MOTDE: Onwards to the royal palace 1B
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Several of your huntresses pounds with a makeshift battering ram on the last double door that separates you from the throne room, and with it Faylin and her daughters Iris and Isis. You stand still as a statue watching the double doors visibly faulting more and more with each impact from the wooden battery ram, counting the seconds until she is yours.
With a loud crack the doors bursts, and swing open before you. You purposefully stride forward into the large room, flanked by Minvir and Rainye as always. Many loud, panicky gasps are emitted across the room as your first prideful step connects with the large red carpet that runs between the double doors and the golden throne. You´ve now finally breached the innermost sanctum, the siege is over, and all that is heard across the room is the eco of your steps.
By the throne stands Faylin, mustering her resolve to look as respectable as possible in this moment of bitter defeat. Behind the Queen her twin daughters shudder together in a corner, not having their mothers courage to formally face your dark gaze as you walk towards them.
The throne room is filled with scared and frightened members of the royal court. They stand on the sides, not daring to stand in your way. There are about a two-dozen of them, nobles, priestess, druids and even simple maids shudder on the sides as you walk them by, eyes fixed on the Heartwood forest regent. Most are female, and most are crying, the weakness of this people infects even the royal court.
Despite your calm, steadfast walk towards the Queen your huntresses sprints into the room towards the court. Loud and fearful screams fill the mouths of the court as your dark huntresses quickly confront them with swords drawn and eyes intent to kill. But your huntresses only sharply threaten them by their lives to stay passive, and then huddle the scattered court into small, controllable groups who are lead near their Queen.
Faylin flinches, as if about to make a move as she sees her frightened servants being seized and terrorized into submission by your ruthless Drow´s. The emotions bite at her mature face, the Queen wants to be able to protect her subjects but knows she is powerless to do so. The Queen firmly stays her ground, ready to meet you with a beautiful face stained by helpless fear and anger.
You continue walking towards her with an unashamed, non-smiling, expression of pride and superiority on your face. Not until your just one step away from bumping into her do you stop and look straight into her emerald green eyes. She meets your gaze with a proud but tortured expression, this surface-elf is so very beautiful, her figure is pleasant to look at, and her defiant spirit arousing to the senses. You coolly stand in front of her in silence, enjoying the sight of her heaving breasts as she inhales and exhales heavily.
You say nothing, just staring at her with the same smile-less glare. As the seconds turn two digit Faylin finally opens her pouty lips, "Drow... Commander... I hereby formally declare this city´s surren..."
Before she´s done speaking you scramble the saliva in your mouth into a big gob and spit it at her right in the face. Your splutter strikes her on the bridge on her nose right next to her emerald green, left eye.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Several of the court women shrieks as their Queen´s face is suddenly defiled. Behind her, Faylin´s daughters also shriek in youthful horror and sorrow at their mother´s regard, the twins embracing one another for a sense of security as they do so. The Queen´s wide eye´s are just filled with shock, you savor the sight of those green emeralds being stunned in befoulment. She then gulps hard with new terrifying gravity in her eyes.
"Do not dare speech without my permission *surface-elf!*" your lips finally form a evil, wicked smile. It sends chills down the heavy-hearted Queen´s spine. "The freedom of your people has ended. You are now slaves to the Drow´s of Char!" The gleaming sadism of your voice fills the room and all but the Queen burst out into fresh tears.
"You and your subjects have denied the superiority of our race for *far* too long," you tell the Queen straight in her eyes, "Every single elf of the Heartwood forest are guilty of a crime against nature that can only be punished with total-enslavement!"
The fear storms in Faylin´s eyes, she is filled with dreadful awe at your hateful and dooming words. But her sharp defiance remains.
"Well what say you *Queen*," you say with utter contempt, "is your race guilty of these horrid crimes? Do you admit that every one of your subjects should rightfully be enslaved and bent to our will, do you admit that the daughters of your people should serve us on their knees!?"
The Queen breathes heavily and gives a defiant stare, her huge breasts having even more. She girth´s her teeth before responding, mustering her courage to boldly speak with a steady voice, "never would I say such a thing."
Your eyes harden. "Minvir, Rainye." Your huntresses know what to do. They move up from behind you and harshly grab the Queen´s slim arms. The Queen´s body tenses as she realizes she´s about to be punished. You grab her forest green tunic by the neckline with your hands.
"NO!" The Queen´s sharp, simple rejection fills the room just before you rip her royal tunic apart. The huge breasts bounce into the open, wobbling from the force. They look even more magnificent and enormous now that their free from their restrains.
A sharp cry emits from the captives, the Queen just breathes heavier, tugging meekly against Minvir and Rainye´s grips as her eyes fill with hate.
"My, my what have we here?" You mutter while delightfully inspecting her most prized assets.
"Such uncharacteristically fat and firm udders on a surface-elf High-Huntress," Minvir plays along.
"If you refuse to admit our racial superiority *Queen of tits*, then I´m just going to have to prove it to your body." You say and begin reaching for her massive boobs.
"Don´t touch them!" She screams defiantly.
"Slaves don´t give Drow´s orders," you growl back and firmly grip her large bouncy breasts in the palm of your hands. You are not gentle, your strong hands maul her soft breasts harshly, forcing the Queen to suppress a whimper. The Queen boldly keeps the defiance in her eyes as you fondle her, mashing the huge orbs together, and cupping them from beneath. But she is helpless to stop her nipples from hardening as you begin to tug and squeeze at them.
"Oh? Are your nipples stiffening already?" Rainye points out the truth with a sultry voice.
"Damn you..." she replies with a faltering voice.
"You should thank your *slave-gods* that they blessed you with such fine and massive udders *bitch-Queen*. They will come to greatly pleasure to your new Drow owner, *me!*"
"Mother!," Isis or Iris wails out at their mothers fate.
"Just stay calm honey!" the Queen shouts back.
While continuing playing with her breasts you say, "tell me, are your daughters virgins?"
"What?" Comes the automatic reply in shock.
"They will be deemed much more valuable slaves if their maidenhood are intact for their first owners to claim," you casually inform her.
"No! Do anything you want with me but leave my daughters out of thi..."
Quickly you floor her with a punch to the gut. "Slaves do not order Drows!" You shout at her. The Queen coughs and wail on the floor in pain, the punch having taken all energy out of her. "Such insolence from this people." you annoyingly state, "Minvir, Rainye, examine if their virginities are intact."
"MOMMY!" The princesses scream like frightened children as the dark huntresses descend upon them.
"Uhhrrggg... Stop," the Queen manages to growl forth in pain.
You kick her in the rips, her body jolts from the painful impact. "Stupid Queen of tits! Your words are worthless from here on. Your daughters are slaves to Char, just like you and your entire court!"
A loud ripping sound is heard, the princesses pussy mounds are laid bare. "This one is a virgin," reports Minvir." This one also," follows Rainye.
"Beast... your kind are not elves!" The still floored Queen spouts out.
You send another kick crashing into her ribs. "Fool, we are the only true elves here. Only in the veins of dark elves flows the pinnacle of our blood."
The Queen takes some heavy breaths, recuperating and mustering her resolve. "Fine... I admit it, you are superior," She hastily begins, "me and my people are your slaves... just... just show mercy to my daughters pleace."
"Hmhmhmh," you laugh, finding great amusement in her words. "So, Queen of tits, are you willing to condemn your entire race to slavery if I´ll just show *mercy* on your two young daughters?"
The Queen takes heavy breathes, the pain in her voice is evident as she whispers, "yes."
"Slave look at me, " you quickly command.
She does so, her teary eyes meting your stone cold gaze. "Do you know who my mother is?" You ask her, knowing that she fought your hrt during your mothers great march so many years ago.
"No," she simply responds.
"My mother is High-Matriarch Macinia," you state and see the hope pour out of the Queen´s beutiful green eyes. "I am my mother's daughter. There will be no mercy given to any surface-elf, and your races surrender will be forced out of you!"
The Queen´s head falls back down to the floor as the court room fills with the loudest scream of terror yet.
You revel in the moment. A bit surprisingly the Queen raises her head again and pleads, "please, if you hate my race as much as your mother. Then please, show mercy on our mutual gender. As a woman to another woman, I beg of you, please don´t do this!"
You stare at her mockingly, "Woman to another woman you ask?" you simply state.
The fat-tited Queen nods her sadden head.
Without a word you reach down and grab her tattered rags. You rip them completely asunder, leaving the Queen completely naked on the floor of her own throne room. You then walk in front of her and place your fingers on the button holding your pants together.
"I am no woman surface-elf, I am a superior being!" You say and unleash your huge black monster out in the open.
Every surface-elf scream, now for the first time even the Queen screams at the huge black beast jutting towards her. Females with a male cock and balls are completely unknown on the surface, but it´s the size that scares them, the huge black tool is well over thrice the size of any male surface-elven cock. You let the Queen glare at your throbbing and pulsating jet-black organ while starring down her bulging eyes with a grin and a leer.
"No, it can´t be, it´s impossible!"
"It´s time for your pussy to start servicing it´s owner Queen of tits!" you scream with mad lust at her.
"NOOOOOO!!!!" She screams as you move besides her and grip her hips.
"NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!..." The Queen´s screams are interrupted with a new, more powerful one. "STOP!!!!!" The single word fill the room. That voice, it fills you with hate, it´s Solaria.
Just as your about to stick your dick into the Queenly pussy Solaria emerges by the broken double doors. She quickly enters the room, flanked by a almost a dozen of her Valonian scum. "That slave doesn't belong to you Daine, you ugly sow!" She spits at you.
"*Solaria*," you growl forward her name like the worst insult imaginable.
Quickly swords are pointed at each other. Your huntresses loyal to Char stand at guard against the elite firstborn-bodyguards of Valon, many of them being Solaria´s sisters.
You release your grip on the Queen´s naked hips. Faylin hyperventilates quickly, as if dying.
"Solaria you bitch I will kill you," you state simply, as if was the most obvious truth in the world.
The co-commander growls back, "Your corpse will show Velzaria that clan Valon is superior to clan Char!"
"STOP!!!" Treccia´s voice fills the tense room, she´s the only one not pointing a blade at someone. "The rules of the competition states that the co-commanders are absolutely forbidden from attacking one another. You must not fight!" She screams at the top of her lunges.
"Shut up you stupid cunt," you scream at your younger sister.
"If one of you are to slay the other, or even wound the other, then the rules of the competition states that you shall be tortured to death as gruesomely as possible if you ever return to Velzaria!" You sister loudly replies.
Both you and Solaria boil in anger at your sister all to true words. For a moment there is a deadlock, neither sides not knowing what to do. The court, Queen and the two princesses look on praying that you do kill each other. But then your words break the silence, "A duel then?"
"What?" Solaria states quickly, a bit confused.
"All but you and me leave this throne room Solaria. The slaves go with my huntresses. Then we will have ourselves a little duel, we can´t kill each other, or hurt each other severely, but at least the loser will get the humiliation she deserves," you say with a wicked, ill-intentional smile.
Solaria meets your smile with murderous eyes. "Ok," she says and nods.
"Minvir," you whisper loud enough for your second-in-commander to hear.
The battle-hardened Drow quickly steps up to you, "yes High-Huntress?"
"There is a side passage in the right corner by the throne. Use it to pull back. Solaria will sends her dogs after you, release some of the court members if you have to, but keep the Queen and her daughters at all cost," you order her.
"Yes High-Huntress Daine." Minvir says, almost filled with admiration.
Solaria whispers something to her second-in-command also, no doubt instructions to stalk your huntresses and steal away the Queen and princesses.
Your huntresses grab the slaves and begin to back away through the side entrance, sword still drawn and eyes peeled at their rivals. Solaria´s dogs do the same, but disappear through the broken down double doors. Only you and Solaria remain in the spacious throne room, the throne room that having not long ago been filed with the cries of newly enslaved surface-elves now is deadly silent.
It is only now that you realize that your cock is still hanging loose. You quickly stick it back in.
"When I win the competition with full points, I will castrate that cock of your Daine," Solaria says and slashes her black sword in the air.
"It will show you your natural place in life Solaria, " you shout back and point your sword at her.