinkles her nose at the thick, broody smell and yet it send ripples of arousal through her. They step out of a corridor above a vast arena -- a pit surrounding by a balcony some twenty feet above it. Growls and snarls emerge from below, punctuated by howls and barks.
Celise is brought close to the railing and her stomach begins rolling as she moves close enough to peer over. She has a sharp intake of breath as she stares with horror at what lies below.
In the pit is a roiling mass of fur -- snarling wolfish creatures neither man nor beast, but somehow both. She cannot count them as they whirl and race and climb over each other. Their eyes are red with rage and beastly hunger and madness.
Nesharina murmurs into Celise's ear, "There is a risk in accepting the gift of lycanthropy. Not all can deal with their new senses and abilities. They succumb to animal instincts and cannot function as part of a greater entity. Many who deal with lycanthropes in Nedal put them down like rabid animals -- unmanageable and consumed only with the desire to kill, eat and fuck," Nesharina hisses. "But there are those who keep them alive for amusement."
Nesharina takes the handle of her whip and pushes it between Celise's legs from behind, rubbing the leather wrapped handle against the Queen's swollen labia.
Kallas murmurs from behind Celise, "I was fascinated with them from the start," He lowers his hand to cover that of his wife's -- tilting the whip handle to push it up into Queen Celise's cunt. She shivers as both lust and fear threaten to run amuck inside her. "To see what they can do to a person in just a few short seconds when they're hungry is amazing. To see what they do to someone when the breeding cycle is upon them, well..."
Kallas's laugh chills Celise to the bone, but she grips the railing and spreads her feet slightly, taking pleasure from the whip handle. She looks over her shoulder at Kallas and replies, "Yes, Janish told me stories of your appetites."
Her late husband's brother moves his hand away, leaving his wife holding the whip handle. He grins evilly and says, "Then you know your fate. I will take the few scraps of you that are left and send them to your son. If you mean as much to Jonos as has been reported, the loss of his Whore Queen will leave him easy prey for my troops."
Nesharina withdraws the whip handle from Celise's wet cunt. "Maybe I'll bring Jonos back as one of my undead. He can spend eternity as one of my slaves."
Celise brings herself up to stand regally and turns to face both Kallas and his wife, awing even them with her majesty even as naked and battered as she is. "You make jokes when you should be making preparations to die. Neither of you will live to see the sun set."
Kallas's face screws up to give an angry retort, but there are suddenly horns blaring from above and a thunderous noise of ten thousand men roaring.
In the aftermath come cries. "JONOS ATTACKS -- THEY ARE STORMING THE WALLS!"
Kallas settles for simply slapping Celise across the face. "Your time to die is now. Throw her to my wolves!"
Two guards step toward the queen, but she imperiously holds up a hand, halting them in their tracks. "No need. I will go willingly into the pit. Let no one ever call the Whore Queen of Jonos the Usurper... a coward!"
As all watch in awe as she climbs up onto the railing. Kallas and Nesharina tense, waiting for some sort of trick.
With her appearance, the werewolves below come to a sudden halt, all silent and staring, eager for whatever is to come. In the sudden silence, there is a large thundering boom from above as something collides with the massive iron doors of Bloodgate.
Celise grins and says in a voice full of merriment, "Death is knocking at your door, you fools. Time to die."
With the grace of a young swimmer, Celise dives from the railing, uttering, "Featherum," as she does. Instead of falling quickly to the bottom of the pit some fifty feet below, she falls slowly and gracefully as they watch from above. Quickly the Whore Queen gathers arcane energy and casts another spell. "Aramour," she murmurs.
Suddenly she becomes lust incarnate, feeling her arousal building up within her and like a pleasing vapor, spreading out from her. The stink of her sexual need precedees her arrival below. Like a dancer in slow motion, she flexes her body, arching as she brings her hands to her own splayed cunt and plunges them inside, moaning as the eldritch lust within her grows. Celise pulls her hands from her pussy, fingers dripping wet with her creams and she flicks her fingers, spraying droplets of cunt juice down upon the lupine monsters below her, each becoming suddenly frantic and consumed with lust as they catch her scent, and her desire.
As Kallas and Nesharina watch from above, their faces are suddenly confused. The werewolves go mad, tearing and clawing at each other to be closest to the human mate. Yet, they all edge back a little as Celise descends, allowing her a place to gently land.
Her eyes gleam with secret knowledge. When her toes touch the ground, she summons one last spell, "Succubuci," she almost growls in a voice full of gleeful malice.
For a moment all is silence and frozen in place. Then like a tidal wave, the motionless werewolves explode forward, tearing and slashing at each other to take Celise first. She is knocked to the ground. A black-furred lycanthrope snarls and snaps at her face. His red cock huge and extended, pushes against her thighs as he seeks her cunt. He is thrown off by another -- a huge, red-furred beast. Celise moans at the size of his erection. With drool pouring from his mouth, he reaches down with sharp clawed paws and flips her over onto her hands and knees, her ass raised up like an offering to the beast's lust.
His red lupine cock sinks into the Whore Queen's cunt and both he and Celise howl as he thrusts forward. His brindly red fur presses against her soft, dusky skin. His claws dig into her shoulders as he mounts her savagely. She screams as he sinks more and more of his hot cock inside her, stretching her as he burrows deep. Celise lets out a painful scream as he pushes his lupine knot past her wide-spread lips.
She begins to sob her mantra, "Pain and pleasure -- the border unsure -- I -- I -- I YESSSSSSSSSSS!" but she does not finish -- she has no need to.
Willingly, with all her heart, she surrenders to the pleasure of fornicating with the wolf creature. She embraces the sweet and painful pleasure, responding to his thrusts with her own. Orgasm boils up from within to overwhelm everything, her cunt tightening and growing hotter as she tries to keep the werewolf's cock inside her suddenly ravenous cunt.
Then another lycanthrope grinds its crotch in her face, heavy, fur covered testicles slap against her chin. A long, pink cock thrusts sideways across her mouth to seek relief. Celise opens her lips and captures the pointy tip of the lupine cock. She struggles and gags as he begins to fuck her mouth. The wolf pack goes mad around her, bodies crashing into her and each other, rubbing their long cocks against her flesh, muzzles nipping at her hips and shoulders and breasts.
Even through this din, Celise imagines she can hear the laughter of Kallas and Nesharina, hungrily watching from above, waiting for the wolf creatures to tear her apart in their lust. Despite the din of the lusty beasts, Celise imagines she can hear the noise of battle as Jonos's army assaults Bloodgate. Even as she is fucked hard, she manages to glance upwards and sees an aide, the same one who had warned Kallas of enemy activity in the mountain passes return and point urgently upwards. She sees Kallas's face darken with fury and perhaps the first bit of fear.
The red-furred werewolf thrusting stops and she can feel his hot seed began to bathe her womb as he howls with lusty fulfillment... a howl that quickly sharpens into a panicked wail. Despite a mouthful of cock, Celise manages a triumphal cry as she feels not only the lycanthrope's seed filling her, but his life-force pouring into her as well.
The werewolf knot-deep in her cunt begins to yelp and bites at her back, suddenly frightened. It tries to withdraw, but her clenching pussy holds him fast as she drains his life-force. Orgasmic white fire courses through her body and all her weariness flees. Celise feels refreshed and renewed as she uses his life energy to heal her body. Wounds heal cleanly in seconds, and scars of the last few days are swept away, leaving her dusky skin whole and healthy.
Then the cock in her mouth stiffens and feeds her a bitter tasting flood of wolfish semen and she drinks it eagerly, sucking him dry of his seed and his life-force.
The first to assault her falls away, a dry husk of faded red fur. Instantly, another lust-fueled beast takes his place, uncaring of his predecessor's fate. The cock in her mouth dwindles in size and slips from her lips as another lifeless werewolf falls away. Celise howls with the burning pleasure of her now almost continuous orgasm. Eldritch power courses through her, internally healing her battered womb and pussy.
All around her, the lust-ridden lycanthropes jostle and snap at each other to their chance as her scent fills the air -- her very pleasure fueled-cries act as an aphrodisiac. Celise newest lover's lupine knot forces its way into her sodden, cunt. Wolven creatures battle to reach her. Another long cock worms its way between her ass cheeks and Celise cries with pain and pleasure as it assaults her puckered ring and drives deep into her asshole. Canine cocks slap at her face, each seeking relief and she licks and sucks, losing one as she jostled about only to find another thrusting forward to enjoy her hungry tongue.
Furry, whiskery muzzles snap at her flesh, as the lycanthropes swarm over and around Celise. She is hoisted onto an ever changing, writhing bed of fur and teeth and cocks and tongues. The werewolves are totally oblivious to her spell drawing forth their life essences even as they feed her their seed. Her scent, overpowering and undeniable spurs them on one after the other. As she claims the semen and life energy of one, another fights ferociously to take its place.
With each load of sperm and life-force that the Whore Queen claims, the energies within her multiply, escalating with a storm of pure, carnal ecstasy. Her orgasms have no ending now -- they are a raging storm sweeping her towards complete and utter sexual pleasure. The long, knotted cocks of the wolfmen no longer harm her. The arcane power coursing through her veins seems to instantly heal all wounds. All the lupine penises are now are a source of exquisite pleasure as they plunge into her sweet, molten depths. As each werewolf reaches climax, their semen and energy feed her, making her flesh ripple and burn with seemingly unlimited power.
While Celise is consumed with ecstatic, sexual joy, she is also aware of everything around here. She can hear the frightened cries of Nesharina, knowing what she is doing. She can hear the tense barking of orders by Kallas to the guards to shoot the Queen of Agosta. Archers rain arrows down into the pit, slaying a few werewolves howling out in dismay at being denied their moment of mating with the human female in their midst. Any arrows that come near the Queen are deflected by the sheer force of ever growing eldritch power now pulsating in and around her.
Nesharina attempts an offensive spell or two, but her talents lie in necromancy and what Celise is doing is far beyond her reach. In the throes of intense orgasmic fury, Celise raises her head and looks at Nesharina, werewolf semen dripping from her lips and chin and laughs at the Nedalian witch's paltry efforts. Celise's laughter lengthens and transforms into screams of pleasure as she is swarmed again rabidly lusting monsters, burying her with an onslaught of slavering muzzles and red cocks. Only her moans of pleasure indicate she is alive underneath the mound of hairy, furred passion.
Celise loses count of the cocks that have taken a turn inside her -- of the loads of tart werewolf cum in her belly, feeding her even as their lives feed her power. Eldritch energy manifests as purplish flames licking along her skin, burning the fur of the fuck-maddened beasts that continue to plunge their cocks into the Queen's clasping, wet cum-filled cunt and asshole and hungry mouth.
Between the almost divine orgasmic pleasure and the intensity of the arcane power building inside her -- Celise feels almost suspended beyond reality. Time and space seemingly fold back in on themselves -- wrapped in sublime ecstasy. Memories of things past and of things perhaps to come whip around the Queen and she snatches at one especially precious to her...
Celise is arching her back as she squats, gloriously impaled on her son's mammoth cock. The muscles of her legs burn with the exertion of plunging up and down Jonos's lengthy and thick shaft. She is biting her lower lip, face screwed up in intense pleasure as she slowly slides down her son and King's cock until she is grinding her furry mound against his wiry pubic hairs, quivering with the sinfully sweet sensation of the head of his cock pressing against the entrance to her womb.
Celise's fingers drag across her son's muscled chest, as her sweat-drenched body shivers with orgasmic delight. Jonos grins evilly and with a subtle thrust of his hips, makes his mother groan louder as he pushes himself more fully within her and then snarls, "A gift for my queen!" He grunts again, a noise of satisfaction as he relinquishes control and begins to cum. His steaming seed gushes forth to fill his mother's womb.
"Oh yesssss," moans Queen Celise. "The King's Gift -- OHHHHHHHhhhh, indeed, my beloved.," the Whore Queen moans as she squirms and quivers, suspended on the king's erect penis. She revels in the perfection that is mother and son making love in their royal bedchambers. In all her fifty some years, there has been nothing in her experience that equals spreading her legs wide for her son, and having his mighty cock claim her as his again and again.
His hands come up and palm her heavy breasts, strong fingers squeezing her soft flesh. He levers himself up to a sitting position, burrowing his cock a little deeper into the womb of his birth. He tongues one of Celise's ruby-sized nipples, biting it a little less than gently before releasing it. Then his mouth hungrily finds his mother's and their tongues greet and play with great delight.
Finally, the King falls back, pulling his mother with him to lie naked on his chest, her cunt still packed with his immense cock. Both pant from their exercise and Celise marvels how powerful Jonos's heart seems to beat underneath her pillowing breasts. When she has the breath to spare, she purrs like a great jungle cat temporarily sated.
He stares at her -- his expression one of interest and concern and she kens the import of his consideration. "You've been considering my plan?" she says in a husky voice, trying to hide her anxiousness to hear his answer.
"Aye, Mother, I have. I do not like it."
Part of the queen is relieved, yet she presses on, knowing the correct path to take. "Son... my lord, you know we must do it. I must do it. This plan will serve us two-fold. There is a traitor in our midst -- betraying your every battle plan to Kallas. Even though you have driven Kallas off the field of battle despite such betrayals, he now sits with his soldiers at Bloodgate. And even you, my mighty king will destroy your forces attempting to breach those terrible walls."
"Better that than see you killed, Mother," Jonos replies. "Where would I find such a prized whore as you to sit aside me on the throne?" There is beneath his sarcastic answer a tone that reveals much of his true feelings for his mother -- a tone that causes her cunt muscles to tighten around his shaft and her heart to nearly burst for the love she has for her son and husband.
"I will not die, my love," says Celise reassuringly. "We know that the traitor is one of three in your High Council. We inform each of them that I go to Elysiis to ask my father for aid. You confide to each possible traitor a different route I plan to take. Whichever one betrays us -- we shall have our proof!"
Celise smiles and kisses her son before continuing. "Kallas would never kill me outright. He will have me brought to Bloodgate via the ancient mountain passes that few know. You will track me. Inside Bloodgate, Nesharina will want to play with me like a bitch cat toying with a mouse, and then Kallas will throw me to his insane weres. Gods know I heard your father tell me the stories of Kallas's favorite game enough times."
Jonos scowls, his face darker than its usual brooding self. "I don't like it, Mother. Are you sure this spell... it will work on werewolves?"
Celise sits up, rocking herself gently upon his thick shaft, her nipples swelling more with each tiny movement. With more confidence than she truly feels, she says "I am a daughter of the Order of Isisiris -- it is a terrible and deadly spell, one that can be cast once in lifetime. And I promise you, son, it will work on werewolves or anything else that is unlucky enough to be tempted to sample the love of your Whore Queen."
Jonos grins and reaches up to fill his hands full of his mother's black mane, then tugging on it, rolls them over, his cock never moving from deep in Celise's cunt. She moans as he flexes his hips, her legs rising to wrap around his hard buttocks.
"Yes -- my Whore Queen. Never forget you belong to me, Mother -- no matter who or what you spread your legs for!" He thrusts forward hard, making Celise groan! "Never forget, Mother. You... are... mine!" He punctuates each hard thrust with the words, over and over again, "You... are... mine!"
Celise's eyes go blank with pure carnal delight, and between savoring each sweet thrust of her son's cock, she sobs back, "I am yours, son! I am forever yours!"
The Whore Queen stands alone in the pit, all that remains of the wolfish pack are three dozen withered sacks of fur and bone. Celise is wreathed in eldritch flame, naked and glorious. Her expression is both of great satiation and of hunger. The fell spell has ran its course, leaving behind only the life energies of those she has consumed.
Her naked body radiates passion and power, streaked with rivulets, strands, and globs of werewolf semen. Her eyes glow as she stands tall and her large breasts heave, with jewel-sized nipples swollen like great berries. Her belly has a slight bulge from her repast of semen, and it only increases her beauty. Her legs stand wide spread, labia swollen and open, exposing her glistening pink meat oozing with the cum of untold numbers of wolfish monsters. Her hair is wild and unruly, falling about her like a cloak, gleaming with health. Celise takes a deep breath and then lets it out in a sigh that expresses something beyond satisfaction.
Above her the din of battle grows. Distant thundering announces continued assaults on the massive iron doors of Bloodgate. With a flicker of thought Celise rises into the air -- the few remaining troops still attempting to strike her with crossbow bolts, incinerated with a mere glance of her fiery eyes.
Swiftly, the Queen of Agosta glides through corridors until she emerges onto the wide span of the tall stone bridge she crossed what seemed mere minutes ago.
Beyond the courtyard, her son's army is arrayed, siege engines and battering rams deployed against the granite buttresses of Bloodgate. Celise yearns for a sign of her husband and son, her beloved liege -- but does not see him. But her heart, enhanced by the great energies within her, tell her that he is near.
Laughing, Celise gathers some of the eldritch power within her, shaping it with careful arcane nuances and then with a triumphant laugh unleashes it. Great purplish bolts of power from her hands flying both north and south, growing as it travels, taking form into the shape of the great elephants of her homeland. One hurtles into the great iron doors of Bloodgate's entrance and with a concussion that knocks all men down for yards about, and reduces the barriers into shards of shattered iron. A few seconds later, another thunderous concussion echoes through the ancient fortress as her second elephantine bolt shatters the mountain side gate.
All fighting ceases for long seconds. The only noise is Queen Celise's lust-ridden arcane-powered laughter. Then with a triumphant roar, her son's army surges forward through the gates, led by General Nasser, his one remaining eye gleaming with blood lust.
Kallas appears from one side of the courtyard, several hundred werewolves behind him. Kallas unleashes them and to fall upon the advancing soldiers of her son. Like scythes in a wheat field, the lycanthropes slash and hack their way through the ranks of the Agostan army. Kallas rallies his human soldiers and throws them into the fray, committing all to the attack. From the opposite side of the courtyard, Nesharina appears, directing dozens of fully armored zombies, to join the attack.
With a snarl, Celise descends from the great stone span, announcing her presence with great sheets of arcane flame. She incinerates rows of undead, leaving them to stumble about until they collapse in smoldering piles.
Celise hears chanting in a fell language and sees Nesharina performing a ritual from a tattered and ancient scroll. Her accompanying gestures betray the beginnings of a death curse. Celise lands softly in the courtyard, perhaps twenty yards from the Nedalian witch. Shaking her head in bemusement, she strides towards the pale woman.
Nesharina completes the ritual before Celise closes the distance, and the scroll in her hand disintegrates in a burst of dark power. The curse, born of arcane runes written in a dead man's blood, hurtles at the Queen of Agosta, screaming out the doom it carries amidst a black mass of tentacles. The dark mass dashes against the eldritch energies that radiate around Celise and the black tentactles fall to tatters and dissipate like smoke.
Nesharina staggers back a few steps, aghast at the utter failure of her spell.
Celise calls out, "You witches of Nedal never understood dabbling in death, and wasting men's lives to create your curses of death." Her voice rises and Nesharina trembles under its weight. "While you play with death, I have fed on life -- not a single paltry one, but more lives than I can count. DEATH IS NOTHING, WITCH! LIFE IS POWER! PLEASURE IS POWER!"
Celise reaches the witch and takes her in her arms, her strength overwhelming Nesharina, pinning her arms at her sides as she presses her lips against the Nedalian's. Nesharina moans in protest, but yields as Celise thrusts her tongue into her mouth. Terrible power envelopes them both and Celise takes them into the air, now wrapping her legs around Nesharina as well.
Immersed in such great power, Nesharina's leather armor disentigrates like sugar treats caught in the rain. Celise grinds her pelvis against the pale woman's mound. The Nedalian moans both in fear and unexpected pleasure as her vulva grinds against Celise's, becoming moister and slicker with every movement, and her nipples harden against the Queen's large, soft breasts.
Nesharina's body begins to burn with desire as she whimpers and swirls her tongue with that of the Queen's. Each grinding touch of Celise's cunt lips against her own is torturous ecstasy and her hips thrust, wanting more of that searing hot cunt meshing with her own aroused pussy.
Below them, Kallas watches in horror as his wife ascends into the air with Celise. His lycanthrope troops take the Agostan army to the brink of collapse and then from the rear entrance of the courtyard comes a great roar. The forces of Jonos and dozens of Mountain Giants emerge from the tunnels. At their stead strides Garlchrissh, his tunic covered with blood and his axe dripping with ichor. Kallas sneers, thinking victory is one step closer
The great Jarl of the Mountain Giants roars, "For King Jonos and Agosta! Death to the pretender!" and the giants charge the werewolves.
Kallas staggers back while giant and lycanthrope crash together in bloody slaughter. General Nasser reforms his lines and presses the attack, trying to work closer and closer to Kallas. The King of Bloodgate works his way up a flight of steps, then another, reaching a battlement where he and his personal guard, all now transformed into raging werewolves can more easily defend themselves.
Above it all, Celise coos with dark pleasure as her swollen labia grinds against Nesharina's flowered and dripping cunt as the two arch their backs and grind their crotches against each another. Nesharina is moaning helplessly and squeezing the queens heavy breasts as Celise pulls the Nedalian;s hips against her. Slowly Nesharina works towards the orgasm of a lifetime, not completely understanding how or why her body is responding so to a woman she has dreamed countless times of killing. She simply knows that she wants... needs more of the Whore Queen. She humps against Celise, wanting climax and getting so close.
"KALLAS!" comes a mighty bellow and from a side tunnel.
Pushing back several of Kallas's soldiers, emerges King Jonos, his mightily muscled body covered in blood. A savage grin on his face as he swings Vanquisher about, laying waste to all brave or foolish enough to give him battle. Jonos eschews heavy armor, content only with a breast plate and his customary kilt. He quickly glances around, assessing the situation here in the vast courtyard, nodding with satisfaction as the Iron Giants slowly corral the werewolves, winnowing down their numbers with each sweep of their brutal axes.
Jonos catches sight of his mother, a hapless and now naked Nesharina in her embrace, a sneer of utter carnal delight on her face. He laughs -- a quick and harsh bark and yells above the din, "GODS, MOTHER! IS THERE NOTHING ON THIS WORLD YOU WOULDN'T FUCK?" He reluctantly tears his gaze away from his Queen, hiding all sense of relief at her apparent well-being and scans the field again for his uncle. Moments later that he spies Kallas surrounding by his werewolf guards, looking aghast at the turn of events.
"COME, KALLAS, LET US SETTLE THIS THING ONCE AND FOR ALL. BE BRAVE SO YOU MAY TELL MY FATHER YOU DIED FIGHTING LIKE A MAN!" Jonos begins fighting his way through the mass of soldiers warring in the courtyard, all giving way before the frightful specter of the warrior king. Blood oozes from his mighty frame from many a sword's slash and he is covered in the blood of dozens he has sent to the Gods.
Upon hearing her son's voice, Celise is nearly overwhelmed with orgasm from the sweetest sound she knows, her cunt pulsing madly as he calls out to her. She senses Nesharina approaching orgasm and is pleased, wanting to be done with the Nedalian bitch.
Nesharina is caught up in ecstasy unlike any she has never known, Celise's passion fueled by eldritch energies burn within her and she yearns to reach the pinnacle of pleasure. She begins to gasp, whimpering happily as she grinds her cunt against her foe's pussy. The ecstatic glory of the eldritch energies courses through Celise's body into Nesharina and back again.
Celise senses the moment of climax has arrived. Her expression betrays how much she is relishing the moment as she whispers, "I deny you, Witch Princess of Nedal, the greatest pleasure you would ever hope to know. Die knowing it will never be yours." As the last word escapes her lips, Celise releases Nesharina from her grasp.
Nesharina jerks in shock and dismay, the anguish of suddenly being cut off from all that delicious pleasure etched on her face. She tumbles backwards and falls, screaming as her naked body twists in the air. A moment later there is a sick crunch of meat and bone as Nesharina crashes on the stone courtyard far below.
Celise flies toward Jonos, who is now climbing the rampart where Kallas cowers behind his lycanthropes. Her pussy aches for her son, as she admires his gore-drenched body, and mighty thewed thighs as he propels himself ever upwards. He pauses to glance back at the source of Nesharina's screams and upon seeing her lifeless body below, spares a moment to grin at his wife and mother who grins back, both caught up in the bloodlust of battle. Then he resumes his climb.
Reaching the battlement, Vanquisher slashesg through the air. The King's sword commits deeds worthy of songs yet to be sung eons from the moment. Werewolf after werewolf falls to his rage. A small contingent of lycanthropes breaks free from the encircling giants and charges up the steps to rescue their would-be king. Celise is there, a storm of flame swirling around her, that she unleashes, incinerating the ascending werewolves in a moment of hellish fury.
With one final swing of his sword, Jonos liberates the head of Kallas's last defender, sending the hairy head bouncing past Kallas to fall into the courtyard far below. Sweat and blood cover Jonos's face, making him squint and scowl as he stalks across the battlement toward his uncle.
Kallas cowers against the stone wall, his sword dangling from a panicked hand. Untouched by battle, whole and healthy, he edges away from the bloody warrior slowly approaching him. Sunlight glints off gore-streaked Vanquisher, blinking like a semaphore foretelling impending doom. Once a man familiar with battle, he is unnerved by the giant of a man confronting him.
Kallas stammers, "Jonos...nephew," all his vain bluster and bravado evaporated.
"Come Kallas, raise your sword and die like a man," Jonos growls. "Do not debase yourself, begging for mercy."
Suddenly a hush falls across the field of battle as all turn and crane their heads upwards to see the moment when the matter of the crown of Agosta is to be settled. Only the few remaining werewolves attempt to fight on and they are quickly crushed by the giants who gleefully stamp their lives out.
Kallas sobs and lets his weapon fall to the ground with a metallic clang that echoes throughout the fortress. He spreads his shaking hands wide and says in a small voice. "No, I will not fight you, nephew. We are kin and I would shed not your blood. I beg forgiveness, my King and beseech you, show mercy to your uncle." His eyes flicker past Jonos to Celise who alights behind her son as light as a feather. A familiar hate shines in his eyes a moment for the slayer of his wife. Then he begins to weep and slowly steps towards Jonos, standing silent and impassive.
"Dispose of me as you will, King Jonos. Execute me for treason or exile me and let me live out the remainder of my short years in mourning for my wife." His voice breaks into a sob on his last words as he closes with Jonos. "Please Jonos, show mercy to your uncle."
As his extended arms near his nephew, Kallas suddenly flicks his wrist and with a metallic click, a small wide blade slides from his bracer, dripping with black venom. Kallas slashes at the king, a triumphant smirk on his lips.
Jonos seems frozen, willing to stand and curiously watch his doom come to him. At the very last instant, he leans back so quickly as to be a blur and the poisoned blade misses his throat by no more than a whisker's length. Then his arms are in motion and there is a sickly snapping noise. Kallas screams, his arm hanging at an odd angle with the elbow brutally broken.
"You are a fool, old man," Jonos snarls, sheathing his sword.
King Jonos reaches out with one hand to take hold of Kallas by the hair on his head, and then slams his other hand into his uncle's crotch, fingers contracting. Kallas squeals in terror and pain. Jonos squeezes harder on Kallas's loins and hefts the old man into the air.
"Join your dead wife." With a grunt of effort, the King of Agosta hurls Kallas, the Pretender-King off the rampart.
Kallas's shrill cries of pain and terror follow him down until his head collides with the stone flagons, and bursts like an ripe melon.
Silence falls over the battlefield as the King stands above them all. He pulls his sword from its sheath and raising it high above his head. "I AM JONOS, RIGHTFUL KING OF AGOSTA! BE THERE ANYONE WHO DISPUTES MY CLAIM, LET THEM COME FORTH AND GIVE ME HONORABLE COMBAT!"
Silence follows for some moments, with nobody moving save Queen Celise, now unable to keep away from her lover. She approaches her son, the king and places one hand on his broad back and kisses his blood soaked arm. She presses her naked body against his side, large breasts cradling his forearm and blossomed pussy hunching against his muscled thigh. Her hands move to spread his kilt, unable to stop herself, the need to see and touch her son is overwhelming.
Celise falls to her knees as his kilt opens and moans as she presses her face against his thickly haired groin. Her palm caresses his penis, half-aroused from the heat of battle, sustained now by the touch of his mother's lips, Celise kisses his long shaft, and lifts it so that she can kiss the swelling head, delighting in its velvet firmness. Her tongue slips out to taste his sweat and then she takes him in her mouth and both hands cup his scrotum.
A great roaring cheer suddenly rises up, accompanied by the sound of clattering swords as the last of Kallas's forces surrender, kneeling in acknowledgement of the True King.
King Jonos raises Vanquisher higher in the air and gives a great, wordless roar to those below which is returned many thousand time in the cries of his soldiers. Their cheers and cries are carried to even greater heights as they watch Queen Celise take all of her husband's cock, deep into her experienced throat, guided by the king's free hand, curled in the long, dark tresses of his mother's mane.
As the Whore Queen pleasures the King's cock in front of thousands of his subjects, they begin to cheer, calling his name over and over again -- "JONOS, JONOS, JONOS!"
For long minutes his subjects fill the air with his name while the Queen lovingly and expertly sucks the King's huge penis. Jonos sheaths Vanquisher and uses both hands to caress his mother's hair as she adoringly licks every inch of his vast shaft, reacquainting herself with every bump and vein, losing herself in the touch and taste of her son's erection.
The air around the incestuous couple crackles with energy. Celise is amazed that just kissing and sucking her son's cock can make her so aroused -- even more in the face of all she has experienced in the last few days. None of the pleasure she has enjoyed can compare with the joy and rapture of experiencing her son's penis.
Jonos roars again, announcing the arrival of his orgasm. He floods his mother's mouth with his semen, making her sob with joy at tasting his beloved nectar once again. Before finishing, he jerks her head back with one hand and uses his other hand to pull his wet cock free of her lips. He aims his glistening shaft as it twitches twice more, spurting the last of his cum on her cheek and breasts, all to the cheers of his followers below.
The King's strong arms pulls Celise to her feet and wrapping his arms around her, he crushes his mouth against her sperm-smeared lips. His army crows wildly as the royal couple kiss passionately.
When their lips part, she gasps, "Oh, Jonos, my beloved. I have missed you!"
Jonos grins cruelly and replies, "I know you, Mother. This is what you missed!" He thrusts his hips against her several times. His cock, still hard and dripping cum and saliva, saws back and forth between her thighs.
Eldritch power flashes in Celise's eyes and the wind stirs around them as she groans, "Oh Gods, yes, my son." She hunches against him, her thick swollen labia spread and rub up and down his stiff cock trapped between her thighs. "I missed my son's cock... the King's cock. I want my King's cock in me, fucking me. Make me scream... make us a child... an heir to the throne! Please, Jonos!"
He smiles, understanding of his mother's sluttish ways etched on his face. With both hands clasping her waist, he lifts Celise up from the ground. Acting on instinct, the Whore Queen wraps her legs around the King's hips and uses one hand between them to position his cock at her entrance. She lets out a cry of happiness as her son lowers her onto him, pushing his hot pole into her molten sheath until her mound mashes against his pelvis. Celise almost passes out from the intensity of being filled with such an immense amount of cock flesh.
She screams, "FUCK ME, MY SON AND KING!"
With savage glee Jonos does just that, his hands cupping her ass cheeks, he works her up and down his cock like a hapless rag doll. Her feet curl, clutching at the back of his hips like she is riding a horse bareback. She pushes her heavy breasts against her son's chest and drapes her arms over his shoulders.
The King's subjects below clap and cheer loudly, happily, enthusiastically and enviously -- enjoying the carnal display between the royal mother and son.
King Jonos of Agosta fucks his Queen hard, thrusting his cock into her again and again. Celise clutches her son's neck and she arches her back, breasts bouncing and dancing as she is plunged up and down, happily and helplessly speared on his cock. Jonos licks his lips and ducks his head to lick at Celise's swollen nipples, making his mother weep as he gives her such incestuous pleasure she thinks her heart might burst.
The energies within pulse with her heartbeat, magnifying every erotic sensation in her body. Dark, purplish flames spread out from her to envelope them both. Jonos grunts in surprise as he feels every nerve in his body become more sensitive. He realizes this is her magic at work and does not slacken the pace with which he is fucking his mother. Eldritch flames lick up and down them both, Celise directing the energy to flow over her son, healing his wounds and restoring him to full health and increasing his vigor and appetites.
As an awed crowd watches, mother and son, King and Queen, husband and wife, fucking madly. Celise's body bounces wildly as her son stands with feet spread and moves her up and down his cunt-juice covered cock. The flames of energy that dance around them contract, disappearing within them, centered at their union, pussy and cock, flooding every cell of their genitals with arcane power, increasing the incestuous pleasure mother and son share.
Celise's orgasm washes over her, making her sob and groan and quiver in her son's embrace, the ecstatic joy growing ever greater with each passing moment. Jonos's strong hands hold her as her hips relax and open her wider, allowing him to sink the swollen tip of his cock into her womb. With a snarl, his hips jerk and his shaft begins to spit his seed deep into her soft sensitive flesh.
Celise feels the first burst of hot, steaming semen -- the precious seed of her beloved son, bath her womb. A second orgasm explodes as never before, ripping from her such a soul-rending scream of pure, incestuous ecstasy as to shock into silence the awed crowd below as her back arches and her legs clamp against Jonos, straining to open herself to more of her son's cock, and avail herself to the King's virile seed.
And so it came to pass, that many an Agostan veteran in the latter years of their life would hoist a mug and proudly claim, "I was there and bore witness to the day our good prince was conceived."
Jonos slouches insolently on the throne in the great hall of Bloodgate. Though weary, he wishes to finish dispensing justice and carrying out the duties of the King of Agosta before retiring to a well earned bed with his bride. His mother, Celise, Whore Queen of Agosta eschews the throne chair next to his, preferring as she most often does, to recline between her son's thighs, her face moving to nuzzle his cock in its nest of dark hair whenever the mood strikes. Celise remains naked, very comfortable in the unclothed state she has been in for the last several days.
Between audiences, she learns of Jonos tracking her through the mountains. The last of her escort, the young soldier named Quint, survived to find the King and informing him of her situation. The King calls Quint forth to be Knighted.
Jonos nudges Celise and whispers. The Queen removes her hands from the King's shaft and lets his kilt fall back into place. She rises to stand naked before the court and descends the few steps of the dias, her heavy breasts swaying. When she reaches the bottom of the steps she kneels before Quint and places her hands on his thighs. Jonos rises and unsheaths Vanquisher as he descends the steps.
The King bestows Quint the title of Knight, and taps the King's sword on each of the soldier's shoulders. The Queen opens Quint's breeches, to his surprise and merriment, and withdraws his penis, stroking it lovingly. Then King Jonos grants Sir Quint with land, and heaps lavish praise upon him, while Celise kneels at his feet and sucks his cock. King Jonos turns and ascends the steps to sit in the throne and watch his mother, the Whore Queen, bestow an award of her own. In later years, Sir Quint, who will be a great hero in his own right, will be hard pressed to say which honor meant the most to him -- his land and titles or the privilege of cumming in the mouth of Queen Celise in front of the King and court.
Afterwards, Jonos tells her of encountering the Mountain Giants in the Iron Shard -- of Jarl Garlchrissh bravely recounting the kidnapping of the Queen. Having been escorted into the court, the great giant kneels before the King and Queen. He speaks ashamedly of working for and being dishonored by Kallas. And Garlchrissh speaks admiringly of the King's mother. He offers his own neck as atonement for his peoples' misdeeds. King Jonos refuses and offers a better way to atone. The Jarl Garlcrissh agrees to call forth over a hundred of his giant kindred to go to war and redeem themselves against the dishonor that Kallas inflicted upon them.
After the giant has retreated to the back of the room, Jonos remarks, "I swear to the Gods, Mother. I could see that creature's cock grow as he talked of the honorable Whore Queen." Jonos grins, "Mother, is there anything that walks, crawls, swims, slithers or flies that you will not happily spread your legs for?"
Queen Celise smiles up at her son and husband, and lifts her tongue from his semi-erect cock to reply, "I don't know, my lord, but I look forward to finding out... if it should please the King for me to do so?" Mayhap it did, as her teasing tongue again brought his thick penis to erection, providing the Queen with a pleasant diversion as her son continues to hold court.
The surviving remnants of Kallas's army are brought forth, all whom throw themselves on the King's mercy. All appear awed at the sheer force that is their true liege, and distracted as Queen Celise kneels naked between the King's thighs and swallows her son's large cock, eyes glazed with carnal contentment. King Jonos commands all Kallas's rank and file to swear fealty, abandon their arms and return to their towns and farms, their pardons contingent upon good behavior. The officers of the armies of Agosta who broke faith and allied with Kallas are also shown the King's mercy -- a quick execution and their heads adorning the walls of Bloodgate.
No lycanthrope is spared, and Jonos decrees that the word be spread across Agosta that a warrant of death will be on the head of any who shelter or aid any Nedalian. When the disposition of the corpses of Kallas and Nesharina arise, Jonos is quick to command, "Wrap up their remains in a burlap bag and bear them to the Nedalian border to be offered up to the Priest-King as a token of the esteem in which the King of Agosta holds him and his people."
General Nasser grunts and in an amused tone answers, "My liege, as you command. But do you not think that you might give offense to the Nedalian?"
Celise lets her son's cock slip from her lips. Semen and saliva dribble from the tip to splatter her breasts. She holds her chin up, speaking with a mouthful of cum, "Nay, General..." She swallows and continues, "My husband seeks to pick a fight with the Priest-King Nergillian. Nedal might plan to war with us, but it will be Agosta that chooses when that war shall begin!"
Nasser grins toothily at that, his one eye gleaming with fire at the prospect of ending the Nedalian threat once and for all. King Jonos nods and his general bows, "As you command, sire."
The King then commands that the Patriarch of the Church attend him. Many minutes pass before the old man strides in, accompanied by the King's Captain of the Guard, the dour Captain Tollene.
Jonos grumbles in a tone of foul humor, "Good priest, I had nearly given up hope of you making an audience with your King. You were busy offering up prayers of thanks to the Gods for our victory, no doubt?"
The Patriarch's lips curl almost into a sneer before he masters himself and replies, "My apologies... my lord. I presumed you were busy with matters of the kingdom."
"And so I am, Patriarch Donat. In fact, a matter of security has arisen. One in which I seek your counsel."
The old man nods, his expression of near disdain transforming into one of smugness. "As you wish. May my paltry wisdom suffice to be of service."
Jonos grins and replies, "I am sure of it. Now, as you know, upon the commencement of war with my uncle, my armies engaged his forces three times. And each time it seemed as if he had anticipated our battle plans."
"The Gods be praised that we were able to still drive his men from the field each time," says the Patriarch.
Jonos snorts contemptuously and answers, "The Gods... and General Nasser be praised. It was his skill that saved the day each time. Despite victory, it quickly became obvious that a traitor must be amongst the King's advisors."
Patriarch Donat nods, shifting his feet now, his eyes suddenly avoiding the King's icy stare. The priest's gaze falls on Celise calmly sucking her son's semi-hard cock, milking it clean of his last ejaculation. "As you say, M'lord. I am a man of the Divine. Such secular matters are outside my domain."
The King's voice is heavy with sarcasm, "You are such a devoted man to be sure. You'll be delighted to hear that I narrowed the suspects and set a trap to identify the traitor."
The head of the Agostan faith begins to turn pale and stutters, "I-Indeed, King Jonos?"
Jonos continues, "Only three amongst my advisors were informed that the Queen was dispatched to seek support from her father in Elysiis. Each man was told in confidence, the route that she would travel." The king rises from the throne, forcing Celise to surrender his cock from her lips. "Three different routes. Now tell me, Patriarch... how was it that Kallas knew the correct route, and took the Queen captive?"
The old man steps back, awed in the face of the anger of the King. He opens his mouth to speak, then abruptly turns and attempts to flee, only to realize that he is ringed in by several of the King's guard with Captain Tollene and General Nasser barring his way with hands gripping the hilts of their swords.
The Patriarch spins and shakes his fist at King Jonos. "You have no right to accuse me. I am the Temple and not bound to your word. You are an usurper who lies with your whore of a mother in unholy fornication."
Celise grins, "Why, Patriarch Donat, you say that like it is a terrible thing," She wraps her arms around her son's thick thigh.
King Jonos thunders, "YOU are guilty of treason against your King and Agosta!" He pulls Vanquisher from its scabbard. "I only regret that I cannot make your death truly worthy of all who have suffered from your black deeds."
Celise interrupts, "My lord. In the days I spent with the giants, I heard them speak of how they deal with traitors of their clan. Perhaps...?" The Whore Queen smiles up at her husband.
Her grin seems so evil that the Patriarch moans in fear.
Jonos raises an eyebrow in surprise and looks for the Jarl of the Iron Giants, finding him standing with several of his kin in a dim corner. "Indeed? Garlchrissh, come forth. I would hear of this punishment."
Garlchrissh moves forward and kneels before the King. He grins at Celise and says, "King Jonos, we have in the Iron Shards, a small pest we call Fire Scorpions. They are tiny creatures with a sting that would make the stoutest giant cry. We stake traitors out next to a nest of the vermin."
Jonos grins broadly and concludes, "And they sting the bastard to death?"
The giant shakes his head and with a harsh grin replies, "Nay, good King. Many Fire Scorpions enter through any available orifice and go hither to lay eggs... dozens of them. When the young hatch, they feed off the... as you call it, bastard! Their death is long and painful in arriving though they pray for its quick arrival with all their hearts."
Jonos gapes at the giant and then throws his head back to roar with laughter. "By the Gods, so be it! Garlchrissh, the Patriarch's deeds played a role in your dishonor. I give him to your people to see to the traitor's punishment!"
Garlchrissh nods and stands, motioning to his giants. Two of them quickly take the now screaming Patriarch away. The leader of the Iron Giants begins to withdraw, but hesitates and again bows to Jonos and says, "Your majesty, I would seek two boons from you to wipe clean all stain of dishonor from my kinsman and myself."
King Jonos nods as he retakes the throne. He reaches out and pulls his mother up to sit in his lap. He seats her so she is facing the court, as his hot cock rises to press against the cool flesh of her ass. Celise immediately spreads her legs and reaches down with both hands, lifting her son's shaft to rub against her slick labia. She begins slowly rolling her hips in a lascivious manner, smearing the base of his shaft with her juices.
Jonos asks, "What boons do you seek?"
Garlchrissh drops to one knee and says, "I would ask for the honor of I and my Mountain Giants to become the Whore Queen's personal guard, so that her life is never again threatened by treachery. We will serve her unto death itself."
Celise, already shivering in anticipation of Jonos's long, hard cock being buried inside her, perceives all the implications of a contingent of giants being her personal escort. She gives a lust-filled moan and squeezes her large breasts together between her arms. The Queen's pussy pulses and a fresh flood of cunt cream smears her son's groin. Her labia spread wide, trying to wrap around the thick shaft of the King's erect penis.
Jonos grunts and then laughs in amusement, replying, "Your offer arouses the hunger of my mother's insatiable cunt. Your boon is granted. Form the Queen's Guard. My wife and mother's safety, I place in your capable hands."
The King grasps Celise by the waist and slowly pushes her up. Celise crouches forward and looks down between her hanging breasts to position the King's cock at her wet and dripping cunt. As he pulls her back onto his erection, a joyful moan escapes the Whore Queen's open mouth as she is impaled on his thick length. Jonos groans as his mother sits back in his lap with her son's cock completely inside her.
Jonos asks. "You asked for two boons, Garlchrissh. Pray tell, what is the second?"
Garlchrissh licks his lips hungrily at the sight of King Jonos so brazenly fucking his mother in front of the gathered audience. It takes him several seconds to gather his thoughts. "My king, while carrying out the commands of the dishonorable Kallas, my men and I slew many good men and carried off the remainder of the Queen's Escort to slavery in Nedal. I seek your leave and terms to pay wergild to the families of those we wronged."
The King nods thoughtfully, considering the request of the Mountain Giant while he works his mother's hips back and forth on his cock. The Queen is helpless as a rag doll, her legs spread wide and hanging over his thighs. Her hands are braced on her son's knees as her breasts swing between her stiff arms. Her nipples harden to jewel-sized nubs, and Celise closes her eyes, scrunching up her face in utter pleasure at the incestuous fucking.
"Giant... Wergild you shall pay for those you have killed. But I have other penalties in mind for the Queen's men that were sold into slavery." He grins lewdly as he fucks his mother, savoring the exquisite feel of her hot, sopping wet pussy as he adds, "You and yours will go with me to Nedal... And we shall bring our men back!"
Every man, soldier and giant in the throne room raise their voices in a guttural cheer, drowning out the moans of the Whore Queen's orgasm. She moans in incestuous climax as her hips quiver helplessly on her son's cock. She revels in the energy coursing through her son's body, making his cock throb and his heart pound, aroused by the future prospect of battle and the current motherly ministrations of his Whore Queen.
So ends the telling of this tale.
There are many more stories of great adventure and heroic deeds worthy of Gods. And that is as it should be.
Jonos the Conqueror, and Celise the Whore Queen, son and mother, lived and loved in such a way as to shame the Gods. Go now to your beds and pull your loved ones close, and make love worthy of the Conqueror and the Whore Queen.
Gather soon again by my fire. Bring good drink and good food and I will tell you more of the age of Heroes!
The End
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