Tales of Dylak-Leem - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 - Getaway

​It was spitting rain, but just scattered drops. Certainly not enough to put out the fires now raging in the farmhouse and barn. Greasy black smoke billowed up into the overcast sky as Flann Nightsteel crossed her arms over her ample breasts and watched in satisfaction.

After doing the job, she and her little band of helpers had ridden hard for the eastern border of Darharrow, trying to get a good lead on their pursuers. The dwarven killer had managed to motivate the orcish raiders to travel as fast as was possible with a pair of captives, and she was satisfied with their progress. She had told the orcs that they had gotten enough of a lead, and they could slow down and have some fun. So they'd been stopping at farmsteads in this valley.

Flann had been lying. She was sure that enraged Darharrow cavalry were pressing after them at a forced march, frantic to avenge their murdered king and recover his queen and princess. She was also sure that they would ignore legalities and cross the border if they had a clear trail. It was possible, though, that the cavalry would lose the scent and begin combing the area with many trackers and scouts to reacquire it. That could prove to be trouble, so she was leaving them a nice obvious trail of ruined farms and pillars of smoke to follow.

There was a piercing scream and the sound of tearing cloth from the dooryard. A plump dairymaid had been flushed from her hiding place in the barn by the fire, and three orcs had ahold of her. Flann watched as they tore the plain wool dress off her struggling body, whooping and bellowing, and bent her backwards over a hay bale. The girl's shrieks spiked as the biggest of the three, with no attempt at foreplay, whipped his oversized penis out of his loincloth, pulled her kicking legs open, and took her hard and vigorously. The screams turned into wails until another orc stuffed his own green-brown rod between her lips, turning her cries into muffled moans. Lines formed behind each end of the haybale as the girl bounced and writhed atop it, breasts jiggling and quivering.

A farmhand was dragged into the yard by two orcish women, too terrified to speak. They threw him to the ground, and one put her hands in his pants. The other took off her kilt, straddled his head with her naked thighs, and pushed her hairy labia into his nose and face. He struggled too, earning him slaps and the occasional punch. When the one orc thought she had gotten him erect enough, she mounted him, and began to ride him with vigor, causing his body to buck with each hip movement. He cried out in pain, the sound muffled by the orcish cunt over his mouth.

Flann ran her fingers through her clipped red hair, then turned to regard her two captives. They were both dressed in fine gowns intended for court, now mud-spattered and tattered at the hems. One was a woman in her late thirties, black-haired, whose low-cut blue dress showed off a generous cleavage. The other was her daughter, not quite twenty, somewhat flatchested under her gold and white gown but sporting a long length of beautiful golden hair. Both of them were staring in horrified fascination at the spectacle before them.

Hmm. Flann mentally corrected herself. The older one, Queen Olivia, was mostly just horrified. Princess Sophia, on the other hand, was practically taking notes. Flann was willing to bet the girl had never seen a sex act before, possibly not even a male member. She was getting an eyeful now.

With a bellow, the first orc came, nearly tearing the dairymaid's legs from their sockets as he flooded her with seed. Grunting contentedly, he tugged his dripping member free of the ravaged hole and made room for the next orc, who rammed inside and threw his weight down on the girl.

Queen Olivia turned to Flann. "Can't you stop them?"

"Now? Maybe," Flann said. "Orcs are shit for discipline. But I'm not going to. Let them have their fun."

The queen's lips clenched. "You have no decency, do you?"

"None at all," Flann agreed. "I am a complete, immoral, sociopathic bastard. Please remember that fact and don't cause me any problems."

"Why should I, when you're just going to kill us?" Olivia said bitterly.

"I'm probably not going to kill you if you do as I say," Flann said lazily. "I get paid to kill people. Your husband, for example. I don't work for free. I'll happily end you if you get in my way or don't do what I want, but I don't just kill people for no reason. Bad for business, gives you a reputation as someone you can't do a deal with."

"Then let my daughter go," the queen said desperately. "Go ahead and take me to the border as a hostage, then kill me, just-"

One of the orcs had gotten stuck at the end of the line, and had become bored and frustrated. Noticing the increasingly agitated queen, he loped over, grabbed her shoulders with one hand, and tore her gown open with the other. Olivia's eyes widened with terror as her breasts tumbled free of the cloth, and she screamed. "NO! NO!"

"Let go," Flann snapped. "Not for you!"

The orc ignored the dwarf and began to push the queen to the ground, tearing her gown further as he hooted with lust. One meaty hand grabbed a breast and squeezed, making Olivia cry out as she was roughly fondled. Princess Sophia stared in shock, then glanced wildly around, as if looking for a place to run.

Flann moved so quickly that by the time it registered to anyone, her blades were already sliding back in their scabbards. The orc jerked, fountained blood from wounds in his throat and back, and then fell over dead.

Shaking, Queen Olivia struggled to her feet. With trembling hands, she tried to hold her dress together. The orc had torn it all the way down to the crotch, and Flann could see the top of her curly black pubic hair.

"You. Princess. Don't run," the assassin calmly told Sophia. "You run, you die."

Swallowing, the blonde girl nodded and cast her eyes down.

One of the larger orcs now came up to Flann, clad in dirty mail. "Dwarf! Don't kill my fucking men!"

"We agreed that the prisoners are mine, and not to be touched," Flann said evenly. "I get cranky when people break their agreements. When I get cranky I sometimes kill people."

The orc snorted. "You drag along two prime wenches like them, and expect my boys not to have some fun? You ask too much."

"Well, you won't be troubled with that any more," Flann said. "This is where we part company."

The orc growled. "I thought you were leaving after we crossed the border."

"We have enough of a lead that I don't need your protection any more, and your men are taking too much of an interest in my hostages. As we just saw. It's best if I just take the road to Ergalreik and leave you to go cross-country to the border. You got what you wanted and you're home free. No point in staying."

"Maybe we should just keep these two. They look like a lot of fun." The orc leered at the two, his tongue sliding across his fangs. "I want the older one."

"Maybe I should just kill you right now," Flann said. "These. Two. Are. Mine. Do you understand?"

The two locked eyes for a long handful of seconds. The orc looked away first. "Whatever you say," he muttered.

"That's right," Flann agreed. "Queen Olivia, Princess Sophia, come with me. I want to be over the Ergalreik border by dawn."

The two followed after her with some relief, eager to leave the farmstead behind them. Sophia cast one last look back; the waiting orcs had gotten impatient and were now going three at a time; mouth, anus, and pussy. The dairymaid's eyes had rolled back in their sockets, and her body was covered with orcish cum and drool. Sophia stared for a long second, then cast her eyes down at her own feet and trudged after her mother and Flann.

They went almost half a mile down the road, and then Flann led them off it, taking them on a faint, barely visible track into the hills.

"You're not going to reach Ergalreik before dawn on this thing," Olivia finally said. It was proving difficult to walk long distances while holding her dress shut. "You're not even going in the right direction."

"We're not going to Ergalreik," Flann replied.

"But you said-"

"Your late husband's cavalry are going to run those idiots down sometime in the next day or two. They MIGHT take one of them alive who can speak common. If that happens, I want them to think we're heading for Ergalreik instead of where we're ACTUALLY heading. Which, right now, is up into the hills and then through the Greblanswood. We're going to go to ground for a bit, just long enough to let the pursuit pass us by. Then we'll go on to the place we part company at."

"That's why you needed the orcs." Princess Sophia spoke for the first time. "I didn't understand. You didn't need them to... to kill father. They're just a distraction for your escape."

"Clever girl." Flann chuckled. "That's exactly right. They'll keep burning and raping their way to the border, leaving as pretty a false trail as I could ask for. Killing someone isn't the hard part of this job. Killing people is easy. Getting away, that's the tricky part."

"Why did you kill my husband?" Olivia asked.

"I was paid to. I didn't ask my client's motives. Don't care." Flann shrugged. "Pick up the pace. We have a ways to go, and I don't like how the heavens keep spitting at me."

They trudged on, under a leaden sky, leaving the column of smoke and any faint hope of rescue behind them.

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The track through the hills was steep and clearly not maintained; little more than a goat path. The hills had been lightly populated once, but that had been two hundred years ago, before the Great Mortality that had carried off seventy percent of the Kingdom of Darharrow's population. They had fallen into wilderness and never been resettled. Some past kings had pondered promoting the region's recolonization, but in truth it was a marginal land, and Darharrow was a small kingdom with severely limited resources.

As they passed the crumbling ruins of an ancient watchtower, Queen Olivia dearly wished some of those resources had been spent here. At least then someone might see them and report it. As things were, they were alone out here; just her, Sophia, and the dwarf who had murdered her husband.

She felt a twang of sorrow as she was reminded of his death. Olivia hadn't loved him; their marriage was arranged, political, and done entirely without her input or consent. He had been twenty years older than her, and not overly given to displays of affection. King Grevis had, in fact, been a harsh man who demanded absolute obedience with next to no consideration of her own wants. But that hadn't been intolerable; Olivia knew she was by nature a submissive personality, and she found some bland satisfaction in meeting his desires. And of course she had borne him a child, and had lived with and shared a bed with him for twenty years, more than half her life. One of the bedrock facts of her existence had been stripped away, and now she was uncertain of what would come next even if they lived through the next few days.

The wind whistled through the tower ruins, and Olivia clutched the shreds of her gown tighter around herself. In front of her, her daughter trudged on, expression distant. What was she thinking? Was she consumed by fear? Traumatized by watching the orcs rape those poor farmers and nearly rape her mother? Olivia shuddered as she once again recalled the feel of the orc's pawing hand on her bare breast, squeezing.

She didn't know what Sophia was thinking. She never had. If anything, she thought Sophia was even more submissive than her, which was a good thing because she and Grevis between them decided almost every aspect of her life, right down to her clothing, food, and friends. When Sophia was younger, she had tried a few times to assert herself. Grevis had crushed that with a harshness that made Olivia ache for her daughter. But it seemed to have worked; Sophia did whatever the King and Queen told her without question. For Olivia, used to taking orders, it was a nice change to give them for once, and she took full advantage of it.

She had resigned herself to losing her daughter soon anyway; Grevis had already begun selecting which young man he wanted to rule the next monarch from her bed. He'd dismissed Sophia's ability to do so herself almost from the day she was born. He had probably been right, from all that the queen had seen.

Sophia's eighteenth birthday had just been two weeks ago, and it had been a glittering affair. It had gone well; Sophia had given an acceptable performance. She had been too shy and quiet to really succeed, but given what Grevis and Olivia demanded of her, that was only to be expected. Olivia had enjoyed herself immensely, and when she thought back to it, she felt like her current situation was only a dream, unreal, a fanciful imagining.

Then the cold wind blew again, and she knew that it wasn't.

"Pick up the pace," Flann said behind her. "I want to reach our destination before it gets too dark to see the way."

"We're not dressed for this. Unlike you," Olivia replied. "We're going as fast as we can."

"You've got longer legs than I. They should be eating more ground." Flann chuckled humorlessly. "Trust me, you don't want to be on these hills at night. When the humans left, other things crept in."

Olivia started to ask what, then decided she didn't want to know. Instead she quickened her pace, and laid a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Are you all right, Sophie?"

Princess Sophia jumped at the touch, then glanced back and nodded, face blank. "I'm fine, Mother. Just a little footsore."

"Just a little ways farther. Keep your spirits up."

"Yes, Mother." Sophia turned back to the trail ahead.

The track became steeper and even less clearly defined as they went on. Underbrush snagged at their hems, tearing the bottom of their mud-spattered gowns. The sky grew darker and darker overhead, and several times thunder rumbled in the distance.

Finally they crested a rise and went down into a broad valley. Trees stretched before them; massive, tangled black trees with deep green leaves.

"The Greblanswood," Flann announced. "Not far now. In you go." She moved to the front of the group. "There's no trail from here on out, so you follow me."

"Are there any goblins in there?" Sophia asked nervously. "I've heard stories about goblins."

"Used to be. Haven't been for two hundred years. The plague wiped them out, same as the humans in these hills. A few spots have some pretty nasty hauntings. And there's a pack of krav wolves living in one deep corner. Not where we're heading, though. Safer than the hills."

"So nothing dangerous?" Olivia asked, relieved.

"Nothing dangerous to ME. Forest troll or two. I don't recommend taking a stroll alone." Flann grinned as they passed under the trees, into leafy shadow. "Princess Sophia, you're a clever girl."

Sophia looked at her warily. "What?"

"You knew you didn't stand a chance of making a break for it on the hills. Wide open, no way to lose me. With those lovely long legs of yours you can outrun me in a burst, but I have more sustained stamina. Sooner or later I'd catch up. So you waited for the forest, when you could quickly lose me in the trees."

Sophia's face was as good as an admission. Flann chuckled, and pointed to a distant tree. "See that squirrel?"

They looked. "Yes," Sophia said. "Barely."

With one fluid motion Flann's arm shot out. There was a whirring noise, then a squeak and a thud as the throwing knife pinned the tiny animal to the tree through its brain.

"You are a lot bigger than a squirrel," Flann said flatly. "You don't have to outrun me. You have to outrun my little friends. One way or another, you're going nowhere."

Sophia's head slumped. "Yes."

"Good girl. On we go."

They walked deeper into the forest, Olivia digesting her surprise. She would have bet that Sophia would never have tried to get away save as a spur of the moment flight from terror. Certainly not without her. Maybe her daughter had more initiative than she had credited her with. Or maybe what she had seen had pushed her to where her fear was enough to override her passivity.

The forest was dark, but more lively than the hills. Animals moved in the underbrush, branches creaked in the wind. Rain was starting to fall in earnest now, and only the shelter of the leaves overhead kept them from becoming totally soaked. Olivia shivered and hugged herself as rainwater dripped down her breasts and belly to dampen the top of her pubic mound.

Finally they reached a small clearing with a hunting lodge in the center. The structure looked ancient, weathered, with vines crawling up the brick chimney and slate tiles missing from the roof. Flann went ahead and unlocked the door. "Come inside and I'll get the fire going."

They made a dash through the rainy clearing and into the silent, still lodge. It was dry inside but pitch-black, and the two royals halted, hesitant. Flann took the padlock and refastened the door again, from the inside, then placed the key in her pocket. As they stood in the dark, the assassin moved to the far side of the room. Olivia heard the sound of flint and tinder, and then light flared, and a fire blazed up in the hearth.

By the glow of the flame, she could see that the lodge was one room, tidy and well-equipped. A table and chairs was at one end, padded stools were placed before the hearth. At the far end of the room were a wardrobe and a double bed piled with a warm fur coverlet.

"Go sit by the fire," Flann instructed. "Dry off a bit."

Olivia gladly complied. Her torn dress was damp, and the skin beneath it was as well. She and Sophia sat down on the stools, glancing at each other as Flann busied herself at the far end of the room with a supply chest.

"Did the orc hurt you?" Sophia whispered.

"No. Just pawed at me." Olivia flushed a bit. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"I though he was going to... like that girl." Sophia seemed to stare at the torn cloth around her mother's cleavage.

"I thought so too, Sophie. This is like a nightmare. Just don't do anything without asking me first. I don't want you killed."

"Yes, Mother." The princess stared into the fire.

"Alright, your highnesses, let me tell you how the situation stands." Flann ambled over. "My plan has worked perfectly. We're so far away from the last sighting of us that there is no longer any danger of the cavalry finding us and catching up. Do you know what that means?" The dwarf grinned evilly. "It means I don't need hostages any more. You've played your parts. Now you're staying alive out of my good graces. Do you understand?"

Olivia swallowed, a leaden feeling settling in the pit of her stomach. "If you don't need us, why not just let us go?"

"Because you might.... might.... find someone in time to put them on my trail. Not going to risk that. In the morning, we'll walk four hours through the wood to the trade road, across the border in Kemt. You can walk from there to Kemten town, and I'll... go wherever I'm going. For tonight, though, we'll stay here and we'll follow a simple rule. You do whatever I tell you to do. If you don't... I kill the other one of you."

"You're a monster," Olivia said, horrified. "How can you treat people this way?"

Flann smiled. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes. I do." She did. Olivia felt as if understanding the enigmatic killer might be the key to their survival. And besides... she was curious.

"Well. I hail from the dwarven lands in the High Peaks, the great mountain fortresses and alpine villages. I was from one of those villages. My mother and father were tradesmen; potters, the both of them. I was their second child." Flann shook her head. "Second and last.

"When I was born, there were irregularities noticed immediately. Ones not unheard of among dwarves, ones said to be the curse of the dwarven gods on an infant. The traditional remedy is to bless a forgehammer and beat the infant's brains to paste. My parents didn't do that. Instead they pretended I was normal and hid it from the rest of the town. They drilled secrecy into me until I was afraid of my own shadow. And shame... oh, they drilled that into me as well."

"What do you mean, irregularities?" Olivia asked, confused.

Flann smirked, then yanked down her leather pants. To the queen's shock, she found herself looking at a thick penis protruding from the dwarf's red bush, right above the clamshell slit more suitable for a woman.

"That's... you..." she stammered.

"Yes, I've a cock," Flann said, amused. "It happens with dwarves. Not often, but it happens. And they hate it like poison."

Olivia stared. She couldn't help herself. Did this mean the dwarf was a man? A woman? Neither? Given Flann's voice and the size of her chest, it was hard to think of her as male, but that cock said otherwise, even if she couldn't see a scrotum. She had vaguely heard of such individuals, but had always counted them a myth. Certainly she had never expected to see one up close like this.

She could see Sophia staring in shock as well. Olivia was tempted to have her daughter look away, but didn't wish to offend their captor. That could prove... unwise.

"I hid it til I was oh, about twenty," Flann continued. "I was a shy, meek, timid thing in those days. Generally well regarded, kind, helpful to neighbors. I had a lad I was interested in, and he had an interest in me, but I didn't dare pursue anything. Looking back, I didn't really have a plan. It was just go along, swallow my shame and guilt, and hope things solved themselves."

Flann shook her head. "I don't know why Mother turned me in. I still haven't figured that one out. But she did. The mob came for me. They tore my best dress off of me and dragged me to the town market, where they crucified me. Ever been crucified? No?" Flann chuckled humorously. "I don't recommend it. They howled and jeered and threw things at me, for hours. My neighbors. My mentors. My friends. My relatives. They wanted me to die, and they wanted me to die slowly."

The dwarf shook her head. "When night fell, everyone left. I hung in the dark and sobbed. But then he came. The lad I was interested in. At first I was stupid enough to think he'd come to rescue me. Even after all that, I hadn't caught on. No, he'd come with a brazier of coals and a poker." Her face went flat with remembered pain. "First he put the hot poker to my feet. That and my begging amused him for a while. Then he decided to really have fun. He tried to shove the thing up my twat."

Flann pointed down at her inner thighs. A long, silvery mark ran down the inside of each leg. "I clamped my legs together tight as I could to stop it from going in. It takes a lot of you to clamp down on burning metal. I could smell my own flesh sizzle and I nearly passed out. But he figured that wasn't going to work, I guess, so he took it away and decided to just end it. He took a sharp knife and climbed the frame to finish me off."

The assassin grinned. "What he didn't know was that earlier, during all that crying, I had broken one of the arms of the frame loose. So when he climbed up, I whacked him in the head with it. Then I used that arm to wrestle the knife from him, with the strength of a woman who's just had someone try to fuck her with red hot iron, and I buried it in his neck. Then I cut myself down, took his pants and undershirt, and I left as fast as I could go and never went back."

Tugging her pants up, Flann leaned forward. "And from that I learned that people are shit. Everyone. All of them. Everyone is scum. Me, you, everyone. Everyone deserves whatever I do to them, because given the chance and the right situation they'd do it to me."

"That's horrible," Olivia said. "You can't let that dictate how you live your life. There have to be people who wouldn't have done that to you."

"I lived with these people for twenty years. By the standards of the world they weren't bad at all. Good, kind, considerate." Flann sneered. "Lots of people like that. But deep down, they're all ready to be monsters. Everything I've seen of this world since then only confirms that. I'm fine with it. Admitting it and living life by it gives me an advantage over everyone else."

Olivia shook her head. "I don't know what I was expecting, but I didn't expect to feel sorry for you."

Flann looked at her unreadably, then glanced away. "I'm going to make dinner. Hope you like stew."

"What kind of stew?" Sophia asked.

"Vegetables and dried rabbit, mostly. I snared some coneys when I was refurbishing this place in preparation for the job." Flann busied herself with pots at the hearth. "One reason I'm good at my job is planning. This one took four months to set up. Went pretty smoothly too. I've had things go wrong a few times."

"Yes," Olivia said bleakly. "Everything seemed to go exactly your way." If she survived this, she was going to have the head of the royal bodyguards sacked. They had been utterly ineffective.

They sat in silence for a while while Flann stirred the pot and occasionally added ingredients. Sophia was studying the assassin; she caught her mother looking at her, and moved her gaze to look at the room and its furnishings. Olivia sighed, and tried to pull her gown together again. She was dry now, but felt exposed in the firelight.

Finally Flann ladled some stew into a bowl, and handed it to Olivia with a bow. "Your dinner, Queen Olivia."

"Thank you," she said, taking it.

"Although I suppose you aren't the queen any more," the dwarf said, sounding a little amused. "That would be your daughter."

"Actually, no," Olivia corrected her. "In Darharrow the reigning monarch is always King. Right now, Sophie is Princess Sophia still. When she's crowned, she will be King Sophia II. I will remain Queen Olivia until such time as Sophia marries; then her husband will be addressed as Consort and I will simply be Lady Olivia."

"So until she marries, you'll be queen and king?" Flann asked.

"That's right."

Flann shook her head. "Humans and their systems of government. You have far too many of them and they can't even keep their terms the same." She handed a bowl of stew to Sophia. "Here you go, Princess."

"Thanks." Sophia took hers and began to eat without enthusiasm. After a few spoonfuls, her eyes opened in surprise. "This is actually really good."

"I can't stand bad food," Flann told her. "Learned to cook. I do a lot of halfling cuisine; the little bastards know how to eat, I give them that."

Olivia tried her own bowl. It was hearty, tasting of peppers and savory herbs, with only the dried rabbit being somewhat less than successful. She gulped it down; after the long ride and then the trek through the hills, she was ravenously hungry. If she had to be abducted, at least the food was all right. That was one way to look at it.

After the meal, Flann got out a bottle and poured both of them a small shot of the contents. "Something to wash it down."

Olivia took the glass. For a second she worried about poison. Then she mentally shrugged. Flann didn't need poison to kill them, just a second with her blades. She raised the glass to her lips and drank it down.

It burnt going down her throat, and her eyes widened a bit. She could could hear Sophia coughing. "What is this?"

"Dwarven whiskey. Kept a bottle of it up here. Straight from the mountain halls." Flann sipped at hers. "One of the few redeeming qualities of my people."

"An acquired taste, I suppose." She could feel it warming her from the inside out. Sophia was still sputtering, and she patted her daughter on the back a few times. "The stew was good, though."

"Glad you liked it." They sat there for a time, the fire crackling and casting flickering shadows over them. Flann stared intently at Sophia, who looked away, clearly nervous. Then the assassin turned her gaze to Olivia. Her eyes ran up and down the queen's form, and Olivia tried to pull her dress closed, suddenly uncomfortable.

"Now we come to the evening's sport," Flann said finally. "Do you remember the ground rules I laid out?"

"Yes," Sophia answered immediately.

Olivia stared at the ground, fear and apprehension rising up in her. Sport? She remembered the dwarf's threat to kill them all too well. "Yes," she said softly.

"Good. Queen Olivia. Walk over there and lie on the bed."

Oh no. She opened her mouth to protest, and Sophia grabbed her arm. She turned to look at her, and saw the fear in her daughter's face. That's right; disobedience would see Sophia slain, not her.

Unsteadily, she lurched to her feet and walked the endless strides across the small room to the broad, fur-covered bed. With a certain reluctance, she slid onto the fur coverlet. Her gown fell open as she did, and she hurriedly moved one hand up to tug the two halves together. She levered her upper torso up with the remaining arm, so she could see the rest of the room as she lay.

Now Flann stood. Olivia watched as the dwarf slowly walked towards the bed, her shadowed form limned by the flickering firelight. It made her clipped red hair seem to glow like embers. Smiling, Flann sat down on the edge of the bed. She reached out, and slowly, almost in slow motion, slipped Olivia's soft leather shoes off. Her fingers ran along the queen's feet, tracing their arch, and Olivia shivered, still not completely certain of her intent.

"Princess. Come stand by the bed," Flann called. Sophia immediately moved to comply.

Flann turned back to regard Olivia, hands still on her feet. Then, without warning, the dwarf reached up, grabbed the queen's gown, and tore. As Olivia gave a little shriek of surprise, the already ripped fabric tore straight down to the bottom, turning a fancy gown into a tattered open robe. Grinning, the assassin reached up and tore again, this time along the sleeves. The silky cloth fell away, leaving Olivia nude on the bed.

"You've got a lovely body, Queen Olivia," Flann said, leaning over her. "Not plump, but nice and curvy. I don't like my women skinny." She ran a finger along Olivia's stomach, up to rest against the bottom of the queen's left breast. "Nice full tits. As big as my own." The assassin leaned back, took her drab brown jerkin by the hem, and pulled it up off over her head, letting her own twin mounds tumble free. Olivia could see in the firelight that they were a pale white, and dusted with freckles. Her nipples were wide and red, and standing straight up. There was a knife strapped to the inside of one muscular arm by a leather thong.

"I... I don't even know your name," Olivia weakly protested, feeling dizzy. Of all the things she had expected to happen when Flann had taken them hostage, this hadn't been one.

"You can call me Cymru," Flann said, bending over her. Her hand traced Olivia's jawline. "I used to go by that name once."

She reached down and cupped the queen's breasts, squeezing. Olivia forced back a gasp, turning bright red. Her legs crossed as Flann massaged her twin hills, the dwarf's own bosom swaying as she did. Her fingers were skillful, and Olivia felt a certain internal warmth that had nothing to do with the fire or the whiskey.

Flann glanced up at Sophia. "Have you ever seen your mother naked before, Princess?"

"No, never," Sophia replied. She was watching closely, Olivia realized, flushing again.

"What do you think of her body?" The dwarf's tone was almost bantering.

"She's quite attractive for her age. A good figure. A better chest than I." Sophia sounded a little irked at that. "I'm flat."

"Eminently fuckable, would you say?"

"My own existence would seem to be proof of that," Sophia replied.

Flann laughed. "Clever girl. Let's have a look where you came from." Moving down Olivia's body, she uncrossed the queen's legs. Olivia's breath came quicker as the assassin ran one hand through the trim tangle of black pubic hairs, sliding her fingers through it before running them against the thick outer lips of her sex. She let out a little whimper as Flann spread her pussy open with two fingers, revealing her open hole.

"Still looks nice and tight," Flann said. "Not as tight as your daughter's, of course. But still a good close fit." One finger moved to toy with the queen's clit. "Dry as a bone, though. That's no good."

"I... I mean..." Olivia fought down panic. Did she really intend to... Oh gods. She had to keep composed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry. We'll take care of that," Flann said with an evil chuckle. Bending, she put her mouth to the black-furred cleft. Her tongue darted out, sliding along Olivia's clitoris, causing the queen to make a strangled gasp. A second lick brought another muffled sound. Grabbing the queen's thighs, Flann buried her face and mouth in Olivia's labia. Her tongue lapped deep into Olivia's spread pussy, and her teeth nipped at the folds.

Olivia moaned, taken aback by the intense sensations from her cunt. Her eyes closed as the assassin ate her out, her mind going blank. The questinging tongue sent waves of pleasure down her tunnel, with spikes when it hit a particularly sensitive spot. She had never felt anything like this before, and she felt herself start to get wet under the relentless cunnilingus she was receiving.

Flann stroked the queen's inner thighs as she dined, caressing Olivia's long legs and moving up to tickle the fleshy outer folds of her box. Olivia let out a short cry as the assassin's teeth bit gently at her clit, then opened again to send her tongue slurping down the queen's hole. Her breath began coming faster and faster.

Smiling, the dwarven killer raised her face from her cuntal meal and looked at Olivia through the queen's splayed legs. "Have you ever been eaten out before, Queen Olivia?"

"N-no. T-this is the first time." Olivia made a strangled whimper as Flann's fingers slid into her cunt. "I've only... oh gods... I've only been with my husband." King Grevis had preferred his sexual encounters fast and pedestrian.

"Are you one of us lucky women capable of orgasm?" Flann inquired, moving her fingers and making the queen's breath catch sharply.

"I... I don't know..." Grevis had never been interested in letting her find out.

"She doesn't know." Flann's voice held a hint of mockery. "Do you think she's getting wet, Princess?"

"Yes." Sophia's voice was calculating. "Every time you licked her button, I could see her nipples and cheeks flush, and she moaned. That was definitely making her feel good."

"Sophie!" Olivia said, shocked. The thought of her daughter paying such close attention to this made her feel exposed in a new way, as well as embarrassed. Especially since Sophia was right.

"Clever girl. Yes, she's wet now." Flann held up two fingers. They were moist with the queen's slickness. "Sometimes you need to give them some mouth action to prime them."

Standing up on her knees, the assassin gazed down at Olivia hungrily. Then, slowly, she unbuckled her leather pants and shrugged them off. The queen stared at her captor as she loomed there at the end of the bed, lit by the fire, her fully erect penis jutting from a tangled red bush. With a low chuckle, Flann crawled forward to straddle her, kneeling over Olivia until their faces were level, the tips of their breasts touching, and the length of Flann's cock sliding against the queen's stomach.

Craning down, Flann kissed her on the lips. She could taste the smoky hint of dwarven whiskey. "Your husband never really gave you a good fucking, I can tell. Just came and left."

"I... Cymru, I... oh gods." The full breasts pressing into her own made it feel like a woman was atop her. The thick cock against her stomach told her it was a man. "Why are you doing this, Cymru?"

"Because you've inspired my lust, Queen Olivia." Flann replied. She slid back down the queen's body, squeezing Olivia's breasts as she did. Then she pulled the queen's legs open, hands lingering for a second on the inside of her thighs. "I want to have you. So I will."

Olivia swallowed as she felt the deft fingers spread her pussy. "I'm not... send Sophia away."

"If I do that, how will she know if her mother is any good in bed?" Flann replied. She placed the head of her cock at the entrance of the queen's pussy, and Olivia whimpered as she felt it press insistently against her vulva. The assassin's tool was shorter than her husband's had been, but looked much thicker. Would she have trouble taking it? She supposed she was going to find out, she thought with a tinge of panic.

Looking her straight in the eye, Flann leaned forward a bit. The head of her penis slipped into Olivia, and the queen made a strangled noise. Still making eye contact, the assassin slowly inched forward. Olivia stared back, hypnotized, as more and more of the dwarven penis slid into her. Her inner walls stretched to accommodate it, and her eyes bulged a bit as it went deeper, deeper...

Finally it stopped; Flann was buried to the root in her, between her spread thighs. They stared at each other for a second.

"Nice and tight," Flann said pleasantly. "Hurt much?"

"N-no." She could feel her husband's killer inside her, the penis feeling like a hot plug against her slick hole. Her cheeks reddened. Were they just going to stay like this? For how long?

Slowly, deliberately, Flann's hips started to move. Olivia bit her lip as the thick cock slid partway out of her cunt, then back inside. The assassin reached out with her hands and drew them along the bottoms of the queen's breasts. "I'll start slow. Work up a bit of lubrication. Get you used to prime dwarven cock."

Olivia didn't reply. She just stared at Flann's own breasts, bouncing up and down as she slowly fucked her. Was she really having sex with a woman? With the person who killed her husband? With her own daughter watching?

Flann's thrusts quickened slightly and the queen gave a strangled moan. Yes, she definitely was. And with a cock that was stretching her vaginal walls. Her breath began to come faster and faster as she was leisurely taken, a shallow swell of pleasure flooding up through her body.

Holding her by both thighs, Flann lifted Olivia's butt slightly off the bed as she fucked her. The queen began to pant slightly as the thrusts came faster now, her waist muscles tightening.

"I'm doing all the work here," Flann said reprovingly. "That's not very cooperative."

Olivia felt a jolt of panic. Quickly she wrapped her legs around Flann's thick hips, then began to push back against the thrusts to her sex. Before long she was making short cries and grunts with every stroke, and her pussy felt like it was about to explode. The thick dwarven penis pounded her drenched cunt, and she ground her pelvis up to meet it, tangling her black pubic hair with her captor's red.

"That's better," Flann panted. "Oh gods, that's much better. Wrap those long legs around me, woman." She quickened her thrusts.

"Unnnngh! I did... I have... Unnngggghaaaa!" Olivia fought for breath. Sex with her husband had never been like this. He had just gotten on her, thrust away for five minutes, came, and left. This was something different and terrifying.

"I know. Ah!" Flann glanced over at Sophia. The princess was openly staring, her hands clasped in front of her waist and fiddling. "Ever seen two people having sex before, princess? Not counting the orcs?"

"Never." Sophia gave a faint smile. "This is my first time for a lot of things."

"Your mother's a pretty good fuck when she gets into it. What do you think?"

"I think you're getting some prime sex," the princess said frankly. "And I think she's probably never been laid like this in her life."

"Sophie, don't watch," Olivia moaned, briefly slowing her backthrusts. "Please don't watch. I... OH gods... this isn't something... you should see..." It was mortifying.

"Keep watching," Flann said, grinning. "Best is yet to come."

Sophia shrugged. "Sorry mother," she said. Olivia didn't think she sounded sorry enough. "Our captor wants me to watch you get ridden hard. Think of it as a lesson you can teach me. Try to get off so I know what to aim for."

"Dear gods..." Olivia was shocked, even given the position she was in. Sophie had never talked to her like this before. Then again, she had never been in such a compromised position before.

A particularly deep thrust from Flann made her cry out, and brought her back to what she was doing. The assassin leaned forward and then flopped with her full weight on Olivia's stomach. The full dwarven breasts pressed into the queen's torso just under her own, and Flann's tongue slid out to tease at her breastbone. Her hammering cock pinned Olivia's butt to the bed as the queen wrapped her legs tighter and arched her back, making shallow cries of distress and pleasure.

"Gods... you're a prize, woman," Flann panted. "Almost worth the job alone."

"Cymru... Cymru... I can't... I mustn't..." Olivia was drowning in the sensations she was feeling. Her hips rocked against the killer's, as the thrusts built to a frenzy. "Oh gods! You're another woman... oh gods... Sophie..."

"I think she's almost there, Mother," the princess said, her voice a bit husky. "You're doing superbly."

Olivia's reply was incoherent even to her. There was just thrust and backthrust, and the thick rod impaling her.

"Yes... yesss..." Flann gasped, sweat running down her brow. "Ahhhhh!" The dwarf's hands tightened around Olivia's arms and squeezed, making the queen gasp in pain. As she did, she felt a hot wet stream in her vagina, a sensation that she recognized with her husband. Flann stopped her thrusts and just ground her crotch into the queen's, pinning her to the bed as the assassin deposited a load of cum into her.

Finally, Flann let go and levered herself up. Olivia lay on the bed, stunned, still panting. The queen watched as the assassin slid her cum-covered penis out of Olivia's red, engorged hole. A thin thread of semen lingered for a second between cock and dripping hole, then broke to fall on the bed. Smiling, Flann flopped over to lie propped up next to Olivia in the bed.

"Not half bad," the killer said. "Maybe there's something to royalty after all." She reached over and slid a hand along Olivia's sweat-beaded hip. "You really got into it there at the end, Your Majesty."

"Y-you told me the rules," Olivia said, shivering at the touch. Her breath was still coming in gasps, and her body was tingling all over. She couldn't believe she had just done that. And in front of Sophia. And that it had felt so... she walled that line of thought off quickly.

"So I did," Flann said. "Princess Sophia?"

"Yes?" Sophia was examining her mother.

"Take your dress off and join us on the bed."

Olivia turned to Flann. "Wouldn't I be better for you? You said-"

The dwarf just looked at Olivia. The queen shrank back.

Sophia seemed entirely unsurprised by the command. She slowly strutted to the end of the bed, reached back, and unbuttoned the rear of her gown. Slowly, teasingly, she let it fall to the floor, leaving her in white stockings, white elbow-length gloves, white panties, and lacy white bra. She tossed her head, sending her long golden hair tumbling over her shoulder. "You like what you see?"

Olivia bit her lip. Sophia was just doing this to protect her, but it didn't sit well with the queen. She didn't want the assassin to be her daughter's first lover.

"Underwear?" Flann said, amused. "I don't often see that outside of the better grade of whorehouse, or an Abois girl. But I guess some of the nobility wear em too, eh? Your mother doesn't. You just fond of them?"

"Ask Mother," Sophia said, shrugging. "She and Father choose what I wear. I don't have any part in it."

"Underwear is in fashion now for young women of noble blood," Olivia said. "She needs to know how to wear it for her wedding night, or for those times when it can be seen beneath clothing."

"I see," Flann said, nodding. She beckoned to the princess. Sophia climbed up onto the bed, and walked on hands and knees towards the assassin. Her rump swayed as she came, packed tightly into the white silk of her panties, and the dwarf watched it with an expert's eye.

"Have you ever given a blowjob before, princess?" Flann asked lazily.

"No. I think I know the basic idea, though," Sophia said. "Just take it in your mouth and suck, yes?"

"Mmmm, broadly. There's a bit more to it than that. When I was first driven out, I had to give suckjobs to make enough to keep fed. Did an ogre once. Almost dislocated my jaw." The assassin laughed humorlessly. "I'm not that big. You shouldn't have any trouble."

"All right." Still on her hands and knees, Sophia lowered her head to Flann's lap. "Will it get bigger as I go?"

"If you're any good at your job."

"I will be." Slowly, the princess opened her mouth and took the semi-flaccid penis into it. She seemed to adjust it in her mouth, making a surprised noise.

Flann placed one hand on the golden head and stroked her hair. "That's your mother and me you taste. Clean it off good before we start."

Sophia's mouth worked as she slid her tongue around. Flann grinned. "All right. Now start an up and down motion. Work my shaft with your lips."

Making a muffled noise, Sophia's head started to bob up and down. Olivia watched, increasingly upset, as her daughter sucked the cock that had just ravished the queen. There had to be something she could do. But she didn't dare.

Sophia's eyes flicked over to meet hers. The corners of her daughter's mouth flicked upwards in a grin around the mouthful of cock. Olivia flinched. Was that reassurance?

"Ahhh, that's nice, Princess. Use your tongue a bit more, there's a good lass." Flann snaked her other hand over to slide along Sophie's upper back. "Good. Queen Olivia, caught your breath back?"

"I... yes, I have my breath back." Maybe Flann had just wanted Sophie to get her hard again. "Are... are we going to make love again now?"

"Not right now. Go down to the other end of the bed and slide our princess's panties off."

Olivia swallowed. So the assassin did intend to deflower Sophia. Reluctantly, she levered herself up and slid down to the end of the bed, where her daughter's bottom bobbed and swayed with every dip of her head.

The queen reached out to take the waistband with both hands. She could see that the front of the material was damp; her daughter was already wet, she realized, a bit disturbed. Was it from sucking a thick, meaty cock? Or had she gotten that way watching Olivia moan and bounce on the bed under the red-haired assassin?

Slowly, hands shaking, Olivia pulled the silky fabric over and down. It slid across the round twin moons of the princess's royal ass, then down to expose her pouting, moist labia, then to show off her almost hairless pubic mound, nude except for a perfectly diamond-shaped tuft of trimmed golden fur. The damp panties fell down to hang bunched around Sophia's slender knees.

"Very good," Flann said. "Now I want you to start stroking her button and slit."

Olivia swallowed. This was... it definitely wasn't right. Still, she reached out and hesitantly drew a fingertip across Sophia's clit. The princess gave a loud gasp around a mouthful of dwarven member, and Olivia instantly withdrew her hand, mortified.

"A bit more energy there, Queen," Flann said ominously.

Trembling, Olivia returned her hand to her daughter's pussy and began to stroke. The pink cleft was moist under her fingers, and as she rubbed it seemed the moisture increased. Sophia made no more noise for a while, but as the queen worked, her daughter started to make muffled sounds and her rump started to sway a little.

"You like that, don't you Princess? No, don't answer, keep sucking me off." Flann's eyes glittered as she glanced up at the queen. "Stick a finger into her twat and tell me if she's wet yet."

As gently as she could, Olivia inserted her forefinger into her daughter's waiting hole. The virgin pussy clamped down on her finger almost as soon as it went inside, and Sophia made a low, groaning sound. The queen quickly slid it back out; it was covered in Sophia's wetness.

"She is," Olivia said heavily.

"Good. Now I have a special job for you, Queen Olivia. You saw how I did it earlier. I want you to lean over and eat the princess out."

"WHAT?! That's... what are you asking? I can't do that to my own daughter!"

Without a word, Flann moved her wrist. The knife on the thong was suddenly in her hand. She moved the blade to where Sophia's left ear met her head. "She doesn't need ears to give a blowjob."

"Wait! Wait. Yes. All right." Olivia swallowed, face pale. Eyes still on the knife, she dipped her head down to Sophia's crotch. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't... no, she HAD to. Steeling herself, the queen leaned forward, opened her mouth, and began to lick her daughter's vulva.

Immediately she tasted Sophia's slickness; an oddly familiar, musky taste that tingled on her tongue. Olivia moved her mouth up and down along Sophia's slit, worrying that this might not be good enough. She heard her daughter start to make muffled moans, but didn't dare stop. She had to make this convincing.

Sophia's nectar flowed out under Olivia's lips, and the queen pushed her tongue into the tight red tunnel. The princess made a sharp, smothered cry as it lapped at the inside of her vagina, stimulating her clitoris from within. Olivia's mouth was awash with her daughter's wetness; it dripped from her chin down onto her full, swaying breasts. She felt dizzy as she ate her own daughter's virgin pussy, her cheeks scarlet, her own cunt still moist.

"Oh, you really like that, Princess," Flann said, her breath coming faster. "Keep going. You're about to get a taste treat in your pretty little mouth."

Sophia's muffled moans spiked in volume. The princess thrust her pert ass back, pressing into her mother's face. As Olivia resolutely ate, Sophia ground her pussy against the queen's busy lips, her rump wriggling and trembling. Her back arched, small breasts quivering under the tight lace bra.

Flann's hands tightened on Sophia's head. "Yes.... Ahhhhhh...... AHHHH!" Sophia's moans gave way to choking noises. The assassin held her head in place for a second, then released her. Sophia's head reared up, the spent penis flopping free of her lips. She made a gulping, swallowing noise, then gazed at Flann, breathing heavily.

"Good job, Princess," the assassin said, patting her head. "Is your mother eating you out satisfactorily?"

"She was... a bit clumsy at... the start, but she's gotten better as she's... gone on." Sophia moaned, a long, deep, sexual cry that made Olivia's cheeks burn as she sucked and tongued the princess. "Queen Olivia is quite good now at... at eating pussy... OHHHHHH!" 

Flann slid around to pat Olivia on the ass. "See, I told you that you could do it. Good job, Your Majesty. You can stop now."

Immediately Olivia pulled her face away from Sophia's dripping sex. Her daughter's nectar covered her face, her chin, the top of her breasts. "T-thank you. Are you... are you all right, Sophie?"

The princess tipped over to rest on her side. "Are you asking me if it was good for me too, Mother?"

Olivia's mouth hung open, speechless. What was going on in her daughter's head? She wasn't acting at all like herself. Was she just saying what she calculated would best please their captor? That was the only thing that made sense. She hadn't know Sophia could be assertive enough to do such a thing. That in itself... was sort of nice.

"Maybe," she replied, then flushed deep red.

"Well, I've never had anyone give me better oral sex," Sophia said, her voice dry and a little languid. "So you have no cause to feel incompetent. Of course, I am... was? a virgin, so that may not be too much praise after all."

"Technically you're still a virgin," Flann advised. "Having your gully gulped doesn't count."

"What a relief," Sophia said tonelessly.

The dwarf reached into her discarded pants, and pulled out a small stoppered bottle. "Just lie there, Princess," she said. "I'm going to rub this in."

"All right," Sophia replied. "Hopefully it isn't too cold."

"I don't think so." Flann stretched out and popped the stopper off, pouring a slightly luminous blue gel onto the tip of one finger. Grinning, she leaned over and began to rub Sophia's clit with it. "You may feel a slight tingle."

"Oh. I.... ohhh," the princess responded, wiggling. "That feels strange. Slick. Not as pleasurable as Mother's tongue."

"She did a good job, eh? Good. Fair's fair." Flann pulled her finger away. "It'll take a few seconds. Let me get that annoying bra off you in the meantime." The assassin reached up and unhooked the lace halter, exposing Sophia's small, rounded breasts. The nipples were a light pink and tiny; the princess gave a startled giggle as Flann dipped her head to one of them and tongued it, squeezing the other one gently.

"Why Master Cymru, are you about to make love to me?" Sophia murmured coyly. "With that thick, tasty cock?"

"No, not really," Flann said, smirking at her. "I had something else in mind."

The princess looked taken aback. "W-what do you me-AHHHHH!" As Olivia jumped, startled, Sophia's hands flew to her own groin. "What... oh gods! AHHHHHH!"

"I'm told this can be uncomfortable the first few moments," Flann said, grinning.

"What have you done to me?" Sophia's wide, panicked eyes stared pleadingly at her captor. "What's happening? AHHHHHHH!"

Olivia stared in shock. She could see, around her daughter's frantically clenching hands, something long, thick, and red emerging...

"A wizard of my acquaintance sold it to me," Flann explained cheerfully. "It causes the clitoris to enlarge, swell, and lengthen. By a lot. It's not permanent; wears off in a few hours. But in the meantime it gives you a taste of what it's like to be a woman with a penis. Magic's wonderful stuff sometimes."

Sophia's pained cries died away. Slowly, she took her hands away, and Olivia stared in fascinated horror. It really did look like a huge, erect penis was jutting from her daughter's labia. It was longer than the dwarf's had been.

"It's not permanent?" Sophia asked, voice now wary but controlled.

"Four to six hours. Never had any ill aftereffects that I know of. The mage I got it from liked to use it herself."

Sophia hesitantly touched it. "It's... it's sensitive. Gods, it DOES look like a cock. It's just missing the hole at the top." She gave a shaky laugh. "I wonder how I'd look with this monster in my panties."

"You look like a young lad ready for a tumble," Flann said, grinning. "Maybe we can do something about that." She reached over and stroked Olivia's chin. "Queen Olivia, be a dear and get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed."

Trembling, still staring at her daughter's new member, Olivia complied. What now, she wondered? This was already seeming like some strange dream. She could still taste her daughter's slickness on her tongue and lips, like a bitter wine.

"A new rule, Your Majesty. From now on, you are to only refer to the princess as Lord Sophia. Easy enough, no?"

"I... yes," Olivia answered, confused.

Flann turned to Sophia. "Look at her, waiting there. Waiting for a good hard cock. And here I've given you one. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, I understand you." Without another word, the princess rose to her knees and crawled across the bed. Olivia watched as she moved behind her and out of her immediate vision. She lowered her head to watch between her arms and legs. "Lord Sophia? What... what are you..."

A silk-gloved hand reached out to run along her ass. "Are you still wet, Mother?"

"I... oh gods... yes. A bit." She swallowed. "From when Cymru and I... from then."

Another hand fell on her rump. Each moon was gently kneaded, and then a finger slid down to tease at her slit. "When you had sex. You don't need to dance around it. I watched. Do you know what we're going to do now?"

"Lord Sophia... I... we can't..."

"We can. I'll be gentle." Olivia felt something hard and long slide between her asscheeks, and gasped. This was... that was... it was a dream. Just a dream.

"Mother, I need you to spread your legs a little wider for me." Sophia's voice was patient but firm.

"I...." Slowly, she widened her stance, exposing her slit more directly. "Lord Sophia... during... this, can you please call me Queen Olivia? It makes it seem... less..."

"Of course, Queen Olivia." Two fingers spread her pussy, and she whimpered. The cock between her asscheeks slid down, down... now the head of it was touching her vulva.

"You really are beautiful, Queen Olivia," Sophia murmured. "I've loved seeing you use your body. I'll make you feel good." Her hands slid up the queen's ass to her waist, and grabbed hold. Then, in a slow but hesitationless movement, she plunged her clitcock into her mother's pussy.

Olivia cried out as her daughter's long rod slid into her. Sophia began to slowly pump her hips, and the queen gasped and clenched her teeth at the electric sensations it produced. Her already-swollen tunnel clamped down on the long member, and every stroke pressed against a spot that shot intense feelings down Olivia's spine.

"Lord Sophia... oh gods, I mustn't..."

"You always deserved a young lover," Sophia breathed. "A young handsome lover with a big cock. Like me. Can you feel me inside you, Queen Olivia?"

"Yes, Lord Sophia. I... I can feel every inch." She was getting wetter as the red member slid in and out of her, and her fingers gripped the fur coverlet tightly. More and more this seemed unreal, like a fantasy about a tryst.

"You're so tight, my Queen. Gods, you're so tight." Sophia's thrusts started to come harder, and Olivia moaned in response. Her daughter kept one hand on her waist; the other caressed her rounded ass. "Did King Grevis ever fuck you this way?"

"No... no..." Olivia cried out, breathing heavily. Sweat ran down her full breasts as they swung under her, swaying in time to each thrust of Sophia's hips. Her husband had never taken her from behind, and had never made her body feel so good. If only she could forget that it was her daughter making her pant and moan like a she-dog in heat... that it was her daughter's cock driving waves of fiery bliss down her flooding cunt...

"OH gods, Lord Sophia!" she gasped. "Oh gods, that feels so..." Her ass pushed back, grinding her engorged slit into her daughter's crotch. 

Sophia laughed throatily and caressed the queen's trembling thigh, not slowing her thrusts. "You're clenched around my shaft, Queen Olivia. It feels incredible. You feel incredible."

The queen groaned, her hindquarters thrusting in time with her daughter. "This is wrong. We can't."

"This will be my first time, Queen Olivia. You're my first lover." Sophia leaned forward and down, draping herself over her mother's back. Olivia could feel her daughter's weight descend on her, the small breasts with their diamond-hard nubs pressing into the small of her back, and her arms gave way, sending her face and breasts down into the fur coverlet. Sophia reached down to take one ample mound in each hand and squeeze, causing the queen to cry out.

Olivia felt a strange heat rising in her body. Sophia was humping her rapidly now, and the queen was pushing back against it with increasing passion. A dim red haze of animal lust was hanging over her mind. She had never had such intense, pleasurable coitus, and the dreamlike sensation of it grew stronger. Hadn't she had always wanted to be desired, to have someone eager for her womanly services?

"Your first time... oh gods, Lord Sophia, I'm sorry... but that's..." Olivia gave a long, guttural groan and arched her bottom higher, body trembling. She could hear the rhythmic wet sound of Sophia's clitcock slapping in and out of her hungry pussy, and smell her daughter's sweat. "Oh gods, you're so good! Lord Sophia, we can't!"

Her daughter continued to squeeze and knead Olivia's breasts as she fucked away with increasing force. The queen felt her nipples be tweaked, and feebly reached up with one hand to touch Sophia's sweat-slick body. Sophia leaned her head down and nibbled her mother's ear. "Say you love me, Queen Olivia."

"I love you, Lord Sophia!" The heat was turning into an oven in her loins.

Sophia squeezed her mounds almost painfully tight. "Beg me to fuck you, Queen Olivia."

"Fuck me, Lord Sophia! Oh gods! Yes! YES!" Olivia screamed, a long, rolling scream that seemed to come from the bottom of her stomach as she climaxed slowly, volcanically. Her sopping cunt erupted, clenching Sophia's clit so tightly that the princess hissed in mingled pain and pleasure. Olivia thrust her ass forcefully into Sophia's humping crotch, her mind going blank, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of ecstacy and arousal. Her body trembled and spasmed, and her eyes almost rolled up in her head.

It seemed to last forever. Finally, sobbing, Olivia felt the orgasm fade and the tension and strength run out of her limbs. She toppled over on her side, and Sophia went with her, still fucking her. They lay there in the position known as spoons, and the queen watched her daughter's clitcock slip in and out of her as she lay there and panted, felt her daughter's silk-gloved hands caress her quivering breasts.

"Queen Olivia... mmmmm.. was it good for you? Did I do all right?" Sophia's voice held a strange mix of command and insecurity.

"You were wonderful, my Lord Sophia, my lover," Olivia whispered jaggedly. Her daughter's first time. In a way she knew was wrong, the queen felt proud of her. "I've never had an orgasm. Ever."

"Good. Oh... Oh gods... Oh gods! OHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAH!" Sophia slammed her pelvis against Olivia's backside and then threw her head back and gave a long, wailing cry. The queen felt her daughter's nectar fountain from her cunt; it ran down the clitshaft and mingled with Olivia's own slickness. Sophia shuddered, arched her body, and then ceased to thrust.

They lay there, hearts racing, breathing panting and ragged, Sophia's arms still wrapped around the spent queen, her clitcock still deliciously impaling her. Neither of them moved.

"Not too bad." Flann's voice startled them both. The assassin had been so still that Olivia had almost forgotten she was there. "You both look tired. Might as well get some sleep now. We've all had a busy day and a horny night." She chuckled. "I'll bank the fire. Oh... and just in case you get any ideas, I'm a light sleeper. And sometimes when it appears I'm asleep.... I'm not."

"We understand," Sophia murmured. She shifted, still spooning. "I don't want to move right now, Queen Olivia."

"I don't either. I'm too drained." Olivia closed her eyes. "I feel like I'm already asleep."

The fire hissed as Flann smothered it, and the room was cast into darkness. Lying there, unable to see, Olivia's mind could tell herself that she was lying in her room with a handsome young man, falling asleep with him inside her after a passionate evening of lovemaking. It was almost accurate, after all.

Slowly, night claimed her.

---

Queen Olivia slowly, in the opposite of pain. She was lying on her back, and the penis inside her was moving, thrusting, plowing her. Someone had mounted her and was riding at a steady trot between her splayed thighs.

At first she thought it was Sophia, but then she felt the large mounds digging into her torso below her own heaving breasts, and she knew it was the assassin. She gasped, and then choked back a cry as the thick cock rubbed insistently against a particularly sensitive spot in her tender, thoroughly ravaged cunt.

"Cymru, is that you?" she managed softly, her voice stumbling with sleep.

"Aye. I had an ill dream. I needed something." A mouth fastened round her left nipple and sucked, making her moan with desire.

Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around the thick waist and began to move in unison. Flann's hands stroked her flanks and the sides of her breasts, and Olivia tossed her head from side to side, biting her lip.

The dwarf's thrusts sped up, and Olivia matched them. Her body bucked up against the assassin's, and she could hear her own harsh breathing, a quick, rasping pant as they fucked. Her pussy was so sensitive that each stroke brought both pain and sweet arousal.

The queen reached out and fumblingly clasped hold of Flann's pumping buttocks. She squeezed, kneading the killer's ass even as she was ridden. Low cries came from her throat.

"Oh Cymru... it feels so strong... Cymru..."

"You're my woman now, Queen Olivia," Flann breathed. "Beg for it. Beg me like you begged your daughter."

"You're my husband, Cymru, fuck me, please... Cymru..." It was a dream, and she was hornier than she had ever been, and her tight wet cunt was being frantically pounded...

A low, choking cry escaped her lips, her back arched spasmodically, and Olivia orgasmed. Her aching walls seemed to spray liquid as she repeated Cymru's name and clawed at the assassin's back. Flann hissed, went still and stiff, and then pressed down into Olivia, straining. As her climax faded, the queen could feel hot gouts of semen shooting out, pouring deep into her womb.

Flann held herself there until she had thoroughly spent her seed in Olivia, and then crawled up the queen's body. Her spent penis trailed a wet line across Olivia's stomach. The assassin bent down and forcefully kissed her. Still in a fugue, Olivia returned the kiss, their tongues mingling.

The dwarf rolled off, and Olivia lay there, dazed in the afterglow. What a strange dream, she told herself. It had to be one.

She was back asleep before she could form another thought.

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Olivia slowly opened her eyes to dim daylight. She was naked under the fur coverlet, and nestled against Sophia's bare body. Her daughter looked at her, and the queen flushed a deep crimson as the memory of last night came pouring back in a rush. "Oh, Sophie... I'm so sorry..."

"Don't be stupid, Mother." Sophia's voice held a hint of impatience. "Neither of us had any choice, and it didn't do either of us any harm. I need you focused on making sure we get out of this alive."

"Oh... yes, of course. Of course I will." Olivia liked this new, assertive, order-giving Sophia. She felt better when she had someone else in charge, and it made her daughter seem like less of a meek nonentity.

"Besides, you didn't seem sorry last night when you were moaning my name," Sophia said with a hint of detached amusement.

Olivia flushed again. "Sophie! I... I mean.. I didn't..."

Laughing softly, her daughter touched her cheek. "I'm joking. But you shouldn't pretend it didn't happen. We made love. I brought you to orgasm. You can admit that to me."

"I... yes. All right." Olivia shivered. "You were a magnificent lover. I suppose that's always going to be part of our relationship now."

"Yes." Sophia smiled. "You were great too."

Olivia swallowed. "Is your... is it gone?"

"Yes. It was back to normal when I woke this morning. It was so strange..." Sophia shook her head. "Just as well. It would have made a most unbecoming bulge in the front of my gown."

The queen managed a shaky laugh. "Yes." She craned her head up. "I don't see Cymru."

"She's outside. She locked the door behind her, but she said she wouldn't be long."

As if Sophia had summoned a demon, the door rattled, creaked, and then opened. Flann stepped in, clad again in her drab brown clothing. She smiled at them. "Good morning, ladies. Our tryst here is done. It's time to get back on the road."

Olivia rose, clutching the fur coverlet to her. "Cymru... my gown is torn rags. What will I wear?"

"I've got some human clothing here that a former playmate has no more need for." Flann tossed her a bundle. "The fit may not be the best, but it's that or go naked."

Sighing, the queen unfolded the clothing. Her eyebrows went up in horror. The material was thin, brightly colored, skimpy, and left absolutely no doubt of the wearer's membership in the oldest profession. "Isn't there anything else?"

"Nope. This is a hideout, not a weaver's."

Silently cursing, Olivia began to dress. A red halter barely hid her breasts but bared her midriff. The short pants exposed more of her ass than was decent, and it was tight enough in the front that her slit could be seen through it. The very top of her black pubic bush poked out over the low pants top. She told herself it was better than being naked.

Sophia carefully kept her expression neutral. The princess leisurely slipped her panties and bra back on, then dressed in her travel-stained gown. They both fastened their shoes, and then stood.

"All set? Good." Flann led them to the door. "Let's be off."

For Olivia, the next few hours were an uncomfortable blur of walking through tangled woods that scraped and tore at her bare legs with nettles and branches, leaving them bleeding and scratched. The three stumbled on, once making a wide detour when Flann thought she heard a sound suspiciously like a krav wolf. The sunlight filtered down greenly, casting a strange shade on the travellers.

Fear alternated with tired resignation. Where were they going? What was going to happen to them?

Finally, around noon, they stumbled out of the forest and into a green meadow filled with butterflies. They slowly tramped through it as the bright creatures flittered around them, lighting on their legs and shoulders.

On the other side of the meadow was a road. Flann led them down it for half a mile until they reached a weathered milestone. The dwarf grunted, and brushed a butterfly from her clipped red hair.

"This is where we part ways, Your Majesties," the assassin said lazily. "If you take the road north, you'll come to Kemten town before the end of the day. Kemt's on good terms with Darharrow; they'll get you safely back home. I'll go south. You can send them after me if you like. Won't do much good."

"So that's it? We're free?" Sophia asked warily.

"You're free. I may be back at some point. It would be in your interests to see that I remain free, because I could tell quite the story about what happened last night."

"Understood," Sophia said flatly.

"Goodbye, Princess Sophia. Congratulations on your promotion. I expect you'll make full use of all the perks." Flann grinned. "If they overthrow you, you at least have a promising future ahead of you in the exciting career field of sucking cock."

Sophia flushed a bit but said nothing.

Smirking, Flann walked over to Olivia, who looked down at her nervously. The assassin slid one hand into the front of the queen's tight pants, and Olivia gasped as fingers danced through her bush, stroking her cuntal lips. One finger slipped inside her, and she made a strangled noise.

Smiling, Flann withdrew her hand and lifted the finger to her mouth, tasting it. "Mmmm." She pulled Olivia's head down to her level, and brought her lips to the queen's ear. "I'll be back one night for what's mine, Queen Olivia. You stay nice and wet thinking about that."

Olivia swallowed. "Yes, Cymru."

Grinning, the killer turned the queen's head to face her and then kissed her savagely. They stood there for an eternity of seconds, lips pressed together, making faint, choked sounds.

Flann finally broke it, leaving Olivia gasping for air. Giving the queen a final pat on the ass, the assassin turned and ambled off down the road without another word.

Mother and daughter watched her vanish slowly into the distance, and then the princess turned to Olivia with a faintly sour expression. "If you're done with your makeout session, Mother, we should go. I want to reach the city well before dark, for our own safety."

"Of course." They began to walk. "I'm sure she just said that for effect. We'll never see her again."

"I wouldn't be so sure." Sophia still sounded unhappy. "That threat she made, about telling what happened, it wasn't idle. She knows she can probably get a favor or two out of me in exchange for her silence, and I'm to be King. We may well see her again."

Olivia wasn't sure how she felt about that. "Do you really think so, Sophie?"

"Yes." Sophia looked at her. "And don't call me Sophie. I've never liked that. When we're in private, you can call me Lord Sophia from now on."

Olivia gasped and turned bright red. "Soph- Sophia, that's... I mean... you can't be..."

Stopping, Sophia grabbed the queen by one arm. "You and Father have micromanaged and dictated everything about my life for the last eighteen years. When I tried to assert some independence I was beaten and starved by our dear departed King. You were going to make me a powerless, helpless brood mare for whoever he chose to truly rule. No more. Now I have the power. I'M the one who will be in charge, and YOU are the one who will obey. Do you understand, Mother?"

"Sophia..." In truth, she couldn't deny any of what her daughter had just said. All she could say in her own defence was that she hadn't had any choice and had thought that it was all her daughter was suited for.

"Do. You. Understand."

Olivia cast her eyes down. "Yes, Lord Sophia." When it came down to it, she preferred this assertive, dominant Sophia over the shy mouse she had known. The queen was going to need someone to tell her what to do in days to come if she wanted to be comfortable, and it looked like that was going to be her daughter.

"Good." Sophia patted her shoulder. "When we get to Kemten town, let me do the talking. You're... I'm sorry, Mother, but you're dressed as a whore right now, and it's important that we establish our credibility immediately."

"Can you make sure nobody tries to buy me?" She didn't think she could live with the indignity.

Sophia laughed. "Don't worry. I'll keep them off you."

"Thank you, Lord Sophia."

"Don't mention it, my Queen."

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Olivia climbed up the tower stairs, skirt whisking around her, her stomach feeling leaden. This might be a difficult conversation.

In the month or so since they had gotten back from Kemt, she hadn't gotten to see her daughter much. There had been a hurried ceremony to crown the princess as King Sophia II, and then the new king had ridden out with an army to reduce the castle of the Earl of Aguestoke, who had claimed the crown himself and risen in rebellion. The expedition had been a success; Lord Aguestoke had been charged with plotting the assassination of King Grevis and drawn and quartered, and Sophia's popularity and support had risen, especially among the soldiers.

Since returning, she had mostly been closeted with her young advisors and favorites. Some of them had been her handpicked friends arranged by Olivia and Grevis, but many were not. 

The queen found herself in a similar role to the one she had always been in... presiding over the court, and serving as a back channel to the king. Now and then she would see Sophia and tell her about the more deserving people seeking her favor. 

But much of her time of late had been spent on a looming problem, and it was this that she had arranged to talk to her daughter about.

Reaching the upper floors, she walked past a pair of guardsmen (the previous head of the royal guards had been flogged and then sacked) and entered the hallway of the family apartments. Striding rapidly to the door of the king's chambers, she softly knocked.

"Come in."

Olivia opened the door, stepped inside, and carefully shut and locked the door behind her. Sophia was sitting on the bed wearing a fur-trimmed doublet and tight blue riding breeches. Her expression was difficult to read.

"Thank you for seeing me, Lord Sophia. I know you're busy."

"I'll always make time for you, Mother, you know that. Is it about what you mentioned earlier?"

"Yes." Olivia sucked in a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. "I'm definitely pregnant. It doesn't show yet, but there's no further doubt."

"Is there any chance that Father could be the...?"

"No. Your father hadn't touched me in almost eight months. He had a mistress about your age." Olivia had seen her expelled from court and exiled to a nunnery. "It's definitely Cymru's."

"Hm. Well, she did have sex with you twice," Sophia said distractedly. "I had wondered if she could father children, and it would seem the answer is yes."

"I... I hadn't known you knew about the second time," Olivia said, flushing a bit.

"Oh yes. I was awake for it. Quite passionate." Sophia smiled, still looking a little distant. "You cuddled up to me afterwards in your sleep."

"Oh." Olivia stared at her feet. "I did some research in the castle library. About dwarf-human children. Apparently they're more common than people realize. They just look like heavyset, shortish humans; you could pass one on the street and never guess they were a halfbreed. They're all sterile. They can neither bear nor father children."

"That's promising. That frees my hand a bit." Sophia rubbed her chin. "We can just say that the child was Father's. The succession crisis three hundred years back established that a male heir has no claims over a crowned female monarch, even if his claim would have been stronger than hers prior to crowning. And it might be a girl anyway. I'd be hesitant to go along with that if he or she could breed a competing line of heirs, but if they're sterile, I think I can live with it."

"Thank you," Olivia said with real gratitude. "I don't think I could bear having the entire court know I had sex with my husband's killer."

"Even though you did. And I heard what you said the second time." Sophia sounded amused. "My so-modest mother is really a bit of a horny slattern once she's nice and wet."

"L-Lord Sophia!" Olivia's cheeks burned. Yes, she had called Cymru her husband and begged her to keep pleasuring her. She had been half-asleep.

"Did I hit a nerve? Well, never mind. I have some news of my own you'll be interested in."

"Has something happened at court?" Olivia asked.

"No." Sophia held up a small blue bottle. "Does this look familiar?"

"No... wait..." Olivia's eyes widened. "That's the same bottle Cymru used on your-"

"Yes. She gave a little too much information away. I've had my agents looking for a wizard who sold such an elixir, and finally I found her. A woman named Miria in a city on the Whore Coast, Dylak-Leem. I contacted her, and she was more than happy to sell out our captor's name and haunts. She's called Flann Nightsteel, and she works out of that same city." Sophia smiled a predatory smile. "I'm looking into assassins of my own to... repay her."

"I see." Olivia supposed there was a certain justice to that, although it wasn't what she would have done. She wasn't going to argue with Sophia about it, though. Cymru would have to take care of herself. "But what about the bottle?"

"I ordered some from her," Sophia said matter-of-factly. She uncorked it, poured some onto one finger, then stuck her hand in her pants. "Reasonably priced, I thought. Certainly next to what she charged for her information."

"Lord Sophia! Why?" Olivia stared.

Wincing, Sophia held her crotch. As Olivia watched, she could see a bulge appear in her daughter's breeches, growing larger and larger. Sophia bent double for a few seconds, gritting her teeth, then slowly exhaled and sat up to look at the confused, worried queen. "Why do you think, Queen Olivia?"

It took a second for Sophia's meaning to sink in. Olivia gasped. "L-Lord Sophia, are you asking-"

"I'm not asking anything." Sophia stood. "I'm telling you."

"But we can't! You... you're my daughter! We can't!"

"I am your KING," Sophia said, locking eyes with her shocked mother. "And you are my queen. Which means you have certain duties. To me." She unbuttoned her breeches. "To this."

Olivia looked down at the erect length, and then looked back up to meet her gaze. For a second or two she mustered her objection and resistance. Then her daughter's will and desire crushed her own like a bug. Olivia had always been submissive, and faced with someone who she now realized was just as dominant in her own way as her husband had been, she submitted once more.

"Yes, Lord Sophia," she said, casting her eyes down.

Sophia smiled at her, and motioned to the bed. Olivia swallowed, then shook her head and quietly unbuttoned her dress. It fell to the floor, and the queen slid into the double bed, legs crossed, hands propping herself up.

With a wolfish grin, Sophia shed her breeches and pulled her doublet off over her head. Olivia's eyes fixed on the long clitcock jutting from her daughter's labia, and felt herself beginning to grow a little wet.

The new king stepped forward, her eyes roaming over her mother's body. Olivia leaned back. "Does what you see please you?" she said, managing a bit of coyness.

"Yes," Sophia murmured. "Yes it does."

Slowly, Olivia uncrossed her legs. Gazing at Sophia, she opened her thighs, exposing her pouting, black-furred cleft. "And this?"

"I think, Queen Olivia, you're inviting me to make love to you."

"I am, Lord Sophia. My lover. My victorious king." This was just how it was going to be. It wasn't how she had ever dreamed things would turn out, but this was how it was going to be, the lover of her own daughter. Quietly, Olivia started to accept it. At least Sophia was capable of pleasing her.

"Then I will." Climbing onto the bed, Sophia mounted her in one fluid motion. Olivia gave a delighted moan as Sophia entered her; the queen's legs wrapped around her daughter's slim waist, and the two began to move together in an incestuous rhythm.

"You... you're bigger than before," Olivia panted.

"I may have used too much. Is it a problem?"

"No," Olivia moaned. "It's very nice. Ohhhhhh. Oh my dear love. That's so nice."

Sophia fondled her breasts. "Are pregnant women more sensitive in the cunt?"

"I don't know... your father... never touched me while I was showing..."

"We'll find out then," Sophia murmured. She licked Olivia's breastbone, making the queen gasp and toss her head. "I intend to make love to you throughout the pregnancy of our child. You'll look beautiful gravid and swollen, Queen Olivia."

"Oh gods!" Olivia kissed frantically at her daughter's neck. "Make me your queen, Lord Sophia! Fuck me like you did before! Ohhhhhhhh!" To hells with it. Her husband had never made her feel this way.

"With pleasure," Sophia breathed, as she pounded the slit that had birthed her. "With pleasure."

They fucked passionately, their gasps and moans and cries a secret shared between them. Outside, the soldiers celebrated the victory and toasted the new king. A few raised a glass to the old queen, and one drank down a toast even as the lady in question screamed and spasmed in climax, her daughter buried to the root in her. After the celebrations began to break up, the two lovers were still exploring each other's bodies, mother and daughter rutting together like husband and wife, burning their old relationship in the the carnal flames of the new. The pregnant queen would pant under her royal rider until dawn.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in Dylak-Leem, Flann was leaving a brothel. She looked up at the moon, frowned, and then trudged on.

"Not as good as royal pussy," she muttered.

Continued in Chapter 9

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