Chapter 2: The Queens Conversation
The elven dusk was a timid, lavender thing, but it died at the border of the Amazon camp. Here, the light was the violent orange of pitch-fed fires, and the air tasted of charred meat and unwashed bodies. Queen Elara moved through the chaos like a ghost, her silk slippers sinking into mud churned to a slurry by countless boots.
The sounds were a wall. Grunts, laughter, the wet slap of skin, the explosive reports of farts, and the low, constant groaning of women taking their pleasure without pretext or privacy. Everywhere she looked, muscular forms were entangled. One warrior was braced against a rack of spears, another fucking her from behind so hard the weapon stands shook. Two more were wrestling in a pit of mud, their cocks rigid, mouths locked in a battle that was as much bite as kiss.
At the center of it all, on a raised dais of packed earth and stolen elven tapestries now stained beyond recognition, was Valeria.
She was reclining on a mound of furs, her body a monument of conquest. A dozen Amazons, maybe more, clambered over her. One had her thick cock buried to the hilt in Valeria’s mouth, her hips pumping in a steady, choking rhythm. Two others were latched onto Valeria’s heavy breasts, sucking noisily. But the main event was at her rear. A line had formed. A warrior with a shaved scalp and knotted shoulders was currently eating Valeria’s asshole with the gusto of a starved animal, her tongue digging deep. When she pulled back for air, the puckered ring gaped slightly, and she spat a wad of phlegm into it before the next in line, a woman with a thick, leaking cock, pushed forward to take her turn.
Elara’s stomach turned. The smell here was profound—sour ass, salty cock, and the ripe, fungal scent of cum-drenched fur.
Valeria’s eyes, glazed with pleasure, locked onto Elara. She didn’t stop the woman fucking her throat. She just grinned around the girth, her cheeks bulging. With a final, brutal thrust, the amazon at her mouth groaned, her balls tightening. She pulled out, a rope of saliva and pre-cum splattering Valeria’s chin, and stumbled aside, retching onto the furs.
“Elf-Queen!” Valeria boomed, her voice hoarse from abuse. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Come to get a preview? Grab a sister, she’ll pop your cherry. Your tits look like they could use a good biting.”
Elara forced her spine straight, her own enormous breasts heaving with suppressed nausea. “We need to speak. Privately.”
“This is private for us.” Valeria gestured around the orgy. She reached down, grabbed the head of the amazon currently tonguing her ass, and pushed her deeper, eliciting a muffled groan of approval. “But shout. I’m listening.”
Elara’s composure was a fraying thread. “The agreement was access to my children. I am here to renegotiate that term.”
Valeria let out a bark of laughter that made the woman at her rear jump. “Renegotiate. With what? Your kingdom’s already spent.”
“With me.” The words left Elara’s lips, cold and heavy. “You leave my people untouched. My son and daughter remain in the palace, their… integration paused. In their stead, when your… warriors require satisfaction, you send for me. My body in lieu of theirs.”
The activities around Valeria slowed. Interested eyes turned to the elven queen, sizing up the ridiculous, voluptuous offer on legs.
Valeria finally pushed the eater from her ass. She sat up, her monstrous cock, fully erect and gleaming with a mix of oils and other fluids, slapping against her taut abdomen. She stank of sex and open pores. “You?” She let the word hang, ripe with disdain. “You’d be split in half by dawn. You think my sisters are gentle? We fuck like we fight—to break something.” She stood, towering over Elara. “Look at this.” She gestured to a warrior nearby who was squatting, face red with strain. A thick, solid log of shit began to drop onto the ground with a soft plop. The warrior sighed in relief. “That’s our civility. You want to lie in that? To be fucked in it?”
“I am their queen,” Elara said, her voice trembling only slightly. “My body is the kingdom. If it must be defiled to protect the whole, then so be it. But they are not at faukt.”
Valeria studied her, the smirk never leaving her face. She stepped down from the dais, her bare feet squelching in the mud. She stopped close enough that Elara could feel the heat radiating from her skin, could smell the specific, acrid scent of her recent anal attention. She gripped Elara’s chin, her fingers calloused and strong. “You’ve got a spine, I’ll give you that. Dumb as a post, but a spine.” She leaned in, her breath a hot gust of cheap ale and stomach acid. “Fine. A trial. Tomorrow, we stand together before your sniveling court. We present our… alliance. After the pretty words, you come back here with me. You take on the first twenty. We’ll see what’s left of you by midnight. If you’re still breathing and haven’t shit out your own intestines from the stretching, we’ll talk about your brats.”
It was a dismissal, and a death sentence.
Valeria turned, already losing interest. “Now get out. You’re spoiling the mood with your tragic face.” She beckoned to a nearby warrior. “You. Sit on my face. I need to clear my nose of all this elf perfume. Smells like a funeral.”
As Elara turned, the image burned into her: Valeria lying back on the filthy furs, the muscular amazon lowering her sweat-glistened asshole onto the queen’s mouth, the immediate, ragged sound of voracious eating filling the air.
She walked back through the camp, the crude laughter and slapping sounds now a dirge. The lavender dusk was gone. Only the oppressive smoke of the fires remained, clinging to her gown, her hair, her skin. She had bought her children a single day. And in doing so, had promised herself to the pit.