Succubus Queen IC (Open)

[Veroe]

Kaplan Eppstem

Kaplan had gotten lost within his fantasy of him actually having the honor of placing his unworthy cock within his Queen's glorious pussy as she deflowered the Princess when Suddenly he was snapped out of it as his Queen pulled out her tail and flicked the Princess' juices dismissively off it. A drop actually sailed so far that it landed in the space before him. His free hand reached out and dabbed it. It had last touched his Queen. He brought it to his lips and tasted it. It was sweet, salty, sour, bitter...all of these and none. It was magnificent.

The door opened and he saw his Queen staring down at him. "Come in, Kaplan, perhaps we can show our dear princess what loyal slaves deserve," She said.

He could only stare up at her dumbfounded like a fool mesmerized by her eyes. She bent down and grabbed him by the chin. She only had to make the slightest effort before he rose with her hand.

"From now on I don't want you to masturbate at all, my pussy is yours whenever you need it."

His hand immediately left his cock as he stammered, "Y-yes my Queen, I will never..." Did she just say...No he was not worthy. He was fantasizing again.

"I learned my lesson with the last majordormo, I just can't take you for a prolonged period."

So, the gossip he had heard concerning poor old Vaston's demise had been incorrect, but that was usually the way with gossip.

Why was he worrying about a such silly things when his Queen was inviting him for the only thing he had ever wanted. She could use him for hours until he was a dried up husk and his soul would descend to hell thankful.

She crawled up onto the bed on all fours swaying her hips seductively making his heart skip a beat with each motion. Her tail curled up presenting a clear and unimpeded view of her open inviting cunt. It was weeping juice begging him to fulfill it. "Come on, Kaplan! My pussy is hungry!"

He almost came right there at that, but he was able to stop himself concentrating on fulfilling her command. He climbed onto the bed and slid his exuberant dick between those blue magnificent lips. He put his hands on her hips hesitantly as if waiting for a rebuke for his insolence, but none came from her. He then pushed sliding in all the way as far as his inadequate manhood could go. He began to stroke in and out saying, "Thank you my Queen. You honor me greatly."

He was living his fantasy, and it was far grander than anything his meager imagination could conjure.

 

[Devilsname]

While Kaplan had been expecting a rebuke for grabbing her hips and beginning to fuck his queen, Sheena only purred her satisfaction. She gasped as she realized Kaplan's small size compared to her meals, but it didn't matter, she was a succubus! Succubi all have an extreme mastery over their main asset, they could control the tightness of their depths and their muscle contractions to make entirely new sensations for their meal. One could even go so far to say the same effect was reached with her pussy as her tail affected females.

Sheena was definately living up to her heritage as her pussy began clamping down on Kaplan, pulsating and pulling him in deeper with just her pussy. She moaned over her purring and grabbed Haylin's arm. Sheena pulled the meek princess underneath her and thrust her tongue into Haylin's mouth as she lip-locked with the girl once more. Her wings were getting in the way to much, so she used her shape shifting to remove them for now and wrapped her tail around her waist like a belt.

"Ohhh, Kaplan," Sheena moaned encouragingly as she stopped kissing Haylin for a moment, "Don't worry, I won't take your soul but...cum in my pussy! Ahh!! I need it! Fill me up as much as you can!" And then she returned to her dominating kiss with Haylin.

 

[Gadget_Girl]

Haylin cried out in frustration as the Queen removed the tail from her, panting as the woman crooned out about her needing to be a good slave to receive more. As much as hearing that hurt her, she didn't care... She wanted more, she wanted it terribly.

She still ached.
But the Queen had no concern on that at the moment.

Haylin's eyes widened as the man watching them was beckoned into the room, the demoness atop her commanding him to fuck her. Haylin simply laid there, still whimpering in frustration as the man happily did as she asked.

She could hear the motions he made, the sounds of his cock moving inside the wet Queen's folds. Haylin tried to block out the noises, closing her eyes and trying to regain herself. "Please, wait- Please...," She begged, the actions above her not helping her current state.

The Queen's lips took hers once more, that phallic tongue claiming her mouth and throat tet again. It gagged her for a second time, though the now incredibly aroused princess took a more active role in the forceful tongue's attack. She began to tease the Queen's tongue, letting her own run beneath it and treated it as though it truly were attached to a man, Haylin wanting to impress the Queen and be rewarded with the cure for her throbbing pussy and the torturous ache inside her.

 

[Veroe]

Kaplan Eppstem

She purred in satisfaction as he entered her. His queen spoke out encouragement as his jubilant cock slid back and forth inisde her clenching pussy. Kaplan knew she had the finest of skill with the hidden caress as his Queen's acolytes called it, but actually experiencing her folds gripping and pulling even his shamefully meager cock was eye-opening; literally.

Her tail curled around her waist her wings folded in and vanished from her back ran his along her flexing muscles there. Tracing his fingers down her spine to the especially sensitive erogenous zone at the small of her back just abover where her tail emerged from between the genesis of her heart-shaped ass cheeks.

He jumped as his Queen grabbed the Princess and claimed her lips in a lustful kiss. He had forgotten she was with them.

Then his back arched and his head lolled back his eyes rolled up inside his head as she proved beyond a doubt her mastery of the Hidden Caress. She said something but Kaplan was too busy trying not to explode within her to hear.

He would not be first to come, that was not his place, though it may be his fate. She, his Queen would come before either of them. Of that Kaplan was determined.

He had spent the last three years watching her and only her. That was how he knew of that spot in the small of her back, and also how she liked her clitoris stimulated. He remembered the motions of her own fingers as his hand slid down around her. It was proudly standing out from its hood waiting for his fingers.

Rub up and down five times, swirl around it three times to the left then four swirls to the right. Then gently clasp it increasing his pressure until he was pinching it. Then twist it followed by three small pats then two hard swats. Two more gentle then one more hard followed by one last one heistating to draw out her anticipation. Through all this he continued a steady if not torturous pacedrawing his cock in and out of her squeezing fluctuating pussy.

 

[Devilsname]

Sheena howled in lust, she would not be overpowered by two mortals! If she came then both of their souls would be lost to her hunger! She wouldn't let her first two fucktoys destroy themselves! She began gyrating her hips faster and using her caress to the best of her ability, wherein it felt as if a dozen hands and tongues were wrapped around Kaplan's cock as well as the queen's cunt.

Sheena then leaned her torso down, rubbing her large breasts and rock hard nipples against Haylin's chest as she made the cock-that-was-her-tongue grow bigger and shoved itself down Haylin's throat completely! To give her slight encouragement, she let the tip of her tail reach down and caress the moist opening of Haylin's need once more.

Sheena closed her eyes in pleasure, she knew she was close. If Kaplan did not stop soon then he would never serve her again...

 

[Veroe]

Kaplan Eppstem

Kaplan's Queen howled as Kaplan finished the motions of his fingers on her clit and began the sequence anew. It was getting harder to do that as she began gyrating her hips and intensifying the hidden caress around his cock even further.

It was already unbearable but now..now it was too much for him. He came, and came within her. Crying out with the intense pleasure of the climax and the despair of the knowledge that he had left his Queen's needs unmet. He knew it would have cost him his soul, but that was a price he'd gladly pay to satisfy her.

He fell back onto the bed exhausted his chest heaving up and down as he tried to make his heavy head rise to see her again, his Queen. weakly he murmured, "Forgive me."

 

[Devilsname]

Sheena was thankful beyond words when she felt Kaplan offer himself to her, filling her pussy with his seed. "Mmm, thank you for such a generous donation," Sheena said as she broke the kiss with Haylin. Then he asked for forgiveness and chuckled, "The only ones who will make me cum are those that are going straight to hell, you two are my playthings from now on, to enjoy as I please. You are never to do that again."

Turning back to Haylin and giving her a long lick along her neck and cheek, Sheena dismissed Kaplan by saying, "Now leave us, I have very royal matters to attend to."

Grinding against Haylin's pussy with abandon, Sheena kissed all over Haylin's neck and face, tempting the meek princess. "I can only do what you ask of me, your highness...beg for me to saite your ache...your hunger....your need..."

 

[Gadget_Girl]

Hearing the two above her, the man begging forgiveness for his own release, Haylin continued to twist and turn beneath them, the Queen's taunting touches driving her insane. The sound of the two above her, even the scent of the combined trio that lingered in the air was making everything that much more agonizing.

But then she stopped.
The tongue withdrew, the Queen speaking with the man.

...Her playthings?

The princess' mind lingered on those words, though quickly forgot them with the Queen's tongue, in its more natural state, slid against her skin. She spoke to the man once more, but Haylin barely heard the words. The friction between them, the pressure and movement of the Queen's body against hers, her throbbing pussy relishing it all-

"Please...," she choked out, whimpering as the Queen told her to beg. Tears in her eyes, she began to do just that, pleading to the Queen. "Please, make it stop... Make it go away-," She panted, crying out as the pressure built even higher inside her. She couldn't take much more of this, her breaths in ragged puffs now as she squirmed about.

 

[Veroe]

Kaplan Eppstem

"Mmm, thank you for such a generous donation," His Queen said as he landed on his back. .

"The only ones who will make me cum are those that are going straight to hell, you two are my playthings from now on, to enjoy as I please. You are never to do that again." when Kaplan asked her forgiveness.

But his Queen had not been fulfilled, satisfied, satiated. He knew it would've cost him an everlasting torment in hell, but her needs had not been met by him. He felt nothing but shame at that plain simple fact.

She had taken some energy from him though, enough for him to feel like he needed to sleep for a week.

"Now leave us, I have very royal matters to attend to."

"As you command my Queen. Though I remind you tomorrow you are to reward the hero of the fall of the Citadel of Caramore, your acolyte Brannath Voule. I will come to help prepare you for it early in the morning."

He liked both Voule twins they were some of the few of his Queen's acolytes that did not make him contemplate bloody murder. The others dipped far too heavily into his Queen's pool of slaves, and the attitudes-hence the contemplation of bloody murder. Never-the-less tomorrow had enough busyiness for him as well. He had an expedition south to plan into the rolling plains of the Amazon women and the deep forest of the isolationalistic elves to supplement the supply of pows and pleasureslaves from Caramore.

He exited his Queen's private quarters and to the nearby small room that was his. He fell asleep quickly after his head hit his pillow.

 

[Devilsname]

Sheena grinned, this girl was as good as hers. "As you wish, princess," she said sarcastically. She covered Haylin's mouth again, raping her throat with her tongue while her tail slid slowly back inside of Haylin. Sheena grabbed and squeezed Haylin's breasts beneath her own, groping the poor girl with rough squeezes.

Finally, the queen felt her tail bump into Haylin's cervix. Renewing her assualt in the young girl's mouth, Sheena also began to pump in and out, almost completely taking her tail out of Haylin with each thrust! Each time she pushed against Haylin's cervix, eager to push through and fill her womb.

Soon enough, Sheena succeeded. She howled in pleasure into his passionate rape/kiss as she felt the tail push as far as it possibly could into Haylin's depths. This didn't stop Sheena, however, she continued pounding Haylin's cunt and letting sheer pleasure rush over her body as she ravaged Haylin's body.

 

[knight713]

Knight

As the Sun began to set two riders could be seen rideing up towards the castle both of them at a fast gallap one of the figures was dressed in black armor which gleamed in the fading sunlight. The other figure had on a cloak with his hands tied in front of him with a rope leading to the other riders hands. Both of them came to a quick stop as they came to a halt as guards stepped forward.

" Take this trator to the dungeons" the voice ordered as she got off the horse and pulled the man to the ground by the rope. the man fell to the ground hard adn gave a loud grunt as he got up. The two guards quickly laughed as they brought him up ruffly and dragged him off.

The last sight the figure in black armor saw of her prisnor was that he had a friendly smile on his face

" How can he be smiling he knows what will happen to him" The knight in black armor thought to herself the knight quickly walked through the doors and into the castle. The Knight's boots echoing all around the knight quickly came upon a servant and gave her a order

" You there where is the Queen I have news to tell her of the trator Keith" the knight ordered in a booming voice.

" She is in her room with two others" The Servent replied nerviously

" I see then tell the Queen I will like to see her, that would be all" The knight added as he took off.

The Knight quickly took off and up the stairs and arrived at a large wooden door. The knight slowly and carefully pushed the door opened and entered the room. The room was large with large bed and a stand that was used to hold the armor when the knight was not wearing it
A large window let in what little light was present soon that fade away. The only light that was seen was from the many candles that was in room adn oil lamps.

" why did you do it" the knight replied as he stood in front of the mirror slolwy the knight took off the helmet and looked at himslef in the mirror. The face staring back the knight was a female face. " You of all people why " She asked as she looked into the mirror and lowered her head in disbelief

 

[Katamari Roller]

The ground shook slightly. It was a tiny vibration, barely perceptible at first. But, after a few moments, there was a soft rumbling. A new sound, then, served as companion to the vibrations. It was sharp, metallic, and it echoed in the darkness. Then, there was another rumbling, and the orange light of a torch came into the cave below, putting the shadows to flight or scaring them into the deepest cracks in the cave.

"Ahahah...! Just as I told you!"

A man slid down the earthy slope, and looked down amusedly at the white floor his feet had found. He stepped aside, and two more men appeared, one after the other, holding torches and picks in their hands. The three men were dirty, and were armed and lightly armoured, with chainmail and leather, and the coat of arms of Asaria on their chests. One of them whistled in amazement as he looked around. The men spread out in the room, bringing light to a scene of carnage. Broken armour, chipped swords, blood and flesh intermingled with stones. All covered in dust.

"Well, it was true. The gallery didn´t collapse. But how did you know?"

"The tower should have sunk into the ground, but it didn´t." The first man said as he walked along the grisly corridor, staying by the wall. "It just sort of stayed there, where this place was."

"Hmph... well, be an architect if ya want to. I´ve come for the loot..." The third man commented with a gruff voice as he knelt over the corpses and dug his hands among them.

"Hah! Fine then..." The first man grinned as he continued down the corridor. He knew the best loot would not be among the dead, but at the end of the corridor, in the untouched section of the castle. That was obvious, but his companions were not too smart. They had been in the army too long, they had had their brains knocked out of them by harsh sergeants and a fair few blows to the head, he mused.

Unlike him, though, they would live longer. There was a corner in the corridor, and he took it without thinking his actions through. The price he paid was high. A gauntlet closed around his mouth and a sword ran him through from back to front, the blade sticking through his chest with a mix of old and new blood on it. The man expired as he fell, and the torch´s light reflected on his open, empty eyes. A figure clad in blood-stained white slipped into the shadows beyond the torch´s light.






The oldest man, a tough, tall bearded soldier, grasped a bag and pulled it up, judging the weight of all the loot he had managed to acquire. The Knights of Caramore sure liked to wear expensive things on themselves. Not like the Asarians. They preferred to have their money in a bag, buried under their beds. The younger one, with a stubble and a scar that ran down his neck, had another bag which he was tying closed.

"Well, I think we´d be better off going back to the camp now and continuing tomorrow. Wouldn´t want the others to smell this out..." He commented. The bearded soldier agreed, looking around himself.

"Where´s Arik, then? Gone deeper?"

"So it seems. We´d better find him and drag him back with us, you know he´ll try to take everything in one sweep if we don´t stop him." Said the other one, obviously bothered with the prospect of staying one more minute in the place. Hearing steps coming close, both looked up, but they saw no torch light. The bearded man grinned. "Heh! What is it, Arik, did your t- ?"

Before he could finish the sentence, Farine ran out of the darkness towards him, her armour clattering as she charged with a long sword held two-handed. The bearded man took a step back as he dropped the sack he was holding and reached for his sword, eyes wide in panic, but he was too slow. Farine´s sword slashed diagonally down his chest propelled by her slender arms, and he fell, joining the corpses already on the floor, the latest addition to the latest chapter in the history of the Royal Castle of Caramore. Without uttering a word, Farine stepped over him and went after the last man with murder in her eyes. He had enough time to draw a large axe he carried on his back, and held it two-handed as he gritted his teeth before the apparition of the surviving knight. Her white uniform and armour were stained with old and new blood, and her right eye was closed, dry blood all over it. Her uniform´s skirt had cuts all over it, and her armour was dented in the chest, the thighs and the arms. But for all that, he was not scared anymore. She was human, and he could kill her if he was aggressive enough.

"Go to hell, Carmorian whore!" He shouted as he leapt forward, weilding his axe in a wide, horizontal arc that would have torn cut her side to side if she hadn´t stepped back.

"HEAH!" Before he could recover his balance, the Lady Knight stepped forward and sunk her sword right into his armpit from below, tearing apart the bones it found in its way as it exited by his head. Farine liberated her sword quickly with a savage yanking motion, and the man fell onto his side, his life leaving his body as fast as his blood. His axe fell on top of another Asarian´s corpse.

Farine felt like she was going to faint. It wasn´t the sight of new blood that got to her, it was the smell of death, and the exhaustion of the last few days. She had barely had any rest before the siege, she had fought day after day, and now...

Now, Farine´s heart tightened with fear. But the breeze coming from the exit the Asarians had made for her relieved her. It was the fresh breeze of the night.






She scrambled up the slope of dirt and stones before her with the tremendous weight of her armour and exhaustion making her wounds ache and her feet falter. But she made it, and she pulled herself up and out of the corridors she thought would be her grave. Once outside, she fell onto her knees, gasping for breath, her eyes tiredly surveying the desolate scenery before her. The Castle of Caramore had fallen, she could see. The main tower had collapsed too, and there were signs of fire everywhere. There were still piles of corpses by the walls, and the gardens... when Farine was able to stand up, she looked over the terrace she was on, down at where the Royal Gardens used to be.

They had been turned into an immense cemetery, with graves stretching as far as the moonlight let her see. Dozens of graves were already filled, and there were still many to be dug. At the sight, Farine thought she was going to die. But a noise behind her took her attention. She turned, rising her sword in surprise, only to see three horses tied to a few charred poles that must have been the stables´ columns. She stood up, new energies coming to her aching legs.

"Praise Elia...!" She whispered from a dry throat as her feet took her to the horses in what felt like miles walked in a dream. The first thing she looked for, and thankfully found, was water. She sank her sword in the ground and drank avidly, emptying the first one in a minute. The second one she poured all over her face. The wound on her forehead that had blinded her right eye with blood stung like a wasp´s attack, and she muttered a thousand curses on the Asarians. Taking a few clothes, she tried to clean the wound and her eye as best she could, as well as her sword. Her uniform and armour were beyond any kind of mending she could do with such poor resources.

That was when it struck her. Farine did not know what to do. Her mind drew a blank. She was too tired and hungry to think clearly. That hunger was what made her look in the horses´ saddles for food, and was lucky enough to find a few crumbs of bread, cheese, and even a few sausages. All of them she devoured, and they made for a more or less fine nourishment. All of a sudden, she felt a terrible annoyance at the black ribbon holding her hair in a ponytail, and undid the knot. She felt much better then.

But why, then, were tears welling in her eyes?

She looked at the black ribbon in her hands. It was a large, black cloth of the finest material. Out of the three concessions to feminity that her uniform made, this was perhaps the most useless. It was the third, right after the white colour of her clothes and armour that denoted her rank, and the slight protuberance on her chest to accomodate her breasts. The ribbon was made of wool, and was long like a scarf, and served no practical purpose other than making Farine´s long, blonde hair more manageable. If she had wanted a more practical attire, Farine would have cut her hair short, and that would have been it. No black ribbon.
But, as a single tear fell on the cloth, Farine remembered that princess Haylin had given it to her.

It would be such a shame you should cut your beautiful hair short just because you are a Knight now, Farine!

Her legs failed her again.

Why was she still alive?

Why had Elia preserved her life only so she would be tormented like this?

"Haylin...!"

The ribbon hung from her hand as her tears mixed with the water from the canteen. The moon was the sole witness to her anguish as Farine tortured herself, her mind going through her memories of the princess with unfailing detail. She could remember everything; every little touch, every colour and word, only to cause herself a little more pain for her failure. Failure?

Yes... because she should have been there to protect the princess, and the Royal family, and the last hope of Caramore. But she had not been.

She had not been...

Her grip tightened around the ribbon. She had not been there! She had not seen what happened to the Royal family! What if they had not been killed? What if they had just been taken as prisoners? Someone had to know... she had to find someone who could know!

With a new purpose, Farine returned to the cave. The Asarians she had just killed were looting the place. In time, more would come, but Farine could use everything in that wing of the castle in her own benefit. Those had been the barracks. There were weapons of the finest quality in the armoury, and the money of her fellow knights was still by their beds. Her spare uniform and armour rested in a chest by her bed, waiting for her owner to reclaim them. As soon as she had retrieved everything she needed, Farine would cover the hole the grave robbers had dug to preserve her comrades´ tomb as best she could against the Succubus´ minions, and scare the horses away so no one would ever know where the men had gone to.

And then...

Then, Faerine Caelas would fulfill her duty as Lady Knight of Caramore, and woe to him that stood in her way.

 

[Gadget_Girl]

Haylin screamed.
It was silenced in the Queen's rough kiss, but the noise came from her loud and fierce, her eyes tightly closed as she tried to breathe.

Everything that had happened so quickly, at such a fast pace that left her dizzy- and even more-so now; her head was reeling and the young girl felt as though she may pass out. The Queen's probing tail refused to give up, leaving her to whimper and cry out from beneath the Queen as she tried to shake her head. No more, she couldn't take any more...

She wanted to breathe.
She wanted to think for herself again.
This woman made it impossible to do either.

Her body was tired, spent beneath the Succubus Queen, but even that didn't stop the flood of curious pleasure that left her seeing blinding spots. Haylin gasped for air finally as the woman pulled away, still with tears in her eyes. She wasn't sure now where they came from; fear... or relief?

"Th... thank you...," She whispered out meekly, again uncertain on her reasons for saying it. Because of the Queen stopping, or what she had done? Haylin remembered the words she had said, the actions she had made... Begging this woman to-

-To take her virginity.
What would her father have said if he saw her, heard her?!

 

[Veroe]

IC: Madock Bey, Royal barracks wing, Asaria

Madock was the Captain of the Palace gaurd. He was getting too old to walk these steps. Madock topped the stairs and walked down a corridor with a slight limp. He had gotten the limp when his King, Kelton, had sent the gaurds to slay the Succubus that had ensorcelled his son, the young and impulsive prince Carom.

He and all his comrades in the gaurd had tried to follow the orders of their king, trying with alll their skill and strength to kill the demoness, but in vain. She had toyed with them as they tried to slay her-killing some outright, leaving others for more strenuous and pleasurable deaths. Madock was the only one she had let live. To this day he did not exactly know why though he suspected it was because he was the only one that had sworn his fealty, his unquestioning unconditional fealty, to her breaking every vow he had sworn to his king and to himself.

The Queen he served now was a sadist. Why else would she allow him to live for so long serving her in his dishonor bound by his own tattered sense of honor to serve as faithfully as that obsessed idiot Kaplan Eppstem.

But such thinking was useless. He had long since accepted this lot in life, still there were bright spots. like the young man whose door he now stopped at, This one reminded Madock of himself...before she made him change over the years of serving and protecting her.

He rapped lightly on the young man's door ever respectful of his insistence on privacy.

Tag: Knight

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IC: Morab Dell, Outside the Royal Citadel, Caramore

A hand stuck out of the dirt, and Morab's head soon followed. For a long moment he breathed deep lungfuls of air, glorious, free air. He laughed hysterically as he pulled himself out of his grave.

Two years ago he had been a shepherd in the hills along the border between Asaria and Caramore. He had earned alot of money one night and sat down at a tavern to spend it with fine ale and a fine whore. he never got to spend more than a flagon's worth of it. A large man stepped up behind him. There was a Whunk sound a shapr pain at the back of his head then blackness.

He awoke in the training camp of the Asarian army. At spearpoint he trained as a soldier beside other reluctant volunteers. Then they invaded Caramore, and Dell had fought and killed, and done things he was not proud of, not deep down where the shepherd still resided.

But that was over. After the citadel fell and he and his comrades stormed the castle. Morab Dell decided one thing. He was leaving. He was putting all the death and destruction leagues away from him. He was going to run, and he was going to keep running. Then he was going to finish that ale and find that fine whore. He was going to bury himself in that flagon and that whore and forget the last two years of war and horror he had been forced to endure.

So he found a corpse in the rubble that had once been Caramore's citadel and switched clothes with it. The men who had been assigned to bury the dead had barely noticed the ugly woman they were shoveling dirt on. they had been suitably drunk for such macabre work.

And now he was free for the first time in two years. Giddily he crossed the mass graveyard towards the rubble pile of the citadel. There were supposed to be a large cavern underneath, he had been a part of the sapper team searching for it as a means inside the castle a couple months ago He was willing to bet it was still there, with who knows what inside.

He bunched up the bloodstained dress around his waist guffawing, "How do women walk around in these things?"

He chuckled as he climbed over the pile of rubble that had once been the outer wall of the citadel six feet thick and thirty feet high. First thing he was going to look for was a decent pair of pants. Then there was the pressing business of that ale and that whore.

He laughed as tied the cumbersome skirt of his dress tight around his waist, "I never realised how ridiculous dresses are before."

Tag: Katamari

 

[knight713]

The sound of a person knocking at the door quickly brought knight back to reality.

" Enter." she ordered as she quickly turned to face the door and waited for the person to enter her room. With sword at ready she watched as the door open and saw Madock Bey walk in.

Madock captain of the palace guards who also served another king who was killed. He had pledged his loyalty to the Queen after witnessing the deaths of his comrades.

" A man who is willing to switch sides after pledging his life to another its appalling" knight thought to herself. " he should have given his life in the fight" she added " But he feared for his life and willing ot make a deal with a devil to live longer" she added to herself

" What do you need Sir Madock" Knight said as she looked over the man who was getting old. But he still looked like he could handle himself in a fight.

" Is the queen ready to see me now?" she asked as she picked up her helmet off the bed.

 

[Veroe]

Madock Bey

Madock Bey opened the door when the voice behind him said, "Enter"

He stopped as he saw this man for the first time without helmet or mask. She was a girl...He had suspected...a girl or a rather effeminate man under the armor, but seeing is different than unconfirmed suspicions he looked the other way on...He did not know why she hid her gender...but Madock respected her desire to,and decided to keep his distance from that topic for the time being.

"What do you need Sir Madock," The woman said casually.

"I just wanted to say I am sorry for your loss, lad...I guess it's lass now," He said taking a fatherly air towards her. He didn't know why he treated them all as his sons (and now a daughter). He knew what they thought of him. He was a dishonorable traitor. "For Keith. He was a comrade. A good lad," he continued, "I know the pain one can feel when duty and heart are in conflict."

He turned his gaze to her mirror looking at the face staring back at him-his face. It looked weathered, beaten by the strain of years serving an evil he can no longer recognize as such. "The Queen we are sworn to serve attracts two kinds of servants those that devote all they are to her purity, dark as it may be. And one that keeps some part of themselves hidden from her using duty as a shield to protect that last bastion of who they used to be from her."

"Keith was the last type. I think he realized he was surrendering that last bastion to her and could no longer stomach it. So he ran. You chased him and caught him, as was your duty. Now he will rot away in the dungeon or be placed in the Queen's buffet line, and I cannot say which would be a worse fate for him."

"Never-the-less," He turned back to her, "Don't worry over why he ran. Only reassure yourself that you chased him. You are a fine Knight, no matter what gender you are, and you are a devoted servant of the Queen we've both vowed to serve and protect no matter what sort of evil she is."

A brief moment of silence passed between them before she broke it, " Is the queen ready to see me now?" She took up her helmet from the bed.

"Doubtful, the princess of Caramore was brought in as spoils of war, and our Queen is amusing herself with this latest trophy. You'll have time tommorrow to report to her. I'll let the Majordomo know to schedule time for you."

Tag: Knight

 

[knight713]

“ What Lass” She thought to herself he had figured out she was really a girl impossible only two other people knew she was a girl, Keith and the Queen.” Knight added as she listen to what Madock had to say.


Keith was the last type. I think he realized he was surrendering that last bastion to her and could no longer stomach it. So he ran. You chased him and caught him, as was your duty. Now he will rot away in the dungeon or be placed in the Queen's buffet line, and I cannot say which would be a worse fate for him."

What he had said angered her he did not know Keith very well and she would have reached out and strike this man across the face but she held back. She would have to tell him what Keith was really like. Also the type of person he could become it the need rose to it.

After hearing him say the queen will see her tomorrow she took it in and thought about it for the moment.

“ So the Queen is playing with the princess of Caramore interesting no wonder she couldn’t see her when she got back” Knight thought to herself.

“ I see thank you” knight replied as she walked closer to Madock

, “But you know nothing of Keith, I should let you know about cou..” Knight began “ I mean Keith. He would walk the path of darkness if he wanted to but the knights he was with attacked a village that he got to surrender. The men disregard it and attacked the killed the men ,old people and raped the women even the children where killed.” Knight began as she stared at the old knight.
“ He doesn’t deserve to rot in a dungeon or be on the Queen’s buffet line” Knight replied as she saw Madock turn his back to her. “ I would like to ask the queen if I may kill him in one on one combat” Knight replied as she tossed her helmet on her bed. “ But the queen may not grant my request” “ you should talk to him to find out the truth of why he left” She added

“ If I do get to fight him I may have to take some of the prisoners and train myself so I can defeat him” She added with a smile.

" And I don't think i have to remind you." Knight replied as she step behind MAdock and a dagger was pulled from he rleft side. " don't tell anyone that i'm a girl" " Or it maybe the end of you" Knight replied as she whispered it to his ear .

“ That is all you may take your leave” Knight replied as she watched Madock exit her room and shut the door.

 

[Devilsname]

Haylin screamed.
It was silenced in the Queen's rough kiss, but the noise came from her loud and fierce, her eyes tightly closed as she tried to breathe.

Everything that had happened so quickly, at such a fast pace that left her dizzy- and even more-so now; her head was reeling and the young girl felt as though she may pass out. The Queen's probing tail refused to give up, leaving her to whimper and cry out from beneath the Queen as she tried to shake her head. No more, she couldn't take any more...

She wanted to breathe.
She wanted to think for herself again.
This woman made it impossible to do either.

Her body was tired, spent beneath the Succubus Queen, but even that didn't stop the flood of curious pleasure that left her seeing blinding spots. Haylin gasped for air finally as the woman pulled away, still with tears in her eyes. She wasn't sure now where they came from; fear... or relief?

"Th... thank you...," She whispered out meekly, again uncertain on her reasons for saying it. Because of the Queen stopping, or what she had done? Haylin remembered the words she had said, the actions she had made... Begging this woman to-

-To take her virginity.
What would her father have said if he saw her, heard her?!

Sheena grinned, slipping her tail once again from the spent girl's folds. "Now you are a woman...MY woman. You are my slave now and will do anything I order of you, do you understand, girl?" she growled, lust still choking her voice but now power also filled it.

Grabbing Haylin's hair, Sheena dragged the princess to the nearest window and pushed her head out of it. "Look well, Princess! There is no escape from this room! If you tried to jump you would most certainly die, or at least shatter whatever you land on." Throwing Haylin back onto the bed, Sheena mounted her again, spreading her wings with a sigh of relief.

"Now there is one more thing I would like you to do for me, slave girl. My breasts are getting heavy, would you suckle the milk from them?"

 

[Katamari Roller]

It was not the best horse, Farine realized as soon as she mounted it. She had chosen the best out of the three horses she found, of course, but it was still far away from a trained war horse. A horse that could put up with its own armour as well as that of its owner, take a speartip to it and still keep running, and charge the full standard distance to smash itself against the enemy.

It was fortunate that Farine had decided not to overload it. She just took money, her spare uniform and armour, and a few weapons that she would need in the coming days. She intended to use subterfuge as much as she could, of course, but Farine did not intend to let the Asarians get away with their crimes no matter if the Royal family was still dead or alive.

So the Lady Knight took off at full speed, not wanting to stay one moment longer in the Royal Citadel, which had become a necropolis. The horse moved at a good speed, at the very least it had been well nourished by its owner. That much ascertained, Farine slowed it down and let it advance leisurely when the outer wall of the Citadel came into view. Farine could hear no voices, or see any fire, so she assumed the Asarian army had dispersed, or set up camp somewhere else. It was a great relief, knowing she would not be disturbed leaving the Citadel. She felt calmer, ready to start planning ahead. And she knew she could count on the help of the loyal people of Caramore.

That was why the sudden noise of stones and dirt rubbing crackling in the night attracted her attention instantly. Looking off to her left, the Lady Knight saw a woman on top of the torn wall of the Citadel. Farine had nothing to fear from a woman that did not seem ready for combat, but her hand descended to the crossbow hanging off her horse´s saddle, just in case. She had to slip away unnoticed if possible. If this woman was with the Asarian army...

"Miss! What are you doing here?" She called out, as the horse steered towards the wall.

 

[Gadget_Girl]

Haylin felt sick as the Queen reminded her of her new position, her body still trying to find the strength inside to move again. She looked up at the smirking woman as she started to rise, the Princess crying out in suprise as the Queen's fingers twined into her hair and hauled her from the bed. Looking out the window the Queen forced her to view, she meekly nodded, whimpering still.

"I won't.. I won't, I swear..."

Her words were broken, still frightened and shaking from both the fierce movements of this powerful woman and what had taken place moments ago. She had never expected such words to leave her on mouth, to have such a thing happen to her- and yet, this woman had made them flow from her like water...

And caused the same with the juices that left her own body.

The Queen shoved her onto the bed once more, Haylin flinching a bit as the other woman moved above her yet again. Not again, please; Not so soon..., she begged in thought, her eyes parting open enough to see the Queen stooping down upon her.

"Now there is one more thing I would like you to do for me, slave girl."

"Oh, no...," Haylin whispered, biting down on her lip even harder. She wanted it again, didn't she?

The Princess' face took a move confused look as the Queen lowered her nipple against the younger's lips, explaining further what she wanted of her. Haylin looked up at her with wide eyes, hesitantly parting her lips and taking the flesh into them. Hesitating a bit at first, she began to slowly suck upon it, teasing it with her tongue and was given a soft trickle of fluid; a faintly sweet light gush of the Queen's milk running down her tongue. It at first scared her, not expecting it to truly happen... She pulled away, gasping as the white droplets flowed onto her chin and cheek.

 

[Devilsname]

Sheena gasped with delight as her milk spilled into Haylin's mouth, it was the most pleasurable thing a human could do to her. Thus, it was understandable when she hissed in outrage as Haylin stopped! Sheena could almost feel her breasts swelling with more milk to give to the new slave, how dare she resist!!!

Angered beyond measure, Sheena grabbed Haylin's head and dragged it back to her nipple. Sheena's thick tail then began to rub against Haylin's poor ass threateningly. "You fucking whore!! Drink my milk or I'll be taking this hole's virginity as well! And I will not be gentle or enjoyable for you in anyway, I assure you!"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Morab Dell, Ruins of Caramore citadel, Caramore

"Miss! What are you doing here?"

Morab froze when he heard that. The voice came from behind him and he couldn't see his captor. More than likely it was someone else here to loot the castle. Or it could be an Asarian patrol. That would be just like his luck. He wasn't going back to the army. he had killed his last man, woman, or child. He had seen his last village burned, his last maiden gang-raped.

He glanced over his shoulder and saw the person on horseback. The horse could be useful, but the girl had a hand on a crossbow like she knew well how to use it. for that matter she wasn't in the uniform of an Asarian soldier. In fact this girl looked more like she was wearing the armor used by the Knights of Caramore but any around here were all buried in the graveyard outside. Maybe she was a deserter like him.

Still if she was a deserter it didn't mean she wouldn't use that crossbow on him.

So maybe he could bluff his way out of this? No, his only chance was to run.

"Who me," He asked adjusting his voice to a higher pitch suitable for a woman. He began to inch closer to a fallen column. Once there behind cover he'd have some cover. there were several good size rocks near by to hurl at the girl. Hopefully Morab would convince her it was better to just leave him alone. "I'm just looking for...for..." Oh, no what a time to draw a blank for a bluff.

As fast as lightning he jumped and dove behind the column snatching one of those good sized rocks. "Actually I'm just looking for some pants," He peered over the column. "Don't suppose you could point me to a good taylor shop, miss," he said dropping his pitch to his normal voice.

Yeah, that's it keep her mind busy trying to figure me out and then I'll...I'll think of something to get away from her. She had all the advantages being armed and on horseback. It didn't look good for Morab, but when has it looked good for him for the last two years. He wasn't going back and he wasn't going to die here today.

He hefted the rock in his hand ready to throw it at the woman's head if she so much as gave him an opening to.

Tag: Katamari

 

[Gadget_Girl]

Haylin cringed as the Queen suddenly grabbed onto her again, forcing her back to the breast as that tail threatened against her rear. The snarled words left her scared, her mouth opening once more as the drips continued to fall.

As the liquid passed over her tongue, she tried to swallow it all, fearing what would happen with that tail as it continued to press warningly against her skin. She let out a soft whine, closing her eyes. No, not that- she'd do as she asked, Haylin didn't want that thick tail trying to use her there!

She continued to run her tongue against the Queen's nipple, sucking and coaxing out the milk that flowed into her mouth. It tasted so strange; not just that light sweet taste, but- something odd about it. It wasn't something she could fully place... but it was so unique that she wanted to find out what it was, to continue having it...

She let go again, but before the Queen's threat could be given once more, she hastily switched to the other breast, her mouth latching quickly before anything could be said. She knew better now; to go against the Queen's desires meant something horrific. Haylin certainly didn't want that to happen.

 

[Devilsname]

Sheena closed her eyes and threw her head back, moaning in orgasmic ecstasy! No human could comprehend the pleasure surging through her! A human would die of shock if they even attempted it. With every drop she felt more relief, more pleasure. Wanting, no, needing more, she squeezed the breast in Haylin's mouth, causing milk to gush freely!

Sheena almost growled as Haylin switched breasts, but that growl became a purr of content! "That's a good girl...mmm...suck me...drink all of me...all that I have to offer..." she cooed, the tail moving from Haylin's ass and slipping inside Haylin's wet pussy again. It was not a rough fucking anymore, she just gently eased in and out, using her powers to send shockwaves of pleasure through the princess as she drank deeper and deeper.

Sheena grinned as she saw the look in the princess' eyes. No one would have her again, Haylin was now addicted to the milk...

 

[knight713]

" I need a bath" Knight repleid as she looked at her dirty cloths that where covered in dust and dirt. " Yes a nice relaxing bath shoulf help me think" She added t oher self as she begane to unstrap her armor.

As knight started to take off her armor more and more the signs of her being a woman instead of a man was shown. she had a very good figure nad yet she was slightly muscular aso. She stared at her nake self in the mirror rubing her hands across her body until stopping onher breast. they where large and big but no where near the the queens size. Her longhair was now cut short more like a mans hair cuthow she missed her long hair. the feeling of it blowing in the cool breeze of the night sky.

Knight quickly left her bed room and walked into another part of the room, one with a bath tub and running water. She had one of the few rooms that had working plumbing the others being the queen a few of her servants and keith also had it to.

As the steam began to rise the hotness of the steam arosed her it called her and made her feel like a woman.

" well the water should be hot enough" Knight replied as she slowly stepped into the water which rose above her breast. She slowly leaned back and let the hot water flow over her the warm water calming her washing away the bad memories of the day.

" This is nice" Knight replied as she gave a sigh " to bad there isn't anyone I can enjoy it with" Knight replied with a smile as she begun to wash herself.