Incest/Taboo Jonos & the Whore Queen

The Nedalian woman notices the queen's study of the two undead bodyguards and smiles. "Oh yes -- we of noble birth often use them for pleasure -- their endurance is forever, but they can be used for punishment as well. Did your husband...did Janish ever tell you how my mother was executed for betraying my father? He repaid her lust for a common soldier by showing her that a momentary thing like pleasure always becomes pain after too much indulgence. My sisters and brothers and I watched while her own Zombie guard fucked her to death. She lasted perhaps twelve hours, but Father commanded they continue until she was little more than a bled out bag of filthy flesh."

She grins and adds -- of course, father had them fuck her cunt, ass and mouth and she likely choked to death. I'll be kinder since Kallas has his own plans for you." She turns to undead creatures and hisses, "Take her!"

Celise moans as the zombies approach her from front and back. Their cold flesh touches her, fingers spreading her legs and butt cheeks. The potions that Nesharina have given her have taken affect -- her wounds, though still painful, have stopped bleeding and Celise feels more awake than she can remember -- she can't even close her eyes for more than a moment and finds herself looking into a dark, soulless gaze.

Celise feels the unnatural cool touch of a erect penis, trailing along her inner thigh and then she cries out as it slips between her labia and unerringly slides home in a brutal thrust. Her skin crawls at the thing's touch, but her cunt responds as it always has, contracting around the thick shaft as it burrows inside her while the zombie cups her buttocks -- her legs raised and spread wide against the touch of muscled arms.

Then she feels the chill touch of another penis, pressing against her anus, pushing steadily against her clenched sphincter, never relenting and then forcing its way into her asshole, drawing a cry that is all pain as he thrusts into her ass without any lubricant or preparation. White fire tears through her as she feels it drive its way deep into her soft tissue. "Oh Gods!" Celise moans as she feels both cocks deep inside her, separated by a thin sheath of flesh -- pain and pleasure warring for possession of her mind and soul.

The zombie guards work as one, building up a steady rhythm as they thrust in and out of her body -- silent and relentless in their efforts. Any relief Celise feels across her shoulders, arms and backs as she is now essential suspended between the two undead creatures is more than painfully compensated for as they fuck her hard and steadily, their movements and her own body's gyrations causing bolts of pain in her tightly clamped and pinched nipples and clitoris.

Nesharina feels the sweet heat of arousal rising between her own thighs as she watches Celise, chained and helpless being fucked without mercy by her zombie guards. Celise's head lolls about aimlessly as the queen sobs and moans from the pain and pleasure wracking her body. Nesharina steps close again and jerks Celise's head back by her black mane and after licking her way up the queen's neck, savoring the taste of her sweat -- filled with the pheromones of fear and lust, she kisses Celise savagely, thrusting her tongue into the queen's mouth like another violent tool of violation and pressing her lips against Celise's so harshly that they bleed.

"You won't die this night, Whore Queen -- perhaps tomorrow, but not tonight -- my potions will see to that, but come dawn, I will return to hear you beg me to stop the pain," hisses Nesharina when she ends the kiss, her lips smeared with the queen's blood and saliva. She moves in again, her lips pressed against Celise's ear and finishes, "But I won't -- the pain never ends...I promise you, the pain will follow you unto death and beyond."

Celise moans and licks her lips, coughing for a moment before managing to gasp, "P-pain and pleasure -- t-t-the border is unsure -- only...OH GODS... I d-decide on which s-side I s-stand." She breaks off into whimpering sobs as Nesharina stands astounded at her continued defiance.

Again she spits on the Queen of Agosta and then before turning on her heels and stalking from the room, snarls, "Faster! Fuck this cunt harder and faster!" Nesharina's undead servants obey her command instantly and she exits the dungeon with a smile on her face as Celise's screams follow her far into the long corridors deep within Bloodgate.

Inside the torture chambers of Nesharina, it is the utter silence of the zombies that almost unnerves the Queen of Agosta. They make no moans or sighs as they fuck her -- the only sound they make is the rapid slapping noise of their undead flesh smacking against her body. Celise struggles to find her center -- seeking to cling to each fragment of pleasure that nips and tugs at her body -- pulling the threads of potential orgasm together to knit ecstasy itself, but it is a struggle. Pain courses through her continually as the servants of Nesharina thrust and thrust and thrust.

The demands on Celise's body leave her dripping with sweat, rivulets of perspiration splatter on the floor or on her zombie lovers -- her muscles tightening -- even cramping as she responds to their never ending thrusts. Puddles of sweat form, joining blood and her cunt juices on the evenly cut stones the zombies stand upon. Between moans, Celise repeats her mantra of "Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand," over and over again, trying to focus herself around the words -- to collect all that she is to master the sensations battling within her naked and battered body.

"Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand." The words become the foundation of Celise's world as she struggles to find pleasure in the brutal raping of her body. She finds unexpected aid from her own body as it warms from her exertions. Sweat and even blood, combined with her almost independent-minded cunt, ease the pain of the large, long cock hammering in to it again and again. It is there that pleasure is strongest as her natural whorish instincts take over.

As the other undead guard assaults her asshole, sweat and blood make things more slippery and not for the only time that long night will the Whore Queen be thankful for her son's appetite for fucking his mother in the ass. Flesh tears, but heals, leaving only pain behind, but as she loosens up, pain must compete with pleasure.

Gradually, carnal pleasure builds within the valiant queen's body, but even she despairs that she can master the pain wracking her and convert it to sweet ecstasy. She loses all sense of time -- all she knows of the world winnows down simply to the two hard cocks mechanically thrusting in and out of her cunt and ass and the seemingly eternal war of pain and pleasure. Her words pour out of without pause, the only buoy in the ocean of sensation she feels she is about to drown in.

"Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand," Celise sobs between cries of pains and the rarer gasps of pleasure.

She is on the verge of despair when suddenly as she again says the words, "Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand," she hears another voice echoing her own -- a voice she hasn't heard in decades but knows as well as her own. She repeats her words, hearing the voice grow stronger and stronger until she begins to disconnect, feeling herself leave her own body, but taking the pain with her...

"Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand," moans Celise, princess of Elysiis, arms aching from many hours from being manacled and raised high above her head. Her toes and feet are cramping terribly from long being forced to stand on tip-toe. Her slender and luscious body that could only be that of a teenager's is wet and slick with sweat and her only desire is to be released and to sleep.

Like a wind-up toy from Agosta, she mechanically repeats the mantra over and over again, her voice growing more tremulous with each moment, tears of pain and frustration rolling down her cheeks to splash against her already full and prominent breasts.

"Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand," she moans and as she begins again, another person joins in, this voice more enthusiastic. Celise jerks her head up to take in her mother, Elia striding into the room, flanked on each side by Celise's older sisters.

"Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand," the woman repeats with joy in her voice. "Celise, my sweet, you must believe in the words, not simply repeat them like a pretty parrot." She moves gracefully towards her daughter -- every bit the queen of Elysiis that she is.

Elia is bare breasted, her huge, meaty breasts adorned only by the ruby encrusted gold rings piercing her nipples and the heavy gold chain connecting them and tugging heavily on her swollen nubs. Silks swish with an almost hypnotic whisper as she moves, parting to reveal her bald mound, labia thick and plump. Green eyes flash with mirth and love, framed in that beautiful face by great auburn tresses as brilliant as the sun itself.

Behind her, Felisha and Linsele are younger copies of their mother save for the deep, black manes they share with their sister, a gift from their father's line, the great Pharaoh Khanthus XVII. In their eyes are hints of sympathy for their younger sister and knowledge of the trials she is experiencing. Each in her own way conveys expressions meant to encourage Celise.

"Pleasure and pain are the same coin, Celise," Elia murmurs, reaching out to stroke her daughter's face. "You must master both and be able to turn one into the other if you would be of the Order of Isisiris." Elia moves closer and kisses her daughter on each tear stained cheek and then kisses her on the lips, her tongue rolling gently over Celise's lips, offering them much needed moisture.

Celise chokes back a sob and whimpers, "But it hurts, Mother. The pain is...terrible."

Elia smiles with great compassion as she kisses her daughter again, her breasts now rubbing against those of her daughter's. "Pain is simply the road to pleasure, daughter -- you need simply to center yourself and find the way." Elia begins softly stroking her daughter's body, fingers delicately trailing down the sides of her torso, back around her hips and up her back, making Celise shiver.

"Of course, all explorers sometimes need directions to get to the place they seek," Elia murmurs into her youngest child's ear -- her tongue flicking out like a snake's to dance around her lobe. Elia steps back, allowing Felisha and Linsele to move to their sister's side. "Pleasure is easy to find," she says in a soothing tone as she places her hand on Celise's flat belly and slowly bring them down.

Celise moans softly as her mother's fingers slip into her thickly haired bush, middle finger finding her slit and spreading her pussy lips apart. Elia knows her daughter well and quickly with a single finger, plunges inside Celise's cunt and then curling, finds...the spot. Celise mewls like a well fed kitten as little jolts of sweet, pleasure begin to stir within her. Elia smiles and adds another finger, stirring them around inside her child's quickly moistening pussy while her thumb begins to tease her clitoris from its hooded hideaway.

The sisters, upon a nod from their mother, lean in, ducking their heads to take Celise's swollen nipples into their mouths, expertly sucking and teasing her thick and now throbbing protuberances. Their younger sister's shackled body quivers with delight as they pleasure her and as their mother adds yet a third finger, worming it inside her tight, young cunt.

Elia leans in and kisses her daughter, pleased that Celise greets her tongue with her own. Mother and daughter kiss for long minutes, Elia's heavy breasts brushing against her other daughters' faces as they suck and role their tongues over Celise's swelling nipples.

Finally, Elia breaks the kiss and pauses to lick her lips as if to savor the taste of her youngest child. Through it all, she has fingered her daughter, touching all her sacred spots within her pussy and taunting and teasing her now swollen clitoris. "Pleasure is easy to find," Elia repeats. "Pain is more difficult to discover -- its nature often less clear -- is it truly different or simply pleasure misunderstood?"

Upon her last spoken word, both Felisha and Linsele without warning, bite down hard on Celise's nipples, teeth piecing hard enough to draw blood. Celise's body jerks as she gives out a shrill scream, her body convulsing with unexpected sensations.

"Pleasure or pain, Celise?" asks her mother, fingers still massaging her cunt. "Did your sisters give you pleasure or pain?"

Celise opens her mouth to speak, but only a plaintive wail emerges comes. Finally as her body begins to calm somewhat, she sobs, "Oh, I loved that...it was -- oh Gods, it was pleasure!"

Elia nods, pleased by her daughter's response. "Yes, that's my darling. You've taken the first step -- now let us journey down the path further." She nods to her other daughters who both produce identical items of jewelry -- glittering scarabs with wicked looking pinchers. Linsele and Felisha deftly attach them to Celise's still swollen nipples, the pinchers driving deep into the rubbery flesh, piercing them and locking into place with an audible snap.

Again, Celise stiffens, giving out a cry that holds both pain and pleasure, then as her sisters touch tiny wheels on the underside of the scarabs, pain wins out as the pinchers are synched tighter and tighter.

"Oppose the pain, daughter," Elia hisses. "Find the pleasure and wrap it around the pain -- allow the pleasure to consume it -- to feed itself and increase your pleasure." As she speaks, Elia slowly squats down, bringing her face level with her daughter's thick bush, now split wide with labia coated with her juices. Elia inhales her daughter's sweet scent and leans closer, her eyes looking upwards to find her daughter's pain glazed gaze.

"Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only you decide on which side you stand. Speak the words, Celise -- speak them and believe them. Make all you're feeling, pleasure, my love. Find the place within you where pleasure is all and embrace it," Elia implore her daughter and then her face is pressed against Celise's wet and quivering cunt -- her heat almost molten as she drives her tongue between her lust spread labia, up and up, savoring her daughter's fresh, sweet taste before using her tongue to lash out and capture Celise's throbbing clitoris.

"Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand. Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand," Celise's sisters chant in unison, standing on each side of her, stroking her shoulders and back, trying to calm her pain wracked flesh. Through gritted teeth, the young girl begins to chant with them. Her reward is a kiss on each cheek and a subtle tightening of the pinchers once again.

"Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I decide on which side I stand," sobs Celise as she stammers through the mantra again and again -- trying to focus on the pain and will it away -- trying to focus on her mother's busy tongue coaxing delicious pleasure from between her legs. She gazes down at her mother who is looking back at her with such love, her mouth working furiously on Celise's cunt, nose twitching as it is tickled by the young girl's furry mound.

She is amazed that despite the searing sensations in her breasts, as if they were being torn off, an orgasm is building from deep within her, her womb throbbing with carnal joy, confronting the pain -- pushing it back and then simply overwhelming it like a tidal wave sweeping over the sands upon the Western shore. There is something happening -- something more than simple orgasm -- something her mother's experienced tongue has given her more than once and then she has it and she sobs, understanding the true nature of pain...its true purpose.

"YES!" she screams as the greatest orgasm of the teenager's short life detonates within her. She takes the pleasure brought forth by her mother's tongue swirling around her throbbing clit and indeed envelopes the pain with it and uses it as fuel to feed -- to strengthen her pleasure and then it is transformed as she is transformed and becomes orgasmic ecstasy itself....

YES, OH MOTHER...OH GODS BE PRAISED! FUCK MEEEEE!" Celise screams as she masters the relentless pain coursing through her battered body and she cums as she has rarely cummed before! With all her heart and soul, the Whore Queen of Agosta embraces the brutal ravaging she is being offered by her undead lovers as an intense orgasm takes her into a state of total carnal bliss, devouring any and all pain.

Celise tightens her grip on the thick cock pummeling her cunt, its cool flesh now warmed in the intense heat of her aroused body while she simultaneously flexes her ass cheeks to constrain the cock burrowing deep in her asshole. She arches her back to increase the wonderfully painful sensations in her nipples and clitoris, riding that pain into orgasm again and again. The queen doesn't shy from the touch of the relentless zombie guards, she writhes and twists to meet their long, hard and steady thrusts, doing her sluttish best to take them deeper and harder -- helping her cum and cum and cum.

Pleasure becomes all and never ceases. Seconds tick by. Minutes tick by. Hours tick by and yet time also seems to grind to a halt. Celise's world becomes simply two cocks fucking ass and pussy. Celise's world becomes simply carnal gratification incarnate. She screams and sobs, laughs and cries as orgasm begets orgasm until her whole body screams that it cannot take anymore and then Celise embraces that intense painful ecstasy and rides it to new heights of orgasmic delight.

There is no respite from pleasure -- Nesharina's potions have done their work. Celise experiences every moment of cock induced joy, relishing it, wrapping herself up in the sweet, maddening, never ending delight of cocks fucking her and fucking her and fucking her, never losing consciousness, her senses heightened as never before -- becoming an avatar of fucking induced pleasure.

In the midst of being awash in an ocean of orgasmic delight, Celise does not hear the approach of steps. She does not see Nesharina appear in the entrance of the dungeon, appearing well rested and dressed much as she was the day before -- bare breasted and wearing white leather chaps and stiletto heeled boots with a cat o' nine tails held in her hands today -- each leather thong knotted and capped with sharp steel tips.

Celise does not see Nesharina stand grinning smugly as she considers the sight in front of her. The zombie guards are unchanged since she last saw them, steadily thrusting into Celise's gaping asshole and cunt. Celise herself hangs between them, seemingly lifeless, her body only moving in response to the constant thrusts of her undead lovers, her body is coated with sweat, her hair hanging limply and dripping perspiration. The queen's brilliant blue eyes are glazed and unseeing, her mouth hanging open, spittle hanging from her lips and falling to her breasts.

Celise does not hear the rich and fell laughter as Nesharina claps her hands in delight and moves closer into the room. The Nedalian snaps her fingers and the zombies respond instantly, both stepping back, extricating themselves from Celise, their cocks glistening with her leavings -- cunt juice, sweat and blood. It is only with their withdrawal that Celise shows signs of life -- her eyes opening wide and her mouth moving without speaking.

Nesharina moves even closer, eager for the moment -- hungering to hear the Queen of Agosta beg her to put an end to her misery. Celise tries to speak again, her eyes slowing focusing on her former sister in law standing now before her, a hoarse rasp of a whisper all she can produce. "Speak louder, bitch cunt. Tell me...beg me to end it all now," she hisses, drawing even closer, placing her ear close to Celise's lips.

For long seconds, all she hears is Celise's labored breathing and then slowly words...spoken in a voice long drained and damaged from unrelenting screams. "No...please don't stop fucking me," Celise whispers almost too soft to hear.

Nesharina draws back, her body going rigid as she stares in disbelief at Celise who slowly raises her head and wearily smiles at her and says in a louder, more insistent voice. "More. I want more!"

The wife of Kallas rocks back on her heels as if Celise had struck her with her fist. Her eyes go wide as she comprehends fully all that is around her. The ever erect cocks of her zombies, retreated almost into the shadows, drip with Celise's cunt cream and the floor underneath the almost swaying woman is awash in her juices, swirls of sweat and blood making it appear almost hypnotic. Even the air reeks of Celise's arousal -- the smell of cunt upon everything.

"No," moans Nesharina, staggering back. "No, no, NO, NO, NO!" she screams in utter fury. She wavers in front of Queen Celise, shaking her fists in her face. "You bitch! You fucking cunt. You...you fucking WHORE!" she sobs, tears running down her pale cheeks. "You WILL BEG ME FOR MERCY."

She steps back and then she snaps her whip, the leather threads lashing out and striking Celise across the breasts and belly, scoring the skin and drawing blood. Celise jerks in response and then a sneer of absolute sinful pleasure creeps across her face and she sobs hoarsely, "Yessssss! Make me cummm!"

Nesharina howls as madness consumes her and she abandons all restraint, bringing the metal tipped lashes down again and again, tearing cruel swatches of flesh from Celise's body. Each assault upon the queen is met with moans of ecstatic pleasure and delight which only serves to magnify Nesharina's foul anger.

In frustration, she flings the whip aside and raising one leg, draws a wicked, keenly edged blade from a sheath concealed on the side of her boot. "YOU WILL BEG ME FOR DEATH, WHORE QUEEN!" she screams shrilly, raising her arm to slash Celise's face. Her knife begins to descend when it is stayed by a hairy hand taking a firm grip on her wrist.

She spins in great anger to find herself facing one of her husband's personal escorts -- the cream of his lycanthrope troops. His wolfish face is impassive -- betraying no emotion as she spits in his face and snarls, "You dare touch your queen!" From the shadows of the dank room, several of her zombies emerge and begin to close on Nesharina and Kallas's guard.

"He dares at my command!" snaps Kallas from behind her and she turns to see him in the doorway along with several lycanthrope escorts -- all in a state of battle readiness -- ready to shift into their animalistic form. "Pull the strings on your meat puppets -- call them off now, Nesharina."

"You dare order me so -- my father..."

"Your father, the good king of Nedal, is not here, nor are his Obsidian Legions," spits Kallas. "But Jonos and his army have crept in during the night and even now, prepare to lay siege to Bloodgate." He surveys the room -- his gaze resting on the bloody and naked form of Queen Celise, swaying in her chains, rivulets of blood falling from her to pool on the stone floor.

Without warning, he lashes out with one hand and strikes Nesharina across the face. "I am King and husband and you will obey as is your lot!" he snarls. "Call your undead things off now!"

Anger fills Nesharina's face, but now it is anger layered over with calm and with a nod she stops her guards in their tracks.

Kallas nods and then slaps Nesharina again, staggering her -- the lycanthrope's firm grip the only thing keeping her on her feet. "I told you, dearest -- she was to be alive when I came for her. If she dies now, you take her place, your father be damned!"

His wife gives a little gasp and then looks at Kallas as if for the first time, realizing he is deadly serious and that all their lives depend on the outcome of this battle with their usurper nephew. "Forgive me, my love. I...I can get so involved with my pleasures." Her lips twist on the last word and she pretends not to hear Celise chuckle weakly behind her.

Quickly she brings forth more potions from her stores and forces them down the true queen's throat. Her curatives are potent though foul in nature and within minutes, Celise's skin begins to heal, although leaving behind horrific, twisted scars. Nesharina contents herself with knowing she has for what little time Celise has left to live, she will live with the knowledge that her almost mythical beauty is forever marred.

Kallas's guards release her from her chains and she moans, still in an orgasmic haze as blood rushes back into deprived tissue, triggering new pain that serves as fuel for the fires centered between her bloody thighs.

"Bring her," Kallas orders in a brisk, almost eager tone. He turns and strides from the room, his guards bringing Celise along, dragging her at first, but before they emerge from the depths below Bloodgate, she has recovered enough to walk along unaided, scarcely stumbling as they rush along. In her still heightened state of arousal, she is very aware of the hungry looks Kallas's wolfish guards give her and that in his preoccupied state, Kallas is totally unaware. The mark of the Lycanthrope on their shoulders reminds her of the assassination attempt and her previous encounter with a werewolf -- making her aching cunt tingle with renewed passion. That in turn reminds her of the stories her late husband had told her about Kallas's favorite hobby.

Finally able to speak, her voice, harsh with a night of orgasmic screaming, "You seem perturbed, Kallas -- my son's arrival seems to worry you."

Kallas looks back and hisses, "His arrival should worry you more, Celise, for it means your doom." He strides on and then unable to help himself mutters over his shoulders, "Jonos gathers far more troops than I would have imagined would follow such a young fool -- a pity for he shall surely send them all to their deaths this day."

"There will be death this day, but it will not be the King's, but your's. You should pray that he will make it a swift one."

Before Kallas can retort, there is a crack of a whip and Celise cries out as Nesharina following behind strikes her across the shoulder with her whip. "Mind your mouth, Whore Queen," she snarls. "You address the true King of Agosta."

Celise looks back at the Nedalian woman and replies, "If that is true, then soon my son will prove his reputation as a usurper once more."

"Quiet, both of you," snaps Kallas. They suddenly emerge from the stone bound confines of Bloodgate, crossing over a great stone span connecting two great towers. Celise shivers in the suddenly chill air. She squints her eyes looking up at the clear blue skies lit by the rising sun in the east, but her attention is quickly drawn to the murmur of noise to the north and she gasps as she sees a great army drawn up before the battlements of Bloodgate -- great iron and wood siege engines slowly moving forward.

Celise's heart begins to beat more strongly as for a long moment she strains to see her son and lover...her true husband among the thousands gathered there. Then she sighs, knowing with more than her heart that he stands not with his army. Nevertheless, she again laughs and in a voice of merriment cries out, "Behold your doom, Kallas -- the day dawns and with it comes your destruction!"

Kallas ignores her and they cross once more into the stone edifice that is Bloodgate. There is great clamor and activity as soldiers scurry about, preparing for combat. They descend lower into the fortress, stopped only once by a worried officer who reports, "My liege, scouts report activity in the mountain passes -- I believe some of Jonos's patrols may be at our flank."

"Reinforce the gates -- deploy what troops you think fit to support any feints from our rear," Kallas orders, glancing nervously back at the bloodied but still proud Queen. He turns to the captain of his guard. "Go to the Wolves -- prepare your brigade for battle -- we will use your werewolves to carve his army to pieces."

Celise shivers -- remembering how Janish had used his brother's werewolves as a hammer to break opposing armies in the past. They numbered three hundred and each was equal to at least ten human soldiers...maybe more. For his part, the captain of Kallas's guard, turns and gestures to the Whore Queen. "And what of her -- would you leave her alone with you?"

Kallas smirks and shakes his head. I have the remainder of my escort and Nesharina will keep her in her place." He grins then, an evil and lascivious expression and adds, "And we are almost to the pits now. She is all but dead!"

The Captain of the Guard nods and then turns curtly, casting an evil look at Celise and departs down another corridor.

The party descends deeper into Bloodgate and soon a rank, animalistic smell begins to grow. Celise wrinkles her nose at the thick, broody smell and yet it in itself send ripples of arousal through her. They step out of a corridor above a vast arena -- a pit surrounding by a balcony some twenty feet above it. Growls and snarls emerge from below, punctuated by howls and barks.

Celise is brought close to the railing and her stomach begins rolling as she moves close enough to peer over. She has a sharp intake of breath as she stares with horror at what lies below.

In the pit is a roiling mass of fur -- snarling, wolfish creatures -- neither man nor beast, but somehow both. She cannot count them as they whirl and race and climb over each other -- their eyes red with rage and beastly hunger and madness.

"There is a risk in accepting the gift of lycanthropy," murmurs Nesharina into Celise's ear. "Not all can deal with their new senses and abilities. They succumb to animal instincts and cannot function as part of a greater entity." Kallas's wife takes the handle of her whip and thrusts it between Celise's legs from behind, rubbing the leather wrapped ivory against the queen's swollen labia.

"Many who deal with lycanthropes in Nedal put them down like rabid animals -- unmanageable and consumed only with the desire to kill, eat and fuck," Nesharina hisses. "But there are those who keep them alive for amusement."

"I was fascinated with them from the start," murmurs Kallas from behind her, dropping his hand to cover that of his wife's -- working the whip handle more firmly against and into Queen Celise's cunt. She shivers as both lust and fear threaten to run amuck inside her. "To see what they can do to a person in just a few short seconds when they're hungry is amazing. To see what they do to someone when the breeding cycle is upon them, well..."

Kallas's laugh chills Celise to the bone, but she turns and looks over her shoulder at Kallas and replies, "I know -- Janish told me the stories of your appetites."

Her late husband's brother grins evilly and says, "Then you know your fate. I will take the few scraps of you that are left and send them to your son. If you mean as much to Jonos as has been reported, the loss of his Whore Queen will leave him easy prey for my troops."

Nesharina thrusts the whip handle deep inside Celise's wet cunt and roughly stirs it around. "Maybe I'll bring him back as one of my undead. He can spend eternity as one of my slaves."

Celise brings herself up to stand regally before both Kallas and his wife, awing even them with her majesty even as naked and battered as she is. "You make jokes when you should be making preparations to die. Neither of you will live to see the sun set."

Kallas's face screws up to give an angry retort, but there are suddenly horns blaring from above and a thunderous noise of ten thousand men roaring. In the aftermath come cries. "JONOS ATTACKS -- THEY ARE STORMING THE WALLS!"

Kallas settles for simply slapping Celise across the face. "Your time to die is now. Throw her to my wolves!"

Two guards step towards the queen, but she imperiously holds up a hand, halting them in their tracks. "No need. I will go willingly into the pit. Let no one ever call the Whore Queen of Jonos the Usurper, a coward!"

As all watch in awe, she climbs up onto the railing -- Kallas and Nesharina tensing for some sort of trick. With her appearance, the werewolves below come to a sudden halt, all silent and staring, eager for whatever is to come. In the sudden silence, there is a large thundering boom from above as something collides with the massive iron doors of Bloodgate. Celise grins and says in a voice full of merriment, "Death is knocking at your door, you fools. Time to die."

With the grace of a young swimmer, Celise dives from the railing, uttering, "Featherum," as she does. Instead of falling quickly to the bottom of the pit some fifty feet down, she falls slowly, gracefully as they watch from above.

Quickly the Whore Queen gathers arcane energy and casts another spell. "Aramour," she murmurs and suddenly she becomes lust incarnate, feeling her arousal building up within her and like a pleasing vapor, spreading out from her -- the stink of her sexual need preceding her arrival below. Like a dancer in slow motion, she flexes her body, arching as she brings her hands to her own splayed cunt and plunges them inside, moaning as the eldritch lust within her grows. Celise pulls her hands from her pussy, fingers dripping wet with her creams and she flicks her fingers, spraying droplets of cunt juice down upon the lupine monsters below her, each becoming suddenly frantic and consumed with lust as they catch her scent...her desire.

As Kallas and Nesharina watch from above, their faces suddenly confused, the werewolves go mad, tearing and clawing at each other to be in a prime position. Yet, they all edge back a little as Celise descends, allowing her a place to gently land. Her eyes gleam with secret knowledge when her toes touch the land and she summons one last spell, "Succubuci," she almost growls in a voice full of gleeful malice.

For a moment all is silence -- all is frozen and then like a tidal wave, the motionless werewolves explode forward, tearing and slashing at each other to take Celise first. She is knocked to the ground -- a black-furred lycanthrope snarling and snapping at her face -- his wolfish cock huge and extended, scratching against her thighs as he seeks her cunt. He is thrown off by another -- a huge, red-furred beast and Celise moans at the size of his erection and then with drool pouring from his mouth, he reaches down with sharp clawed paws and flips her over onto her knees, her ass raised up like an offering to the beast's lust.

His lupine cock sinks into the Whore Queen's cunt and both he and Celise howl as he thrusts forward, his harsh fur scratching against her soft, dusky skin. His claws dig into her shoulders as he mounts her savagely and she screams as he sinks more and more of himself inside her, stretching her as he burrows deep into her womb. Celise lets out a painful scream as he pushes his lupine knot past her wide-spread lips.

She begins to sob her long ago learned mantra, "Pain and pleasure -- the border is unsure -- only I -- I -- I YESSSSSSSSSSS!" but she does not finish -- she has no need to. Willingly, with all her heart, she surrenders to the pleasure of fornicating with the wolf creature. She embraces the sweet and painful pleasure, responding to his thrusts with her own. Orgasm boils up from within to overwhelm everything, her cunt tightening and growing hotter as she tries to keep the werewolf's cock inside her suddenly ravenous cunt.

Then another lycanthrope grinds its crotch in her face, heavy, fur covered testicles slapping against her face -- his long, pink cock thrusting forward to seek relief and Celise opens her mouth and allows the beast to bury his cock between her lips, making her struggle and gag as he begins to fuck her mouth. The wolf pack goes mad around her, bodies crashing into her and into each other, rubbing their long cocks against her flesh, muzzles nipping at her swaying breasts.

Even through this din, Celise imagines she can hear the laughter of Kallas and Nesharina, hungrily watching from above, waiting for the wolf creatures to tear her apart in their lust. Despite the din of the lusty beasts, Celise imagines she can hear the noise of battle as Jonos's army assaults Bloodgate. Even as she is fucked hard, she manages to glance upwards and sees an aide, the same one who had warned Kallas of enemy activity in the mountain passes return and point urgently upwards. She sees Kallas's face darken with fury and perhaps the first bit of fear.

The red-furred werewolf thrusts urgently into her and she can feel his hot seed began to bathe her womb and he howls with lusty fulfillment...a howl that quickly sharpens into a panicked wail. Despite a mouthful of cock, Celise manages a triumphal cry as she feels not only the lycanthrope's seed filling her, but his life pouring into hers as well.

The werewolf yelps and bites at her back, suddenly frightened. It tries to withdraw, but her constricting cunt holds him fast as she drains him of his life force. Orgasmic white fire courses through her body and all her weariness flees. Celise feels refreshed and renewed as she uses his life energy to heal her body -- wounds healing cleanly in seconds -- the scars of the last few days swept away, leaving her dusky skin whole and healthy. Then the cock in her mouth stiffens and feeds her a bitter tasting flood of wolfish semen and she drinks it eagerly, sucking him dry of his seed and his life.

The first to assault her falls away, a dry, empty husk of faded red fur. Instantly, another lust fueled beast takes his place, uncaring of his predecessor's fate. The cock in her mouth dwindles in size and slips from her lips as another lifeless form falls away and she howls with the burning pleasure of her now almost continuous orgasm. Eldritch power courses through her, healing her battered womb, making it whole and almost anew.

All around her, the lust-ridden lycanthropes jostle and snap at each other to get to her as her scent fills the air -- her very pleasure fueled cries acting as an aphrodisiac. She finds herself lifted and twisted as her newest lover's lupine knot forces its way into her sodden, cunt. Wolven creatures battle to reach her. Another long cock worms its way between her ass cheeks and Celise cries with pain and pleasure as it assaults her puckered ring and drives deep into her asshole. Canine cocks slap at her face, each seeking relief and she licks and sucks, losing one as she jostled about only to find another thrusting forward to enjoy her hungry tongue.

Furry, whiskery muzzles snap at her breasts, nipping her blood engorged nipples as the lycanthropes swarm over and around Celise, hoisting her onto an ever changing, ever writhing bed of fur and teeth and cocks and tongues, totally oblivious to her spell drawing forth their life essences even as they feed her their seed. Her scent, overpowering and undeniable spurs them on one after the other. As she claims the semen and life energy of one, another fights ferociously to take its place.

With each load of sperm that the Whore Queen claims, the energies within her multiply, escalating right along with a storm of pure, carnal ecstasy. Her orgasms have no ending now -- they are a raging storm sweeping her towards complete and utter sexual pleasure. The long, knotted cocks of the wolfmen no longer harm her -- they do not tear at her willing, wet, pliant flesh or if they do, the arcane power coursing through her veins seems to instantly heal all wounds. All these lupine penises are now are a source of exquisite pleasure as they plunge into her sweet, molten depths and then as each reaches climax, they are energy feeding her, making her flesh ripple and burn with seemingly unlimited power.

While Celise is consumed with ecstatic, sexual joy, she is also aware of everything around here. She can hear the frightened cries of Nesharina, recognizing now what she is doing and the tense barking of orders by Kallas to the guards to bring her down. Archers come and rain arrows down into the pit, slaying a few werewolves howling out in dismay at being denied their moment of mating with the female in their midst. Any arrows that come near the queen are obliterated by the sheer force of ever growing eldritch power now pulsating in or around her.

Nesharina attempts an offensive spell or two, but her talents lie mainly in necromancy and what Celise is doing is far beyond that and in the throes of intense orgasmic fury, she raises her head and looks at Nesharina, werewolf semen dripping off her lips and chins and laughs at the Nedalian witch's paltry efforts. Celise's laughs lengthen and transform into screams of pleasure as she is swarmed by rabidly lusting monsters, burying her with an onslaught of slavering muzzles and long, swollen cocks -- only her sobs and moans of pleasure indicating she is alive underneath an almost pulsating mound of hairy, furred passion.

Celise loses count of the cocks that plunge inside her -- of the loads of tart werewolf cum in her belly, feeding her even as their lives feed her spirit and power. Eldritch energy manifests as purplish flames licking along her skin, singing the fur of the fuck-maddened beasts plunging cocks into the queen's clasping, wet cum filled cunt as well as her asshole dripping with sperm and her hungry mouth.

Between the almost divine orgasmic pleasure and the intensity of the arcane power building inside her -- Celise feels almost suspended beyond reality -- where time and space seemingly fold back in on themselves -- wrapped in sublime ecstasy. Memories of things past and of things perhaps to come whip around the queen and she snatches at one especially precious to her...

Celise arches her back as she squats, gloriously impaled on her son's mammoth cock, the muscles of her long and shapely legs bulge with the exertion of plunging up and down Jonos's lengthy and thick shaft. She is biting her lower lip, face screwed up in intense pleasure as she slowly slides down her son and king's cock till she is grinding her furry mound against his wiry pubic hairs, quivering with the sinfully sweet sensation of the head of his cock buried deep in her womb.

Celise's fingers drag across her son's hard, muscled chest, leaving light, bloody lines as her sweat drenched body shivers with orgasmic delight. Jonos grins evilly and with a subtle thrust of his hips, makes his mother groan louder and he pushes himself more fully within her and then snarls, "A gift for my queen!" He grunts again, a noise of satisfaction as he relinquishes control and the crown of his cock swells and he begins to cum, his steaming seed gushing forth to fill his mother's womb.

"Oh yesssss," sobs Queen Celise. "A kingly gift -- OHHHHHHHhhhh, indeed, my beloved.," the Whore Queen moans as she squirms and quivers, suspended on the king's erect penis, reveling in the perfection that is mother and son making love in their royal bedchambers. In all her fifty some years, there has been nothing in her experience that equals spreading her legs wide for her son, his mighty cock claiming her as his again and again.

His hands come up and palm her bountiful breasts, strong fingers plunging into her soft, meaty flesh. He levers himself up to a sitting position, burrowing his cock a little deeper into the womb of his birth. He tongues one of Celise's ruby sized nipples, bites it a little less than gently and then his mouth hungrily finds his mother's and their tongues greet and play with great delight.

Finally, the King falls back, pulling his mother with him to lie naked on his chest, her cunt still packed with his immense cock. Both pant from their exercise and Celise marvels how powerful Jonos's heart seems to beat underneath her pillowing breasts. When she has the breath to spare, she purrs like a great jungle cat temporarily sated.

He stares at her -- his expression one of interest and concern and she kens the import of his consideration. "You've been considering my plan?" she says in a husky voice, trying to hide her anxiousness to hear his answer.

"Aye, Mother, I have. I do not like it."

Part of the queen is relieved, yet she presses on, knowing the correct path to take. "Son...my lord, you know we must do it. I must do it. This plan will serve us two fold. There is a traitor in our midst -- betraying your every battle plan to Kallas. Even though you have driven him off the field of battle despite such betrayals, he now sits with his soldiers at Bloodgate and even you, my mighty king will destroy your forces attempting to breach those terrible walls."

"Better that than see you killed, Mother," Jonos replies. "Where would I find such a sluttish whore as you to sit aside me on the throne?" There is beneath his sarcastic answer a tone that reveals much of his true feelings for his mother -- a tone that causes her cunt muscles to tighten around his still throbbing erection and her heart to nearly burst for the love she has for her son and husband.

"I will not die, my love," says Celise reassuringly. "We know that the traitor is one of three in your High Council. We inform each of them that I go to Elysiis to ask my father for aid. You confide to each possible traitor a different route I plan to take. Whichever one betrays us -- we shall have our proof!" Celise smiles and kisses her son before continuing.

"Kallas would never kill me outright -- he will have me brought to Bloodgate via the ancient mountain passes that few know. You will track me. Inside Bloodgate, Nesharina will want to play with me like a bitch cat toying with a mouse and then Kallas will throw me to his insane weres -- Gods know I heard your father tell me the stories of Kallas's favorite game enough times."

Jonos scowls -- his face darker than its usual brooding self. "I don't like it, Mother. Are you sure this spell...it will work on werewolves?"

Celise sits up, rocking herself gently upon his thick shaft, her nipples swelling more with each tiny movement. With more confidence than she truly feels, she says "I am a daughter of the Order of Isisiris -- it is a terrible and deadly spell, one that can be cast once in lifetime, and I promise you, son, it will work on werewolves or anything else that is unlucky enough to be tempted to sample the love of your Whore Queen."

Jonos grins and reaches up and fills his hands full of his mother's thick, black mane, then tugging on it, rolls them over, his cock never moving from deep in Celise's cunt. She moans as he flexes his hips, her legs rising to wrap around his hard buttocks. "Yes -- my Whore Queen -- never forget you belong to me, Mother -- no matter who or what you spread your legs for!" He thrusts forward hard, making Celise groan! "Never forget, Mother -- you are mine!" He punctuates each hard thrust with the words, over and over again, "Never forget, Mother, you are mine!"

Celise's eyes go blank with pure carnal delight and between savoring each sweet thrust of her son's cock, she sobs back, "I am yours, son! I am forever yours!"

The Whore Queen stands alone in the pit, all that remains of the wolfish pack are dozens of withered sacks of fur and bone. Celise is wreathed in eldritch flame, naked and glorious, her expression both of great satiation and of hunger. The fell spell has ran its course, leaving behind only the life energies of those she has consumed.

Her lovely body heaves with passion and power, eyes aglow as her full, proud breasts heave -- jewel sized nipples swollen like great berries about to burst. Her belly is smooth and flawless, a slight bulge from her repast of semen the only oddity and it only increases her beauty. Her long, well toned legs stand wide spread -- her labia spread and thick, her glistening pink meat oozing with the cum of untold numbers of wolfish monsters. Her hair is wild and unruly, falling about her like a cloak, gleaming with health. Celise takes a deep breath and then lets it out in a sigh that expresses something beyond satisfaction.

Above her the din of battle grows. Distant thundering announces continued assaults on the massive iron doors of Bloodgate. With a flicker of thought Celise rises into the air -- the few remaining troops still attempting to strike her with crossbow bolts, incinerated with a mere glance of her fiery eyes. Swiftly, the Queen of Agosta glides through corridors until she emerges onto the wide span she crossed what seemed mere minutes ago.

Beyond the courtyard, her son's army is arrayed, siege engines and battering rams deployed against the granite buttresses of Bloodgate. Celise yearns for a sign of her husband and son -- her beloved liege, but does not see him, but her heart, enhanced by the great energies within her, tell her that he is near.
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