MOTDE: March to the capital
From Create Your Own Story
You and your huntresses march in silence, scanning the surrounding area for enemies, civilians and soldiers alike, that might give away the hidden position of the advancing main army. All of you are firmly grounded in the reality that all surface-elves are your racial enemy. Their cities and kingdoms need to be vanquished, and their population ruthlessly subjugated to your will if the Drow glory and honor is to be upheld.
Your sister walks besides you, "The surface-world is so different from the underworld, isn´t it sister-superior?" She whispers so that the others do not hear then resumes her silence.
Treccia is absolutely right. In this world beneath the sky and above the underworld there are no enclosed, rocky caverns with luminous fungus dotting the walls, no hundreds of dark passageways and tunnels connecting the major caves together. Everywhere you look you see open space, and over all that space flourishes green, healthy, vegetation. The unknown, alien fauna stretches out in all directions, no natural barriers to stop its growth.
Beneath the soles of your feet there is not stone but stripy, green grass which feels soft and elastic as you step on it. The trees are simply gigantic and countless. Even the smallest full-grown tree are ten times bigger than the slim, bamboo-type wood that grows wild, but rare, in the darkness of the underworld. And the blue sky is everywhere, endless in its enormity.
But most foreign of all in this very foreign world is the profound abundance of light. The sheer amount of it is unnatural, it exist in indescribable quantity on the surface-world. Feeling the warm beams of sunshine on your black skin is most unfamiliar and unnatural.
You also see that it has an unnerving effect on your huntresses. Your experienced and older soldiers like Minvir and Rainye seem to deal with it well. But the younger and in-comparison green huntresses such as Treccia, Trix and Silvir are visibly disturbed by it.
"Hmhmhm," you chuckle inexplicitly and look at the younger huntresses, "don´t fear this world younglings."
All the huntresses stop and look at you. They all understand what you're saying, all having the same thoughts and worries about what this world holds. But as female Drows they need to defend themselves, all stabs no matter how small against their integrity need to be dealt with, even from one such as yourself.
"We do not fear this surface-land High-Huntress Daine," Trix boldly states, doing well to hide her troubling uncertainty.
" This world is just alien to us, we need to be at guard all the time but we don´t know against what exactly. That´s all High-Huntress," Silvir adds.
"Hmhmhm, you need not be on guard for something so weak huntress Silvir," you confidently inform them. "You see, this landscape is like the light-skinned people that inhabit it, they both yield to our march," you say and reach down to touch some strings of grass. "Take these puny strings of grass for example, don´t they feel smooth and soothing under your feet? Almost as if slavishly caressing our steadfast steps? They hold the same natural position as the Heartwood forest elves, material for dark elves to step on."
"All there is at home is hard, cold, unwelcoming rock." Minvir adds.
"And look at these tree´s," you say and point towards the tallest one around, "Imagine how many arrows we could make of it. This surface-world isn´t alien or strange, it´s exotic and abundant with riches ripe for plunder, just like it´s women!"
You take a short pause before continuing. "At the palace of Char, In my private chambers, I´ve built to great expense a pleasure-garden with only plants and trees conquered from the surface-world."
"Really?" Many of the huntresses whom this is news to exclaim in curiosity.
A pleasure garden is the ultimate item of luxury in Drow society. It´s an enclosed harem. The esthetic flora it contains, sexually trained and subservient slaves that are imprisoned by it, and the complete, utter privacy they offer are considered lavish riches to any dark elf. Having your own private sanctuary where you can experience free and unrestricted pleasure and servitude from your devoted slaves is a divine getaway from the normally so demanding and competitive Drow society.
"Yes, servitude, it is what this world was created for, it´s women and it´s flora. My mother," you say with much regard, "the High-Matriarch of Char owns a grand pleasure garden to whom only she holds the key. She´s filled it with the hundreds of surface-elves that fell into her hand during the last great march." Your voice turns sultry, "even some of the most beautiful princesses and Queens are locked up in that garden for my mother´s private amusement."
Your words stir the fantasy of the younger and inexperienced members, low gasps filled with newly-realized wonders emits from their mouths. You´ve seen the look several times on Drow´s not born to high stature. The pleasure garden really encompasses all the controlling and hedonistic dreams that Drow´s yearn after, total self-mastery of their own world.
"And what of the sun High-Huntress?" Silvir slips out, quickly realizing she should not have asked that tricky and difficult question. The young huntress looks worried, her eyes hastily scan the others faces to try and read some reaction out of them.
You look up at the yellow orb in the sky, gazing straight at its enormity. You realize that during the entirety of the raid you´ve never actually seen another Drow look straight at it, even the most hardened warriors seem to avoid looking at its illuminating presence directly.
You struggle to produce any meaningful words. The pause you allow yourself to have between being asked and answering makes your reply no wiser.
"It´s harmless," you simply say, "harmless like the slave-gods of our enemies."
You turn away from the ball of fire and continue walking. The rest of your huntresses follow, none truly believing to their full extent what you´ve just said. Silvir breathes a sigh of relief as her rude stupidity leniently go unpunished.
...
The whole capital seem to be built on a large hill, almost as if the city is built on one long slope. On the top of the hill the royal palace lies like a crown on top of a head. All buildings are made of wood, even the royal palace. But they seem organic somehow, more like a part of the forest than something else. The houses are covered at least partially with moss and leaves that grow on the planks. Wooden branches, like-on-trees, grow out naturally from some of the houses with sub-branches and leaves just like on normal trees. Adding to the lush, forestry atmosphere is the abundance of plants and trees that have been planted seemingly without pattern or planning next to the elven buildings. Few of the buildings are taller than two stories, and most of them seem to be shops with apartments on top. Only the royal palace and a few temples are to be considered grand structures.
The city gives the feeling of trying to blend with its surrounding. What´s more suspiciously bewildering to you and your huntresses is the complete absence of a city wall. There is only a very low dug, waterless, moat separating the city from the forest. The only construction that seems out of place with nature is the brick road running through the forest into the capital. It was that road that the scouts found and followed to the capital, without it the cloaked city would have been almost impossible to find.
You and your huntresses have taken up position on a small hill overlooking the bricked road leading into the city. The far-seeing elven eyes that you posses allows you to keep a safe distance. You huddle around the grass and bushes trying to stay concealed. But there is no danger, what few lightly-armored city-watchmen you spot pay little attention to potential intruders and seem only to fulfill a conventional guarding purpose without much concrete use or need.
"What an odd... city?" Trix says, not sure if she´s even supposed to call it that.
"No wall, few guards, and plenty of cover for an ambush. A pack of drunken goblins could take this city." Minvir concludes, almost sounding disappointed.
"Mother-superior and High-Matriach Mecinia told me the Heartwood forest elves are not a militaristic people, playing mostly supportive and logistic roles during her great march. And since no teleportation gate or passageway to the surface-world has ever opened in their territory they must see little purpose or need for a serious defense." Your sister says, but her tone sounds more speculative than informative.
"Not awfully big for a capital either," Minvir grunts, again sounding a bit disappointed at the city.
"They are a heavily decentralized kingdom," Treccia responds. "Mother-superior told me that also."
"Stop your infernal complaining!" You shout as loud as your position allows. "No Drow city has ever been given such an golden opportunity to strike at our enemies heart! Imagine the number of slaves we will capture. The slave chain will run through the entire main road of Velzaria!" Minvir duly notes your words and adjust her opinion accordingly.
"High-Huntress Daine." Silvir says. "Look. At the gates by the road. Something's happening."
By a doorless, wooden gate, serving only the symbolic purpose of informing travelers they´ve entered the town, stands a wooden platform elevated about a meter above the ground. Some people are standing on it, with several people watching them on the road. But the crowd is disproportionately mixed, they consist of civilian onlookers and watching guards who unlike the city-watch are heavily armored and vigilant. What so strange is that the guards actually outnumbering the civilians.
By the gate, standing on the large wooden platform, is a creature that takes your breath away.
Treccia points straight at it in equal amazement. "Look sister-superior! It´s the Queen! The Queen of Heartwood forest!"
"Are... are you certain?" You mutter in equal amazement, eyes still glued to the wondrous creature.
"Yes, yes sister-superior I am! Mother-superior Mecinia implanted a vision of her image in my mind when I went to visit her, that´s her I´m sure of it!"
A loud, unprofessional murmur of shock and astonishment runs through your dozen black-skinned warriors. They are just as shocked and aroused at seeing the Queen by the wall less gate of the city as you are. Only you keep your wide-eyed silence as you watch her.
The Queen has an utterly amazing body. Her curvy, unblemished figure and sun-tanned skin reeks of alluring and untapped, tantalizing voluptuousness. She´s the pinnacle of the mature and graceful sexiness that comes with motherly age and experience.
You swallow hard. The wanton saliva spouts out into your mouth while your cock stiffen against the soft grass.
"L-Look at her jugs High-Huntress! They are... I... I´ve never seen such massive udders before on an elf!" Trix says with a heavy tone of disbelief.
She is absolutely correct, it´s just impossible to describe the size and shape of her queenly udders. The two spherical, massive jugs cover the entire upper-part of her small and frail elven chest. She keeps them in a tight, highly-unroyal, forest-green tunic where they push hard against its soft but confining slim texture. The tunic sticks like glue to her body, almost looking like a second-skin. This allows you to judge and asses them without obstacles, the tunic even clings firmly to the undersides and rears of her colossal meat-globes. Is just an amazing pair of mammaries, big and bouncy, but not sagging one bit, almost looking as if her nipples are pointing upwards. Even more amazingly you can clearly see, despite the distance, that the full-volume breasts heave up and down on her chest with each breath she takes, no matter how small.
"What is she doing here?" Minvir is the first one to ask a smart question.
"She seem to be holding some sort of speech. But the subjects present are way too few for royalty," Rainye responds. "Wait... next to her, isn´t that her twin daughters Isis and Iris?"
"By the goddesses it is!" Treccia gasps.
You don´t bother checking the twins before having fully assessed the beauty of the elven Queen. While your huntresses continue to murmur among themselves you keep silent and continue examine her voluptuous body.
Dragging your eyes away from her massive tits you inspect the rest of her. The green tunic is sleeveless and forms a mini-skirt around her thighs. Other than that she wears only some boots and a amber-jeweled necklace. To you it´s odd clothes for royalty, the pitiable ways of the Heartwood forest elves unknown and non-understandable to you. But it does expose her long but slim and toned limbs to your prying eyes, she is a tall woman, about your height.
Her face is heavenly. Her facial bone-structure is chiseled, and her bright, unblemished skin reveals both the maturity and desirability of her age. Her hair has the dark brown, shoulder-length, and straight strands which exemplifies the elves of Heartwood forest. When she smiles, which she often does during her speech, her big, pouty lips form a wondrous expression of joy and caring.
She has big, lively eyes. Although your elven vision can see far you can´t make out the color of the pupils. You focus your vision as hard as you can, centering your sight on those two objects. They are green, emerald green.
Silvir swallows hard before asking, "C-Could we take them right here?"
Trix readies her sword, she´s followed by several other huntresses, then Treccia and Rainye. Your about to join them when Minvir says, "don´t let the heat of your clit cloud your judgment you fools!" With an accusing voice. "We might be able to take the guards, but she would still have the time to escape and the city would be alerted of our presence. It would just ruin the army's sneak attack and get all of us killed!"
You all let go of your weapons. Sighing a breath of disappointment at your own stupidity. You want to get a look at the Queen´s bottom, you want to see if her buttocks are as arousing as her breast, but from this view you won't get that opportunity. Instead your eyes move to the twin targets Isis and Iris, the items considered a par in the competition.
The daughters stand dutifully behind their mother on either sides looking prim and proper, two young women of good-manners. Like their mother they could be mistaken for sexual goddesses, the identical nature of their appearance only adding to their mutual desirability. They are young, even younger than your youngest huntress, still filled with the freshness of adolescence. Your huntresses seem split on who would make the superior sex-slave, the mother or the daughters, but for all their beauty your mind is spellbound by the Queen´s fantastic figure.
The twins stand a head-and-a-half smaller than their mother, and their curves are not as jaw-droopingly pronounced. What their mother personalize in the sexiness of maturity they represent in youth. Both girls have firm, nimble bodies and swan-like limbs with elegant features. The heart-warming cuteness of their rosy checks are on full display when their lips curve a smile, which they often do during their mother´s speech.
Their hair are a bit fairer, blondish-brown rather than the dark brown, almost black color of their mothers hair. It seems highly unusual for these kind of homogeneous elven tribe, mixed ethnicity no doubt. Their hair ends by their shoulders through, as is the standard for these elves.
Also unusual seem to be their revealing style of clothing. Most Heartwood forest elves wear skin-tight forest green tunics, even their mother who is Queen dresses herself in such simple garment. They however are only dressed in silky satin ribbons wrapped around their perky breasts and hips. Their white garment shine in the sun and leave their abdomen, shoulders and limbs stark naked.
"Horny sluts. Dressing like that for us to look at and flaunting their bodies around," Rainye spouts, ignoring the fact that they are totally oblivious to your presence.
"Remember how soft the tongues where on those on those lovers we captured and ravished yesterday? Having them dragging along my clit felt divine, some of the best oral-sex I´ve ever had." The rest of the huntresses nod to Minvir´s words. "Just imagine what one of those princesses could do if they were trained and broken to serve us!" She ends with a wicked smile.
There is a cunt-warming response coming from the huntresses. There is a clear emotion of arousal smeared on their collective faces.
"I´ve always wondered how a royal cunt would feel around my cock," you say and end their fantasies of ever privately owning a royal fuck-slave.
The speech drags on for a while, then applauds follow. "Their leaving, what do you command High-Huntress?" Minvir asks.
You do not listen to Minvir, for as the Queen turns to leave you finally get a good look at her pronounced and desirable bottom. Her big and bouncy butt is certainly superior to any of her elven subjects. Like on her breast her tunic clings skin-thigh to her lush, seductive ass-flesh. The perfect globular mounds of flesh possesses the same distinct mature and motherly sexiness like that of her mammaries. As she moves farther away, the twin, plump buttocks wiggle with lascivious allurement away from your vision.
The mouth-watering jugs stir the blood inside you. She is two surface-elven orbs of bouncy flesh ready to be groped and squeezed by a dark elves cruel hand. You must have her, not just because she´s one of the items for the competition with Solaria, but because of the sheer arousal she causes you. The intense racial hatred you have for her just serve to add fuel to your maddening arousal, she is hostile, enemy flesh ready to be devoured.
"You´ve all seen what our rewards will be if we beat Solaria and her dogs to them. I hope you're all as motivated as me to get some royal pussy on their knees at the end of this day," You say and your huntresses silently agrees.
"Come, let´s return to the main unit and prepare for attack." You tell your huntresses and begin to crawl backwards, away from the unsuspecting city.
...
Now all that remains is the battle strategy. Securing the big-titted Queen Faylin and her daughters Isis an Iris is of absolute paramount. Not only are they required to win the competition against Solaria, but also your cock desperately aches for the silky warmth of the Queen´s pussy, you must have her to cleanse your lewd hunger and prove the sexual dominance of your race over hers. So the target is the royal palace located at the highest peak of the hill that the city is built on. . The main army will storm the city, while you and your huntresses sprint past the front lines towards the palace. Three main roads lead upwards towards your goal, one on the market district, the other on the temple district, and the last runs through common residential areas. Alternatively, you could release the slave monsters and beasts that are in the army´s possession on the city before making the advancement. Doing so would cause much destruction and mayhem in the city, possibly ruining good loot and chaste women meant for the slave chains. But it would spare the lives of many valuable dark elves. Whatever road you chose, be sure that Solaria has the same goal in mind, the capture of Faylin and her daughters Isis and Iris.
