Saturday, February 2, 2019

Triumph Ch 11 Preview

Chapter 11 is finally done! Still needs some editing, but hopefully the full chapter will be up in the coming week. I will have a lot of time to write due to a business trip, so I am hoping that I can finish Chapter 12 next week as well. Here is a brief preview of Chapter 11... **** The leather breastplate creaked as Amelie tried to lift it off over her head, but the worn leather was stuck on her chest. Each time she strained to remove the armor it only rubbed her breasts, stimulating her nipples which were now poking firmly through the cotton tunic beneath. She began to flush and worry that she’s was going to need to call one of the guards to assist when a deep rumbling voice interjected, “Would you like some help with that?” Amelie gave a start and spun around to see the large half orc looming behind her. “Augras!?” She reached for the hilt of her sword, but it wasn’t on her side. She looked around frantically, but somehow there wasn’t a weapon in sight. “How did you get in my camp?” “You know the answer to that.” He replied simply as he stepped forward and gripped the armor, lifting it easily, almost tearing it from her body. She froze in place as the half-orc moved so close and her heart beat furiously as she felt him remove the leather and free her breasts, which bounced about, untamable. A shiver went through her as she felt her nipples slide against his muscular chest, breaking the paralysis that had suddenly afflicted her. “You’re not really here…this is a dream, just like all the others.” Her deep brown eyes flashed with understanding. “You’re doing this! You’ve been influencing my dreams this whole time!” “Guilty as charged!” Augras said with a grin. “Pervert! You’re just as bad as the rest of your depraved family! What kind of sick mind would conjure up a kraken that-” Amelie’s words faltered, and she was unable to bring herself to speak them aloud. “Not mine!” Augras proclaimed with a mischievous grin. “I didn’t send you any specific dreams. In fact, I’ve been desperately wondering just what you’ve been dreaming about. I never would have guessed Kraken! I’m afraid that dirty little fantasy was plucked from your own mind, Amelie.” The Queen of Thesta flushed in shame. That can’t be right, he’s lying! I could never have come up with something like that! But doubt gnawed at her, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he was right. After all, she was fully conscious when she made the decision to fuck the orc prisoner. Perhaps, inside, she truly was as degenerate at the Zentarans. “I can’t control my dreams any more than you can!” She declared, before sagging slightly and slumping forward. “What do you want then? You must have some reason for contacting me.” “I thought it was time we talked. As the leaders of the two opposing sides of this war, we should have a venue for discussing terms and so forth.” “I am the Queen of Thesta, you are the Crown Prince of Deznessuian at best. Are you even still the heir apparent or has your father formally disinherited you?” Augras ignored the barb and continued to smile serenely at the Queen. “My father isn’t particularly relevant. My power is my own, and I don’t need any crown or nation to form its foundation.” His pleasant smile twisted into an amused grin. “Though when I’m wearing the crown of Thesta at the end of this war I’m sure it will help establish my dominion over the rest of the Western Kingdoms.” “Hah!” Amelie snorted. “Already plotting to turn against your uncles and grandmother? I suppose it’s reassuring that if you manage to prevail in this war you’ll be immediately plunging the orcs into a civil one.” “Oh I don’t think it will come to that, Amelie. Grandmother is getting old, and between you and me she is no longer at her best. As for my uncles, well, Belkor is nothing, and by the time this war is over I’ll have quite eclipsed Grotok in the eyes of our people.” Augras chuckled softly at Amelie’s look of disbelief. “Don’t worry, I won’t hold your doubt against you. I’m a newcomer, and a young man to boot whereas you’ve known Grotok for decades. I understand, I do. Still, it will be fun seeing you eat your words.” “You’re sure of yourself, I’ll give you that.” Amelie considered the young man standing before her. That they were having this conversation at all was enough to give her pause, as his magical ability was nothing to be sneered at. Still, fantastic supernatural ability alone didn’t make someone a general or a ruler. “I have to be. You may not believe it Amelie, but we probably agree more than we disagree. The status quo is untenable, but that has been true since my grandmother was first engage to the Duke of Braden all those years ago. I’ll be the first to admit that her rule and guidance has not always been the most productive, that the orcs’ baser instincts have had a destabilizing influence.” Augras paced back and forth as he spoke. “However, it’s also been an era of immense prosperity.” “That prosperity could have continued for everyone if Jeanette’s ambition led to her casting her gaze on the Catabrian Tribes. It is clear that she will not stop until her children reign on every throne. Her reign has brought more war than any since Andarrion the Thrice-Damned!” Augras smiled at that, his pointed teeth flashing. “I know my histories, Amelie. Don’t pretend that you weren’t eager to fight Heste. You wanted to prove yourself and win glory. If anything, that makes you worse than my grandmother. She at least waged war for her family, you did it for yourself.” The half-orc held up his hands to placate her objection. “I mean no offense; I truly do not wish to quarrel with you. Clearly my grandmother’s ambition has over reached itself. She should never have sacrificed her alliance with you simply to let Agmar rule over the Catabrians.” “Yet here we are. I blame myself for not seeing Jeanette for what she was initially. If I had I would have left her to her own devices!” For the first time in years she thought of Katerei, and wished the warrior woman who trained her was here with her now. “It can be interesting to wonder how things might have been, but there’s nothing we can do to change what was. Had things been different I may never have left home and found my destiny. If my father were a better husband to my mother, if Grotok were a better brother to him, if my Grandmother-…well, it always comes back to her, doesn’t it?” Something dark crossed his expression. “What did she do to you?” Amelie asked, curious at the change that came over him. Besides, the general in her sensed a potential weakness she could exploit, a crack in her enemy that could be used to cleave them apart. Augras stared at her a moment before responding. “It wasn’t pleasant in Deznessuian when I left. My father is a cruel man, to both my me and my mother. I left home when he-well, it doesn’t really matter. I decided to strike out on my own. I will admit, I was feeling low. Alone and bereft. That’s when I met Bernadette.” The orc prince smiled tightly. “She was beautiful, fun, vivacious. She made everything light, which was a welcome change in my life. I loved her.” He took a deep breath. “But it was a lie. Bernadette was a spy, one of the Queen’s Shadow meant to keep an eye on me. None of it was real.” Is there nothing Jeanette won’t do, Amelie wondered, to play with her grandson so. She must have known how things were for him. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Augras. Families aren’t always what they’re supposed to be. I loved my father, but he preferred my brothers, and their deaths-” He looked sharply at her, “We have a chance to do things better, Amelie.” He walked over to her and clasped her arms, a smile forming on his lips. “I will be King of Thesta, but you could be my Queen. I’m not going to change sides; I already have my own agenda and will cleave to it. But we could work together, to build a better, more united world than the one we live in.” Is he serious? Does he truly think I’ll agree to be his Queen? Yet even as her mind rejected the idea her body responded to it. She flushed as she remembered the way her nipples slid along his body. This is just a dream! She screamed in her mind as she felt her knees wobble. Seeing Augras smirk knowingly only made the attraction worse. Perversely, the leer in his eyes turned her on and she felt herself start to grow damp between her legs. “Shhh” Augras said as he placed his finger on her lips, “you don’t have to say anything.” The prince’s lips parted and he began to breathe heavier as he slid his finger into Amelie’s mouth. “I know you’re not ready. Just let nature take its course.”