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Series: Queen's Blade
Pairing: Echidna/Menace + Menace/Servant girls
Rating: X - This is pretty much porn almost right from the start all the way through to the end
Length: 888 words by LibreOffice count
Warnings: Trigger Warning: Dubcon/Noncon. If you don't like booze or girls getting bit in the tit by snakes/poisonings either you shouldn't read this as well.
Summary: Echidna has her way with the girls at the palace of the Kingdom of Amara. The Queen is especially targeted.
The Kingdom of Amara was known for its large, loud celebrations. Ever since its revival, people were drawn to the mysterious oasis in the desert, going to the palace near the water just to partake in its special brand of drunken revelry. Queen Menace in particular was good at partying and was known for emptying more jugs of wine on her own than most armies could down. That's what happens when you're technically undead though; you don't have to worry about hangovers or your liver like you used to in your previous life.
Menace was also known for keeping pretty much every woman in the kingdom as a slave on some level, working at her palace. They were happy too. Maybe too happy. Offering up their bodies, cupping their tits and cunts tight to use as drinking glasses, jug after jug of wine spilled onto their skin to be sucked off by each other and their gorgeous queen. After this, Menace would get a good massage in, the finest oils penetrating her, lulling her into a state of grogginess. Her body was relaxed, rubbery, and propped up against a pile of soft, silken pillows. The sun had long since set, her eyes grown weary, letting her mind shut off and drift happily into slumber.
The wine had sedated her deeply so that when the guards started screaming for help, she took no notice. A figure, lithe and curved, had entered through the front gate, something slipping off of her body and biting the girls in their boobs, poisoning them and knocking them out. They wouldn't die; the intruder would come back and personally apply her antidote with a kiss before leaving, but for now, they were set to rest as the intruder made her way to where Menace was.
What a sight she was to behold, all regal and shining, the moonlight reflecting off the oils in her skin. She looked like a spoiled fucking brat; one of the types of girls the intruder liked to ruin the most. The intruder stepped quickly and quietly into a moonbeam, revealing herself to the Queen, tapping her on the shoulder.
“Wake up, your majesty, it's time for some fun~” taunted the intruder. Menace wouldn't budge. “Shit, she's really out of it. Oh well, I prefer them when they're squirming, but I suppose this will do to curb my cravings for now.”
The intruder slipped out of her outfit in a flash, not like there was much there to begin with, nuzzling up from behind the Queen and placing an arm around her neck. It wouldn't be enough to make her pass out, but it would keep her in place as her attacker took her other hand and placed it on Menace's left tit, squeezing it hard and massaging the nipple in circles.
“Oh my, seems I have a guest.” yawned Menace, still asleep. She was aware, but wasn't. “Please, do enjoy the girls now, I have to get my beauty rest.” nodding back off and pressing herself warmly into her attacker. It was always less fun for her when they gave consent; their faces when they fight back, upset and furious, were cutest and what got her most wet. Still, she was practically raping royalty, and one couldn't complain if that was all they could get. Most would be dead by now in this situation, not invited in like a long lost relative.
The intruder had her way with her, biting her neck and ears, listening to her moan happily in her sleep. Her fingers danced down from her tits and down her sides, massaging her thighs and playing with the outer lips of her royal, fuzzed cunt. She wondered if Menace was dreaming about this, maybe dreaming it was one of her servant girls, or perhaps not of sex at all. Did it matter? Not when she was having this much fun. She began clamping her arm down against her neck a bit more just to have her flail a bit against her body, the intruder letting out a loud groan as her own cunt made itself sticky, pressed firm against Menace's ass.
Menace's attacker pressed her palm against her clit, itself red and eager, pushing a couple fingers inside and digging around as she sucked on the Queen's shoulder and bit at her neck. She rubbed herself up happily against her ass and spine, shivering and groaning especially loud as she came, leaving a wet trail on her. The momentum from her orgasm carried over into her fingering, Menace herself cumming her sleep and letting out a satisfied sigh.
Her attacker got up, grinning, her work here done. Off to get paid by her employer for leaving the girls of the castle vulnerable. Though the girls were given their doses of antidote, they were still weak and reeling from the attack, unable to wake their Queen to ask what had happened that night, instead opting to pass out themselves.
Menace didn't care. Her dreams were sweet and her rest was long and warm. When she woke up with the sunrise, she cared not her body was sticky and that her pillows were damp. Just so long as she could continue living like this, she didn't mind being thoroughly admired in that way one bit.
Pairing: Echidna/Menace + Menace/Servant girls
Rating: X - This is pretty much porn almost right from the start all the way through to the end
Length: 888 words by LibreOffice count
Warnings: Trigger Warning: Dubcon/Noncon. If you don't like booze or girls getting bit in the tit by snakes/poisonings either you shouldn't read this as well.
Summary: Echidna has her way with the girls at the palace of the Kingdom of Amara. The Queen is especially targeted.
The Kingdom of Amara was known for its large, loud celebrations. Ever since its revival, people were drawn to the mysterious oasis in the desert, going to the palace near the water just to partake in its special brand of drunken revelry. Queen Menace in particular was good at partying and was known for emptying more jugs of wine on her own than most armies could down. That's what happens when you're technically undead though; you don't have to worry about hangovers or your liver like you used to in your previous life.
Menace was also known for keeping pretty much every woman in the kingdom as a slave on some level, working at her palace. They were happy too. Maybe too happy. Offering up their bodies, cupping their tits and cunts tight to use as drinking glasses, jug after jug of wine spilled onto their skin to be sucked off by each other and their gorgeous queen. After this, Menace would get a good massage in, the finest oils penetrating her, lulling her into a state of grogginess. Her body was relaxed, rubbery, and propped up against a pile of soft, silken pillows. The sun had long since set, her eyes grown weary, letting her mind shut off and drift happily into slumber.
The wine had sedated her deeply so that when the guards started screaming for help, she took no notice. A figure, lithe and curved, had entered through the front gate, something slipping off of her body and biting the girls in their boobs, poisoning them and knocking them out. They wouldn't die; the intruder would come back and personally apply her antidote with a kiss before leaving, but for now, they were set to rest as the intruder made her way to where Menace was.
What a sight she was to behold, all regal and shining, the moonlight reflecting off the oils in her skin. She looked like a spoiled fucking brat; one of the types of girls the intruder liked to ruin the most. The intruder stepped quickly and quietly into a moonbeam, revealing herself to the Queen, tapping her on the shoulder.
“Wake up, your majesty, it's time for some fun~” taunted the intruder. Menace wouldn't budge. “Shit, she's really out of it. Oh well, I prefer them when they're squirming, but I suppose this will do to curb my cravings for now.”
The intruder slipped out of her outfit in a flash, not like there was much there to begin with, nuzzling up from behind the Queen and placing an arm around her neck. It wouldn't be enough to make her pass out, but it would keep her in place as her attacker took her other hand and placed it on Menace's left tit, squeezing it hard and massaging the nipple in circles.
“Oh my, seems I have a guest.” yawned Menace, still asleep. She was aware, but wasn't. “Please, do enjoy the girls now, I have to get my beauty rest.” nodding back off and pressing herself warmly into her attacker. It was always less fun for her when they gave consent; their faces when they fight back, upset and furious, were cutest and what got her most wet. Still, she was practically raping royalty, and one couldn't complain if that was all they could get. Most would be dead by now in this situation, not invited in like a long lost relative.
The intruder had her way with her, biting her neck and ears, listening to her moan happily in her sleep. Her fingers danced down from her tits and down her sides, massaging her thighs and playing with the outer lips of her royal, fuzzed cunt. She wondered if Menace was dreaming about this, maybe dreaming it was one of her servant girls, or perhaps not of sex at all. Did it matter? Not when she was having this much fun. She began clamping her arm down against her neck a bit more just to have her flail a bit against her body, the intruder letting out a loud groan as her own cunt made itself sticky, pressed firm against Menace's ass.
Menace's attacker pressed her palm against her clit, itself red and eager, pushing a couple fingers inside and digging around as she sucked on the Queen's shoulder and bit at her neck. She rubbed herself up happily against her ass and spine, shivering and groaning especially loud as she came, leaving a wet trail on her. The momentum from her orgasm carried over into her fingering, Menace herself cumming her sleep and letting out a satisfied sigh.
Her attacker got up, grinning, her work here done. Off to get paid by her employer for leaving the girls of the castle vulnerable. Though the girls were given their doses of antidote, they were still weak and reeling from the attack, unable to wake their Queen to ask what had happened that night, instead opting to pass out themselves.
Menace didn't care. Her dreams were sweet and her rest was long and warm. When she woke up with the sunrise, she cared not her body was sticky and that her pillows were damp. Just so long as she could continue living like this, she didn't mind being thoroughly admired in that way one bit.
