MOTDE: Go for the golden statue of Faylin B1B
From Create Your Own Story
"I shall choose to present that one," you say and point to the golden statue.
Your sister looks at it with her usual, neutral glare. "What's your reasoning?" she asks.
"The most valuable artifact isn't just the most expensive one. The prestige associated with it is what the judges will truly value. The statue serves as the embodiment of the Queen and her honor, the symbol of all her pride and power. And since there is no one with more value among the Heartwood-forest elves than their Queen, Solaria won't be able to produce an item matching the statues worth."
"Seems like sound reasoning to me," Treccia politely comments.
"Treccia, get your guards to transport the statue to the throne-room. I have ordered the others to assemble there. We will go there as well. It´s time we retreat back to the underworld."
"Yes sister-superior" Treccia nods and does so. Faylin has stood silent and listened through you entire reasoning with a expression of total non-understanding, as if your thought process is completely alien to her. Again you yank her leash so that she stumbles forward. "Love time will have to wait slave-Queen, it´s time to get back to my throne-room."
...
As you return to the throne-room you find everyone there waiting for you. Your second-in-command Trix, your skillful and loyal seductress Rainye, Silvir who holds the skinned-clean skull of the elf general whom you slew and intend to bring back to Velzaria as an item for the competition, your diplomatic little sister Treccia whom rushed here before you to deliver the statue, the small and nimble Riki whom you give the leash holding Faylin to, as well as all the other huntresses loyal to Char.
You walk past the assembled elite-force and once again park your ass on the royal throne. The others bow, as the hierarchy commands, and Faylin is forced down on her knees in front of her own throne. You feel delightfully superior at this gesture, and decide wear a wide smile as you begin your speech.
"This throne... my mother Mecinia used to sit on one just like this one. But hers was made of black stone and with her enslaved enemies chained to its feet. That was a long time ago..." your words seem to wander off as you reflect deeply on the old grandeur of your clan. "It was before I was even born. Back in the days when she led a march of the dark elves to the surface-world and brought it to its knees before finally being driven back. Our people called her the Queen of Velzaria once, even our enemies where forced to acknowledge that title. Now, with the loss of the march on the surface world, her honor as well as our clan's prestige has regressed, and people just call her High-Matriarch," as you speak that last line your voice becomes filled with subtle sorrowful anger. "But that's about change. Things are to be returned to the way they where. When I return to the underworld and crush Solaria's clan Valon the people will tremble with fear at my mother's feet - and venerate her like a Queen once again."
The grand room is filled with silence for a moment until you say, "I´m done with my monologue. What do you have to report?"
Trix steps forward. "High-Huntress and commander Daine, I've started to organize our march back to the underworld. Our soldiers are loading the plunder onto the wagons as we speak. The caravan will be ready to move within the hour. I calculated that with all the slaves and loot from the raid it should take the entire night to march back to the teleportation gate and return to the underworld. The teleportation gate itself is excepted to expire at sunrise, but that's enough time to get everyone back safely."
"Good," you mutter, "Treccia, take the items for the competition: the skull of the general, the golden statue, and the surface-Queen, down to my personal wagon and store them there for the journey. Assign our best guards to it. Those bitches from clan Valon might still try and steal them away from us."
"Yes sister-superior." Treccia grabs Faylin by her hair - making the Queen yelp and orders her soldiers to carry the statue and skull down to the wagons.
As Treccia leaves, Trix continues, "but... High-Huntress, we've yet to locate Solaria within the city."
You roll your eyes. "And that means we still have no idea what items she brings to the competition or have any chance of re-conquering the surface-Queens daughters. Which in turn means that I cannot achieve total victory over Solaria in the competition without the twin-princesses. Which means she won't be my slave... at least for now."
"Y-yes High-Huntress," Trix stutters. "She must be tightly guarded and hidden. Our spies haven't been able to penetrate clan Valon's headquarters."
"Hrmm," you grunt in disappointment "Maybe I picked the wrong woman to be my second-in-command." Trix bows her head in compliance.
You value the last few seconds your ass sits on the throne. "Well then, there is no more for us to do here. Remember this place huntresses. Remember our enemies. Their cities, their soldiers, the slaves they can become. This won't be the last time we ascend to the surface-world. Another time shall come. They shall feel our wrath once again."
...
There is a lot of hectic commotion outside the city as the army is just finishing the preparation to march back to the underworld. Thousands upon thousands of surface-slaves as well as the vast riches of plunder are coerced into following along. The more valuable slaves - the nobles, priestess, virgins and all other whom will fetch a hefty price at the slave-market are horded into steal-barred prison wagons. The rest of the naked captives - mostly females since the male population had been put to the sword - are linked together in long chain-gangs and forced to march with the motivation of the whip. Many scream and cry even now when they know their fates to be sealed. There is no army for miles in this huge forest - and even the closest one probably hasn't even been notified of your attack yet. The sound of all this happening at once is as loud as the battle itself.
The various slave-beasts that the army brought with them as auxiliary troops are also loaded back onto the wagons. The larger beasts like the orcs have been sedated for the journey, but the goblins madly rattle their cage in frustration at the sight of the naked elves walking besides them. The beauty of an elf is not something found among their woman, so any untrained beast seeing a naked and vulnerable elf will go mad with lust.
You stand by your own personal wagon located in the end of the caravan. The wagon is enclosed as like a room to give you the privacy you deserve. Faylin, the skull of the general, and the statue are all stored within. Naturally, it´s guarded with your clan's elite soldiers.
Trix - whom has organized this caravan - comes to you carrying a great horn. "The caravan is ready to depart," she says, "should I give the order?"
You nod - and Trix blows the horn. It's signal loud enough for everyone to hear. At once the wagons start moving and the whips begin descending down upon the chain-ganged slaves naked backs.
"We shall stay here and guard the rear for as long as it takes," you conclude to your assembled huntresses. "Riki, you shall keep yourself in the front of the caravan and spy after Solaria. Do so until you find her or we reach the teleportation gate."
"Yes High-Huntress!" Riki confirms and darts off.
As a last order you command some of your soldiers to burn down the city. You've always planned for this - only the complete and utter destruction and enslavement of your enemies can be considered a true victory. As the soldiers set the city ablaze the flames spread quickly. With every building being made out of wood the entire city is soon burning like a wild-fire. The surface-elves feel the heat fire and turn their heads to witness the place they've called home be destroyed by the blazing flames. Even with all the depravities that has befallen them, they still fell fresh tears so innocent that they could belong to children at the destruction of their beloved city.
...
Having marched through the night you've finally reach your original encampment where the teleportation gate lie. You can see it´s distinct purple glow in the distance, yet being situated in the back of the caravan there is still quite some time until you can leave this cursed surface-world.
Riki comes to report. "The caravan has reached the teleportation gate High-Huntress. The head of the caravan has begun entering the underworld. However, it will take time for our entire army to enter the underworld."
"I see... So still no sight of Solaria then?"
"N-nothing High-Huntress, there´s still no sign of her... uhh... still, I am happy we left at night. I wouldn't be able to live another day under that infernal sun." Riki says and squints her eyes into the distance.
The continuous public cowardice of even your elite soldiers annoys you. One cannot reveal such fear for the surface-world like that. Instead of wasting words on her you just throw her an irritated look and Silvir shuts her mouth to prevent further idiocy. Besides, you have other things on your mind. The thought of that Queen's fuckhole squeezing your cock until another orgasm has occupied your mind for the entire journey. Preforming mundane tasks that quite frankly are beneath you has become irritatingly difficult now that the Queen's tight yet elastic pussy is available to you. Like a hellish tease it has kept your dick hard and sodden in arousal. It´s impossible to fulfill ones obligations as a commander with a whore like Faylin on your mind.
"Trix!" you decide to call over, and your second-in-command comes immediately.
"Yes High-Huntress?"
"Take over for me. The caravan has begun entering the teleporter so I want you to move forward and return to the underworld ahead of me and make sure everything runs smoothly there. If we haven't seen Solaria yet I doubt we'll catch her at this hour anyways. I´ll retreat to my wagon. Rainye, you'll follow me, the rest of you go with Trix."
"As you wish High-Huntress" Trix says, and immediately gestures the other huntresses to follow her, probably enjoying the power to do so. You walk over to your own wagon and enter.
...
A few minutes later you need not anguish at the thoughts of the Queen´s fuckhole any more. You are now kneeling in-front of the naked and voluptuous booty of the surface-Queen. You have her tied down like a dog, and your erected cock pointing straight at her squirming sex. Rainye has applied certain ointments to Faylin's pussy that forces the erogenous genital to burn hotter and needier than she would ever wish it to be. As an result of this, the Queen´s pink pussy-meat is completely drenched and dripping with excitement. The arousal tears at her mind, making her go crazy with unwanted lust.
You take a quick poke at her pussy, the pink, sex-flesh yields and smothers before your hardness. It sends electric waves through the both of you, all your muscles stiffen while the Queen screams like a madwoman.
"You scream so loudly surface-Queen that the whole caravan can hear it!" you mockingly state with a great deal of satisfaction, "Imagine what your subjects must think when they hear their monarch wailing like a whore while they are being horded like cattle to their doom!"
Then you penetrate her with the tip of your cockhead, making the Queen scream once again. Your cockhead is just as sodden with sex-fluids as her pussy is, the contact smears your cum together and mixes the juices between your organs.
"Ohh fucking you one last time on this damned surface-world is going to be great."
Suddenly, the door to your wagon is slammed open and a messenger hastily enters with a startled look on her face.
"Co-Commander Daine! The goblin cages, they fell and broke open. Now their running wild and are raping the slaves!"
