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Day break.
The bedding is made of heavenly down feather. The Violet Empress is drowsy with sleep as the rays of first morning seep in through the open window. The smell of fresh cedar burns in the fireplace to warm the room. She vaguely hears the sound of chirping and the clomp of hoofs mucking across the cobble roads floors below.
Where was she? When did she fall asleep? And why was she so sore all over?
The Empress sits up, letting the thick wool blanket fall to her lap. She was completely bare. The realization makes her blush, pulling it back up to cover her chest. Crawling out of bed, she takes the blanket with her to use as a makeshift shroud.
The room is decorated with paintings and assorted nicknacks. Her Highness spots an oak wardrobe off to the side. She tiptoes over the old wood floor and to the wide dresser, opening its heavy doors. It takes all of her strength to open them. Inside, the clothes are larger than even her father could have fit into. She unhooks an old thread bear tunic, clay in color, slinking it over her head and down her body, coming to just below her knees. This was much more suited for movement. And it was the most she could wear from her much smaller physique.
The Violet Empress drops the heavy cape, shedding it in favor of leaving the room. She needs to figure out where she was.
As she creeps from the quiet room, the Empress is met with the cold draft of outside air blowing in from the window at the end of the hall. The gusts chill through her tunic, spreading goosebumps down her arms and legs. As she approaches the sill, she sees the early morning of spring. The clouds drift aimlessly from above, dyed in rich colors of orange, magenta, and pink by the suns’ rays. The atmosphere is dreamy, like a fairytale.
Who brought her back from the dungeon?
“You’re awake” An expectant voice sounds from the bottom of the stairs, calling to her from it’s landing a flight above.
Her Highness’s head snaps to attention, hearing the voice from below.
It was a woman tall in nature. Her strong jaw protruded with two ivory tusks. One was sharp, pointed to the gods and the other broken in a jagged unevenness. She was broad with olive green skin. An orc woman.
The Violet Empress stood still with an overly cautious fear of the creature. She had never met an orc in real life, only the stories her hand maid would tell her and her sisters to keep them from straying far off the paths during their walks in the grove. Orcs were angry with a pension for blood lust. They hated humans. It was in the air they breathed and the dreams they conjured in sleep. All creatures of the unknown were enemies to the kingdom and ally’s of The Crow Prince. How were they above ground?
“Are you hungry? I found you miles out land. Did your party leave you?” The orc woman’s tone even and curious.
“Where is this place?” The Empress’s voice is quiet, timid of the creature staring at her from below.
“Markellios.” She responds.
What? Where? How was there a city within her great lands that she did not know of. The hours she spent learning each and every village, city, and capitol of her noble nation was failing her memory now. How was she outside of her own land?
“Where is that..” She asks again, looking for clarification. The soreness in her legs is starting to ache in her calves as she supports herself upright. It was no easy feat to stand there unwavering in front of a beast that may kill her.
“Markellios is a port city. This is the first landmark adventurers usually end up in while passing through the dungeon. I found you much further from the usual path by the mines. Is this your first time?” The orc woman was enlightening with her explanation.
The dungeon. The Empress was still in the dungeon. Her sisters were trapped in here by the Crow Prince and she had headed in without question to find them. It made no sense. How did a dungeon deep below the earth have skies with clouds and wind?
“Why don’t you come down here so we can eat? I’ve prepared a small spread.” The beastly woman motions with her arm and turns to leave the bottom steps. Her footsteps make loud creaks beneath her heavy feet, fading while she leads the way.
Her Highness is hesitant to descend the stairs, but the rumble of her gut coaxes her down. She follows after the orc woman, trailing her as the lost puppy she was in this unfamiliar city.
The downstairs is a tavern, barren of patrons and closed until afternoon. The wood floor has a layer of dried booze and scum to it, making the soles to the Empress’s soft feet stick with each step. A bar top ran almost the full length of the large open room. The other half was taken up by booths and free floating tables with chairs. The orc woman was just sitting down at the bar, a platter in front of her, by the time she arrives at her side.
The Empress cautiously sits down, looking over the prepared breakfast. It was an assortment of cured meats, hard cheese, and crusty bread. It looks fresh and mouth watering. The last 24 hours had not been kind to the Empress and hunger was starting to affect her.
The orc woman watches the Empress expectantly, taking her own piece of cheese and popping it into her mouth.
“It’s good. Yarrow’s finest export.” She smiles in an attempt to ease the Empress’s nerves.
“What is your name?” The Violent Empress asks.
“Yonna.” She answers. “And yours?”
“Violet.” Her Highness obliges. She quickly realizes her mistake in being honest, biting at the inside of her cheek in an attempt to conceal her growing anxiety.
“Do you have an adventuring party, Violet?” Yonna was curious about her appearance in the dungeon.
“Yes. I found myself split from them in the mines. A party of goblins attacked. Before I knew it, I woke up here.” She answers, taking a hunk of bread from the loaf in front of them. She bites into it, chewy.
The orc nods, listening and sighing. “You are lucky. Goblins don’t tend to leave their victims alive after a rut. Dually lucky the Raven Guard did not find you. I almost had mistaken you for dead and they would have too. You’d have awaken on a pyre of flame.” She explains through bites and crewing, careful of her tusks.
“The Crow Prince’s army men.” The Empress says to herself.
Yonna catches it and nodded in confirmation.
“Do you know where your party is headed, Violet?” She asks.
The Violet Empress was still cautious of the orc woman. She nods back, keeping up with the charade.
“The Crown Prince’s throne. To request council with him.”
Yonna’s eyes grow in size. A smile slowly cracks between her lips as she stares at the Empress in disbelief. Laughter breaks out from the absurdity of her statement.
“Council with The Prince! You are as mad as a banshee in a graveyard, AHAH!” Her jovial remarks are candid.
Her Highness’s noes crinkles in dismay, thrown off by her abrupt shift in attitude from concern and question to such lightheartedness.
“Is there something the matter with that wish?” The Empress frowns.
Yonna wipes a tear, smacking at the thick wooden bar counter with her palm.
“Nobody seeks council with The Prince. Not unless you have something to offer him of great value.” She admits to the naive Empress.
“What could you possible have to seek counsel with The Prince?”
“It is my sisters. They are missing.” The Violet Empress could not help but tell Yonna the truth, compelled by her unforeseeable kindness to her. She always strived to return the pleasantries she was afforded. A humble empress must be willing to accept kindness and return it in tenfold. Even to those she thought her enemy.
“Good luck to you, Violet the adventurer. They are long gone by now. Sold to the highest bidder most likely.” The orc woman says, brushing off her ideas quickly.
“Sold? And what would someone do with my sisters when sold?” Her voice is fearful.
“Anything the buyer pleases. If they are even a quarter as beautiful as you, they will have sold for a handsome fortune. Possibly as slaves, pets, or potential meat on the market.” Her attitude sounded as if this was common knowledge.
Her eyes grew wide with fear at the thought of her sisters being used for their buyers satisfaction, dictating their futures on a whim. They could even be dead by now. The hunger pangs were eroding and being consumed with overwhelming dread. Dread of the unknown circumstance they could all be in. She was scared. Scared for her sisters and what have become of them.
“There is a trading post not far from here. You will have to move by ship. Only a single day’s travel.” The orc woman is confident in her onthefly plan to aid the Violet Empress.
“What would I do there?” The Empress questions.
“A slave trading post. Errol of Hagen is the record keeper there. It is possible he may know of them. He always remembers exceptional slaves that pass through his doors.”
“Do you really think he will empathize with my plea?” The Empress implores.
The orc woman snortes, shaking her head in response.
“Errol is a sly man. He has no obligation to anyone but those of the highest bid. But the old codger owes me a favor in return for his.. lengthy debt to my bar being wiped clean before he started to make any real money.
Violet did not understand. Why would this orc woman help her, a human?
“So you will help me?” She asks, reaching for a piece of cured meat, salty and rich. It replenished her like no other food had before.
“For a price.” Yonna admits, looking down at the Empress.
“What price do you have in mind..?” She wonders aloud. The Empress had no money, nothing of value on her. She had no payment.
“You are quite special, Violet~” The orc cooed, her large hand reaching to cup the top of her knee from under the table.
The warmth made her blush instinctively, looking at Yonna in pure shock.
“Thank you. You’re praise is most flattering, Yonna.” Her Highness’s pink cheeks become more prominent as Yonna’s hand squeezes the delicate flesh of her thigh. It was coarse, calloused from long hours working manually. The Empress was only now seeing the smattering of freckles on the tough skin of her ally’s face. Even more pronounced was the puckered scar that extended from her earlobe diagonally to the corner of her lip. She must of had it for quite some time.
“Are you finished with your meal?” Yonna asks her. She nods slowly, unable to break her gaze from the orc kneading her leg with a wandering hand.
“Good. I’ve been wanting dessert~” The orc woman smiles. She lets go of The Empress’s leg and stands. Yonna reaches to grip The Violet Empress’s much smaller hips to lift her from her stool, and sitting her upon the bar top.
The Empress is stunned by such forwardness from the orc.
Yonna does not delay in her desire to touch the Empress. Her hands trace down her thighs and to her knees, parting them wide. It makes her blush travel down from her cheeks and reaches her neck in embarrassment. She felt utterly exposed with no barrier to her nether region other than the tunic of Yonna’s she had put on.
Her anticipation was peaking, her hardness tenting beneath the old tunic’s fabric. It caught the attention of Yonna, making her grin.
“You are honest with your desire, as am I~” She orc woman takes Violet’s hand, guiding it to her own mounting stiffness. The Empress’s hand cups the erection through her pants. She was dizzy in disbelief.
She is like me.
Yonna’s hands massages the tender flesh of The Violet Empress’s inner thighs. It makes her gasp from the raw feeling. Bites of electricity crackle across her skin’s surface like fireworks in the night sky. The gentle swipe of Yonna’s thick fingers strokes at the Empress’s nether lips. She is wet with desire for the woman within arms reach.
The Empress shudders from the feeling of her silken lips being stroked by her savior’s fingers, batting them back and forth in a steady rhythm. The thunderous drum made a moan escape past her lips. The goblins were harsh and unrelenting. Yonna is slow and thoughtful of her pleasure. It drives her mad with desire.
She parted her legs wider for Yonna to slip into her. Two orc fingers invaded her flowering pussy. There was no resistance with the intrusion. It made her mouth drop open in a silent gasp, hanging there in the heat of the moment. She was at Yonna’s mercy. And Yonna was not going to let this moment slip past her.
The orc woman slid her fingers down to the knuckle inside of the Empress, fingering her with a fluid wave of the index and middle.
“Oh, my lady~” Her Highness mewls. She reaches up to grip the orc’s shoulders in a moment of vulnerability. Yonna is delighted by the Empress’s short lived formality with her, enjoying the sight of her becoming undone.
“Are your sisters the same?” The orc talks in a raspy voice next to the shell of her ear. Her fingers do not stop their thrusts.
The Empress moans softly in response. “Yes.. Born of Sun and Moon..” She admits.
“What a blessing from The Gods.” Yonna breaths, kissing at the sensitive space below her lobe.
It makes her dizzy. In the haze of lust, the Empress tugs on Yonna’s shirt in a pathetic attempt of relieving it from her. It gnawed at her to see what lies beneath the y orc woman’s own tunic.
Their movements became one as she shed the tunic from her shoulders. She was a mass of muscle and hunk. Her womanly frame was well endowed with pointy tits. Her auburn hair is drawn back in a braid, making bands of gold by the sun rays seeping in from the front windows of the tavern.
Morning lust was intoxicating, wrapped in a warm pocket of sunshine.
The Empress felt Yonna’s fingers recede from her, leaving nothing but a whimper in it’s absence. It made her feel barren and alone without the orc’s fingers to fill her.
It was quickly less of an issue as she now felt it replaced by the head of the orc’s cock at her entrance. She looks into The Violet Empress’s eyes widened as she pushes past the kneaded ring of muscles, long used from the day prior.
“My lady!” The Empress’s voice strained as she was stretched from the orc woman’s own cock, reaching what felt like the deepest part of her core.
“You are radiant like the morning!” Yonna moaned into her ear. Her free hand reaches to stroke the Empress’s throbbing cock. It pulses in her hand as she thrust her monster cock into the Empress. The orc bounces the dainty girl with a veracity, stroking her from the inside out.
The Violet Empress is putty in her grasp, her entire body rocking to the same pace Yonna set. She couldn’t get enough of the orc who had taken her in without question. She was sorely mistaken by the orcs warm welcome to her. It filled her with desire, pleasure, longing, and a floating whim to linger around her a few more days. But, her sisters must not wait for their champion. They were her priority.
“Right there!” She cries out as both seize in a euphoric moment. Warm floods her senses, making the Empress quiver and lose control. She could not tell up from down in the moment, only able to feel the intense heat blossoming in her womb. A torrent spread as the hot cock of her mate pulled away. She again felt barren without her blissful pleasure rod.
They stay in each others arms, The Empress hugging her with both arms and legs. A weariness sinks into her bones as their heated moment extinguishes into embers of tender strokes to the spine and throw away kisses hidden with heavy breathing. It was like a wet dream they selfishly indulged in together.
As it faded the Empress and orc woman unwound bodies from one another. Yonna was considerate, helping the Empress down from the bar and making quick work of cleaning them.
The orc searched for clothes to fit the delicate frame of the Empress. Their builds incompatible, but made for quite the sight to see her in Yonna’s tunic like a night dress. Something she would never have the joy of indulging in again.
“You are sure this will work?” The Violent Empress looks up at Yonna with round innocent eyes. Yonna had dressed the Empress in common Markellios fashion. A simple slip dress made of a brown cotton and wool, and cloak to shield and conceal her. Her hair was tied back in an Orcish style braid, weaved from four parts.
“Yes, Violet. Errol will accept your pleas with my aid. If anyone will have word of your sisters in this kingdom, it will be him. You must go now to make departure.
Yonna pushes coins into her hands to take.
“This will cover the exchange for passage. And please keep this in my stead.” The orc woman pulls a small chain from her pocket and looping it around her neck. The chain has a charm foreign to the Empress. Made of silver, it was engraved with a square and an X through the middle.
“What is this?” The Empress asks, picking up the chain to examine it closer.
“A time will come that you need it. It is not necessary to be concerned with it until the time is right. I wish you luck on your journey. And I hope you one day find your sisters.” The orc woman said and waved her off.
The Violet Empress took a long last look at the orc woman. She had come to know this stranger whom she had thought to be a monster and enemy, but had quickly developed into an impassioned lover in the heat of the moment. It was all for her sisters of course.
She smiles and waves to her, tucking the necklace under the collar of her dress before turning and walking down the cobble. The hustle and bustle of the mid morning crowd swallowed her into the heart of Markellios.
What monsters would you like read defile our charming Violet Empress?
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