“All rise for her royal majesty, empress of the 3 seas, queen of Pastairdon, master of the arcane arts, Princess Nona.” A horn blared, and everyone in the great hall of the capital bowed as the queen entered. Except for the hooded man standing before the throne. Silent eyes watched him as the queen made her journey to her seat of prominence, the swords of knights ready to be drawn at any moment. “You’re a brave fool aren’t you,” Nona said as she took her seat and crossed her legs, “I’ve granted you this audience, stranger, because I’ve heard great adventurers entered the capital. I didn’t know you were slovenly dogs.” The stranger squeezed a black gloved fist, then removed his hood to reveal a man’s face weathered by adventure. “Your highness,” He replied, “I’m sorry for my lack of manners, but I have been sent here with grave news. You may be in danger.” The young queen motioned with a satin glove, and the rest of the audience stood. An advisor moved the Nona’s side, an older man with a hat tall enough to make the man look rather top heavy. “If you have news, then speak it.” Queen Nona said. The stranger looked back and forth across the faces of the knights, “I think you underestimate the situation, your highness.” Nona let out a high pitched laugh that made the adventurer wince, and the advisor joined her. “Who do you think you’re speaking to?” Nona said as she stood before her court. She lifted her hands in the air, and a crackle of lightning erupted, engulfing her palm and sizzling down her arm. “Maybe you weren’t paying attention? Maybe your journeys have made you mad?” The stranger didn’t flinch at the display of arcane might, in fact, his resolve seemed to harden. “This is information I cannot trust with anyone but you alone,” The stranger said, “If you wish to ignore me, I can leave now.” Nona pondered this, “What is your name, Adventurer?” “I am called Dalis.” Nona snapped her fingers, and stood from her seat. All but a knight, the advisor, and Dalis, went back to their knee. “Follow me.” They walked out of the hall, and into the passages behind the throne. The walls were tight in, and doors lined each side. Dalis knew his castles, and knew that there were plenty of guards at the ready, as well as meeting rooms, behind those doors. They stopped and Nona moved aside for the advisor to unlock the door and step inside. It was a meeting room, with nothing more than a quality wooden table, and four tall chairs. Nona sat in the nearest chair and turned on Dalis. “Now tell me, what is your grave news?” Dalis looked between the advisor and the plate-covered knight. The queen let out a sigh of exasperation, “Wait outside you two.” Dalis and the advisor met eyes, and the old man nodded and lead the knight out. The door was closed, and there was the sound of a heavy lock. “You are needy, do you know that?” Nona said as she stood from her chair, “I don’t know what shitswells you’ve been traveling, but you’re lucky you aren’t bad looking. I’ve had men executed for less.” “Really?” Dalis said, “And do you think your servants enjoy dealing with a bitch of a queen?” The Queen’s face stretched in surprise, “How dare you?” She walked right into his face, managing to look up into his eyes as if she was looking down at him. When she moved so close, Dalis started to smile, despite the situation. Nona gasped again, but this time over something different. She looked down, and saw a glimmering curved blade pressed against her neck. “You have no idea how tired I am of hearing snooty nobles talk down to me.” “This is foolish,” She said, “You’ll be hanged, your whole family will be…” She shut up as the blade was pressed in closer. The adventurer went into his bag with his free hand, and pulled out a mess of supplies, including a short pole, a torch, and some rope. With the rope in hand, he forced the queen to turn. “I’ll scream, they will be here in moments,” Nona said. “Somehow I think you care about your life too much to try that.” Her hands were tied behind her, then she was pushed back until she was seated on the edge of the heavy wood table. Despite the situation, she managed to keep a regal appearance. Her crown was on straight, and her decorated bosom heaved slightly as she sat up straight. “Do you know what it took for me to get here?” Dalis said as he waved the knife in front of her, “I have been on the road for a year and a half, beset by horrors you couldn’t imagine, plumbed the depths of the planet for arcane trinkets, and all in the name of truth or justice or some shit.” Nona looked at him sideways, “What does this have to do with me?” Dalis snarled, his knife gripping the front of her dress before he held her at the shoulder and cut into it. The material stripped away, revealing a buttoned up bodice beneath it. Nona started to cry out, then thought better of it. “Every time we come back to town, I expect that maybe this time there will be thanks, some crowd ready to cheer my name. Instead I am greeted by peasants wanting me to clear oversized rodents from their basements, and pretty little queens looking down their noses at me.” Dalis used his knife to pop a button off the queen’s top, her barely contained breasts bouncing as the garment lost integrity. Another button went flying, and Nona watched it, as her chest strained to be contained. “At the very least you would expect the shop keepers to help, with how many caravans I’ve rescued. Instead, I’m dirt poor, and those money-grubbers can’t imagine why I cannot pay to buy a new set of boots.” “Stop,” Nona cried out, “Immediately, go now and I promise you your head.” Dalis looked her in the eye as he popped the last button, a rush of material as her nude breasts were exposed. Her nipples were hard peaks on hills of tender flesh. “Who is going to stop me?” He taunted. He pushed her down onto her back, and his hands went to beneath her gown. Layers of slip were cut away to expose his prize. Bare leg, and the queen’s undergarments. “You better hold still for this part,” He whispered as he put his knife into the underpants and with a skilled slice, cut the garment away. He untied his own pants, and pulled the queen until they were hip to hip, his swelling manhood teasing her exposed entrance. “How dare you,” She said, “You come here and take out your frustrations on me? I have done nothing to you, but you shall know my vengeance, you brave dog.” “The vengeance of the Archmage Queen?” Dalis said as his hands caressed her breasts, massaging the creamy flesh, “You must be at least a little curious, since you haven't raised one lightning bolt to stop me.” Nona shook her head, “No, it isn’t like that.” Then she sucked in a long breath of air, as Dalis entered her. When she let the breath go, it came as a soft sigh of relief. She put back on her face of frustration. “It isn’t so bad, is it?” He asked as he began thrusting, “A sharp pain to start, and then all pleasure.” “My guards will be here any moment,” She said, “You won’t get away with this.” He brought the knife to just under her chin as he moved in close, his lips suckling her protruding nipple, sucking kindly at the sensitive flesh. While she kept her head turned up to avoid the blade, it was impossible to miss the blush in her face, or the slight movement of her hips. “If I wasn’t mistaken, your highness,” Dalis said, “I would think you were enjoying this brave dog.” He pressed in harder, deeper, and as Nona opened her mouth to respond, a moan erupted from her lips. “What was that?” He asked. “None of your business,” She said through heavy breaths, “As if you could think to please a noble woman, much less a queen.” Dalis smiled, and brought the knife to one of the queen’s nipples. She gasped in fear, but then he put the edge away and gripped the nipple under his palm, massing both as he renewed his vigorous assault. Nona was overwhelmed, soon unable to even do much more than try to look angry. Her breathing came in doggish panting, and her legs squeezed to him, holding him in place. As his thrusts became harder, Nona’s legs reached out, her back arched, and she let out a cry of lust unbecoming of a queen. Dalis pulled free from her, and released his seed across the front of her dress. “You would be surprised what I’m capable of, your highness.” Nona’s breathing calmed, her eyes fluttered, and then she passed out. Some hour later four adventurers sat around a table in the local tavern. “Everyone get things done?” asked Nevel the cleric. “Their local stores of reagents did the trick,” Said the hooded mage Desdie. “The horses are fed, and weapons are sharpened,” Said Tallern the Rogue. “I managed to fuck the queen,” Said Dalis with a proud smile on his face. Nevel’s eyes went wide, “Did you at least tell her about the changeling?” Dalis looked at Nevel, then looked at the rest of the party, “Shit.”