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Jonos & the Whore Queen Ch. 01

By: Ahabscribe



And now for something completely different! Not sure where this idea came - part Conan style fantasy homage - part my normal incest style story - and much, much more. I'm sure you'll agree this is not my normal fare and I'm looking forward to hearing your thoughts!

As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters within are simply figments of my imagination! Enjoy.

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Although the great age of heroes and villains is now long past, lost amid the ruin and dust of time, I, the storyteller, remain to remind humanity that giants once walked the Earth, that humans lived, fought and lusted with a furiousness and passion now lost to this race. I alone can tell the tale of Jonos, Conqueror and King, Lover and Loved. Gather around me and revel in the telling of his glory!

Old King Janish stirs restlessly from his throne, wandering the nearly deserted hall to gaze out a window at his capital city of Atria. A bloody moon hangs over the city and he grins up at it. It is a good omen -- a moon of death overlooking bloody deeds below. "By now the deed is done," he mutters to himself, unconcerned with his personal guards always standing nearby.

A soft sob echoes through the room, drawing King Janish's attention from the window and to the woman who sits slumped on the steps leading to the dais of his throne.

His eyes slide unappreciatively over her lovely body, dressed scantily in silk wraps that do little to hide her bountiful breasts and long, shapely legs. "Hush woman," he snaps. "He's my son, too and it must be done." For a moment, he does acknowledge her almost unearthly beauty, but only in that it reminds him of his own aged body, now immune to the lusts and desires of his younger years. "Damn witch," he hisses as he steps by her and resumes his wait on the jeweled throne of Agosta.

He begins to nod off, his thoughts mixing with his dreams. He finds himself in the streets of the city, mist rising up to dim his way. Off in the distance he spies a proud, young man walking towards him. Tall, muscular and striding with the ease and agility of a noble panther, long hair brushing his shoulders as he walks, almost hiding his face...his almost always scowling face. He is flanked by two of the Prince's Guard, cloaked in the red and black colors of the Prince. He hears one of them saying something about a visit to Lynestra's -- Atria's most opulent bordello and the young man laughs lustfully and nods agreement. At that moment, his guards suddenly pull their swords and the young man turns, a look of shock and disbelief on his face as the two armed men close with him. The mist swallows them up and there is an awful scream...

King Janish jerks awake, startled as the great doors to the throne room open with a boom to admit a cloaked and helmeted member of the Prince's Guard. Janish sits up, his heart suddenly pounding. Below him, the woman sits up as well, her lovely, dusky face streaked with tears. Everyone's eyes are drawn to the sword held low by the guard, much of its length darkened by blood that still glistens on the razor edged metal.

"Is it done? Is my son dead, Captain Leone?" the King rasps. "Does your sword bear the heart blood of Prince Jonos?" He stands and takes a step downwards, barely able to control his desire to take the sword and embrace its potential to restore his youth and vigor.

The guard approaches and holds out the sword, hilt first. "Your command was obeyed, my King," a harsh voice replies. 

The woman on the dais begins to weep again, sobbing, "Jonos, Jonos...my child." Ignoring her, the old man descends the dais, laughing and holding out his hands to take the sword, his face alight like a child receiving gifts at Winterfest.

The guard speaks again, "Your command was obeyed, my King, but...Father, your men failed." With one hand, the guard quickly removes his helmet and the long hair of the Prince Jonos tumbles to his brawny shoulders even as with long practiced ease, the long sword in his left hand is twirled and caught at the hilt. 

The King halts, his eyes widening in surprise. "Jonos? Alive??" He backpedals up the steps. "Nooooo. Guards! I am betrayed!" he wails.

The several guards stationed around the throne room begin to move towards the young prince but stop as he holds up his free hand and with a voice used to giving commands, cries out, "NO! I claim the right -- the right of challenge between one who is wronged and the wrongdoer. My father attempts to kill the rightful heir without cause or justification. I now demand the right of satisfaction." As he speaks, he undoes the clasp of the red and black cloak, letting it billow to the ground. A long bloody slash runs the width of his torso, still oozing blood from a nearly fatal strike.

Jonos stands dressed only in the kilt he mostly favors as apparel, his nearly naked body well muscled and gleaming with sweat. He offers his sword up as guarantee to his next words. "Any man who stands against me in my quest for satisfaction will die slowly!"

The guards look uncertainly at each other and then all look to one man for guidance, his colors are the black and purple -- the Captain of the King's Guard. He nods and motions for his men to stand down. "He has claimed the right." The Captain removes his helmut and nods to King Janish. "Your majesty...Prince Jonos, by your leave." He points towards the door and his men march out.

The old King looks on in absolute horror, continuing to back up until he almost stumbles against his throne. "Jonos...there is a misunderstanding. You don't know...I am your father...I AM YOUR KING!" King Janish's face is ashen as he gropes around the arm of the throne until his hand closes around the hilt of "Vanquisher" the sword of Kings for time immemorial that he had once led armies into battle with. He raises it uncertainly and looks at his son. "You owe me your allegiance, boy!"

Prince Jonos smiles back darkly. He begins to climb the steps. "And you had it, Father. I would have given you my life willingly had you but asked. But this rank betrayal...and only to extend your own miserable life. Leone told me everything in the end -- your plans to use sorcery..." The Prince glances over at his mother who is on her knees, staring at him in disbelief, "...and my blood to regain your youth..." Jonos steps up to face his father on the dais. "You want my blood, old man, come take it if you can."

At the taunt of "old man" the King's eyes fill with insane anger and he lunges at his son, the sword slashing through the air with a speed that belies his faded age and vigor, hissing, "Whelp of a whoring witch, I will kill you!" 

The sword descends towards Jonos' unprotected neck only to miss as at the last possible second, the young prince simply steps aside and then before the King recovers, his son drives his own sword home, deep into the King's black heart.

King Janish gives a pained and anguished cry, then squeals like a wounded sow as his son twists his sword and in a soft, almost tender voice, says, "I claim it all, Father. What was yours is now mine," again glancing over at his mother, her face paling as she watches her husband's life blood spill onto the dais. "Everything, father. Your throne, your kingdom, your queen...it all belongs to me now!" 

Jonos twists his sword again, the sound of flesh and muscle tearing echoes wetly across the room and King Janish's final cry of denial and rage die, choked off in a gush of blood from his lips. Jonos gives a harsh laugh and jerks his sword free from his father's still standing body. He stares into King Janish's now sightless eyes and with contempt, shoves the lifeless corpse off the dais to land with a meaty thump. Jonos looks at his dead father with satisfaction, his eyes coming to rest on the sword still in Janish's grasp and then the bejeweled gold ringlet sitting askew on his head.

The young man turns to the Queen and in a voice that brooks no argument commands, "Mother, bring me my sword. Bring me my crown." He eases himself into the throne, making a little grunt of contentment

The woman, her hands clasped at her breast can only stare at her son in amazement for a moment before she can tear her eyes from his nearly naked form and rise to her feet. She tries to ignore her son's frank and interested stare as she walks towards her dead husband, her body moving lithely. She has felt his hungering eyes before, his amongst thousands who have looked with lust upon her comely body.

Her large and magnificent breasts heave mightily under the scant silk wrappings, huge, jewel sized nipples now erect and visible against the filmy material. Her bare, flat stomach and shapely thighs do more than hint at her well toned and fit beauty. Her dark eyes which give her away as a Princess of the far off lands of Elysiis flit again and again to her son, unable to meet his piercing gaze.

She squats carefully, long strands of silk covering her sex, but molding against her pudena, revealing the shape and fullness of her mound. She removes her husband's crown from his head and then pries 'Vanquisher' from his hand. Slowly she then climbs the steps to the foot of King Janish's -- no, now her son's throne. She holds out crown and sword to her son.

Jonos snorts and says in a voice full of derision, "Kneel before your King, mother."

She takes a deep breath and slowly drops to her knees, knowing full well she offers her son a splendid view of her extravagant cleavage. She cannot help but blush before his gaze, especially as she realizes that she is almost face to face with a prominent tenting in her son's kilt. Jonos takes the sword from her and then raises his head and cries out. "King's guards -- you are commanded to enter the Hall."

As if waiting for their cue, the great doors open and the company of the King's Guard just dismissed, march in, accompanied by three men in rich, luxurious robes. The Guard spread out and resume their stations while their captain approaches the throne. The Queen begins to rise, but a single command of, "Stay as you are, Mother," keeps her kneeling before her son.

Jonos nods to the soldier approaching and the Captain of the Guard halts and kneels. "Captain Torrene, did you know of my father's plot to kill me?"

Torrene raises his head and removes his helmet, his short gray hair almost gone white. Despite his advanced years, Jonos knows him as a skilled and deadly warrior. Without hesitation, he replies, "Yes, my majesty. I knew."

Jonos nods and then turns to the new arrivals, each wide-eyed as they stare at the now blood soaked corpse of their King. "Ministers -- Lords Krane, Sykes and Lorrel -- did you know of the King's plot to kill me?"

Each man blanches and looks to the others and then shakes their heads and cry out, "No!" and "Madness!"

Jonos nods watching the Captain's reaction as well as that of his father's closest advisors. He sees something in Captain Torrene's eyes that he doesn't see in the others. "Captain Torrene, who do you serve?"

The old man nods and replies, "I serve the King."

"Am I the King?"

Again the old officer nods and says, "You are, by right of birth and by right of challenge."

"I believe you. Will you continue as my Captain of the King's Guard?"

Something akin to fire flashes in the old man's eyes and he smiles grimly and says, "My life is yours, Sire. Command me."

Jonos smiles, cold and harsh and replies, "Rise, Captain Torrene. Stand ready to serve." He turns again to the advisors. "Gentlemen, who do you serve?"

The three men prostrate themselves and babble, "You, your majesty -- we are yours to command." They look at each other with some signs of relief.

Jonos smiles and says, "Very well. Please throw yourselves out yon window." He points to the very window his father gazed out of scant minutes past. "It is my will that you jump to your deaths."

The oldest of the three advisors, Lord Krane of the Treasury sputters. "Sire? You jest surely?" When Jonos shakes his head in the negative, Krane draws himself up. "My King...I am your Warden of the Treasury. You cannot command me to jump out a window only to die. I'm...I'm...IMPORTANT!" The other advisors nod in agreement.

"No, Krane -- you are mine to do with as I see fit. Captain, help them along."

Tollene replies, "As you command, majesty." A few simple signals and his men are in motion and one by one, the screaming, protesting advisors are hurled out the window -- their cries fading before merging into three wet and crunchy explosions.

All return to their stations and then as one cry out, "Hail, King Jonos!"

Jonos smiles and then returns his attention to his mother. "Mother, am I your king as well?"

His mother finally meets his gaze. "Oh yes, my son...my King. I am yours -- command me."

Jonos smiles and says, "Rise, Queen Celise." He looks at the soldiers in the room. "I am King Jonos, by right of birth and by right of challenge. The Queen of my treacherous father herself swears allegiance and now places the crown upon my brow." He nods and his mother steps up and behind him, so close he can smell her perfume -- jasmine based, as well as sweat and something else. He can feel her full, voluptuous breasts brush against his bare back as she gently places the crown upon his head. 

She steps back and cries out, "King Janish is dead, Long live King Jonos!" Her cry is echoed by all in the room. She moves to step away but Jonos's arm shoots out and takes her wrist in an iron grasp. "Mother, did you know of my father's plot?" He jerks her around and down to fall at the foot of his throne. The violence of his action exposes her right breast, huge and fleshy and for a woman of at least fifty years, marvelously firm and upright without a hint of sagging.

Queen Celise stifles a sudden urge to cry and beg and with her eyes filled with shame, nods quickly and replies, "Yes, my son -- forgive me."

King Jonos snorts derisively and says, "Captain Torrene, have my mother escorted to my father's -- HAH! -- to my chambers and guard her well while I consider her fate." Guards appear on either side of his mother and take her by the arms. She is crying silently now, but does not beg for mercy as she is led away.

Once she has left, Jonos instructs his Captain further. "Summon the High Council. Inform them we shall meet at high noon come the morrow. Spread the word throughout Agosta that I have slain my father in challenged combat and claimed the throne. Let any who would challenge me make their claim tomorrow."

He stands and descends the dais, 'Vanquisher' still in his hands. "Recall Captains Prius and Nasser from the Battle Lines -- have the wizards bring them. I want them here when I awake come morning."

Torrene nods and replies, "As you command, majesty." 

Jonos steps over his father's corpse and strides from the room, followed by two of his Guard, pausing only to call over his shoulder, "Leave that wretch's corpse where it lies." 

He stops in front of his parents' bedchambers. Two Guards stand there already. "Do not disturb me or the Queen till morning," he commands as the Guards take up station. He grins darkly, making the guards swallow and sweat. "No matter what you hear."

Jonos pushes open the doors and slams them shut behind him. Scented candles scattered about, illuminate the room. The opulent bed covered with furs and soft satins and silks sits empty. The room is filled with a lifetime's worth of mementos and trophies from his father's near six decade long reign. A great tapestry divides a small portion of the room from the rest and he stalks over to it and gripping the ancient piece firmly, he rips it to the floor, revealing the Queen's portion of the room -- her lair when the King had dismissed her from his bed, but wanted her to be close at hand.

A small, but luxurious bed sets across from a small vanity with silvered mirror that stands against the outside wall. Before it, his mother, Queen Celise sits, her eyes downcast. Without looking up, she whispers, "My king, what do you wish of me?"

Jonos feels his heart swelling with a storm of conflicting emotions which spur him into enraged action. "Witch, I wish I knew!" He springs towards her, grabbing a fistful of her dark hair and jerks her upright and she screams as he then hurls her across the room, knocking over a teak table and shattering a bottle of Elysiisian wine on the cold stone floor.

Celise lets out a terrified cry and struggles to her feet, her knees skinned and bloody from the impact. Jonos storms towards her, bringing his sword up and touches the tip to his mother's throat. "Should I kill you now, Mother," he hisses, his voice quivering with rage. "Would you have worked the spell for him -- would you have used my blood -- the blood of your son to restore my father's youth and vigor?" He steps closer, his sword tip pressing hard enough to ever so slightly pierce his mother's skin, causing a trickle of blood to run down her long, slender throat. He puts his lips to her ear and whispers, "Did you miss your husband's cock so much that you would kill your son to regain it?"

Celise trembles with fear, but her son's last words provoke an almost angry reaction. "NO!" she cries out. Her hands come up to cup Jonos's face and she says, "You are my son. I love you and I am no dark sorceress! I...how can you even think of such a thing?"

Jonos takes step back and snarls, "You knew! By your own confession you knew what father wanted and you did nothing to stop him!" His right arm tenses as if preparing to run his mother through."

Tears pour down his mother's face as she sobs, "He was King -- I could not betray him!" She tries to reach out and caress Jonos's face again, but he places his hand against her chest and keeps her from moving. Both instinctively shiver as his flesh touches hers, her breast soft and firm beneath his palm. Celise stifles a moan and whispers. "I would have done his bidding as his wife and then I would have killed myself for my deeds.

"You are now my king, Jonos. Believe what you will and do what you will, but know that I have always loved you." Again she shivers as his hand digs into her meaty breast while the point of his sword scratches the soft skin of her throat.

Celise moans as she feels her son's hand clench, tearing into the silk fabric of her wrap. Jonos growls, "I believe you are a devious bitch." His voices grows raspier as he squeezes her breast, the silk giving way and his hands, still stained with his father's blood brushes her flesh. "What is truly in your heart, Mother, I do not ken."

Celise moans as his tight grip on her breast brings both pleasure and pain. Jonos is breathing heavy -- the tent in his kilt reappearing now as his mighty chest heaves. Celise's dusky skin darkens as she blushes with embarrassment and arousal, her heavy and firm breasts bouncing slightly as she shakes with fear and other almost animalistic emotions. Her large, thick nipples swell, perhaps from the cold air, perhaps from something else. Between her legs, she feels her well groomed forest of black hair go from moistness to sodden heat.

"What is in my heart is love," she breathes. "Love for my son, love for the man who has freed me from the depredations of an evil man, love for my King." Celise reaches out and grasps her son just below the knee. "What would you have me do, my son, my king, to prove my love and loyalty to you?" She gazes into the stormy eyes of her son as she speaks, her hand sliding upward a little.

Jonos licks his lips and says softly, "I am the King and you are mine to do with what I will -- do you not agree?" His kilt shifts noticeably as the swelling of the tent becomes more pronounced. 

Celise cannot long bear his gaze and then as she looks downward, she averts her eyes from the obvious erection her son is now sporting. "Y-yes, my majesty," she whispers.


Jonos & the Whore Queen Ch. 01



Jonos chuckles. "What to do with such a conniving witch? He tickles her throat with 'Vanquisher' lifting her gaze to his sneering visage again. "Perhaps I should just kill you. Perhaps I should spare your life and send you to work in the mines in the mountains." He laughs again, harsher and says, "Perhaps I should sell you to Lynestra. You have the body of a fine whore, Mother." He drops the sword from her throat and with his other hand tears the silk cloth from her bosom. Celise moans, her eyes full of fear and desire

"Would you make a good whore, Mother? I imagine men would pay a pretty bit of coin to bed a Queen. What of it, Mother -- shall you be a whore?"

Celise's face continues to darken and she finally raises her gaze to meet her son's stare. "If you command it, my liege, I will fuck every man in the kingdom. If you command it, my king, I will be Lynestra's finest whore. If you command it, my son, I will be your whore." Her hand trembles as she slips it up further under her son's kilt, his mighty hewed thigh leading to his great penis. Celise moans as she tries to wrap her delicate hand around his cock and fails. Her eyes widen -- showing her amazement at his length and girth. Celise's voice cracks as she whispers, "I will be the finest lover you will ever know, my son."

Jonos's eyes gleam with lust and he laughs, tossing the sword across the room and with his fingers digging painfully into his mother's breast, brings her to her feet. "I told Father that everything that was his was now mine, including his queen and so it shall be!" he hisses before mashing his lips against Celises. She moans into his open mouth as his tongue spears between her lips, spreading them and finding her tongue, a fresh duel beginning of wet fleshy tissue.

Celsie's head spins as her son kisses her like a familiar and passionate lover, her tongue coiling around his, spittle dripping down their chins as they kiss hungrily, her sucking on his tongue and then yielding to his hunger as his lips trap her tongue and sucks it, his teeth, trapping and scrapping her soft, wet flesh. 

Through their long and ardent kiss, the queen's hand never leaves her son's erect member, slowly stroking it, her mind racing with awe at its immense size. Jonos's sword hand slips down her mostly bare back until it becomes entangled in the remaining silks that wrap around her lower body. With little effort expended, he rips his mother's remaining garments from her, leaving her naked in his arms.

The young man's lips begin to nuzzle his mother's soft neck, lips smearing with blood from where his sword had been moments before. Celise feels herself begin to swoon, her head falling back, exposing her neck to her son and her full, ripe breasts. She cries out as Jonos ducks his head and bites her long, swollen nipples, the pain rocketing through her body, transforming into knee weakening pleasure.

Suddenly Jonos snarls and flings his mother onto the king's bed. Before she has come to a stop amidst the furs and fine cloth, Jonos is on her like a ravenous beast, tearing his kilt from his body to reveal his great lust for his mother. His cock is swollen and immense, longer than any man's that Celise has ever seen, thicker than any she has known. Her heat beats in trepidation at the thought that she might be assaulted by his mammoth member while her labia begins to pucker with eagerness at the prospect of entertaining his truly kingly cock.

"I am yours, Jonos," she moans, spreading her legs wide, her thick but trimmed pubic hair, parting to reveal her drenched pussy -- her juices literally dripping from her sodden cunt. "I will be your mother, your queen, your whore, my lord!" Celise groans as she thrusts her pelvis at him, fingers digging into the bedding, desperate for her son's immense penis.

Jonos barges between his mother's thighs, laughing at her as he presses his body against hers, a hand intertwining itself in her long, dark hair and yanking her head back and exposing her neck. "Slut, you will be whatever I command you to be, I don't need your declarations of love or fealty. You are mine, wench whore!" 

Celise screams as her the huge head of her son's cock spreads her labia and enters her! It is iron rod and spongy head and thickness itself and opens her as no man or object has ever done before. Her screams escalate as he plunges swiftly and steadily into her womb, ever forward, her own tightness proving to be no obstacle. The silken sheets are ripped as she claws them, her whole body convulsing as if on fire and indeed, her mind and body are consumed by a pleasurable conflagration as she commits incest with her son. Thoughts of buying his mercy or preying upon sentiment are seared from her thoughts as the rapturous joy of mating with her son overwhelms her.

Orgasmic fury sends Celise's screams echoing throughout the palace, no doubt leaving the guards at the door wondering what their new King is doing to his mother, as he fills her completely and still he thrusts forward, stretching her, almost tearing her as he pummels her cervix with his cock!

"JONOSSSS! TOO TOOO MUCH MY KING...SON OH GODSSSSS YOU'RE TOOOO BIG SOOOOO BIG!" Celise sobs, her hands now in balled into fists and she beats at his brawny arms and shoulders in vain as her son begins to piston in and out of her, her pelvis almost pulled along as he withdraws, his meat is wormed inside her so tightly and then she cries and writhes as he thrusts again into her, the pleasure so intense that the difference between it and pain is almost...almost indistinguishable!

Sweat pours from the young king's body as he fucks his mother, he is almost eerily silent as a thousand nights of fantasy become reality and he masters his mother with his mighty penis. His lips alight upon her skin in a hundred places, kissing here and biting there, hands mauling her bountiful, heavy breasts as he bits her nipples hard enough to draw blood. Celise's orgasm is unacknowledged by him although he appreciates the liquid fire of her pussy cream, providing enough lubrication to keep from tearing his mother apart.

Energy born of incestuous passion seems to fill the air -- it almost seems to crackle, albeit the only manifestation evident is the sudden increase in the intensity and height of the flames of the many candles in the room, pulsating in time with Celise's orgasms, fueled no doubt from the sorceress's own fulfilled desires.

Gradually, her struggles to stop the intense sensations of pleasure cease, replaced by a sense of humility and wonder as Jonos seems intent on fucking her forever. Her wordless cries never wane although her voice grows hoarse and strain as orgasm follows orgasm as Jonos relentlessly fucks her.

She is lost in her pleasure and it seems to go on forever, then almost defying belief, she feels her son grow within her, his massive cockhead battering away at her womb seems to grow and then he roars, like the great lion of the savannas, announcing his mounting his mate and thrusts hard and begins to cum.

All previous understanding of orgasmic delight is washed away as now the true joy of incestuous pleasure ignites within Celise as her son and king begins to flood her pussy with steaming hot semen. Like the Great Geyser of the Everfrost Highlands, he does not seem to stop as burst after burst of Jono's cum fills her hungry cunt until she cannot understand how her body can take it all. As ecstasy spreads throughout her body, it as if her very flesh is absorbing his seed and converting it to a form of pleasure she never dreamed could exist.

Celise is so lost in her own rapturous joy that she is totally unaware that she has lost consciousness until she is ripped back into the waking world when pain and pleasure mix as her son grips her hips and pulls his still thick and erect cock from her clasping cunt. Jonos grins as she moans and writhes underneath him as she is deprived of his manhood. "You make a fine whore, Mother," he says as he rolls off her and onto his back. Celise is amazed that while covered with love sweat, her son is scarcely winded.

"Your fine cock would make any woman wish to be your whore, my king," his mother replies, stretching like a lithe panther. "You surpass your father in the bedchamber. You fuck like a god, my son." Celise rolls over on her side, curling up against her son and draping one long and shapely leg over his muscled thigh. Already, she can feel the copious deposit of her son's kingly semen oozing from her well fucked cunt. 

"Bring me wine, whore," Jonos commands, a pleased smile on his face at her compliment. As his mother slithers unsteadily off the bed, he slaps her round bottom, leaving a distinct red hand mark on her ass cheek.

Celise staggers towards the wine cabinet, somewhat shocked at how shaken she feels with her son's seed trickling now down her thigh. She glances back at Jonos and a thrill goes through her body as she feels her words are truth. Her son, lying back on the large bed, appears like a painting of a god, his broad, well muscled body perfect, flawed only by the scars of battle, his long dark hair so much like her own, framing and partially hiding his face, although she can feel his lusting gaze roaming over her body. Most amazing of all is his giant's cock, rising from his mighty thighs like a great redtree, glistening now with his sperm and her juices.

She picks up a bottle of prime vintage and reaches for a goblet, but Jonos's harsh voice commands, "Just bring me the bottle, Mother." She returns to him and he takes the bottle and swings it up and swallows a third with one swig. Celise is unsure of what to do next, but her son decides for her. "Mother, clean me up. It is the duty of a good whore."

Celise shivers at her son's demeaning words and begins to move towards the washbasin with its warm water heated by coals, but then it dawns on her what the new king is truly asking and she murmurs, "It would be my pleasure, my lord," as she climbs onto the bed and kneels over her son's crotch. With eyes turned towards him, watching his amused face, she begins to lick the mixed leavings of their mating off his cock. Celise sighs with desire and pleasure as she licks up thick streamers of semen and cunt cream, savoring it as something akin to the nectar of the gods.

As she tongues up a particularly thick glob of her son's seed, she groans happily and licks her lips, drawing a bark of laughter from Jonos. "Ahhh, Mother, you missed your true calling. All these years wasted as Queen of Agosta when you could have been our kingdom's finest slut." With one strong hand, he reaches out and runs his fingers through her long and now tangled dark hair.

Celise's eyes glow with incestuous lust as her stare pierces her son's very soul while she curls her long tongue around the enormous crown of his penis and whispers in a voice dripping with desire, "For you, my king, I would be both Queen and Whore."

Jonos snorts and replies, "Assuredly you are both -- as to whether you will remain either -- I know you for the conniving sorceress that wed my father and bore me. Whether I should trust you or just fuck you and then kill you...I have not decided."

A shiver passes through Celise's naked body at the casual way her son speaks of her as yet to be divided fate. In a voice that is more confident than she feels, she says, "As I have sworn, my king. I am yours. Command me and I shall obey." She sits up, her tongue flicking out to capture a last bit of sperm on the corner of her mouth and gestures to the nearest open window. "Shall I follow your father's ministers and fly out the window?" The dusky Elissian looks proudly upon her son, her body the epitome of carnality. "Command me, my son."

Jonos again snorts with laughter and answers, "Perhaps later. For now, I would have you mount the King's charger and ride." His voice is full of lust for his mother's mouth has again awakened his long denied incestuous urges. Celise feels the same lust within herself even as her cunt aches from the beating her son's cock gave her just minutes before.

Heart pounding, Celise rises up and swings her shapely leg across her son's body, straddling him, his long erect penis brushing against her thick pubic pelt, her labia still split asunder from earlier, her lips quivering -- kissing his thick shaft as she rises higher, sliding her wet, cumsoaked flesh along his erect cock until she is hovering over it. Celise is almost overcome with emotion and lust and moans, "Oh before the gods, I swear my love for thee, Jonos!"

Celise begins to descend, crying out in both pain and ecstasy as she impales herself on her son's great pole, spreading her open, scraping her flesh deliciously as he fills her as no man has ever done. The sensations of sweet sin are too much and she pauses, having taken only half his cock in her pussy and lets her incestuous orgasm take over, sobbing, "I do love you, my son! I never knew this could be so...so GOOD!"

Jonos hands slide up his mother's comely body, pausing to cup both her bountiful and firm breasts, forefinger and thumbs pinching and pulling Celise's large, rubbery nipples until she cries out in pain that only intensifies her climax. "Mayhap you do love me, Mother. Mayhap you just are a cockslut at heart. Ride me, Mother! Fuck your son as if it has been your life's dream come true." His large hands move to her waist, just above the curve of her hips and with a grunt of satisfaction, he pulls her down, spearing her womb deeper with his mammoth cock.

Celise's eyes snap wide open and she flings her head back and lets fly a scream that makes even the battle hardened guards outside the doors jump in surprise as the white fire of intense sexual pain and pleasure explodes in the wet, steamy and cock filled hole between her legs and sears every fiber of her being. More and more cock disappears inside her pussy, filling her up beyond belief, nudging and then hammering against her cervix until she feels his wiry pubic hair entangle with her own trimmed bush.

Time seems suspended as Celise shudders helpless, trapped on her son's mighty cock in the throes of orgasm. Again, every candle in the chamber brightens and intensifies in strength and her dusky skin gleams with sweat that almost appears to have an unworldly sheen to it as she moans, her unseeing dark eyes flashing with fire. Celise is conscious of the fiery furnace of pleasure that burns between her legs, filling her blood with energy that courses through her body, swelling her nipples till she thinks they'll burst. Every so often, she is aware of Jonos flexing his cock, making it stir her insides as her cunt walls grip his thick shaft so tightly she can feel his heart's pulse.

Abruptly, Celise lets out another soul shredding scream and then it is as if the string is cut and she collapses atop her son's body, crying as only a woman completely sexually fulfilled can. Long minutes pass while she comes to herself, Jonos content to be completely buried in his mother's pussy, her flesh gripping him tightly as if to prevent any escape. He relishes the feel of Celise's immense bosom pillowed out against his chest, her nipples throbbing against his hairless chest.

Gradually, Celise recovers -- the first sign being little kisses on her son's neck and then cheeks and finally, her lips brushing his mouth and her tongue running over his parted lips before venturing inside to be greeted by his tongue. Jonos grunts appreciatively as his mother hunches against his body, wiggling her hips around his buried penis until she almost swoons again. Her arms caress his well muscled shoulders and shoulders before running her fingers through his hair and then into the mountain of furs and pillows above them.

Celise groans, nearing orgasm again as she squeezes her cunt somehow tighter around Jonos's cock and then swift as a lioness, raises up, bringing a dagger to bear against her son's chest, the point positioned exactly above his heart. Celise can feel her son tense up inside her, but his face is impassive, his eyes revealing nothing but the lust he has exhibited all evening.

In a voice that trembles with yearning, Celise whispers, "You doubt my loyalty, my king and you would do well to do so. Many will try and take what is now rightfully yours and you must always be on guard until allegiance is proven." The dagger presses against her son's mighty chest, almost drawing blood.

"Jonos, I could plunge this knife into your heart and snuff out your life before you can draw another breath." Celise groans and tries to resist the swelling ecstasy building between her thighs. Her eyes flash with eldritch fire and the very air around her shimmers as she calls upon her sorceress might. Her voice is lusty as she said, "I can send my powers coursing through this blade and burn your bones to ash. I can slay you right now, my king and you could do nothing to stop it!" The blade breaks skin and a trickle of blood wells up, its thick coppery aroma mixing with the heady scent of semen and cunt that fills the room.

"But, I love you, King Jonos, ruler of Agosta and my heart," Celise sighs, her voice becoming teary. "I adore you as my son and my lover and pray in my heart that you will take me as Queen as was done in ancient times." The point rises up from above her son's heart and she places the blade in her son's hand, closing his fingers around the hilt before guiding it up, point first to place it against her own breast.

The arcane power fades from her eyes, leaving them dark and full of love for her son. "I am yours, my son, my king, my god. My life is yours. End it if you wish." Celise cries out as her orgasm begins to overwhelm her resistance. Her pussy convulses involuntarily, massaging her son's immense cock as she gasps, "If you will not have me, kill me now -- NOW -- OH GODS -- LET ME DIE KNOWING ONLY THE PLEASURE OF MY SON'S COCK!" 

Celise's hand falls away from her son's and she closes her eyes and lets her pleasure take her so she does not see her son smile, this time, the smile of a son who loves his mother. With a flick of his wrist, he flings the knife away, the point burying itself deep in a wooden beam. His hands again tug at his mother's hips, driving his cock as deep as humanely possible in his mother's womb.

In a voice that almost resembles tenderness, Jonos says, "Mother, if you would be my queen, then accept the seed of your son and king!" With a thrust upwards that makes Celise scream, her son laughs and begins to cum, his hot seed flooding her womb, joining and mixing with her own steaming juices that are bathing his cock. Mother and son, queen and king join, backs arching and becoming almost immobile as their mutual orgasm takes them, growing into a carnal conflagration unlike anything either has experienced before.

Celise orgasms as she never has, the pleasure intensifying as for the first time since he was a child, she hears Jonos whisper into her ear, "I love you too, Mother!" For a while she is swept away in an orgasmic flood of joyous rapture. When she comes to herself, she is on her back and groaning as she endures the sweet torture of her son slowly worming his still thick shaft from her still contracting pussy.

As sleep overwhelms her, the last thing she hears is her son's pleased voice. "You will always be remembered, mother as Celise, Whore Queen of King Jonos, the Conqueror."

The sun streams through the eastern windows when Celise awakes, her body aching pleasurably from the night's passions with her son. She rises from the bed and sees him hunched over a desk, frowning as he laboriously scratches with a quill on parchment. Naked, she strolls over and wraps her arms around his wide shoulders and kisses his cheek.

"My king, already hard at work?" she says, letting her fingers wander across his muscled chest while rubbing her breasts lasciviously against his bare back.




Jonos & the Whore Queen Ch. 01



"Taking the crown is easier than running it," Jonos grumbles to her. His kilt begins to tent in response to his mother's attentions, but before he can return her affections, there is a loud knock at the door. The king reaches for 'Vanquisher' before calling out, "Enter!"

Captain Torrene opens the great doors and enters, bowing before Jonos with a flourish. His face is etched with weariness and the King notes approvingly recognizing a man who will get things done as commanded. Torrene takes in the sight of Jonos, his mother standing naked and unashamed at his side. Torrene gives not the slightest sign that he finds this out of the ordinary.

"Report, Captain!" barks King Jonos.

"Sire, Captains Prius and Nasser await you and the High Council gathers even as we speak." The Captain pauses and then continues, "Petitioners clamor for your attention and await your arrival in the Great Hall."

"Excellent. Has anyone issued a challenge to my claim?"

Captain Tollene shakes his head and replies, "Nay, Sire, although there is rumor that Prince Kella takes the news of his brother's death hard and even now is summoning forces to take the throne by force.

Jonos nods and laughs, "I had all but forgotten my uncle, so rare did he attend my father in court. Take all necessary measures -- Captain Nasser will soon be in charge of any necessary response. Tell him and Captain Prius, I will join them in the throne room shortly."

Tollene bows and says, "As you command, King Jonos. Is there any other service I may provide?"

Jonos rises, his arm going around his mother's waist. "Yes, I want you to personally pick out a new retinue to make up my Queen's personal guard. Her safety is in your hands."

Tollene nods and then bows to Celise. "My queen, it will be my honor!"

When he has left, Jonos turns and kisses his mother passionately. "I must go to work -- make yourself presentable and attend me in the Great Hall."

Celise sighs and kisses her son back. "As you command, my king."

The king belts his scabbard on and slides 'Vanquisher' into place. He stares lustfully at his mother and says before walking out, "Remember, mother. You shall be remembered through the ages as the Whore Queen. Dress appropriately."

A delicious shiver ripples through the queen's body, her nipples swelling and moist heat building between her ripe thighs. "As you command, my son and master." 

A short while later the King is on his throne scowling at the splendidly dressed cleric standing before him and daring to scold him. "Jonos...I was your first instructor in the ways of the gods and I know you know that this is an abomination." The cleric points to the stiffened body of the late king Janish, his face darkened in death now, already grinning with the rictus of death.

"Remind me, Patriarch, remind your king of his duties," Jonos says softly, his voice full of menace.

"Your father was king -- king for many years and deserves your respect. King Janish deserves proper burial and interment in the tomb of your family -- not to be left lying on the floor like scraps left for the hounds!" The old man is red-faced, truly angry at the affront to the long time ruler of the kingdom. He is flanked by two grim faced acolytes who stare brazenly at King Jonos.

"My father was a treacherous bastard and will not sully the crypts of the great kings of Agosta," said Jonos. "But you are right, Patriarch Donat, we shouldn't leave his gnarled corpse lying around the Great Hall." Gesturing at the Patriarch's acolytes, "Instruct your servants there to drag this carcass into the street and stand watch over until the city's vermin have disposed of it."

The old man sputters and shakes his head. "Sheer sacrilege, Jonos. This is an atrocity and I forbid it from..." He pauses as Jonos stands up, his hand now resting on the hilt of his sword.. The crowd hovering at the edges of the hall take an unconscious step back.

"Patriarch. If you refer to me as anything but your King again, I will be exercising my royal right to name your successor. You forbid me nothing, old man. As King, I am the head of the Temple of the Gods and you serve me at my pleasure." He and the older man stare at each other until finally the Patriarch averts his gaze. Jonos smiles and then continues. "Have your servants drag that sorry thing into the streets...unless you prefer to see your dear old friend off yourself."

The Patriarch's face flames anew, but he motions to his acolytes and steps back, bowing as he does so. That attended to, the king turns his attention back to the two scarred soldiers standing with Captain Tollen in full combat dress.

"Now, Prius, here is your commission. You are now General of the Army of the Frontier," says King Jonos, extending a scroll to one of the men." 

One of the soldiers steps forward, removing his helmet, revealing a battered, one-eyed visage, testament to decades of fighting. He gingerly accepts the document. "Sire, it will be my honor."

"Your instructions are specific. Assume command and march on the Swamp King's lands, but do not enter. Show strength but not butchery. Tell old N'kumu to gather all his chieftains three months hence and I shall meet with them and we will settle this war like men, not mad beasts. My father's passion for slaying the Swampers ends now. Release N'kumu's son as a sign of my good faith."

General Prius nods and replies, "My Liege, I will attend to it with pleasure." 

Before he can withdraw, another man steps forward from the milling crowd, his face lean and narrow, his bearing military in nature. "My king -- if I may?" 

Jonos looks his way and scowls. "Minister Larass, you have additional thoughts on this matter?" 

There is a low mutter from the crowd amid a sense of more confrontation. Larass smiles and nods. "Sire, I beg forgiveness, but I urge you to reconsider. There are many of your loyal subjects eager to take claim of the Swamp Lands and um, utilize the resources there for the benefit of all. Your father was pursuing our ancient claims upon those lands and we shouldn't let those...savages continue to trespass. "

"Our claims are a sham, Minister Larass, based on documents of dubious origins. The war has claimed too many lives, both our own and those of those savages as you call them, who were until my father and you cooked this scheme up, amongst Agosta's most faithful allies. This war ends now."

Larass bristles at the king's words, but before he can reply, the herald's voice cries out, "All hail Queen Celise!" Another wave of murmuring echoes through the court and then cuts abruptly off as the great doors open and Celise strides in. From habit, all save the King and the guards kneel, but to a man and woman, all fail to avert their eyes -- staring with amazement at the lovely and exotic woman.

King Jonos smiles, pleased to see that his mother has listened to his words. Queen Celise struts proudly towards her son. Her long, black hair is pulled back into a single braid running down her back to brush against her scarcely covered buttocks. Red silk scarves wrap around her waist and pelvis, serving as a short skirt that only hints at the dark haired covered treasure between her thighs and draws attention to her long, curvaceous legs. The silk loin cloth and the high heeled sandals are all the clothing the Queen wears and she marches, breasts bare, firm and high bounce along for all to see. A gold chain hangs on pincher clamps between her breasts, clinging tightly to her engorged nipples.

She pauses before the throne and bows to her son. "I hope, my liege, I meet with your approval." Her bountiful breasts sway hypnotically as she bows forward, looking anxiously up at Jonos. 

Celise is rewarded with a nod and King Jonos points to the top step of the dais between his mostly bare thighs. "You have outstripped all my expectations, Mother. Attend me."

The queen sighs with relief and quickly ascends the steps and sits between her son's legs, leaning her head back on his right inner thigh. She smiles out towards those in attendance in court which stares in shock at the lewd display.

"Outrageous!" cries out the Patriarch. "The Queen Mother should be retiring to a monastery, mourning the death of King Janish. What...why are you humiliating your mother so and making her appear like a common strumpet?"

King Jonos snorts and says, "I assure you, Patriarch, my mother is an uncommon strumpet." He strokes her head and Celise turns and plants a kiss on his thigh -- inhaling his strong musk as she notices his kilt again begin to move. She takes her hand and trails her fingers up and down his ankle. Jonos fixes the high cleric with a stare. "And do not address my mother as Queen Mother. She is Queen still...my Queen."

The king looks all about the room. "Let the word go forth throughout the kingdom. As I claim my father's throne, I claim his wife, the Queen of Agosta as my own. I take my mother, Celise DeKarthus, daughter of the Pharaoh Khanthus XVII, as my wife and queen, as was done in the ancient times. All hail Queen Celise!"

There is a moment of stunned silence and then the King's Guard and the soldiers present shout in response, "All hail Queen Celise!" Captain Tollene spares a glance at Nasser and Prius and they step forward as one, thump their chests with closed fist and cry out, "Long live King Jonos and Queen Celise!" There is a moment's silence and then most of the crowd repeats the cry and break out in applause, men smiling and nodding and more than one woman's face betraying thoughtful expressions.

When the uproar fades, into the quiet, steps the Patriarch, his face scarlet with fury. "This is blasphemy! Incest has been banned in Agosta for centuries! You cannot force your mother into such a shameful cat. I demand you free her of this barbaric claim of yours."

"You protest for naught, Patriarch," says Celise. "I happily pledged my love and devotion to my king, my son and my love. You speak too forcefully and glibly. Your Temple of the Gods has preached a ban on family love, but the right of the son's claim has never been banned. The rest of the civilized world allows it and is blessed by the gods for it." Celise's smile dissolves and in a tight and dangerous voice she adds, "Dare not come between my heart's desire and I or face my wrath, old priest. I will show you power blessed by the gods' approval of the joining of mother and son!"

Another shocked murmur spreads through the court, partly from the Queen's threat and partly because as she speaks, she reaches up into her son's kilt and begins to masturbate his cock.

Jones raises his hand and the Great Hall falls into silence. "There is no debate here. I have spoken. You call the old traditions barbaric, Patriarch. But if one looks out upon Atria and at your beloved temple, it would be well to remember that it was built by those barbarians that lived by the right of son's claim or father's claim. Your priests pontificate and judge them, but how long since you and your ilk could weave the magic capable of building such a pyramid!"

The Patriarch trembles, his face indicating imminent apoplexy. "Jo -- King Jonos, you would bring your kingdom down in ruins. You dare too much too soon!"

King Jonos laughs derisively even as his mother exposes his manhood, now swollen and huge, eliciting whispers from those in the court and more than one awed sigh from the women in attendance. Queen Celise opens her mouth and covers the head of her son and now husband's erect penis and begins to suck it as he replies, "I will raise my kingdom back to its days of glory, old man. One can only do so if he dares great things." 

Jonos grips the braid of his mother and wife's hair and jerking it forward, forces more of his cock into her mouth, making her moan with desire as he says, "I am not afraid to dare and to take what is mine. Heed my mother's warning well. I decree the right of a son's claim to be lawful -- as well as the right of a father's claim. Let he who would oppose my will know they risk peril."

The king dismisses the priest with a wave and turns his attention back towards Minister Larass who has stood in stunned silence since Queen Celise's entrance. Jonos settles back, spreading his thighs to allow his mother better access, pleased to see her attempting to deep throat his shaft even though he knows it is near impossible. Her gurgles and wet grunts mix with his spirited exchanges with the member of the High Council until he suddenly holds up his hand for silence.

"Ah, Mother, you are truly a Queen of Whores," Jonos moans and then he laughs as his climax explodes and he begins pumping Celise's mouth full of blistering hot semen, so much that she is unable to swallow it all and it streams from her cock filled mouth to drip down her chin and splash onto her heavy but youthful breasts. When finally he is drained, Celise lets her head fall back to be cushioned by his hard thigh, smiling with a mouth full of the king's seed drooling onto her mostly naked body.

The day passes with many petitioning King Jonos to be heard, many seeking to retain positions held under the old King while others protest or proclaim support for the new ruler's pronouncements. 

Amid the many duties of the day, Queen Celise pleasures her son and king twice more, each time proudly sucking the King's cock in total view of the entire court. The clothing concealing her cunt becomes sodden, molding itself to her mound and King Jonos mercifully grants her spoken request to pleasure herself as well while she sucks his cock that third and final time. Sitting on the steps of the dais, her head thrown back and her son's cock buried in her mouth, Celise will spread her legs wide and plunge three fingers in and out of her pussy until her choked screams of orgasm draw everyone's attention away from a debate with Minister Larass on another foreign policy issue.

Rumors trickle in that Jonos's Uncle Kellas is marching with an army and wizards to avenge his brother and claim the throne for himself. "Direct confrontation is not Kellas's way, my son," murmurs Queen Celise from between Jonos's thighs, nuzzling her son's semi-erect cock with her semen splattered cheeks. "Like Janish, Kellas believes that sometimes more can be accomplished by deceit and assassination than with open war. Be wary, my King."

Jonos agrees, but appoints Captain Nasser as General of the First Legion of Agosta and directs him to prepare for open war with any challenger. It is well after dark before the new King calls an end to the day and taking his Queen by the arm, retires to the King's chambers.

Queen Celise leans against her King's strong body while his hand cups her buttocks, fingers slipping down the crack between her shapely cheeks until he can slip fingers into her soaked cunt. The guards on the chamber doors salute as they pass, their faces impassive as they observe the Queen's face slack-jawed with exquisite pleasure. When the doors are closed behind them, Jonos takes his mother in his arms and kisses her hungrily, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and sucking on her lower lip. When he pauses, he smiles and reaches up with one hand and tugs gently on the chain held in place by the nipple clamps. "I'm very pleased, Mother. Your conduct today would make any whore proud."

Celise begins to reply, but falls silent as her son suddenly places fingers upon her lips with one hand while the other pulls 'Vanquisher' from its scabbard. Jonos cocks his head to one side as if listening to some far off noise. Celise shivers and then hears cries of "Defend the King!" from beyond the doors.

Jonos snarls, "Stay here!" and turns towards the door and then comes to an abrupt halt. He sniffs the air and spins around, bringing his sword up. He sniffs the air again and hisses, "Be alert. We are not alone!"

Celise's eyes grow wide, but she, being a daughter of Elysiis, reacts out of a lifetime of training. Her fingers trace eldritch symbols in the air, causing the very air to shimmer with energy which with another gesture she pushes outward so the shimmer expands throughout the room.

A brutish growl fills the room as shadows are stripped away, revealing, a large figure which flings itself at mother and son, a blur of teeth, claws and furs. King Jonos swears and pushes his mother to the side, taking an off balance swing at the intruder and missing while it in turn slashes long nails across his chest, causing lines of blood to well to the surface. Jonos rolls and comes up in a crouch, sword at the ready, in front of his mother. Blood trickles from the slash marks scored across his chest.

From outside the doors, men's cries and the sharp clang of weapons crossing in battle are heard. Inside the room, the beast turns, snarling and drooling -- yellow eyes burning with hatred as it advances towards the king and queen. "By the Gods -- a werewolf!" gasps Celise. Without thinking of her own safety, she ducks under her son's arm and again makes arcane gestures and great gouts of flame erupt from her fingers and envelope the monster advancing towards them.

The flames seem to lick at his fur and do nothing as Celise cries out in frustration. "This creature is warded. I cannot hurt him!" 

Jonos curses, both at the wolfish creature and at his mother's impulsive actions. "Damn it, bitch. Stay out of my way!" He grabs her by her long braid and flings her back, saving her life as the werewolf charges again, intent on disemboweling her. Jonos tries to strike with his sword, but in saving his mother, is unable to complete his swing and a powerful blow from the creature's fist sends him reeling. Another swing of the monster's claw tears at his face and then it slams him into a wall, stunning him, 'Vanquisher' clattering to the marble floor.

The creature throws back his head and howls in triumph before moving to close with the dazed king and finish him off.

"NO!" screams Queen Celise, her mind reeling as she tries to comprehend a way to stop the beast. Having shrugged off her most potent offensive spell, she knows instinctively that such overt power will not stop the lycanthrope. She climbs to her feet and she acts completely out of pure instinct. Her hand plunges between her legs, scooping up precious fluid of her own arousal. "Aramour!" she cries, flicking her own cunt cream at the muzzle of the beast, the liquid love shimmering with arcane power as the scent of pussy suddenly fills the room.. 

Drops of her pussy juices splatter on the werewolf's moist muzzle and he swings his head around as he comes to a complete stop -- his cruel eyes completely focused on the beautiful woman, the stunned Jonos forgotten. Queen Celise stands tall and proud, her breasts jutting out as she tears the silks concealing her loins away from her body. Her fear combines with the arcane lust of the spell she has just cast to make her nipples and labia to swell and a sexual flush to spread across her face and chest.

The werewolf's long, lascivious tongue lashes out and licks her wetness from his muzzle and he begins to snarl, advancing on the queen. With bravado in her voice that she doesn't truly feel, Celise hisses, "Come, foul beast. Killing can wait, now is the time for rutting!" She again slides her fingers through her wet labia and holds soaked and glistening fingers up for the monster to see.

The beast stalks towards her, eight feet tall and thick furred sinewy limbs. Celise shudders as it comes upon her, its rough pelt brushing against her flawless, dusky skin, claws gripping her arms and its muzzle striking, only to stop short of a bite, choosing instead to lap at her fingers like a hound parched from the hunt. Celise looks down, trying to avoid its cruel yellow eyes and its stinking breath. She groans as she spies its penis, long and hard, a lupine knot emphasizing its unnaturalness, emerge from a sheath between its hind legs.




Jonos & the Whore Queen Ch. 01



One claw reaches out and yanks the gold chain hanging between her breasts, making her cry out as the nipple clamps hang on tight to her large meaty nubs. Celise is thrown against the bed, face down and she cries out in fear as she feels the werewolf's weight come down upon her. Something long and stiff rubs against the inside her thighs and then she is pushed forward and lifted onto hands and knees. The bed shifts as the monster climbs on, its foreclaws scratching her belly as it lifts her pelvis up, raising her ass up high in the air.

It pauses and fearing the beast's attention is beginning to waver, Celise looks over her shoulder and wiggles her buttocks, offering the werewolf the almost universal signal of a female in heat desiring to be mounted. The knobby cockhead brushes against her mound and seems to almost drink of her wet arousal, swelling as the beast crouches and then plunges with an angry snarl.

Queen Celise's body goes rigid as she feels the lycanthrope's cock plunge deep and swiftly into her pussy, one claw digging into her belly as it keeps her pelvis properly tilted while the other claw slides up her body to cup a meaty breast, nails digging deeply into her lush breast flesh. As the first nonhuman penis ever pierces her cunt, Celise lets out a soul rending scream. Her mind reels, in part from fear, knowing she and her son are mayhap moments from death and in part from the horrible realization that there is deep within herself something that is responding to this inhuman rape! 

Jonos's voice echoes in her mind, his words, "Ah, Mother, you are truly the Queen of Whores," reverberating in her thoughts even as her body responds to the werewolf's carnal assault. As the beast plunges into her wet cunt again and again with his long penis, Celise struggles and loses to resist the lewd needs of her body. OH GODS, I AM A WHORE! I LOVE THIS, her mind screams as she lifts her ass higher while the werewolf snarls and slobbers, his long tongue rolling over the nape of her neck, making her shiver with unnatural delight. 

Celise's efforts to get more of the werewolf cock inside her spasming cunt earn her an unexpected reward. She sobs with pleasure and pain as its lupine knot presses against her quivering labia and then as she recalls the size of the knot and the implications it portends, the queen attempts to resist, but too late as the werewolf shifts its hind legs for better leverage and thrusts hard, forcing the meaty knot of cockflesh into her cunt, filling her in a way she never imagined and producing pleasure so intense that it is only a fraction away from pain.

Celise's orgasm rips through her even as it seems the lycanthrope's meat will tear her apart. Blood drips from her breast as the monster's nails dig deep and it increases its pace, rapidly plunging into her, the knot preventing it from withdrawing more than a little from her battered womb. Tears flow down her face as the beast makes her cum and cum and cum yet again.

A shadow crosses the joined human and creature and Jonos's voice, harsh and angry, rasps, "By the Gods, you whore, will you fuck anything?" The werewolf yelps in surprise as a wet and meaty noise results from a fist being driven into its head. Celise screams as the beast jerks back, trying to withdraw, but prevented by the thick knot wedged inside the woman's wet and steamy cunt.

Pain and pleasure conspire together to take the queen's orgasm to a new level. Amidst her screams of ecstatic agony, she glances over her shoulder to see her son and husband take hold of the lycanthrope's head and begin to slowly twist. The monster yelps and screams in pain, limbs scrabbling for a hold, attempting to break the king's lethal assault, but only managing to scratch Celise's back and thighs -- its cries mixing with her shrieks of lusty pleasure.

The wolf creature lets out a long, unearthly howl, full of pain, confusion and desire as its bestial intelligence and desire to survive war with its animal urges to mate. Jonos roars with rage, muscles swelling with effort to tear the monster's head from its body while Celise sobs with pleasure, her cunt muscles clamping tightly around the werewolf's cock. The beast's struggle to get free, propel it backwards, dragging the orgasming queen with him, caught fast on his swollen knot.

Jonos grunts and stains, halting the backwards movement and then shoves forward, driving the werewolf's body against his mother, driving the beast's cock deeper, his knot spreading Celise's cunt even wider. The monster's body yields to the age old instincts and Celise begins to scream anew as the werewolf's hot seed begans pouring into her womb, spreading out like burning oil and bringing her to an orgasm that is unlike any she has ever known.

The white fire of inhuman pleasure courses through the queen's body, bringing with it, knowledge. Celise now understands why the wolf howls and the great jungle cats scream and shriek in the night. She comprehends the bellows of the great buffalo in rut and the triumphant trumpet of the war elephants in their breeding pens. The pure and savage joy of being mounted and brought to bestial orgasm rip away every shred of Celise's humanity as she surrenders to the sheer carnal delight of being filled with the beast's semen. Her voice grows hoarse with her screams of pleasure even as the sound of ripping sinew and snapping bones fill the air.

There is a single forlorn yelp and the lycanthrope falls lifeless in Jonos's embrace. He flings it off the bed, triggering a cry of pain and loss from his mother as her cunt yields up the beast's cock. Jonos's eyes are full of fire fueled by battle, his cock erect and jutting out from beneath his kilt. He lets loose with a savage scream, proclaiming his victory won with his own hands.

The king gazes down at his mother, still kneeling, thighs spread wide, her cunt gaping wide and oozing copious amounts of the monster's semen and her body scratched and bleeding. Celise's eyes are wild-eyed with lust as she looks over her shoulder at her son and lord. "Take me, Jonos. I beg you -- fuck your mother now!" The queen reaches back with one hand, fingers wiggling, eager to grasp her son's cock.

King Jonos breathes heavily, his nostrils flaring as he takes in the scent of sperm and pussy and mayhap the bloodlust is upon him thanks to the thrill of battle or mayhap remnants of his mother's sex spell is still present in the room -- whatever the case might be, he snarls, tearing his kilt from his bleeding and bruised body and moves towards his mother.

"Whore Queen, you would dare offer your sex to me befouled with that thing's seed? I'll fuck you, Mother, but I insist on a virgin hole!"

Celise moans, a part of her understanding his meaning and quivering with fear at the pain to come, while yet another part of her moans with need, aching to be violated and used. That part of her wins out and she reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks. "Fuck me, my King! Fuck my ass with your godly cock!"

Jonos kneels behind her, his hands gripping her taut cheeks as he presses his swollen cock head against Celise's brown, puckered hole. The sole lubrication is the drops of precum oozing from his mammoth cock, but lack of lubrication does not hinder him and he thrusts his erect penis forward, forcing his way into his mother's anus with a satisfied roar.

The air again quickly fills with Queen Celise's screams as she is split asunder, Jonos's cock worming its way into her hot, moist asshole. Pain sweeps through her body, rendering her almost unconscious as she slumps down, her face pressing into the furs and silks of the bed, her fingers clawing at the bedding. Out of instinct, she tries to scrabble forward, away from her son's invading erection, but Jonos reaches out and grabs her by the hair, her braid long undone, her dark mane now tangled and wild. He yanks her back, reining in her escape while he thrusts again and again, burying his throbbing cock deeper into her asshole.

Celise begs for mercy in Agostian and Ilysii, her body on fire from the cock now buried deep in her bowels. Jonos laughs as he hauls her back, pulling her up against him, up onto her knees in an upright position, her pubic hair scratching her smooth cheeks, his free hand squeezing her mauling her proud and bloody breasts while he nuzzles her neck and face, bending her head back further so he can force his mouth down on hers, his tongue finding and capturing hers, sucking and licking.

His fingers pinching her now slippery nipples sparks new pain within her, but pain mixed with pleasure and as her body recovers from his initial anal assault, her body begins to respond to her son's throbbing penis and pain transforms into ecstasy, the incestuous pleasure spreading throughout her body. Her screams escalate and her near unconscious state is again replaced by a ravenous beast of lust. Celise begins to return her son's kisses, biting and sucking at his thick digit as their tongues dance feverishly.

"FUCK ME, MY KING. FUCK YOUR MOTHER WITH OHHHHHH YESSSS THAT GODCOCK!" Queen Celise croons as she again crosses into the realm of orgasmic joy. She wiggles her ass, thrusting back as Jonos fucks her.

"Oh yes, Mother -- my whore. You love your cock! Like a good whore queen you would fuck any cock offered up, wouldn't you my queen?" Jonos is overcome with his lust, battering his mother's asshole without mercy. The king shoves her back down and without breaking stroke, he somehow rises to his feet, never ceasing his thrusts into his mother's tight anus, crotching behind her like a beast in rut, hugging her body to him as he fucks her with almost inhuman speed.

Queen Celise squirms and writhes under her son, screaming until her voice is almost gone as he fucks her ass until she is almost unconscious, only coming to life again as Jonos thrusts deep one last time and empties his heavy balls, pumping her bowels full of hot semen. The beautiful, but battered woman flops convulsively on his cock, her orgasm rendering her voiceless -- able to manage only a husky groan as she cums one last time.

King Jonos throws back his head again and roars victoriously, his mother impaled on his cock. In the quiet that follows, he senses they are not alone and turns to find several of his guard and a bloodied Captain Tollene standing before him. Faces are full of shock or awe at the sight of the mighty warrior fucking his mother's asshole.

"Nothing like a good fight to make fucking all the better, eh, Captain?" King Jonos says, the rage in his voice gone, replaced by satisfaction and pride.

Tollene smiles and nods, replying, "You are correct, King Jonos and I expect your men will following your, um, kingly example before the dawn." He gestures at his men, all of whom bear the signs of battle, spears and swords red with blood, dented and bloodstained shields and wounds still open and raw.

"When the men have had their pains tended to send them to Lynestra's -- tell the money grubbing whore to send me the bill," Jonos orders. He grips his queen's buttocks for leverage and with a satisfied grunt pulls his still thick cock free from his mother's asshole, drawing a sharp cry of pain and pleasure from Celise.

Jonos reaches for her long hair and pulls her around as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, drawing his exhausted mother's face into his crotch. "Clean your King's sword, Mother," he commands. Celise moans, weary, but she eagerly begins to lick her son's semen covered cock, the taste thrilling her -- his salty flavor mixed with the earthy funkiness of her asshole. As she sucks her son clean, Jonos looks up at the captain of his personal guard. "Report," he says.

"My liege, the palace was attacked by a mixture of your uncle's personal guard and assassins hired out of the Southlands...Nedalians." There is disgust in his voice. One of the palace wizards brought them in through a teleportal. General Nasser killed him. The fighting was fierce, but I -- we've been ready since last night. We lost eight men, but the assassins have been killed to a man -- none escaped." Tollene turns to regard the corpse at the foot of the bed. "I see you had no problem here -- who was he?"

King Jonos leans over and considers the naked dead man lying on his stomach, his head twisted around and staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Queen Celise takes one last long slurp of her husband and son's shaft and looks down at the corpse. "Werewolf, Captain Tollene," she says in a voice harsh and raw from screaming. "Look at the pointed ears, the nails and the pentagram branded on his shoulder. "The Lycanthrope Guild of Nedal. Janish's brother employed their best often, both for himself and for Janish."

Celise points down at the dead creature. "There is a medallion on him. Bring it to me, Captain. Take care not to touch it with your bare hands."

Tollene uses his boot to roll the werewolf over. A small medallion hangs on a choker chain around his neck. A quick flick of the captain's sword breaks the chain and after looking around, Tollene picks up a scrap of Celise's cunt stained silk garment and uses it to pick up the medallion, his mouth twisted with distaste as if sensing the magic within. He hands it to the Queen. "Careful, my lady," he says softly.

Celise picks it up and examines it carefully. "A protective charm and a powerful one at that," she announces after studying the runes etched upon it. "No wonder my Fireburst spell did not work."

"Who made it," asks Jonos. "One of my wizards?" He speaks with hatred in his voice. The King is a warrior, bred and trained to fight with sword, spear and fist and hates the arcane arts.

Celise shakes her head and said, "No, my king. I recognize the craftwork. It was created by Kallas's wife, Nesharina. Like your father, he wed a magic user -- only she is Nedalian, schooled in their dark arts." She reaches out and takes her son's hand. "The attack on the palace was a feint. This beast was the true killer and was gifted with a powerful artifact. This item is a year's hard work for a practitioner of the art and its cost goes beyond materials and time. Part of Nesharina's lifeforce is bound within this medallion."

King Jonos nods his head and looks at his new wife approvingly. "A deadly and costly gamble on my uncle's part. So be it." He stands, swaying slightly from the aftereffects of battle and the sex that followed. "Captain Tollene, Send word to General Nasser to march on my Uncle's holdings. My wizards are to accompany him. I want Kallas's strongholds leveled and his head on a platter within two fortnights. Announce my decree -- any who stand with my uncle die -- they and all of their line."

"The general is already gathering his forces together. Your will shall be done, my liege." Captain Tollene turns to leave, but pauses to consider his bloodied king and queen. "King Jonos, you and the Queen have suffered wounds. Shall I summon the healers?"

Jonos eyes widen and he looks down at his bloody chest and arms, touches his torn face, then turns and gazes upon the bloody body of the queen -- blood seems to cover her naked body, several cuts and scratches evident. His cock stirs at the sight though. Celise appears as some kind of avatar of the warrior angels and her bloody nudity only seems to arouse him. "Aye, Captain, send the healers to us." 

He pauses and studies his mother more carefullyl kneeling on the bed next to him. He snorts derisively as he spies semen oozing from both her well fucked anus and cunt, pooling on the bed between her thighs. Summon the Queen's handmaidens as well. She is in need of being cleaned up after this night's adventures." He grins at his mother who stares back, blushing but unashamed.

Captain Tollene nods and signals his men to move out. As he nears the door, Jonos calls out. "Quite a first day as King, eh, Captain?"

Tollene turns and grins at his King. "An interesting beginning, Sire. I suspect that this will actually be one of the quieter days of your reign." He exits to the sound of Jonos's riotous laughter.

King Jonos takes a sip of wine as he watches the sun rise from the great window of his chambers. He scratches absently at his stomach, the newly healed skin over his wounds a pinkish weal contrasting with his mostly bronze skin -- harshly tanned from many days in the wilds. He marvels at the ability of the healers to mend his wounds so quickly although he curses that damned itching that will persist for several days.

A moan from the king's bed draws his attentions away from the beauty of the sun revealing the beauty that is his city of Atria. Celise is on her hands and knees, a position he finds pleasing. Beneath her lies a young, blonde-haired girl, scarcely eighteen, her freckled face glistening with his mother's juices and the seed of the dead assassin. She has an unusually long tongue and has been working on cleaning Queen Celise's assaulted cunt for most of an hour. 

Kneeling behind the queen is an ebony skinned girl, her long black hair streaming down to her ass. Like the other, she has not yet seen her nineteenth birthday yet. She has his mother's ass cheeks spread and is spearing her tongue deep into Celise's asshole, scooping up blobs of the king's seed, still hot inside the queen's tight anal passage. Every so often, she pauses and clambers around to share Jono's semen with his mother who insists it should not go to waste. Watching them kiss rouses the King's ardor and when the last of the lycanthrope's sperm has been sucked from his mother and wife's womb, he intends to follow the servants' redemptive tongue bath with a renewing and cleansing fuck from her lord and master.

Jonos regards his mother in a new light. That she is a whore, he has no doubt -- in truth, it is part of his attraction to his mother, her capacity to yield to her baser desires. Even in the lust of battle as he stalked towards the werewolf as it fucked the queen, he was in awe and aroused by her succumbing to the carnal pleasures the beast offered. And now there was more...

His doubts about her loyalty were now washed away. She had done what she had done to save his life -- although he had been stunned and unable to rise for long minutes from the blow to the head, he had known that instantly. She above all others was above reproach now. He could rely on her, trust her and use her as he saw fit.

King Jonos knew that his own lusty soul was born of his mother's own sluttish ways. He indeed would insure that in times to come, the stories of the Whore Queen Celise would be many and wondrous to hear, just as he would carve his own legend upon the world. He grinned and stood, his cock now slapping against his cock. Striding around the bed until he was in front of his mother, he took in her great beauty and felt his cock swell even more.

Celise's face was contorted with the sweet ecstasy of the young women's loving tongues. Her lips and chin were smeared with the blonde handmaiden's own pussy juices. Her eyes suddenly focused and she smiled, weary yet aroused by the sight of her son's long and thick cock in front of her.

"My son and king -- may I -- ummmm Gods..." Celise shivered from the talented ministrations of her servants. She licked her cream covered lips and began again. "My son, may your mother and queen please you?"

Jonos smiled, both love and cruelty on his face. "Oh yes, Mother, yes," he replied as he guided the swollen head of his penis between his mother's open lips, her tongue rolling over the crown. "You will please me, now and forever."

So ends this first chronicle of Jonos and his Whore Queen. Go now and pleasure each other in their memory. There will be more stories...many stories to come...



Jonos & the Whore Queen Ch. 02



Finally, here you have the long awaited Chapter two of the Jonos storyline, although this will be more of Celise than Jonos. This has been one of the more difficult things to write and has taken me down roads I've not traveled often. I very much look forward to hearing your reaction. 

It's long (the longest story I've ever posted here), so get comfortable and enjoy!

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So it came to pass that Jonos, son of King Janish and Queen Celise, usurped the crown, slaying his father and making his mother his own woman, proclaiming her his Whore Queen of Agosta. Many supported the mighty warrior's claim due to his father's evil ways, but others, feeling threatened by the righteous anger of Jonos over the sins of his father and his cronies would ally themselves with Kallas, the brother of the slain king.

Jonos marched the Imperial armies of Agosta to wage war on Kallas, whose wickedness was perhaps even greater than that of his brother. Thrice did Jonos come to the field of battle against Kallas, but treachery was afoot and Kallas always knew his plans -- yet Jonos always drove Kallas from the field, but could not pursue due to the losses borne of vile betrayal. Finally, Kallas withdrew to the great mountain fortress called Bloodgate upon whose granite walls; armies since the beginning of time have destroyed themselves. 

So it came to pass that here would the Whore Queen prove her love to her son and lover beyond all doubt and here where the final contest between Jonos the Usurper and his uncle would came to pass. Gather to me and listen for these were the days of true heroes and this is but one tale of many...

Kallas, self proclaimed King of Agosta sits brooding on his throne, the shadows creeping across the great throne room as the sun slowly sinks behind the jagged spires of the western range of the Iron Shard mountains, his mood darkening as gloom takes the room. The news this day has been troubling at best. Seemingly, all news has been troubling since word had reached him five months ago that his agent's mission to slay his nephew, the usurper Jonos, failed in Atria.

Now word of Jonos's army approaching had come, led by Nasser, that upstart officer who began life as the son of goat-herders. Kallas mutters to himself, more guttural growls than actual words as he again seethes with anger that a commoner-born has been sent to arrest him.

"Hah!" Kallas barks. "His army will die upon the walls of the Bloodgate as has every army ever to approach this fortress." The older man actually trembles, his lank, gray hair falling to cover his troubled visage.

"My liege," says a soft voice at his side. "To whom are you talking?" Kallas glances at his wife and consort -- his Queen Nesharina. Her cobalt blue eyes stare back at him, brilliant against her pale, almost pure white skin and framed by the long, coal black hair that betrays her Nedalian heritage. She is like a beautiful corpse, preserved and animated. Her face is alight with hatred and wickedness, reflecting the black thing deep within her that passes for her soul.

"No one, dearest," he replies. "I grow weary of waiting for that whelp of a nephew to come and confront me so I can end this mockery of his 'kingship.' I want to see his head on the spikes upon the walls of Bloodgate."

Nesharina smiles, an expression that would chill the blood of most mortals should they be so unfortunate as to view it, and she rises from her throne chair and crosses over to her husband, moving slowly as she comes to lay her hand on his arm. 

Her body moves with an almost serpentine grace, her gown is immodest but still covers her, hinting more at her smallish breasts and shapely legs than revealing them. "Be patient, my love. My father will soon be marshalling the legions of Nedal and come to your aid and Jonos and his ilk will be caught between the anvil of the Bloodgate and the hammer of the Obsidian Legions. Agosta shall be yours, my love." Her nails dig into Kallas's arm as she shivers with excitement at the thought of so much blood soon to flow.

Her arousal makes things stir in the shadows of the darkening throne room and she pauses to settle them down before continuing. "And remember, my love, we will soon have a guest that will drive Jonos to such anguish as the fool never dreamed existed." She starts to continue, but a commotion erupts from beyond the great hall and Nesharina takes a few steps down off the dais and then turns to her husband and says. "My King, I believe our guest has arrived.

There is a trumpeting of great horns and then as guards push open the huge doors -- twenty feet tall and twelve feet wide, Kallas's chamberlain scurries in and say, "King Kallas, the giants...the giants have come!" He speaks with uneasy glee in his voice. "My liege, they were successful!"

Kallas smiles evilly at this and then turns and nods to a soldier standing nearby who quickly bows and hurries from the room via a hidden door behind the throne. Kallas sits up straighter in his throne and says shrilly, "Bid them enter and deliver to me my prize!"

Scarcely does he utter the words when pushing through the great doors comes five huge creatures -- their skin a burnished and worn amber as if they'd spent centuries standing against harsh mountain winds which has bleached out the long, stringy and colorless hair hanging down past their shoulders. The smallest of them stands almost twelve feet high and the greatest of them is over fifteen feet in height and forced to duck beneath the archway of the great doors. All are dressed in stitched together animal skins, forming crude jerkins that hang to their knees. On their backs are cruel axes that could cleave men in two with one strike and stained with blood which prove that they have done exactly that.

The biggest giant steps forward, dragging a naked human woman with him. "King Kallas, we have come and we claim our bounty!" He shoves the woman towards the throne, the force of his action causing her to stumble and fall hard to her knees.

King Kallas rises from his throne, eyes ablaze with eagerness as he peers down at the woman, naked and filthy, her body and hair gummy and crusted with some whitish substance. The woman raises her head, brilliant green eyes blazing with anger and with one defiant whip of her head, throws her black hair away from her face and says calmly, "Kallas - Jonos would kill you slowly for this."

Kallas claps his hands together like a child given a new toy and replies, "Ah, Celise! So happy are we to see the widow of our late, murdered brother!" He gestures and two guards emerge from the shadows and jerk her to her feet.

Queen Celise jerks away from their grasp and takes a step forward, fists clenched and preparing to swing. Kallas steps back, suddenly uncertain in the fierce heat of the true queen's ire, his hands jerking upwards to fumble at the talisman hanging from his neck. "Your magics will not avail you here, Celise."

Celise's eyes narrow and she recognizes the talisman as similar to one she had encountered just a few months before. She smirks and then gazes around the room until she spies Nesharina still standing by her husband's throne. "Yes, I recognize your wife's baubles. Poorly made, my dear, but if one doesn't mind the costs, its good to have a hobby of sorts. How many years have you sacrificed, Nesharina? You still look well...for your age."

Nesharina's face twists into a snarl as she replies, "You would do well to hold your tongue, Whore Queen, lest I cut it from your mouth. Pray we have mercy on you and merely sell you to a whorehouse after your son is put to the sword.

The giant snorts and says, "Enough...argue later. King Kallas, we would be paid our bounty and return home. We have been long enough from the heights of the Iron Shards."

Kallas scowls up at the giant and replies, "Mind your tone, Garlchrissh. Remember who commands here."

The giant shrugs his shoulders. "We have done as you asked and brought you the usurper's woman, alive and unmarked. Give us our gold and we will leave."

Nesharina steps down from the dais and studies Celise closely. She leans in, mindful of Celise's reach and sniffs the beautiful woman's body. She turns and grins up at the giant. "Alive and unmarked, indeed, but perhaps a little used!" Turning back to Celise, she sneers, "Whore Queen indeed."

The giant ignores Nesharina and glares down at Kallas. "We would be paid now, King Kallas!" he says, his brow becoming stormy.

"Yes, yes. Let us be done with it!" He snaps his fingers and then retreats to the dais, motioning his wife to follow. An armored soldier brings forth a small wooden chest and places it before Garlchrissh.

The giant frowns and kneeling down, opens the chest, thick, stubby fingers running through the gold coins within. He stares angrily at Kallas and says in a growl, "This is perhaps a thousand gold! The agreement was five thousand if we brought you the Whore Queen alive!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Kallas replies, "Yes, the agreement was for five thousand gold marks. I have decided to change it. Take it or leave it, but now I grow tired of your presence -- choose and be gone."

Garlchrissh takes a step towards the throne and says "You break your oath, Kal..." his voice trails away as he hears a hundred men shift their feet above them. He looks up to see a balcony that runs the entire length of the throne room, filled with men, all aiming crossbows at him and his comrades.

"Yes, Garlchrissh. I changed our, um -- arrangement. You may take the gold and go in peace or accept alternative payment -- twenty bolts apiece, no doubt tipped with one of my queen's more inventive poisons." Kallas smiles wryly at the giant, his voice growing harsher as he continues. "Choose your fate now, mountain giant."

Celise turns to study the giant, his visage a storm of emotions as he struggles between choosing life or honor. Ignoring the guards around her, she closes with the giant. "Garlchrissh," she says softly. "Take the gold and leave knowing you acted honorably -- to this would be king and to me. I bear you no ill will for your role in these affairs and would be happier knowing you roam the Iron Shards, free and alive. Go and find a strong giantess and make babies with her."

The giant looks down at her, a curious look on his face. Celise smiles up at him even as her hand strokes his gnarled and muscled thigh and then slides upward under his jerkin where she begins making a slow pumping motion. Garlchrissh's scowl smoothes out into a blissful grin and he nods and replies, "As Queen Celise commands." One rough hand reaches down to pick up the chest while the other strokes Celise's face. As a rough hewn finger crosses her lips, she smiles and licks the large digit.

Garlchrissh steps back to his comrades who all are glowering at Kallas who is staring slack jawed at Celise's open display of carnal affection. "The Iron Giants will long remember the deeds of Kallas," he states in a flat, emotionless voice and then he turns and leads his comrades out.

When the doors thunder closed, Celise turns and regards the couple sitting on the throne. "That was ill-done, Kallas. When any king, even a pretender to the throne betrays his allies, he will not sit long on his throne." Celise draws herself up tall and then shakes her head in disapproval. "Don't get too comfortable, Kallas -- my son and lover will soon arrive to claim me back and return what you have stolen from him and Agosta."

Kallas barks laughter back at her. "Oh, he can have you back, my dear. When he arrives, I will happily hand his Whore Queen back." He pauses and licks his lips in anticipation. "At least, he can have what is left of you when you have finished...ah, experiencing our courtesy." 

Celise's face visibly pales as she recalls her former husband, Janish's eager descriptions of his brother's 'courtesies.'

An evil giggle escapes Nesharina's lips before she hisses, "Remember, my king, you promised that I could spend some time with my dear former sister before you have your fun." Her slender body shivers again as she adds, "I have long dreamed of this moment."

"Absolutely, my dear!" comes Kallas's reply. "I would never deny you your own pleasures, but remember I want her alive and able to...enjoy what I have prepared for her."

Nesharina wrinkles her nose and says, "Let us give her a bath first. I don't actually mind her smelling like a rutting whore, but I prefer it be my doing." She claps her hands and commands, "Take her to my quarters -- have my ladies in waiting bathe the Whore Queen and make her more presentable." 

There is rustling in the shadows of the room and from its darkest corners emerge what Celise at first assumes are the Queen's men, but as they near, she lets out a slow gasp as she realizes that their pallid color and almost machine like motion betrays their true nature. Zombies -- undead under the control of Nesharina. In their state somewhere between life and death, they are garbed in little more than loin clothes, their skin not rotting, but reeking of wrongness, their restrained malice evident in their unblinking, black eyes. They approach as Kallas's guards ease back and take her by the arms, the touch of their flesh cold and unyielding, making her shiver as they guide her away.

As she is guided into the depths of the great, granite fortress, Celise can hear Nesharina's ill laughter echoing after her -- following her as if seeking to taunt her. The Whore Queen does not seek to engage the fell creatures in conversation or to seek to flee. Instead, she focuses on memorizing her path -- trying to remember every nook and cranny of the ancient bastion of cruel rock. 

So it was that Celise, mother and wife of Jonos found herself sinking gratefully into the hot, soapy water of a huge, pool-sized marble bathtub within Nesharina's quarters. Slave girls slipped into the waters with her and began scrubbing her weary body and washing her crusty, filthy hair. Between her legs, fires were rekindled as the experienced young women caressed and comforted her, their faces a mixture of eagerness and fear, anxious to please the beautiful woman. Celise drifted with their sweet and gentle touch, almost falling asleep as her mind worked backwards, reliving the last several days...

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The Queen awakes to the sounds of battle -- of men screaming and metal weapons clashing. Clamors of "Awake -- To Battle, To Arms" erupt as do animalistic howls that cause the tiny hairs on her arms to rise. A terrified horse gives a horrific, frightened neigh as it brushes her tent, making the poles shake and wobble. 

Naked, Celise comes to her feet and leaves the tent, gasping as she beheld the carnage before her. The soldiers of her escort do battle with giants -- savage mountain giants who wade amongst the Agostan guards, gleefully spreading mayhem and death as they swing battle axes as big as a man. 

A soldier, grown barely to manhood, stumbles up to the tent, horrified to see her. "My Queen, we are betrayed! Flee -- flee while you still can." He holds a bastard sword in one hand and the other is pressed against a gaping wound in his side. Celise recognizes him as Quint -- the youngest of the Queen's escort to her father's kingdom, Elysium. A sweet boy who'd just had her three nights ago -- taking his turn amongst the Queen's Guard in sharing her bed for a night of splendid fucking.

Out of the shadows looms a monstrous figure. A mountain giant, face and body smeared with blood that with a savage laugh swings at Quint. The soldier deflects the strike, but is sent flying when the giant follows with a savage kick. Quint lands with a breathless thud in the brush near the tent.

The giant spins and begins to close with the Queen who stands her ground. Celise raises her arms and traces arcane sigils in the air as she whispers, "Inferium." Gouts of bluish flame leap from her fingertips and strike the giant, enveloping him a swath of fire. He screams and staggers off -- hands trying vainly to rake the flames away as it begins to incinerate his flesh.

Queen Celise rushes to Quint's side. He coughs up blood as he gasps, "My Queen...p-please, flee now before it's -- it's too late." He glances at the battle, giants now encircling the surviving soldiers. "They can't hold out much longer!" Tears of pain and frustration run down his face and though it causes him pain, he reaches out and clutches Celise's arm. "Please, my Queen, flee now!"

Celise has followed his glance at the battle. Of the fifty soldiers of her escort, she guesses maybe half are still alive with more dying each passing moment. She shakes her head and says, "No -- I will not, but the King must be warned!" She presses a hand against Quint's wound and concentrates, feeling arcane power flow through her fingers as she surrenders a bit of her own life force. Immediately, the young man's wound begins to close and his breathing becomes easier.

As a wave of dizziness begins to sweep over her, the Queen withdraws. After a deep breath, she whispers, "Soldier Quint, sworn to my command -- flee and seek out King Jonos and tell him what has befallen." She pulls the soldier to his feet, pressing her fingers against his protesting lips and then pushes him into the brush. "Do this and all may yet turn out well." Then without a backward glance, she turns and strides towards the battle. 

Giants and soldiers alike pause in amazement as the naked and luscious woman strides into the middle of the carnage. One giant seems to be directing the monstrous creatures and she approaches him without fear. He licks his lips as he watches her stride forth -- her large and magnificent breasts bouncing as she walks -- her hair, tousled from sleep giving her the appearance of something beautiful and feral. In the firelight, he sees the glistening of this night's lover's seed on her inner thighs. 

Celise stops before him, unafraid and bold and putting her hands on her hips says in a voice used to command, "Giant, I am Celise DeKarthus, mother and wife of King Jonos, daughter of Pharaoh Khanthus XVII. I offer my surrender if you would spare the lives of my men."

He pauses and considers her, a broken tooth smile appearing on his chiseled face. "You are ours anyway, Whore Queen -- why should I let them live?"

"I would know what you are called, Giant, so we may treat as equals."

He barks a cruel laugh -- one echoed by the other giants while the Agostan men look on with shame and horror. One takes a step towards Celise and the mountain giant, defiantly raising his sword in protest. "My queen -- no! We would rather die than live with the shame..." His words trail off as the futileness of their situation truly sinks in.

The giant ignores him, knowing the battle is won already and replies to Queen Celise, "I am Garlchrissh, Jarl of the Iron Giants, Queen Celise. Again, you are my prisoner already. Why should I let these puny ones live?"

"The victory is yours, Garlchrissh, but live slaves sold in the Nedalian markets are worth more than rotting bodies on the battlefield and if you agree, I will go with you peaceably."

The giant nods almost absently. "And if I don't agree?"

Celise draws herself up, breasts rising tautly, as her body seems to ripple with eldritch power and there is death laced in her voice as she says, "Then we die and you return home all the poorer to face grieving widows and children."

The other giants gawp at their leader, wondering how he will respond to be spoken to in such imperious tones. He studies Celise in silence for long second, only the cries of the dying breaking through the sudden quiet. Then a broken toothed grin splits open his face and he barks a guttural laugh and bows before the queen.

"We have a bargain, Whore Queen." 

He turns and speaks to the other giants in his ancient, crude language while Celise sighs and nods to her soldiers, motioning with her hand to drop their weapons. One steps forward -- she recognizes him as Lieutenant Fabre, her escort's second in command. Intuitively she understands that Captain Billow is dead and now he is ranking office. "My lady..." He falters, but then finds the courage to say, "My Queen -- we would rather fight to the death than bear this disgrace -- please, let us..." 




Jonos & the Whore Queen Ch. 02



He stops in mid sentence by Celise's expression and she reaches out and strokes his weary, blood and smoke stained face and says, "This is not the time to speak of death. For now survive -- take care of your men." Her face grows angrier and she speaks more softly. "We were betrayed. Stay alive so that you may have your vengeance. That time is not far off, I think."

Nothing more is said. His eyes widen at her claim and then he visibly calms down and nods and then turns away to look to his men who are quickly rounded up and placed into fetters by the mountain giants.

Garlchrissh divides his force, sending all but four of them with the defeated soldiers towards the passes leading to Nedal and their dreadful slave markets. As one of the remaining giants approaches the queen with rope to bind her, Garlchrissh snarls, "None of that. She has agreed to be peaceable."

He approaches Celise and without comment reaches out and grabs her with one massive paw and flings her onto his shoulder. He breaks into a run and is followed by the others, ignoring the queen's occasional grunts or cries of discomfort as she is bounced along against his bony shoulder.

Long they run as the night passes, their giantish vision allowing them to run effortlessly through the dark, moonless night. Celise bears her discomfort without complaint, enduring the giant's grasp, massive fingers clamped down on her back and buttocks to hold her in place. As the first threads of dawn break the eastern sky, she realizes they are moving southward.

As the giants run, Celise manages to shift herself so that Garlchrissh's little finger slips between her thighs and she wiggles until she can feel his digit rubbing against her thick matted mound. Thus it was that the morning sun found the Whore Queen quivering with pleasure as pressure from the giant's finger teased and rubbed against her pussy, her labia spreading to open herself up more to the friction their movement created.

If Garlchrissh takes notice of it, he shows no reaction as the mountain giants continue to run at a steady pace, their breathing even and constant as they lope through tree and brush laced plains. In Celise's quiet, orgasmic throes, she often glances over her shoulder and soon confirms their direction as the Iron Shards grow in front of her, the snow capped peaks appearing closer with each passing moment.

Towards noon, they begin turning into a southeasterly direction, still approaching the mountain range, rapidly eating up the miles as they run. Celise, exhausted from the night's fight and her near constant orgasms passes into an uneasy sleep in which images of her son, Jonos dominates -- a dream of sex and passion and anger as he strides about with a huge erection -- his cock monstrously huge beyond even his remarkable dimensions, constantly teasing her, always on the verge of fucking her, but never doing so.

The sun is setting in the west and the giants have carried themselves into the foothills of the Iron Shards before Garlchrissh calls a halt to their march. They find a well hidden hollow and make camp, dumping Celise, naked and sweaty onto a foul smelling animal skin taken from the chieftain's pack.

He sends one out to find food while the others see to their camp, making it defensible. Celise eyes him curiously and finally speaks. "I assumed you were making for Bloodgate."

He nods and says, "And so we are."

She gestures around them and replies, "But we have journeyed ever steadily in a southeastern direction when Bloodgate lies due south."

Garlchrissh snorts as he draws closer, his eyes roaming hungrily over her body as he mutters, "There be more than one path into Bloodgate." Celise recognizes the lust in his eyes and thinks it odd that she is unafraid, given all the horrible stories she has heard since childhood of giantish lust. She feels her nipples harden under the terrible beast's gaze and the fire that has simmered between her thighs all day begins to burn with anticipated need.

The giant licks his lips and says in a husky voice. "You are called the Whore Queen, yes?"

Celise nods and says softly, "Aye and it's a name well earned." She spreads her legs wide, revealing her thick, dark pelt, split now by her flowering labia, pinkish flesh glistening in the slowly fading light. "I'm sure you've been tasked to bring me to Kallas unharmed, but..." The queen leaves the rest unsaid, eyeing the huge tent in Garlchrissh's jerkin.

The giant chieftain reaches out with a massive, gnarled finger and brushes it over Celise's face and then brushes it over her body, making her bountiful breasts jiggle and roll before descending over her stomach and between her legs. "Ohhhh, yessss!" Celise moans as his thick finger, itself the size of a large, erect man's cock, rubs itself into her wet, aching flesh. Garlchrissh grunts with amusement and thrusts it further into the queen's cunt, filling her up and making her cry out as he rotates his finger around inside her furnace hot flesh.

With a swift motion, the giant pulls his jerkin off, revealing his thick, powerful and misshapen body. As he fucks the queen with his one finger, she moans as she eyes the truly enormous cock between his legs. For the first time, Celise feels fear -- his cock is beyond anything she could have imagined -- perhaps three feet in length and as thick as Jono's hard muscled thigh -- the cock head itself the size of a man's head. It is dark red, almost purplish -- its veins standing out and visibly throbbing while thick and clear precum drips from it. More amazingly, her fear of the giant's monster penis is overwhelmed for her desire to experience it.

Queen Celise mewls with pleasure as he somehow seems to curl his fingertip inside her and pulls her naked and aroused body closer to him, moving around her until he stands over her. Garlchrissh squats down and with his free hand, guides his huge dick so he can rub it over her soft flesh, mauling her heavy tits and then pressing the spongy cock head over her face and through her hair.

"I want your cum!" Celise moans as she reaches out to embrace the giant's member, briefly protesting as he works his probing finger free from her clasping cunt, but then focusing all her attentions on the enormous cock. She literally wraps her arms and legs around the shaft, her lips showering his cock head with hungry kisses and long, happy licks, lapping up enormous mouthfuls of his precum. The queen's hands are busy stroking his velvety steel rod as she hunches her wet cunt against the lower part of his shaft, savoring every bump and ridge of his heavily veined penis. Her mind reels with the sheer enormity of the cock in her embrace.

Waves of the giant's musk intoxicate the queen's senses as she kisses his flesh, tasting cum and piss and sweat as she rolls her tongue over and around his cock head, ending up with her mouth pressing into his piss slit, swirling her tongue around the moist tip of his cock. Garlchrissh gives a surprised grunt and thrusts his cock against Celise's face. 

The Whore Queen senses his impending eruption and opens her mouth wide, pressing her lips firmly against his piss slit. Even so, Celise is overwhelmed as a torrent of thick, whitish semen erupts into her face -- the contents more than that of even a hundred humans, hosing her face and making her choke as the giant ejaculates again and again. The queen swallows mouthful after mouthful of his strong flavored seed while even more splatters over her face, dripping from her chin onto her heaving breasts, flowing over her forehead and running in thick streams in her hair.

As she fills her belly with his hot sperm, Celise revels in the sensation of the thick coat of his seed covering her face like some soothing lotion. She strokes and kisses the giant's cock until his flood of cum ceases and he pulls back from her touch, his body quivering as he murmurs, "Whore Queen, indeed!"

Celise laughs like a small child, delighting in the carnal sensations of most of her upper body being covered in a thick coat of giantish semen. She scoops up thick handfuls from her face and lets the thick, viscous fluid flow from between her fingers onto her heaving breasts and into her open mouth. So enraptured is she, that it is long minutes before she realizes the other giants have returned from their duties and now, like their chieftain, have abandoned their hide jerkins, each sporting a massive erection.

The Queen moans and realizes her evening pleasures have just begun. She holds her arms out wide in invitation and throatily moans, "More...I want more!"

The giants, once Garlchrissh gives a nod of consent are happy to oblige, all moving in and suddenly Celise is covered with cock flesh -- massive trunks of penis rubbing against her body, stroking her soft and now slick skin from her legs to her hair. Time quickly loses all sense as she finds herself buffeted about by four aroused giants, every inch of her body seeming stroking or being stroked by their mammoth cocks, her mouth constantly kissing and licking tender flesh which only withdraws if one of them begins to cum. By unspoken consent, the others withdraw while one groans with pleasure as he literally showers the Queen of Agosta with an unconceivable torrent of semen, watching her avidly as she drinks and covers herself in the hot, whitish fluids.

Queen Celise drinks sperm by what seems the gallon, gorging herself on the thick, hot seed of the giants and literally finds herself bathing in their semen as it flows over her, leaving none of her uncovered. It pools and collects on the animal skin where she lies and she writhes in the heaping mounds of cum until her body is coated in the jizzum of giants, her belly growing full of the strong tasting giant-cum. Each giant gives her at least two loads of their seed before collapsing back in a general mood of sated good humor.

Last to offer up his semen is the Chieftain, Garlchrissh, who rubs his cock over her cum covered body until she guides him between her legs and bucks her pelvis back and forth, rubbing her sopping wet cunt over his cock head until she sees him tense up.

Deftly, Queen Celise guides the slit of his cock between her widespread labia, positioning him so his long slit is being kissed by her wide spread labia before she begins to scream in utter pleasure as the giant presses against her open cunt and begins to ejaculate, shooting a massive spray of cum inside her pussy, making her scream as for the first time in her life she feels her womb being truly filled with semen -- the scalding hot spunk filling her up completely, the remainder leaking from around his cock head from her pussy to coat her thighs and the animal pelt beneath her. She is reminded of the fire-fighting contraptions invented by the old tinker who lives in the deep recesses of the palace in Atria -- the man-powered pumps creating powerful geysers of water. Her orgasms flow together until she is almost incoherent, pleasure as well as semen flooding her body.

Afterwards, she lies in the middle of what is more than a puddle of giantish cum, her belly full and taut with more semen than she thought ever possible to exist, writhing and rolling in the slowly cooling fluids, while the giants tend to cooking dinner. When it has been cooked, she declines their offers of the charred meat -- patting her full belly and smiling at them all gratefully as she continues to roll and play in her bed of semen.

That night, she falls asleep in the giant chieftain's lap, nestling herself in the wiry-haired groin of Garlchrissh -- her body wrapped around his never completely flaccid cock, her face pressed against the warm flesh of the crown of his penis.

For the next two nights, after a day spent winding their way through little known passes of the Iron Shard Mountains, the lurid attentions of the giants were repeated with Celise feeding on their semen, her sleep only broken when one yearned for a little personal attention -- attention that the Whore Queen was happy to give, marveling at their capacity to offer forth amounts of sperm she had only imagined of in her dreams.

For their part, the giants treat her gently, almost courtly outside of their carnal attentions which she accepts like a well seasoned slattern in a common whorehouse. Celise feels their cum crusting and drying on her body and wherever it flakes away, she feels that her skin had renewed itself, glowing with health. Indeed, the Whore Queen's diet of semen fills her with a sense of health and well being she has not possessed since she was a child in the court of her father.

It was with some sadness that finally, the giants emerge from the jagged peaks of the Iron Shards to gaze at a small valley that backed into a great mountain at the base of which was a great iron gate. The troops guarding the tunnels beyond yield to the fierce glares of Garlchrissh and his company -- pausing only to ogle the cum-covered beautiful woman carried in the arms of the giant chieftain.

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Celise gives a cry as cold hands yank her from the water. The handmaids of Nesharina scatter away from the huge bath chamber; their naked bodies glistening while their faces show utter disgust and horror as the zombie guards of their queen drag the true queen of Agosta from the bath chambers.

The queen gives no cry or moans of complaint as they drag her along, skinning her knees as she stumbles, trying to gain her footing as they descend deeper into the bowels of Bloodgate -- the air growing fetid and warmer. Celise recalls that the Fortress is nestled amongst great hot springs heated by flowing rivers of magma that emerge from the deep -- remnants of the great power that formed these ancient mountains.

Finally, Queen Celise is brought to a dark chamber, humid and reeking of pain and despair. As her eyes adjust to the dim lights of the room, she recognizes it as a torture chamber, bizarre and evil devices hanging from the walls or resting on tables -- blood stains, some still tacky, marring the stone floor. She remains silent as the zombie guards place manacles on her wrists -- manacles hanging from the ceiling and which after the Zombies let her go, leave her almost suspended -- only the tips of her toes on the ground.

Pain quickly begins to course along her shoulders and arms and then down her back as she struggles to keep her footing -- the pain quickly descending into her thighs and legs. Celise composes herself as the regal being she is -- beginning a mantra taught to her long ago to center herself. In a quiet hiss that barely escapes her lips, she repeats over and over, "Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand."

In the quietness of the room, the only noise the dripping of sweat from her long, shapely body, the Queen of Agosta reaches inside herself -- seeking out the pain that wracks her body, finding it and isolating it, seeking ever to push it towards something sweeter. Her breathing and her heart slow and then begin to beat faster again even as her nipples begin to pulse and warmth begins to emanate from her cunt. Her sorcerer nature takes the pain and like an alchemist who has found away to make lead into gold, she guides the pain into channels into her mind which then emerges as joyous pleasure.

Then with the crack of a whip, all is shattered as a metal tipped piece of leather rips across her back, scoring her soft, supple skin and drawing blood. Celise lets out a single cry and then ashamed, regains control and closes her mouth, her breath whistling rapidly through her nose.

There are slow and deliberate steps behind her and then something solid brushes against her torn back -- something long and hard with long strips of rawhide attached. The solid object makes it way up and down her back, smearing blood from the single wound that it caused. The object, a whip handle, Celise imagines, makes its way over her shoulder and down over one splendid breast -- circling and teasing her nipple as its owner steps around in front of her.

Nesharina smiles at her former sister, an evil smile etched on her pale lips, her long dark hair pulled back and tied into a long braid that is draped over one shoulder. Her silk and lace gown are gone -- now replaced by an outfit that makes no pretensions towards modesty. In truth, it reminds Celise of the chaps worn by the cattleman of the eastern regions of Agosta. Nesharina is bare breasted, her smallish, pert breasts standing at attention, nipples rouged red, erect with anticipation. Her outfit of dark, reddish brown leather consists of leggings with nothing covering her crotch. Her pale, hairless, thin lipped labia are revealed, swollen with her arousal, her juices already running down her thighs and over the leather leggings.

"Long have I dreamed of having you here in my playroom, Celise," Nesharina says breathlessly. "My only regret is that you won't die here -- but," she pauses and shrugs her shoulders, "Still, before you leave me, I will break you." She reaches out with one hand and with her long, sharp fingernails, pinches one of Celise's nipples, digging her nails into the tender flesh until drops of blood begin to sprinkle the floor. 

The muscles in the Whore Queen's face struggle and jerk, yet despite the pain, she does not cry out, enduring the attentions of the Nedalian princess. Only when she is released, does she speak and only after a long sigh of pleasure. "Thank you, Nesharina. Who would have guessed that you were even capable of giving pleasure?"

Her response does not please Kallas's wife and she snarls as she backs away from Celise, "I will take that haughty way of yours away, bitch and show you what pain really is." She lashes out with the whip, the tip lashing across Celise's waist, drawing more blood.

The queen bares the strike without complaint and then slowly shakes her head at her torturer. "That is perhaps your greatest failing, Nesharina -- thinking that there is only pain when truthfully, pain always walks hand in hand with pleasure like two lovers."

Nesharina's face screws up in anger, twisting her cold beauty and she rushes forward and slaps the queen's face, leaving her handprint behind before hissing, "You know nothing of pain, but I will teach you, Whore Queen." Then in her fury, she spits into Celise's face.

Spittle runs down Queen Celise's face, but she seems unbothered by it, indeed, bravely using her tongue to lick it up where she can as if it was the taste of a lover. "And for the pleasure you'll provide me, I thank you now, Witch of Nedal, for later there shall be no time -- later, I'll simply kill you. She smiles then, showing the wife of Kallas, the beauty and courage of a true queen.

Nesharina simply stares at Celise for a long moment, almost awed by her lack of fear, but then she too smiles and says, "Let us put it to the test." She holds out her hand and a zombie guard moves forward, placing small metallic objects in her palm. Almost coyly she approaches Celise and reaches out with her empty hand to caress the queen's right breast, squeezing and massaging the heavy, magnificent tit, her thumb worrying the nipple until it is erect and swollen. She leans forward and whispers, "Only in my dreams and fantasies," before pressing her lips to the queen's. Celise, wary but brave, opens her mouth in response and lets Nesharina's tongue slither in.

The two women kiss for some time as Nesharina fondles the queen's breasts, then with spider quickness, she snaps a jagged-teethed clamp around one of Celise's swollen nipples, causing the queen to cry out from the sudden shock of the brutal, biting device. Nesharina giggles evilly, as she proceeds to attach another metal clamp to Celise's other nipple. She resumes kissing the queen as she plays with the devices, turning tiny screws that increase the pressure of the clamps grip on Celise's throbbing nipples.




Jonos & the Whore Queen Ch. 02



When the Queen of Agosta moans loudly against her probing tongue, Nesharina steps back and whispers, "Too much, bitch? But, we've only just begun." A zombie servant hands the Nedalian another handful of metal and attaches a chain to the clips, pulled almost taut. Nesharina tests it by tugging on the chain, drawing more loud moans from her foe.

Celise opens her eyes and grinning, replies through gritted teeth. "Lick my cunt, Nedalian and you'll discover you've only aroused me." Defiantly, she throws her shoulders back, drawing her breasts up and pulling the chain tighter and then lets out another sigh.

Nesharina's eyes almost bulge from her head as she steps closer and thrusts her hand between Celise's thighs and feels the molten liquid heat there. "I'm just beginning," she snaps as she connects another chain to the one suspended between the queen's breasts and then squats down, another clamp in her hand and locks it into the hanging chain. Grinning now, she reaches and palms Queen Celise's pussy, using her fingers to spread wide the queen's labia and then slid upwards to pin her thick, long clitoris, swollen with arousal, between two fingers. She pulls the clamp into place, the short chain now taut and tugging on its mate attached to the queen's nipples, and is rewarded with a terrible scream from Celise.

She stands to gaze happily at Celise, whose body is writhing from the sensations of the clamps on such sensitive spots -- sensations which are increased with every twitch of her body as the chains are pulled taut with even the slightest of movements, making the clamps pull and tug and bit deep.

"Let us see you cum now, Whore Queen," Nesharina snarls.

Seconds pass as Queen Celise twitches and jerks, unable to bring her body under control -- many moans and cries escape her lips before she can raise her head and glare back at Nesharina and gasp, "Too late, I'm afraid. My apologies for the mess," before losing her ability to speak, her voice deteriorating into wordless groans again.

Nesharina is momentarily puzzled and then looks down and is stunned to see a growing puddle of cunt juice pooling between Celise's raised feet...her loudest moans accompanied by spurts of cunt cream, betraying her almost constant state of orgasm.

The pale skinned woman stands stupefied for long minutes, watching Celise in the throes of carnal delight before screaming in rage, "NO!" as her whip lashes out, tearing across the queen's breasts. "I will break you, Whore Queen! I WILL BREAK YOU!" Like an enraged beast, she stalks around Celise, her rage building again and again until she lashes out, striking the soft, unprotected flesh of the queen, leaving bloody tracks behind. 

With each strike, Celise writhes in her bonds, sobbing and crying -- her pussy juices flowing and intermingling with the splatters of blood on the dungeon floor. She is mostly wordless, only the occasional, "YES!" or "MORE!" escaping her lips as she shook in pain-fueled ecstasy.

Eight, nine, ten times, Nesharina flicks her wrist, sending the metal-tipped whip lash cutting into Queen Celise's worn flesh before her rage seems to run out of energy. She stands panting -- still angry and very much aroused. Only the quiet pitter-patter of blood dripping from the queen's torn body breaks the silence of the room. As her temper eases, Nesharina realizes the damage she has done to Celise. Haughty and arrogant as she is, she does not seek to invite the wrath of her husband, Kallas.

Striding to an ancient cabinet, she performs a simple cantrip that bypasses the arcane wards she has placed on it and after a moment of consideration, quickly removes two small, clay bottles. She quickly returns to the now slowly swaying and nearly unconscious queen. Grabbing Celise by her long, black hair, now a sweaty, bloody tangle, Nesharina jerks the queen's head back and forces a potion down her throat.

Celise gags on the foul tasting brew, trying to whip her head away, but the Nedalian maintains a tight grip on her thick mane of hair and pours the remainder down Queen Celise's throat, clamping her palm over the queen's mouth till she sees her swallow.

"This will heal the most grievous of your wounds -- those you have and those yet to come, bitch, but it will do little to temper the pain. I would not have you die...yet." Without warning, she yanks Celise's head back again and pours a second potion down her throat." As she covers Celise's mouth with her hand again, she leans in and whispers, "I would not deprive you of a single second of your pain -- this second tonic of mine will ensure that you will not sleep or lose consciousness over the next twenty-four hours." Nesharina pauses and playfully nips Celise's earlobe before adding, "If you live that long, Whore Queen."

She turns away, looking at a table nearby to consider the horrid implements there. Before she can choose one, she can hear a soft whispering from her captive. She moves towards Celise, trying to hear her words. She cocks an ear close to Celise's full, luscious lips. "What are you saying, you little cunt?"

Nesharina cannot make it out at first, but then she suddenly comprehends the words and her expression is one of horror mixed with pure rage. The fell potions she has given Celise begin to take affect and the rightful Queen of Agosta raises her head and smiles at Nesharina and says with both defiance and pleasure in her voice, "Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand."

The Nedalian, unbelieving the sheer temerity of the incredible woman before her, thrusts her hand into Celise's cunt, finding it still wet and pulsing with need, oblivious to the torture and pain she has endured...or perhaps because of it.

"NO!" Nesharina screams, her anger now a raging, living thing at being denied. "Pain is all there is! I will show you. Pleasure becomes pain...pleasure always leads to pain. You...you, fucking whore, slattern, slut -- I will make you beg for release. I will teach you how all is pain in the end!"

Nesharina snaps her fingers and two of her zombie guards step from the shadows. Their skin reeks of wrong, pale flesh, hair and eyes a soulless black and bodies lean and hard, no doubt warriors or slaves in life and now, puppets to protect Kallas's wife and obey her every whim. Nesharina snaps her fingers again and both tear away their loincloths, revealing turgid, erect penises, unnaturally long and thick. Celise stares helplessly at them -- both repulsed and suddenly intrigued.

The Nedalian woman notices the queen's study of the two undead bodyguards and smiles. "Oh yes -- we of noble birth often use them for pleasure -- their endurance is forever, but they can be used for punishment as well. Did your husband...did Janish ever tell you how my mother was executed for betraying my father? He repaid her lust for a common soldier by showing her that a momentary thing like pleasure always becomes pain after too much indulgence. My sisters and brothers and I watched while her own Zombie guard fucked her to death. She lasted perhaps twelve hours, but Father commanded they continue until she was little more than a bled out bag of filthy flesh."

She grins and adds -- of course, father had them fuck her cunt, ass and mouth and she likely choked to death. I'll be kinder since Kallas has his own plans for you." She turns to undead creatures and hisses, "Take her!"

Celise moans as the zombies approach her from front and back. Their cold flesh touches her, fingers spreading her legs and butt cheeks. The potions that Nesharina have given her have taken affect -- her wounds, though still painful, have stopped bleeding and Celise feels more awake than she can remember -- she can't even close her eyes for more than a moment and finds herself looking into a dark, soulless gaze. 

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 and unerringly slides home in a brutal thrust. Her skin crawls at the thing's touch, but her cunt responds as it always has, contracting around the thick shaft as it burrows inside her while the zombie cups her buttocks -- her legs raised and spread wide against the touch of muscled arms.

Then she feels the chill touch of another penis, pressing against her anus, pushing steadily against her clenched sphincter, never relenting and then forcing its way into her asshole, drawing a cry that is all pain as he thrusts into her ass without any lubricant or preparation. White fire tears through her as she feels it drive its way deep into her soft tissue. "Oh Gods!" Celise moans as she feels both cocks deep inside her, separated by a thin sheath of flesh -- pain and pleasure warring for possession of her mind and soul.

The zombie guards work as one, building up a steady rhythm as they thrust in and out of her body -- 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 about aimlessly as the queen sobs and moans from the pain and pleasure wracking her body. Nesharina steps close again and jerks Celise's head back by her black mane and after licking her way up the queen's neck, savoring the taste of her sweat -- filled with the pheromones of fear and lust, she kisses Celise savagely, thrusting her tongue into the queen's mouth like another violent tool of violation and pressing her lips against Celise's so harshly that they bleed. 

"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," hisses Nesharina when she ends the kiss, her lips smeared with the queen's blood and saliva. She moves in again, her lips pressed against Celise's ear and finishes, "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, coughing for a moment before managing to gasp, "P-pain and pleasure -- t-t-the border is unsure -- only...OH GODS... I d-decide on which s-side I s-stand." She breaks off into whimpering sobs as Nesharina stands astounded at her continued defiance.

Again she spits on the Queen of Agosta and then before turning on her heels and stalking from the room, snarls, "Faster! Fuck this cunt harder and faster!" Nesharina's undead servants obey her command instantly and she exits the dungeon with a smile on her face as Celise's screams follow her far into the long corridors deep within Bloodgate.

Inside the torture chambers of Nesharina, it is the utter silence of the zombies that almost unnerves the Queen of Agosta. They make no moans or sighs as they fuck her -- the only sound they make is the rapid slapping noise of their undead flesh smacking against her 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 thrust and thrust. 

The demands on Celise's body leave her dripping with sweat, rivulets of perspiration splatter on the floor or on her zombie lovers -- her muscles tightening -- even cramping as she responds to their never ending thrusts. Puddles of sweat form, joining blood and her cunt juices on the evenly cut stones the zombies stand upon. Between moans, Celise repeats her mantra of "Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I 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 is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand." The words become the foundation of Celise's world as she struggles to find pleasure in the brutal 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 whorish instincts take over. 

As the other undead guard assaults her asshole, sweat and blood make things more slippery and not for the only time that long night will the Whore Queen be thankful for her son's appetite for 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 the valiant queen's body, but even she despairs that 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 seemingly eternal war of pain and pleasure. Her words pour out of without pause, the only buoy in the ocean of sensation she feels she is about to drown in. 

"Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand," Celise sobs between cries of pains and the rarer gasps of pleasure.

She is on the verge of despair when suddenly as she again says the words, "Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I 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...

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"Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand," moans Celise, princess of Elysiis, arms aching from many hours from being manacled and raised high above her head. Her toes and feet are cramping terribly from long being forced to stand on tip-toe. Her slender and luscious body that could only be that of a teenager's 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, tears of pain and frustration rolling down her cheeks to splash against her already full and prominent breasts. 

"Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand," she moans and as she begins again, another person joins in, this voice more enthusiastic. Celise jerks her head up to take in her mother, Elia striding into the room, flanked on each side by Celise's older sisters.

"Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I 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 is bare breasted, her huge, meaty breasts adorned only by the ruby encrusted gold rings piercing her nipples and the heavy gold chain connecting them and tugging heavily on her swollen nubs. Silks swish with an almost hypnotic whisper as she moves, parting to reveal her bald mound, labia thick and plump. Green eyes flash with mirth and love, framed in that beautiful face by great auburn tresses as brilliant as the sun itself.

Behind her, Felisha and Linsele are younger copies of their mother save for the deep, black manes they share with their sister, 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 trials 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 rolling 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 now rubbing against those of her daughter's. "Pain is simply the road to pleasure, daughter -- you need simply to center yourself and find 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 directions to get to the place they seek," Elia murmurs into her youngest child's ear -- her tongue flicking out like a snake's to dance around her 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 hand on Celise's flat belly and slowly bring them down.

Celise moans softly as her mother's fingers slip into her thickly haired bush, middle finger finding her slit and spreading her pussy lips apart. Elia knows her daughter well and quickly with a single finger, plunges 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 her 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. Their younger sister's shackled body quivers with delight as they pleasure her and as their mother adds yet a third finger, worming it inside her tight, young cunt.

Elia leans in and kisses her daughter, pleased that Celise greets her tongue with her own. Mother and daughter kiss for long minutes, Elia's heavy breasts brushing 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 her sacred spots within her pussy and 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 massaging her cunt. "Did your sisters give you pleasure or pain?"




Jonos & the Whore Queen Ch. 02



Celise opens her mouth to speak, but only a plaintive wail emerges comes. 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 synched 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 itself and increase your pleasure." As she speaks, Elia slowly squats down, bringing her face level with her daughter's thick bush, now split wide with 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 is unsure -- only 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 implore her daughter and then her face is pressed against Celise's wet and quivering cunt -- her heat almost molten as she drives her tongue between her lust spread labia, up and up, savoring her daughter's fresh, sweet taste before using her tongue to lash out and capture Celise's throbbing clitoris.

"Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand," Celise's sisters chant in unison, standing on each side of her, stroking her shoulders and back, trying to calm her pain wracked flesh. Through gritted teeth, the young girl begins to chant with them. Her reward is a kiss on each cheek and a subtle tightening of the pinchers once again. 

"Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand," sobs Celise 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 back 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 torn off, an orgasm is building from deep within her, her womb 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 indeed 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....

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YES, OH MOTHER...OH GODS BE PRAISED! FUCK MEEEEE!" Celise screams as she masters the relentless pain coursing through her battered body and she cums as she has rarely cummed before! With all her heart and soul, the Whore Queen of Agosta embraces the brutal ravaging she is being offered by her 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 sluttish best to take them deeper and harder -- helping her cum and cum 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 and 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 stand 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 herself hangs between them, seemingly lifeless, her body only moving in response to the constant thrusts of her undead lovers, her body is coated with sweat, her hair hanging limply and dripping perspiration. The queen's brilliant blue eyes are glazed and unseeing, her mouth hanging open, spittle hanging 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 closer 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. It is only with their withdrawal that Celise shows signs of life -- her eyes opening wide and her mouth moving without speaking.

Nesharina moves even 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 standing now before her, a hoarse rasp of a whisper all she can produce. "Speak louder, bitch cunt. Tell 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. "No...please don't stop fucking me," Celise whispers almost too soft to hear.

Nesharina draws back, her body going rigid as she stares in disbelief at Celise who slowly raises her head and wearily smiles at her and says in a louder, more insistent voice. "More. I want more!"

The wife of Kallas rocks back on her heels as if Celise had struck her with her fist. Her eyes go wide 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 almost swaying woman is awash in her juices, swirls of sweat and blood making it appear almost hypnotic. Even the air reeks of Celise's arousal -- the smell of cunt upon everything.

"No," moans Nesharina, staggering back. "No, no, 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 steps back and then she snaps her whip, the leather threads lashing out and striking 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, bringing 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.

She spins in great anger to find herself facing one of her husband's personal escorts -- the cream of his lycanthrope troops. His wolfish face is impassive -- betraying 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.

"He dares at my command!" snaps Kallas from behind her and she turns to see him in the doorway along with several lycanthrope escorts -- all in a state of battle 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..."

"Your father, the good king of Nedal, is not here, nor are his Obsidian Legions," spits Kallas. "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, swaying in her chains, rivulets of blood falling from her to pool on the stone floor.

Without warning, he 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 now it is anger layered over with calm and with a nod she stops her guards in their tracks.

Kallas nods and then slaps Nesharina again, staggering her -- the lycanthrope's firm grip the only thing keeping her on her feet. "I told you, dearest -- she 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 she brings forth more potions from her stores and forces them down the true queen's throat. Her curatives are potent though foul in nature and within minutes, Celise's skin begins to heal, although leaving behind horrific, twisted scars. Nesharina contents herself with knowing she has for what little time Celise has left to live, she will live with the knowledge that her almost mythical beauty is forever marred.

Kallas's guards release her from her chains and she moans, still in an orgasmic haze as blood rushes back into deprived tissue, 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 bringing 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 their 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 and Celise cries out as Nesharina following behind strikes her across the shoulder with her whip. "Mind your mouth, Whore Queen," she snarls. "You address the true King of Agosta."

Celise looks back at the Nedalian woman and replies, "If that is true, then soon my son will prove his reputation as a usurper once more."

"Quiet, both of you," snaps Kallas. They suddenly emerge from the stone bound confines of Bloodgate, crossing over a great stone span connecting two great towers. Celise shivers in the suddenly 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 and 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 again 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 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 -- 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 and departs 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 in itself 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 red with rage and beastly hunger and madness.

"There is a risk in accepting the gift of lycanthropy," murmurs Nesharina into Celise's ear. "Not all can deal with their new senses and abilities. They succumb to animal instincts and cannot function as part of a greater entity." Kallas's wife takes the handle of her whip and thrusts it between Celise's legs from behind, rubbing the leather wrapped ivory against the queen's swollen labia.

"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."

"I was fascinated with them from the start," murmurs Kallas from behind her, dropping his hand to cover that of his wife's -- working the whip handle more firmly against and 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 turns and looks over her shoulder at Kallas and replies, "I know -- Janish told me the stories of your appetites."

Her late husband's brother 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 thrusts the whip handle deep inside Celise's wet cunt and roughly stirs it around. "Maybe I'll bring him back as one of my undead. He can spend eternity as one of my slaves."

Celise brings herself up to stand regally before 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 towards 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, she climbs up onto the railing -- Kallas and Nesharina tensing 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."




Jonos & the Whore Queen Ch. 02



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 down, she falls slowly, gracefully as they watch from above.

Quickly the Whore Queen gathers arcane energy and casts another spell. "Aramour," she murmurs and 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 preceding 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...her desire.

As Kallas and Nesharina watch from above, their faces suddenly confused, the werewolves go mad, tearing and clawing at each other to be in a prime position. 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 land and she summons one last spell, "Succubuci," she almost growls in a voice full of gleeful malice.

For a moment all is silence -- all is frozen and 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 snarling and snapping at her face -- his wolfish cock huge and extended, scratching against her thighs as he seeks her cunt. He is thrown off by another -- a huge, red-furred beast and Celise moans at the size of his erection and then with drool pouring from his mouth, he reaches down with sharp clawed paws and flips her over onto her knees, her ass raised up like an offering to the beast's lust.

His lupine cock sinks into the Whore Queen's cunt and both he and Celise howl as he thrusts forward, his harsh fur scratching against her soft, dusky skin. His claws dig into her shoulders as he mounts her savagely and she screams as he sinks more and more of himself inside her, stretching her as he burrows deep into her womb. Celise lets out a painful scream as he pushes his lupine knot past her wide-spread lips.

She begins to sob her long ago learned mantra, "Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only 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 slapping against her face -- his long, pink cock thrusting forward to seek relief and Celise opens her mouth and allows the beast to bury his cock between her lips, making her struggle and gag as he begins to fuck her mouth. The wolf pack goes mad around her, bodies crashing into her and into each other, rubbing their long cocks against her flesh, muzzles nipping at her swaying 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 thrusts urgently into her and she can feel his hot seed began to bathe her womb and 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 pouring into hers as well.

The werewolf yelps and bites at her back, suddenly frightened. It tries to withdraw, but her constricting cunt holds him fast as she drains him of 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 healing cleanly in seconds -- the scars of the last few days 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. 

The first to assault her falls away, a dry, empty 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 form falls away and she howls with the burning pleasure of her now almost continuous orgasm. Eldritch power courses through her, healing her battered womb, making it whole and almost anew.

All around her, the lust-ridden lycanthropes jostle and snap at each other to get to her as her scent fills the air -- her very pleasure fueled cries acting as an aphrodisiac. She finds herself lifted and twisted as her 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 breasts, nipping her blood engorged nipples as the lycanthropes swarm over and around Celise, hoisting her onto an ever changing, ever writhing bed of fur and teeth and cocks and tongues, 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 that the Whore Queen claims, the energies within her multiply, escalating right along 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 -- they do not tear at her willing, wet, pliant flesh or if they do, the arcane power coursing through her veins seems to instantly heal all wounds. All these lupine penises are now are a source of exquisite pleasure as they plunge into her sweet, molten depths and then as each reaches climax, they are energy feeding 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, recognizing now what she is doing and the tense barking of orders by Kallas to the guards to bring her down. Archers come and rain arrows down into the pit, slaying a few werewolves howling out in dismay at being denied their moment of mating with the female in their midst. Any arrows that come near the queen are obliterated by the sheer force of ever growing eldritch power now pulsating in or around her.

Nesharina attempts an offensive spell or two, but her talents lie mainly in necromancy and what Celise is doing is far beyond that and in the throes of intense orgasmic fury, she raises her head and looks at Nesharina, werewolf semen dripping off her lips and chins and laughs at the Nedalian witch's paltry efforts. Celise's laughs lengthen and transform into screams of pleasure as she is swarmed by rabidly lusting monsters, burying her with an onslaught of slavering muzzles and long, swollen cocks -- only her sobs and moans of pleasure indicating she is alive underneath an almost pulsating mound of hairy, furred passion.

Celise loses count of the cocks that plunge inside her -- of the loads of tart werewolf cum in her belly, feeding her even as their lives feed her spirit and power. Eldritch energy manifests as purplish flames licking along her skin, singing the fur of the fuck-maddened beasts plunging cocks into the queen's clasping, wet cum filled cunt as well as her asshole dripping with sperm and her hungry mouth.

Between the almost divine orgasmic pleasure and the intensity of the arcane power building inside her -- Celise feels almost suspended beyond reality -- where 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...

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Celise arches her back as she squats, gloriously impaled on her son's mammoth cock, the muscles of her long and shapely legs bulge 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 till she is grinding her furry mound against his wiry pubic hairs, quivering with the sinfully sweet sensation of the head of his cock buried deep in her womb.

Celise's fingers drag across her son's hard, muscled chest, leaving light, bloody lines 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 and 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 the crown of his cock swells and he begins to cum, his steaming seed gushing forth to fill his mother's womb.

"Oh yesssss," sobs Queen Celise. "A kingly gift -- OHHHHHHHhhhh, indeed, my beloved.," the Whore Queen moans as she squirms and quivers, suspended on the king's erect penis, reveling 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, his mighty cock claiming her as his again and again.

His hands come up and palm her bountiful breasts, strong fingers plunging into her soft, meaty 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, bites it a little less than gently and 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 him 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 sluttish 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 still throbbing erection 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 and fills his hands full of his mother's thick, 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, "Never forget, Mother, 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!"

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The Whore Queen stands alone in the pit, all that remains of the wolfish pack are dozens of withered sacks of fur and bone. Celise is wreathed in eldritch flame, naked and glorious, her expression 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 lovely body heaves with passion and power, eyes aglow as her full, proud breasts heave -- jewel sized nipples swollen like great berries about to burst. Her belly is smooth and flawless, a slight bulge from her repast of semen the only oddity and it only increases her beauty. Her long, well toned legs stand wide spread -- her labia spread and thick, 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 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 until it takes 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 down for yards about, reduces the barriers into shards of shattered iron. A few seconds later, another thunderous concussion echoes through the ancient fortress as her second bolt shatters the mountain side gates.

All cease fighting for long seconds -- the only noise Celise's lust ridden laughs. 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 and he unleashes them and they 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, pointing dozens of zombies, fully armored to join the attack. With a snarl, Celise descends from the great stone span, announcing her presence with great sheets of arcane flame, incinerating 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 betraying to Celise the beginnings of a death curse. She lands softly in the courtyard, perhaps twenty yards from the Nedalian witch. Shaking her head in bemusement, she strides towards the pale, deathly skinned woman.

Nesharina completes the ritual before Celise closes the distance, the scroll in her hand disintegrating in a burst of dark power and the curse, born in the arcane runes written in a dead man's blood hurtles at the queen, screaming out the doom it carries amidst a black mass of tentacles and spikes, only to dash against the eldritch energies that radiate from Celise to fall to tatters.

Nesharina staggers back a few steps, aghast at the utter failure of her spell as Celise calls out, "You witches of Nedal never understood, dabbling in death, wasting a single man's life 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 of 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 long legs around Nesharina as well.

Immersed in such great power, Nesharina's leather armor falls apart like sugar treats caught out in the rain. Celise grinds her pelvis against the thinner, paler 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 -- her nipples harden against the queen's massive and soft breasts.

Nesharina's body begins to burn with desire and she whimpers even as she seeks to tease and intertwine her tongue with that of the queen's. Each subtle rubbing touch of Celise's cunt lips against her own is sheer torturous ecstasy and her body betrays her by hunching back, wanting more of that searing hot cunt meshing with her own aroused pussy.