Triumph Ch 17

“I’m not going to lie to you.  I never have before, and I am not going to start now.  We’ve fought too long, too hard” Amelie ignored Pierre’s smirk as she looked over her army, “together to do that.  You’ve done more than I could ever have expected of you.  So I won’t lie to you: we cannot defeat their army,   the war cannot be won, and I’m sorry to tell you that.  We tried our hardest, and we’ve never lost a battle, but the sorcerer’s magic could not be overcome.”

Amelie took a deep breath and suppressed the wince of pain she felt as her enlarged bust was pinched by her now too tight armor.  “Ordinarily I would never send you into the jaws of death.  You know me, you know that I am not one for suicidal last stands or doomed charges and I would never ask you to throw your lives away for nothing.”

All eyes were locked on her, bringing a blush to her cheeks from the attention.  A shudder ran down her spine and she instinctively clenched her thighs around her horse from the jolt of pleasure that buzzed between her legs.  “We cannot win the war, but it is still possible not to lose it.”  Amelie’s fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword, seeking reassurance from the power of the blade as her other hand pointed to Orlous.  “My daughter is there.  Your families are there.  The future of our Kingdom is there, and it can still be saved.”

“The walls are stronger than ever, the larders are well stocked, and the garrison is more than sufficient to hold the city.  The orcs have no siege equipment, they had to leave it behind when crossing through the shattered Pass.  They don’t have the engineers to make more, because they think they don’t need them.  They think they have something better.”

The energy of the crowd washed over her, a mixture of despair, but also of rising hope.  Her eyes scanned the crowd, seeming to make contact with every soldier in the ranks.  “A sorcerer.  It is their greatest strength, but also the greatest point of failure.  All their hopes rest on a single person, and that is a vulnerability we can exploit.”

“You are the greatest fighting force in the Western Kingdoms.  No one is better trained, no one is better equipped, and no one has more combat experience.  No one else could do what I am going to ask of you, but you can: we’re going to kill him.  Fifteen hundred elite warriors all seeking the death of one man.  Prince Augras.  He is the only objective.  There is no other mission.  We will form a wedge and slam into their ranks, cutting through every orc we see until someone, anyone, sees the sorcerer and we kill him.”

Excitement swelled in her breast and the pitch in her voice grew higher.  “Together we can do it.  It might take all of our lives, but we can do it.  And in doing it, we will save the city, the kingdom, and all our families.  With Augras dead, they cannot bring the walls down.  They will have to settle in for a multi-year siege without their sorcerer to feed them, or negotiate.”

Amelie thought of the day her daughter was born and brought forth the brightest smile she could manage.  “You know the Princess: if anyone can treat with them it is her.  She will bargain a reasonable peace that will keep our families safe.  Princess Anne will do her part as long as we do ours.  Kill the sorcerer, and if you see him, kill that Abyss damned King too!”  Amelie drew her sword and spurred her horse forward, riding through the ranks towards the orcs.  “If we must die, let us take as many orcs with us as we can, and make all of Zentara curse the memory of the Falcon Guard!”

****

“What could she be thinking?”  Grotok asked.  “Noble suicide?  She cannot defeat our army.”

“No, she can’t.”  Augras stared across the battlefield as the Falcon Guard formed into a wedge and charged straight towards them.  “But I won’t complain if my prey wanders willingly into my trap.”  A sly grin spread over Augras’ face as he glanced towards Grotok.

The orc king grimaced at Augras’ words.  He turned towards his squire and gave the order to have the army fan out on both sides to envelop the much smaller force to encircle them completely and cut off any retreat.  “Be on the lookout, this is Queen Amelie we’re speaking of.  There must be a trick or stratagem here somewhere…I just can’t see it.”

“There is no trick” Marishka stated as she watched the Thestan charge unfold.

“There is a stratagem though” Augras added.  “I don’t fault you for missing it though, uncle.  It will gall you enough when you hear what it is.”

Grotok ground his teeth as he glared at Augras.  The notion that his young nephew saw something of war and strategy that he missed was infuriating.  “Which is why it will no doubt give you great pleasure to inform me of it.”

“We’ve gotten to know each other so well these months, Your Highness.”

“I’d wager I know you better than your father does, nephew” Grotok sneered back, “but thankfully not as well as you know your mother.”

Now it was Augras’ turn to flinch, but he otherwise ignored the insult.  “She is coming for me.”

“For you?” Grotok said incredulously.

“Of course.” Marishka observed.  “The child of three races is the key to orc dominion over these lands.”

Grotok started to laugh.  “I knew you suffered from delusions of grandeur nephew, but I didn’t believe it had exploded into such Abyssal vanity.”

“It’s not vanity, Your Highness, but simple truth.  Amelie cannot defeat us, and she knows it.  But I think you will agree that Amelie could kill me, and if I fall, you lose your ability to destroy the walls of Orlous.”  Augras smiled again as he saw recognition dawn in his uncle’s eyes.  “You see it now.  She’s coming to kill me thinking it will save her daughter and her kingdom.”

“That makes sense” Grotok admitted grudgingly, “You were right, it does gall me to hear it.  So what, no magic trick to strike them down?”

Augras burst into laughter at that.  “There is no time for that.  This battle will be settled by arms.”  The Prince’s laughter died down.  “You are not such a bad sort, uncle.  We do not need to oppose each other due to your dislike for my father.  Leave Queen Amelie and Thesta to me and I shall leave Queen Jeanette and Zentara to you.”

“Queen Amelie deserves better than you, nephew, and your presumption to Thesta is an insult.  Be content with your father’s crown, I’m sure it will be yours in time.  Leave Thesta and Sandora to your elders.”

“Would you ask the future to give way to the past?  The old make way for the new” Marishka interjected, “It is thus everywhere.”

“She is coming for me, not you.  It is under my power she will fall.”

“Then I must go to her.”  Grotok placed his helm atop his chain coif.  “Stay here, nephew, and keep yourself safe.  Amelie is right, our ability to take Orlous is much too valuable to risk in battle.”  The orc king climbed atop his horse and accepted his sword and shield from a squire.  “To me!  It is time to bring this war to an end.  I shall defeat Queen Amelie, in the field and in single combat.  To me!”

Grotok and his honor guard departed, leaving Augras atop the hill with Marishka.  Augras watched the small force join ranks with the center of their army, and then begin marching towards the Thestans.  He continued watching as the two ranks closed, and as they finally began to near he turned to Marishka.  “Let us get the centaurs.  I have no intention of sitting this battle out.”

****

Amelie stood up straight on the stirrups as the galloping horse led the wedge of Thestans closer to the Zentaran line.  She reached over her should to grab a javelin and readied it to throw.  She only had two left, which was more than most in her army had.  Supplies had begun to run low after months in the field without resupply. 

If only we had a little more, she thought with a grimace, we’re going to need every last one to open a hole in their ranks.  Behind her the rest of the Falcon Guard rose on their stirrups like a wave as they each prepared to throw.  It would take precise timing, but these were the elite of Thesta, handpicked and trained personally by her.  We can do it.

It was time to make her father proud, and to do justice to the proud memories of her brothers.  Amelie scanned a few rows back from the front looking for a sergeant or officer.  When she spotted a large orc wearing gleaming chain armor shouting to the men she launched her javelin.  The missile flew through the air, soon joined by the rest of her army’s javelins.  Long hours of training in formation allowed them to throw with varying strengths but all timed to land near simultaneously. 

Amelie’s javelin punched through the orc’s cheekbone just below his eye and ruptured his brain.  He collapsed in a heap along with the first few rows of the center of their rank.  She grabbed the second javelin and launched again.  This time the flight lighter, the torrent becoming a light drizzle on the orcs.  Amelie glanced past the orc army before her to a large grouping of centaurs.  In the midst of the half-horse half-mincentti was Augras, towering above them atop his courser.

There he is!  She returned her gaze to the thinned ranks of orcs before her and scowled.  There was still a huge mass between them, and in her periphery she could see the wings of the orc army moving to her flanks.  Speed and strength, one last charge.  It will have to be enough!

She drew the iron sword and braced herself in the saddle as her horse crashed into the orcs whose line was reeling in disarray.  The dark blade slashed through the neck of the first orc to try and come at her from the side sending a spray of blood onto the orc beside him.  More horses slammed over the orcs, riding them down and pushing through the army like a spear stabbing through flesh.

The orc armor proved almost useless against her magic sword, which cut through both chain and leather with ease.  Amelie continued to hack from side to side delivering devastating blows to all who opposed her.  One orc managed to jab her leg with his spear, but the tip merely gouged along the leather greave on her leg as it got deflected away.

A slash through the top of his head answered that effrontery, but with the orcs beginning to recover from the initial shock she knew it was time to withdraw.  “Pull back!”  She shouted, and a moment later the call was made on the trumpet.  As one, the mounts of the Falcon Guard began to walk backwards, breaking contact and creating distance with the smashed infantry formation.

Amelie scanned the battlefield again.  The center of their lines were thinned, but not broken and the wings were drawing closer.  Worse still were the rows of archers forming behind the battle, preparing to counter their attacks with their own missiles.  “We only have time for one more charge” she realized.  Ordinarily they would charge and retreat, charge and retreat as many times as it took to break their ranks.  Now, if they couldn’t break through on the second charge, it would become a bloody infantry battle.

Her men readied their spears and lances as she raised her sword again.  “Falcon Guard!  Charge!”

****

Augras kept a lazy pace as he rode towards the battle, conserving his strength and stamina for Amelie.  Plus, his position allowed him to see the battle as it was taking shape.  Off to the right, Grotok was circling the battle, looking for a way through the battle lines to try and find Amelie.  He still thinks he can deprive me of my prize, but I won’t be denied in this.

Further on, the right wing of the army was moving in position to flank the Thestans and cut off their retreat.  The wedge of mailed knights looked small in comparison to the mass of orcs trying to envelop them.  It really is hopeless for them; not a bad way to fight my first major battle.  Augras had been in skirmishes before of course, but the ‘battle’ with the Sandorans was really more of a slaughter.  They were far too weak from disease to put up much resistance.

The Thestans were fighting like demons from the Abyss.  It seemed like three orcs died for every human, and that wasn’t counting the devastating javelin attack.  Not enough, though, not enough by far.  The Falcon Guard were inflicting a harsh wound on the army, but in a battle of attrition the side with greater numbers would win.  It was only a matter of time before the Thestans were ground into dust.  I just have to find Amelie before that happens.

He looked for an opening, but there weren’t any logical spots appearing.  To the left, the orc ranks were beginning to thin and a pocket of humans might breakthrough, but Amelie wasn’t close enough to exploit that and break free of the battle.  Besides, it’s too early.  Instead, Augras turned to the nearest centaur and pointed at the group of Falcon Guard about to break free.  “Get ready, we’re going to intercept them when they push through our lines.”

Augras led the centaurs towards the thinning part of the line.  “Slings at the ready!”  Moments later a small cluster of Thestans broke through and Augras gave the order to fire.  A barrage of lead bullets fell upon them, shattering horse and human alike.  The dense projectiles smashed through chain and leather to smash bones and destroy flesh.  The Thestans crumpled under the attack, and when it was finished only one human remained, clutching the ruined remnants of a shield behind a dying horse.

Augras kicked his courser and began galloping forward.  The Thestan remained behind his horse, using it as makeshift cover to prevent being ridden down, while clutching his spear tightly to attack Augras’ horse if he tried to jump over it.  Seeing the problem, Augras did neither and instead turned his mount to ride alongside the wounded horse.  He used his own spear to jab down, thrusting the bladed tip at the human.

The enemy soldier parried it with his own, but when he tried to counter Augras maneuvered his horse to the side to dodge.  He thrust again and scraped the spear along the Thestan’s metal helm, making his head snap back and ring but not otherwise damaging him.

The Thestan reeled back, but fought through the shock to attempt another strike.  Before he could follow through Augras reared his horse and brought a hoof down on the human’s face, crushing his nose and jaw and sending him flying into the dirt.  Blood splattered everywhere, but yet the Thestan lived.  Breathing raggedly through the remnants of his shattered face, he tried to pick himself up but was quickly pinned back down again as Augras jammed a spear through his neck.

After dispatching the human, Augras looked around the battlefield.  The center of the orcs’ line was thinning with Amelie leading the charge, ready to cut through at any moment.  As he turned to ride the new burgeoning gap, he saw Grotok had seen the same thing and had wheeled back around to intercept.

Perfect.

****

Sharp pain lanced through her body as Amelie clutched her side, holding it tight to support her ribs as she reeled and recovered from the blow.  Blood dripped down her blade from the orc whose hammer had struck her, and from all the others she had cut down that day.  Amelie had long since lost count during the chaotic melee that the battle had become.  There was a time I knew all their faces, she thought, but now all their faces are one.  With a groan she released her side and lifted her sword again.

Screams and clashing weapons drowned out her discomfort as men and orc died all around her.  It was becoming difficult to talk over the bodies of the fallen, but still she marched forward, having lost her horse sometime in the fight.  Amelie could see the open field beyond the last orcs of the Zentaran center.  Only a few more to go and they would break through!  Amelie winced in pain again but channeled it into a primal warcry as she sprinted towards the nearest orc.

The first orc challenged her with a spear.  Amelie checked it with her shield, then spun at her hips to slash her sword in a downward arc that severed the orc’s jaw just below his tusk.  Quick as lightning she swung the sword backhand to keep the next orc from flanking her.  Magical strength surged through her as she slammed the shield into the orc and sent him flying back to knock over two more enemy soldiers.

Three orcs approached, but she was joined by two of her own men.  Amelie blocked the orc’s sword with her shield, and then chopped down with her own blade.  The orc raised his shield to deflect, but the magical iron cut through the wood, splitting it in half and continued cutting until it severed the orc’s hand from halfway up the forearm.  As he stumbled back screaming the soldier on her right silenced him with a thrust of his own.  Pierre gave her an impudent smile as he pulled his blade back, before the soldier on her left killed an orc who tried to attack his extended compatriot.

The last orc swung his axe, embedding the blade in Pierre’s head.  Guilty exultation washed through her as Pierre died, but she quickly pushed it away as the orc pulled it from his head and swung it at her.  As she leaned back to avoid the blade it glanced off her helm and nicked her cheek.  As a small trickle of blood dripped down her cheek the orc was dispatched by the other soldier.  Behind her, the mass of men pushed her forward as her forces squared off upon being encircled.  “We’re almost there!  Just a little but more!” 

Augras was just before her, moving to join the battle.  All she had to do was break through the last line of orcs and she could take on the sorcerer herself.  But as Amelie and the Falcon Guard surged towards the half-orc another force galloped up to the line to cut them off.

“Amelie!” Shouted Grotok.  “It’s been a long war and you’ve fought well, but it’s over.  Surrender now and we can still save some of your men!”

“Grotok!”  Amelie’s muscles burned, and even enhanced by the magic of the sword she was beginning to tire, but the sight of the orc reinvigorated her.  “I knew you would be here somewhere, foolish as it is.  You can’t resist fighting alongside your troops!”

“As foolish as you, it seems.”  Grotok swung his leg over and dismounted the horse, then drew his sword and readied his shield. 

“If I can kill you and that Abyss damned sorcerer my daughter might still be able to salvage something of this mess!”  Amelie began advancing towards Grotok. 

“I didn’t think you would surrender, but I wanted to give you the chance.  Perhaps it is better this way; better dead than what Augras has planned for you.”  Grotok’s large frame tensed as he tightened his grip on the sword and brace the shield against his arm.

His words enraged her.  How much does he know?  But before she could spend too long ruminating on it the row of orcs parted allowing their king through and the battle was joined.  Amelie was tired and Grotok was fresh.  He was bigger and had greater reach.  She was wounded and he was in perfect health.  But she had no choice, she had to fight.

Although the battle still raged, around those two it grew still as man and orc alike paused to watch their greatest champions fight.  Grotok struck first with a probing thrust that Amelie blocked with her shield.  He followed up by bashing her shield with his, but with her increased strength she held her ground.

Amelie prepared to try a thrust of her own, but Grotok slashed his sword through the air to keep her at bay.  Both combatants circled each other warily, looking for an opening.  Amelie tried again, but Grotok’s greater reach gave him an advantage and she couldn’t slip inside his guard.

“It didn’t have to come to this” Grotok said as he advanced, thrusting his sword and jabbing with the shield as he tried to overbear her.  “If you had let Agmar have the Catabrians you’d still be your own woman, and not whatever Augras has turned you into.”

 Instead of retreating she held her ground, and even began pushing back.  “It doesn’t matter what I am, I’ve accepted that I’m going to die today.  All that matters is taking you and him with me!”  Her shield slammed into his with all her magical strength, pushing the orc king backwards and digging a furrow in the soft earth.

Grotok grunted in surprise at just how strong she was.  He slashed his sword to try and create distance again, forcing Amelie to release the pressure off his shield as she moved aside to dodge the blow.  She countered by chopping at his own shield to split it in two but Grotok leapt back out of the way instead.

Hot sweat dripped down the back of her neck inside the chain coif, soaking her hair and matting it to her body.  Amelie’s ribs still burned from the earlier hammer blow, and it seemed as if each movement threatened to make her muscles spasm and lock up.  She fought through it though, and resumed her advance on Grotok.

The clash of sword and shield rang out around them as the bashed and battered one another, hammering each other’s defense searching for a weakness to exploit.  A minute passed, and then two before both were forced to break contact to catch their breath. 

Grotok’s chest heaved and sweat poured down his forehead from the exertion of trying to match Amelie’s magically infused strength and avoiding her blade’s devastating power.  His shield was nicked and gouged in a dozen places, and even his sword was beginning to show the strain of clashing with Amelie’s shield.  Looking over Amelie, he noted her own tiredness, and the way she seemed to be favoring one side.

“Not this time, Amelie.  It’s over.  The Western Kingdoms will pass over to our hands.  If I can, I’ll protect your daughter.  Perhaps I’ll even marry her myself: I need a Queen and it would be better than giving her to Augras.”  Summoning the last reserves of his strength he charged forward again, darting from side to side before finally approaching her from her weak one.  He struck, quickly and relentlessly battering her shield and forcing her to rely on strength to ward off his blows, strength that sapped her already strained muscles.

Amelie faltered under the barrage and nearly lost her footing but still managed to counter with a low blow towards Grotok’s leg.  He stepped back to avoid it, but a moment too slow, allowing the tip of the blade to cut through the armor protecting his shin.  The cut wasn’t deep enough to draw blood, but it gave Amelie the opening she needed to follow up with another slash.

Grotok brought his shield around to block, but in his haste it wasn’t angled to deflect and instead collided the blade full on.  The magical edge of Amelie’s iron sword sliced through Grotok’s shield, severing the bottom third.  He countered with an attack of his own, chopping down with the blade.  When Amelie stepped to the side he followed and turned the blade for a quick slash, cutting Amelie’s unprotected calf.

The warrior queen ignored the pain and the blood seeping into her boot and thrust her sword, aiming low again.  This time the point of her blade connected right at the juncture of Grotok’s hips and thigh, pushing into the muscle and drawing blood.  She twisted the blade and withdrew, then slammed her shield forward again.

Grotok blocked it, but the impact was enough to knock him onto the ground.  An excited murmur erupted from the crowd of spectators watching the duel.  For a moment it seemed as if the battle would resume when an orc leaned forward, about to lunge to assist his king before a countering movement from the Thestan side gave him pause.

But then the fight resumed, with Amelie pressing the attack, now enjoying the advantage of height as her pressure prevented Grotok from rising off the ground.  She began to hack the shield apart, tearing away greater and greater splinters.  It dissembled before their eyes, and as Grotok scooted back leaving a trail of blood he knew he had to act soon.

With a burst of movement, he threw the shambles of his shield at Amelie and followed through with a thrust of his sword aimed directly for the space just below the Queen’s cuirass.  His blade was deflected at the last moment by Amelie’s, severing the tip though the edge still managed to catch her thigh and open another wound.

Amelie slashed downward, opening a long gash in Grotok’s armor as she cut to the bone.  By instinct she continued with a thrust, pushing the tip of the iron blade into the newly made gap in his armor and plunged it deep into his body.

Grotok gurgled weakly as his head tilted back and he fell back to the earth.  His sword fell from his hand as he raised it, beckoning Amelie closer.  “You should have let me win” he whispered as blood dribbled down his lip, “now the boy will have you.”

“Never” Amelie said to herself as Grotok died.  “That’s one down, one left.”

“Well done, Amelie, well done” Augras said from atop his horse, looking pleased.  “You defeated my uncle; you truly are the best warrior in the Western Kingdoms.”

Amelie withdrew her sword from Grotok’s chest with a sickening slurp as she rose on shaking legs to face the sorcerer.  “Just who I was hoping to see.”  Despite herself, a shudder of desire rippled through her body as she locked eyes with Augras.

“A meeting you’ve been dreaming of, I know.”  Augras laughed as he watched Amelie stiffen.  He dismounted from his horse almost lazily as the battle that had been raging around them came to an end.  The last of her Falcon Guard were being put in chains or killed as they were swallowed up by their enemy’s greater numbers.  “You really are the finest warrior…at least, you were until I defeated you.”

“You think I can’t defeat you, even injured as I am?”  Amelie gritted her teeth as she steeled herself for the next fight, the last fight.  Just a few more minutes.  One more kill and then it’s over.  Blood poured from the cuts on her legs and face, and she knew that soon blood loss would claim her if exhaustion didn’t.

“Of course you can.  That’s what is going to make my victory all the more glorious.”  Augras drew his blade and readied his shield.  “After you’re beaten, I’m going to have you fucked in front of what’s left of your army,” Augras laughed again as he watched Amelie shudder, “just like you always wanted.”

Amelie lunged with her sword, not from anger but with deliberate precision to try and end the fight.  Augras deflected the thrust and followed up with an attack of his own, which she dodged.  She countered with a downward slash, which the half-orc blocked.  Augras thrust his sword, but Amelie parried it aside, creating a gab in Augras’ guard. 

Summoning all her magical strength she thrust it towards Augras’ stomach.  The blade narrowly missed the large half-orc and clipped the side of his chain mail.  I missed?  I haven’t missed since I was a squire!  Amelie’s heart began beating faster as worry and anxiety started to nibble away at her.  So close, I could have just ended this, and saved my daughter, and I missed!

Augras punched forward with a mailed fist, which Amelie easily blocked with her shield.  She slammed her own shield forward in answer, but Augras blocked and absorbed the blow with his own shield, barely moving backwards from the force of the strike.  How strong can he be?  What horrible magic did he work to make himself into this monster?

“What do you think, should I have your own men fuck you or the orcs?”  Augras grinned wider as the clash continued.  “Or maybe give you to the centaurs?  Which would you like most?”  He swung at her, then jabbed with his shield again before bursting out in laughter.  “Or why not both?”

“Monster!  Just die!”  Amelie slammed his shield down and to the side to expose his forearm and raised her sword to chop it off at the elbow but something made her hesitate, something held her back from delivering the savage strike.

Augras recovered a moment later and smacked Amelie’s ass with the flat of his blade, making the surrounding orcs laugh.  “Maybe just the orcs to start with.  I’ll have them fuck you, one after the other, so you can show what few men you have left how hard you cum for orc cock.”  He struck with the shield again, and then slapped the flat of his blade against her forearm.

Amelie winced as it went numb and dropped her shield, but she followed up with another thrust at Augras, attacking from his now vulnerable side.  The tip of the sword cut through hair, and rode along the back of Augras’ armor, missing him again.  What’s happening Amelie thought with despair.

“You can’t hurt me,” Augras said as if answering her question, “do you really think I’d put a blade like that in the hands of someone who could harm me?  I’ve been conditioning you for months; crafting you into the perfect servant for me.”

“What?”  Amelie froze again, stunned by the admission.

“Come on now Amelie, think.  I return to these lands wielding magic no one has ever seen, and then all of a sudden in your time of need to find an ancient magic blade with the power to defeat me?”  Augras laughed again and resumed the attack, forcing the Queen onto the defense as he hacked away from her.

“You would have seen it, I’m sure, if I wasn’t plaguing your dreams, giving you something else to worry about and giving you a desperate need for salvation.”  Augras finally knocked the magic blade from Amelie’s hands and then slammed her chest with his shield, sending her flying back onto the earth.

As she lost the sword all the strength drained from her, and all hope.  Of course, of course was all she could tell herself as she lay broken in the dirt, Augras towering over her.  The half-orc wasted no time in in stripping off her chain shirt, then cut the straps of her cuirass and tore it off her, discarding it in the mud.

“It’s over Amelie, or rather, it’s just beginning.  All your life you’ve repressed the things you wanted, needed, so you could be the perfect Princess and Queen.  Now it’s time to let that go and give your body what it needs.”

Amelie could feel thousands of eyes on her as her armor was stripped away.  She could feel them looking at her large chest, which pushed out her tunic to the breaking point.  Her nipples pressed against the fabric, drawing the gaze of every orc and human watching the perverse scene with rapt attention.  A fire began to blaze between her legs as her the last vestiges of her self-control melted away.

“Ah…”  Amelie panted softly, writhing on the ground as she felt Augras’ body atop hers.  By the Abyss, I do want him.  I know he can give me what I’ve been craving for so long. 

“Do it” Augras commanded as he started down into Amelie’s eyes while his fingers started to unlace her britches.

Pushing all thought and doubt aside Amelie grabbed her shirt and lifted it over her head, exposing her enhanced tits to the gathered armies.  A murmur spread through the ranks of orcs and humans as they watched the Queen of Thesta willingly expose her breasts to them.  Amelie quivered in excitement as she felt their gaze and soaked her panties as lust blazed through her. 

“Good girl” Augras panted huskily as he ripped her pants down, peeling them off her long, toned legs until they tangled beneath her, caught on her boots.  Next he ran his strong hands up her legs, briefly groping her ass before sliding one to her breast while the other went down her legs again.  Augras squeezed the tit, dimpling the flesh beneath his fingers as he lifted her legs up, exposing her ass and slit.

“Yes, please, give it to me” She said, hardly recognizing her throaty voice.  A thousand dreams and fantasies flashed through her mind as she rolled beneath Augras in the mud.  All the times she was fucked in front of her army, fucked by Augras, fucked by monsters, they were all coming true.

“Always” Augras purred as he squeezed her nipple, giving it a slight twist, “forever.”  The sorcerer angled his cock downward and lined it up with Amelie’s royal pussy and dropped his weight, pushing it inside her.  He grinned in feral satisfaction as he felt Amelie quiver and climax on his dick.

He released her breast and stroked her jaw, and then turned her face to push the side of it into the mud as he started drilling down into her.  Amelie moaned loudly and thrust her hips upward into Augras’ dick, pumping upward into his cock as she rode his dick in front of thousands.  “Oh!  By the Abyss!  It’s so good!”  Amelie climaxed again as her deepest urge was satisfied.

“Hah!  A slut for orc cock just like all human women!”

“Not so haughty now!”

“So much for the Princess-Knight!  I guess all she really needed was some dick!”

The words pierced her deeper than any arrow or blade ever could, each one slamming into her and making her convulse in pleasure.  The guttural orc voices rattled in her head, echoing in her own mind as she heard them again and again.

Amelie didn’t block them out, she reveled in them.  The dark Abyssal magic that twisted her mind and unleashed the darkest of desires made her crave the abuse, the rejection, the humiliation.  She climaxed again, squeezing Augras’ thick cock tightly with the walls of her pussy as her body milked it hungrily.  “Yes!  Yes!  YES!”

It was everything she had been imagining it was.  A satisfaction and fulfillment she had never known swept through her, consuming her entirely as her mind and body exploded in an endless wave of orgasms.  Amelie wrapped her arms around Augras’ broad shoulders, embracing him tightly as she threw herself onto the wave of lust.

The world went dark, and when light returned she had no idea how much time had passed.  The first thing she saw was a thick cock bouncing before her.  The sight of it filled her with happiness, and moments later when its seed spilled down on her face an aftershock of pleasure rippled through her.

Augras jerked himself off over her face, staining half with cum while the other was caked in mud and dirt.  As he finished his climax he looked down at Amelie who lay naked beneath him and was positively glowing in the aftermath of her orgasms.  Almost done, he thought, my destiny is almost fulfilled.

He scooped up her weak, wobbly body and watched the cum dribble down her face.  Augras carried her naked, near unconscious form to the nearest captured Thesta and thrust her into his arms.  Then he turned to the closest orc and grinned.  “Your turn boys.  Everyone gets a turn!  Let’s show the Falcon Guard how big a whore their commander really is!”

Amelie rubbed her breasts and looked up into Francois’ disgusted face as she thrust her hips backwards and spread her legs, opening up her gaping pussy for whichever orc decided to take her next.  It wasn’t long before she was rewarded with a thick, ribbed cock pushing deep inside her.  Strong hands lifted her leg, stretching it high up into the air to better open her body for the penetration.  She continued to look into the human’s face, melting beneath the look of disgust as she came again.

She never saw the face of the orc slamming his cock into her and she didn’t care.  Amelie liked it better this way in fact.  “Ah!  Yes!  Mmm!”  She moaned whorishly while looking into Francois’ eyes, bucking and jerking her hips around the thick cock until it finally spewed its load inside her.

A moment later strong hands gripped Amelie’s thigh and lifted her leg, stretching it up so her foot raised above her head.  Seconds later the new orc’s cock slipped inside her hole which was already lubed with the first orc’s cum.  The cork-screwed shaft began ramming in and out of her, immediately starting at full strength and full speed.

The sharp impact of the long rod slamming into her cervix made Amelie’s large tits slap against Francois’ chest.  Her grip tightened around his shoulders as she braced herself, using his body to push back into the hard dick.  Amelie’s taut muscles, trained and sculpted for war flexed as she contorted her body into an instrument of sex and pleasure.

“That’s it!  Fuck me!  Don’t stop, never stop!”

This time they came together, Amelie and a faceless orc, locked together in ecstasy.  Another load shot inside her, flooding her womb with thick cum.  A shiver went up her spine as the cock pulled out leaving her warm insides gaping and exposed.  A moment later she was ripped from Francois’ arms and thrown to the ground.  Another shaft plunged into her ass, slamming deep inside while another orc stepped in front of her and pushed his cock between her lips.

Amelie squeezed it tightly in her mouth and started to suck, but her efforts were quickly rendered moot as the orc grabbed her head and slammed his shaft into her throat.  The orc began to roughly fuck her face as the other one reamed her from behind.  It wasn’t long before they too climaxed, adding to the growing pools of semen inside her.

The cocks began coming quicker, one after the other, using any hole they could find as her mind once again went blank beneath an all-consuming wave of lust.

When reason finally returned she was lying naked on a table with cum oozing out of her gaping ass and pussy.  It was caked onto her skin, and her whole body was stiff and sore.  Long slender fingers seemed to be caressing her flesh, but there was something off about them.  When Amelie opened her eyes she saw why and recoiled.

A dark skinned creature, tall and gaunt, loomed over her.  When it saw her expression a crooked smile formed on the thing’s face.  “You look more a fright to me, Princess Knight.”

“I…I am Queen Amelie, of Thesta.”

“That might be your title, but Princess Knight is who you are.”

“You’re Prince Augras’ creature, the one who came back with him.”  Amelie tried to scoot away, but the monstrous woman held her down with surprising strength.  Or perhaps I’m still so weak she thought despondently.

“My name is Marishka, and I taught him about our magic.”  Marishka placed a finger on Amelie’s lips.  “And no, this is not all my fault.  Fate will unfold as planned, it always will.  Now lay back and rest.  For all the distress our magic has caused you now let it balm your wounds.”

A shudder ran down Amelie’s spine as she felt Marishka rub a cool poultice against the cut on her leg.  Her fingers massaged it into the cut, but despite the pressure on the open wound she didn’t feel any pain.  Instead a soothing warmth spread through her body.

“It will fully heal in a few days” Augras’ deep voice told her, “but it won’t bring back your dead.  That is beyond even my power.”

How did he know what I was thinking?  Can he read my mind when I’m awake now too?  She tried to banish her thoughts of jumping up from the cot to strike at him.  If he could read her mind, Amelie didn’t want him to see it coming.

“It’s been a long road, Amelie, but it has led us here.  You are defeated.  You fought valiantly, better than anyone else could, but your loss was inevitable.”

“Not before I slaughtered your centaurs, and bled your army dry.  Not before I managed to kill Grotok.”  Amelie spat bitterly.

“Thank you for that, by the way.  My uncle was becoming quite troublesome.  With him out of the way the victory is mine alone.  I alone shall receive the credit for winning this war and bringing you to heel.”  A smug smile spread across his face as he looked down at her.

“You want me to believe you’re happy he’s dead?”

“Why wouldn’t he be happy? Marishka asked, “it all occurred precisely as he desired.”

“What?” Amelie asked, fear clenching around her heart and squeezing away the last of her resistance.

“My plan, Amelie, it was all a part of my plan.  All of it was, your dreams, the sword, the battle, Grotok’s death.  You’ve been dancing to my tune all along.  That is why your loss was inevitable.”

****

The dark grey sky loomed over her, concealing the sun behind a thick cloud cover as it set beyond Orlous.  A shiver ran down Amelie’s spine from the electric charge in the air, as if a storm was about to break.  In a way, it is she thought gloomily.  The orc army was spreading out before the city, getting ready to storm it once Augras brought the walls down.  Amelie returned to the tent where she was being held with resignation.

And then it will be all over for my poor Anne.  Amelie fought back the tears welling in the corners of her eyes.  I fought as hard as I could, until I couldn’t.  Her defeat at the hands of the orc sorcerer had left her despondent.  I wasn’t defeated, she told herself, I was paralyzed.  Who am I if I can’t fight?  Dread and hopelessness consumed her as she pictured the sack of the city and the rape of her daughter.

Would that be so bad, a traitorous voice in her mind asked, it feels so good.  Amelie flushed with shame at the memory of how she climaxed amidst the ruins of the Falcon Guard.  Not only that, but for the general of the army that defeated us.  Even the memory of the pleasure began to turn her on, and she began to idly rub her sex.  It offered a welcome reprieve from her depression, to forget her troubles for even a moment and lose herself in bliss.

Before she had a moment to enjoy even that, Augras entered the tent accompanied by two orcs carrying a box.  “Amelie!  Come here, I’ve got a present for you.”  Augras’ grin sent a shiver down her spine.

Amelie looked at the box warily.  “A present?”

“Some new clothes for the royal procession into Orlous.”  He nodded to the soldiers, who opened the box to reveal a set of dark brown leather garments within.  Another nod and the guards set down the box and left to wait outside.  “After all, those dirty rags you’ve been wearing beneath your armor are hardly befit the Queen of Thesta.”

“And this does?”  She asked skeptically as she lifted up a leather bustier.  The leather was thick, more like armor than an undergarment and had a crowned falcon swooping downwards was stamped into the front.  “If this is supposed to be armor there is a bit missing.”

“Well, who is going to attack the famous Princess-Knight Amelie?  Only one warrior has ever defeated you, and I’m certainly not going to.”  Augras grinned impudently.  “So put it on.”

Amelie wanted to object, but the words didn’t come.  She second guessed all of her decisions now.  Which thoughts are mind and which are his?  Does he want me to resist, or to obey?  Amelie found herself indecisive which is not something she was used to being.  So she obeyed.  She stripped off her tunic, baring her large tits for the orc.  Why not?  It’s not like he, and the rest of the orcs, hadn’t seen them already.  Another wicked little thrill hardened her nipples as they became exposed.  She tossed the tattered shirt to the side, and then peeled off her leather pants and discarded them as well.

She opened the bustier, but before she could wrap it around her chest Augras stopped her.

“I think you’ve forgotten something.”  Augras stepped close to Amelie, so that her naked shoulder pressed against his chest.  The half-orc towered over her as his large hands rested on her hips, sending a shiver up her spine.  “You’re still wearing these.”

As Augras’ fingers curled inside the waistband of her panties and began to peel them down Amelie moaned softly.  He’s younger than Anne she thought, sending another wicked little thrill through her body.

Amelie stepped out of the undergarment and allowed Augras to discard those as well.  Only then did she wrap the leather ‘breastplate’ around her chest.  The cups for her tits lifted and pressed them together, putting them lewdly on display.  They only barely covered her areolas, and Amelie could tell that just the slightest movement would make the leather shift and expose them to the world. 

Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she pictured herself riding through the city wearing it.  Everyone is going to be watching me. “Aaah…” She moaned softly as she began to shake gently.  Augras tightened the bustier, squeezing her tits even tighter together as he laced it up and tied it off.

Next came a short leather skirt that ended above the midpoint of her thigh.  Amelie stepped into it and shimmied it up over her hips, the motion making her tits jiggle and causing one to fall out.  Augras’ laughter rang in her ears as she slid the skirt into place and fixed her top.  Her breathing was ragged now, and she could feel the juices of her pussy starting to leak down her inner thigh.

“Boots next.”  Augras handed Amelie the black high-heeled boots that rose just above her knee.  “Yes, yes, I know, the heels making fighting impractical.  As before, no one will be attacking you so it’s nothing you have to worry about, is it?”  The half-orc gave Amelie another impudent grin, his gaze lingering on her bare pussy as it flashed from beneath her skirt while stepping into the boots.

“No, it’s not” she growled out through gritted teeth as she settled into the boots.  The heels were taller than anything she’d worn before, but with her swordswoman’s grace she managed to comport herself well in them. 

“Don’t worry, almost done” Augras smiled as he placed a necklace around her neck.  Hanging from the silver chain was a pendant, fashioned into the shape of her sword.  The tip pointed downward toward her cleavage, just as the cut of the leather bustier pointed towards her pelvis.  “And finally” he returned Amelie her magic sword, sheathed and hanging from a loose belt “your sword.  The Queen of Thesta could hardly be recognized without her sword, right?”

Amelie’s grip tightened around the hilt of the sword, and for a moment she thought of drawing it, but only for a moment before her shoulders slumped in defeat.  Instead she buckled the belt around her waist and let the sword hang over her hip.  “Yes, My Prince.”

“Good girl.  Now, let me tell you how this is going to work.  We’re going to ride up to the city, and you’re going to command them to open the gates and surrender.”  He held up his hand to forestall Amelie’s objection.  “If you don’t, then I will use my magic to bring the walls down, and the city will be sacked.  You know I can do it, no matter how strongly Anne reinforced them.”  He smiled as Amelie flinched at the sound of her daughter’s name.  “Yes, Anne too will be part of the sack.  You lost, Amelie.  Now, your daughter’s first time can be gentle with her betrothed, or it can be a violent rape as her home burns around her.  Which will it be?”

Pain lanced through Amelie’s heart at the stark choice Augras presented her.  The thought of Augras being betrothed to her daughter was revolting.  Yet, she couldn’t deny that the war was over.  There was no one left to resist them.  The walls would not hold, nor were there enough guards in the city to defeat the orcs in the field.  If they resisted the city would fall.  If they surrendered, and married Anne to Augras, then the populace would be spared great suffering, and Anne might retain some dignity.  Her eyes closed as she surrendered to the inevitable.  I can’t resist, even if I wanted to.  Her thighs rubbed together as she thought more about betrothing her daughter to the orc.  As she gave in, the revulsion she felt transformed into arousal.  By the Abyss I’m sick.  How can I be getting off on this?  “I’ll do as you command, My Prince.  I’ll order them to surrender.”

“Good girl.”  Augras pulled her in and kissed her deeply, then took her by the hand and led her out of the tent.  “Let’s do this then.”  He walked her over the beaten grass that formed a path towards the gates of the city.

Amelie couldn’t help but notice the bold leers of the orcs as she walked through their ranks.  Most of them have seen me naked.  Many of them have had my body.  The thought that she didn’t know which of the orcs she’d been with thrilled her.  In spite of that, she tugged her skirt down to keep it from riding up.  Amelie was used to taking quick, long strides but that wasn’t conducive to wearing such a short skirt.  Or high heels for that matter.

The gates of Orlous were closed and locked before her as she approached.  I’ve never been barred from my own city.  “Captain of the gate!  Open for your Queen!”  She shouted, trying to sound like the confident Queen she once was, and not the sex addled wreck she’d become.

“The gates are closed by order of the Crown Princess!”  A voice from behind the portcullis shouted.

“Lord Mayor Thibeaux, it is pleasing to hear your voice again.  It has been too long since last we spoke.”  Amelie stepped closer to the gate, half-hoping that one of the guards would loose a crossbow bolt through her unprotected chest.  That wouldn’t help Anne, though.  Nothing can, now.  “I remember telling you that my daughter was in command of the city until I returned.  Well, here I am, returned.  The city is mine once more and I am ordering you to open the gate.”

“When you left the city, Your Highness, you were at the head of the Falcon Guard.  Now you’re…”  Thibeaux couldn’t seem to find the right words to describe Amelie’s current situation, “…with the orcs.  Are you still our Queen?”

“I am, Lord Mayor.  The war is over, and as much as it pains me to admit it, we have lost.  I was unable to defeat Prince Augras” not against his magic, “and with all due respect Lord Mayor, if I found myself wanting, neither you nor my daughter will be able to resist him.  I can personally attest that the stories of his magic are true, and that if you do not open the gate he will take down the walls of the city and let his army loose on the population.  If you open the gates, the city will be spared.”

“You have my word on it, Lord Mayor.”  Augras chimed in.  “On all of it.  I can destroy the city, but I will stay my hand if you open the gates now.”

“And I should just take your word for it?”

“I don’t want to rule a city of ash, Lord Mayor.  Trust in my own self-interest, and in yours.  As the Queen said, the war is over.  There doesn’t have to be any more killing.”

“What about Princess Anne?”  Thibeaux’s voice quivered as his resolve wavered.

“Princess Anne is to marry Prince Augras, to unite our lines and ensure continuity on the throne of Thesta.”

“To marry an orc?” The Lord Mayor asked in disgust.

“A half-orc” Augras added helpfully, “and our children would only be a quarter orc.”

“I know to you it might seem that death is a preferable fate for her, Lord Mayor, but that is not your decision.  Open the gate, before you condemn the entire city.” 

A moment later the gate rumbled open allowing Augras, Amelie, and their guard, including a squad of centaurs to process into the city.  Silence greeted them after as they paraded through the empty streets.  People are afraid she thought, not that I blame them.  It had been centuries since Orlous itself had been attacked, and never by orcs.

She tugged her skirt down again, but then had to adjust her top to keep her tit from spilling out.  It seemed like no matter what Amelie did she was in danger of exposing herself.  Her bare pussy tingled beneath the skirt, so she broke the silence to distract herself.  “Your Mincenntti witch isn’t joining us today?”

“No.”  Augras replied, but after a moment he continued, “Her role here is ending now that the war is over.  The three races are reuniting the Mincenntti bloodline and receiving the legacy of her people.  The actual enthronement does not matter to her.  Soon she will fade away with the last of the Mincenntti.”

Amelie didn’t know what to say to that.  She was still overwhelmed by the thought of actual magic, let alone the idea of a pre-ordained destiny.  It makes it easier in a way, though, being able to blame my loss on sorcery and prophecy.  These feelings aren’t mine, it’s a curse.  Unfortunately, even knowing the cause didn’t dampen its effect.  Every step she took towards her daughter the final conclusion of the war sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

“What is going to happen when we reach the castle?”

“You will announce to the court that Thesta is surrendering, and that as part of the surrender Princess Anne is to marry me.  Then we shall retire to the royal apartments so that Anne and I can get to know one another.”  Augras gave Amelie a sly grin.  “With you as chaperone, of course.”

As they got closer to the castle the city’s inhabitants started to come out and watch the procession, especially to get their first glimpse at the strange creatures known as centaurs.  At first just a trickle, but as it became clear the orcs were not going to sack the city the crowd grew to a large throng.  A restless murmur swept through them as they saw their beloved Queen strut passed them dressed like a streetwalker and accompanied by a large half-orc.

“It ain’t over Yer Highness! We can still fight ‘em!” 

Augras brought the column to a halt as he scanned the ground for the source of the exhortation, an old man dressed in tattered rags.  “Bring him here!”  The crowd tensed, expecting the worst from the orcs.  Instead, Augras smiled amiably at the man and clapped him on the shoulder.  “You have a lot of faith in your Queen.  Such loyalty is to be commended, and rewarded.”  A wicked grin spread across his face.  “Amelie, show the man how grateful you are for his loyalty.”

Two orcs stepped up behind the man and grabbed his arms as Amelie turned to face him.  She sauntered over to him, her body stiff and wooden as if she were some sort of marionette on strings.  Amelie wished she could convince herself that it was Augras controlling her, but deep down she knew it wasn’t.  Her own desires propelled her forward and forced her down onto her knees in front of the poor wretch.

“Thank you for your loyalty, sir” she told him as she ran her slender but strong fingers from his hips down his thighs, and then back up the inner portion of his legs before touching his scrotum and cock through the ragged pants. 

“Yer Highness, what are you-” his words were choked off by Amelie’s firm grip on his rapidly stiffening member.  It grew in spite of himself as he looked down at the Queen kneeling between his legs.  His vantage point allowed him to see down the front of her bustier, putting her lush, full tits on display for him as Amelie caressed and stroked his shaft.  “You don’t have to-”

Astonished gasps erupted from the crowd as Amelie finally pulled the man’s cock from his pants and brought it to her lips, “-but I want to” she finished for him, then flicked her tongue around the underside.  A little tremor rippled through her, even though it was only a human dick she was servicing.  The fact that it was here, in public, in the streets of Orlous surrounded by her subjects provided just the nasty little thrill she needed to derive satisfaction from it, however much it paled in comparison to being ravished by Augras.

“Very nice, Amelie” Augras smiled, “show everyone your true self.”  The Prince raised his voice so it projected further, “Show everyone what you’ve been doing with your army all these past months.  You’re not the woman your daughter is, and now everyone will see that.”

Tears formed in the corners of her eyes at Augras’ harsh words, and the disgusted murmurs of the crowd only seemed to prove their willingness to believe the vile slander.  Not that it’s entirely untrue, she thought regretfully, but it’s not my fault.  Still, she stroked the base of the man’s shaft and guided his cock further into her mouth, sucking it sloppily with pouted lips.

The beggar groaned louder as he felt Amelie’s warm mouth envelops his shaft and stroke it enthusiastically with her lips and tongue.  Any further protest melted away, and when the orcs released his arms he only reached down to touch the top of the Queen’s head and pull her against his shaft.  “Oh!  Yer Highness! That’s good!”

“Mmmm!”  Amelie winced as she felt the cretin’s fingers grabbing her hair presumptuously, but continued to fellate the man.  She took his cock deeper until the head pressed against the back of her throat.  She started to bob on it then, sliding up and down the shaft and soaking it with her spit.

Unconsciously her fingers drifted between her legs and up her skirt.  Amelie began to finger her pussy, playing with the juicy folds as she impaled herself on the cock again and again.  Her ministrations only made her hornier though without providing her ultimate relief.  I’m such a whore.  I’m fingering my slutty clit in front of the whole city while sucking a beggar’s cock and I’m not even getting an orgasm as a reward!

Some people turned away, but more continued to watch in rapt horror as their beloved Queen, the hero of countless campaigns disgraced herself on the streets of the city.  Finally the old man tensed and thrust his hips forward while holding tightly onto Amelie’s head.  The shaft pulsed and began spewing into the Queen’s throat, sending jet after jet of hot cum down her gullet as she sucked him completely dry.

Once he was finished, the orcs pushed him back into the crowd and Amelie rose to her feet.  Her hair was now disheveled, her face red, and her already short skirt hiked up even higher.  Amelie’s fingers glistened with the dew of her cunt, and she looked out with bleary eyes at the shocked crowd.

“Make way!” cried an orc voice after a nod from Augras, and the procession began again.  Ever so often another voice, one who hadn’t seen an earlier display, would call out some encouragement and Amelie had to repeat her performance.  Cock after cock filled her belly with load after load of seed.  The sun rose higher in the sky, until finally the found themselves in the square leading up to the castle.

“You’ve done beautifully Amelie.  You’ve been such an obedient whore I think you deserve a reward as well.”  Augras pointed towards a large statue in the middle of the square of a knight holding a sword and shield.  “That is your father, I believe.  Go and embrace him and await your reward.”

Amelie’s lips quivers as she stepped towards the statue.  She had it commissioned shortly after she ascended to the throne to commemorate her father’s reign.  What would he think of me now?  There was no need to wonder.  He’d think I’m a failure.  He would think that my brothers could have overcome Augras.  Amelie’s pussy ached with need as she approached the bronze statue.  Satisfying so many cocks so publically and in such a short order had left her burning with need, desperate to fill the gaping hole inside her.

She stepped up onto the plinth and looked out around the square.  It was empty except for the orcs and centaurs, but at the intersection of the streets leading into it she saw crowds forming, watching, waiting to see what new profanity she’d engage in next.  Her father’s arms were extended in such a way that it was easy for her to grab them to brace herself against the statue.  Amelie looked up into her father’s stern eyes and shuddered in wanton humiliation at what she suspected was coming.

The sharp staccato clapping of hooves on cobblestone cracked behind her.  The muscles on her exposed back flexed as she tensed up in anticipation.  Amelie didn’t both to look back, she just thrust her hips back and waited for the inevitable.

It wasn’t long before she felt massive hands gripping her leather clad ass.  The strong fingers kneaded her toned flesh as hot breath washed over the back of her head.  Amelie murmured in pleasure at the sensation and rocked her hips as the overwhelming lust consumed her again.  A moment later her skirt was lifted up over her hips and bunched around her waist, exposing her ass and pussy to the centaur.  He didn’t waste time, and quickly lowered his face down to lick between her taut cheeks.

Amelie gasped in surprise as she felt the tongue flicker against her little star.  Her fingers tightened around her father’s arms and she caught her breath.  The soft laps against the rosebud sent palpitations through her body into her sex, causing the nether lips to quiver.  “Ah!  Mmm!”  Amelie’s body tensed again, but as she pushed back harder against the centaur he pulled away.

The centaur’s intentions became clear when his powerful forelegs pressed down on the statue’s shoulders, mounting it and Amelie at the same time.  “Yes!”  She squealed before she could stop herself.  Finally I will find some more relief!  Amelie reached between her legs eagerly to find the creature’s thick equine shaped shaft.  It was already swollen and dangling beneath him ready for her fingers to grip and guide to the entrance of her sex.

The broad, flat tip prodded at her pink labia, which blossomed for the pulsing stiff member.  Having already done it once, Amelie was much more confident in her ability to take the massive shaft.  Once more her hand squeezed around the tip, contracting it enough to get it past the initial barrier into her body.

That little help was all the centaur needed.  As soon as Amelie guided his shaft inside the centaur took over and shoved it home.  The thick snake plunged inside her, forcing apart the walls to bury all the way up to her cervix.  The centaur fell into a bestial haze as the mating instinct kicked in, and he rutted her with savage thrusts.

A shocked cry erupted from the crowd as they watched Amelie not only submit to and take the centaur’s monstrous cock, but cry out in ecstasy from it.  She couldn’t conceal her own primal enjoyment from being completely filled by the massive dick.  It stretched out her insides almost to the breaking point, but the tightness with which she wrapped around the centaur’s shaft created a friction that could only be surpassed by her master’s cock.

No!  He’s not my master!  She tried to banish that thought from her head.  Her body may have turned traitor, but she wouldn’t let her mind succumb as well.  Before she could fret over it any further the first climax erupted, sending her mewling and squealing with delight.  The violent thrusts and her own wild gyrations caused her tits to spill free from the top and slap across the statue of her father.

The sensation of the coarse metal against her sensitive nipples brought her attention back to the statue’s gaze.  Shame flooded through her as she climaxed from a monster’s bestial shaft while embracing her father, but that only fueled the lust more.  Amelie threw her head back as she slammed herself into the cock, eagerly fucking herself on the shaft as she milked it with her tight body.  “Yes!  Ah!  Fuck me!  Mmm! It’s good!  So good!”

Behind her, Augras started to laugh, and was soon joined by the rest of the orcs.  It rang in her head, but she didn’t care.  Nor did she care that the peasants watching the lewd display saw and heard her calls of pleasure.  All that mattered was the wonderful sensation of her body being split by a massive dick.

Orgasm after orgasm exploded from her loins and her body thrashed about until finally the centaur grabbed her by the hair and yanked backwards to hold her still.  Keeping her impaled on his cock, she slammed forward in rapid succession until finally rearing back once more.  His shaft pulsed and then shot out powerful ropes of cum right against her cervix.  As he climaxed, his forelegs came down again, smashing into the statue and breaking off one arm.

Amelie was past caring though.  Her world was the mind numbing ecstasy emanating from her sex and the warm, fuzzy feeling of completeness as the hot load of centaur cum was deposited in her womb.  It was almost too much for her, she nearly blacked out again.  But as her head swam, she remained awake enough to see Anne staring down at her from atop the battlements of the castle.

The shock of seeing her daughter after so many months, and in such a lewd and unforgivable situation made her cum again.  Amelie’s whorish cries filled the square as she convulsed wildly, leaving no doubt, no matter how far away Anne was, of what Queen Amelie had been doing.

After the centaur finished depositing his seed deep into the queen he withdrew, leaving Amelie’s battered pussy gaping open.  A thick trickle of cum spilled out of her, splattering her boots and staining her thighs as she rested her bare, sweaty, tits against the statue of her father. 

Augras didn’t give her a chance to recover.  Instead he pulled her down from the plinth and began guiding her up towards the castle, leaving a trail of cum along the way.  Amelie followed, her mind still hazy from the severe fucking she had just received. 

I can never be Queen again she realized, not after that, not after all this.  How will anyone ever respect me?  I don’t even respect myself.

She kept her gaze down as the approached the gate to the inner courtyard.  She couldn’t bear to look them in the eyes after what she had done.  As she stood before the gate, legs spread, semen still leaking down her thighs, looking down she realized that her breasts were still exposed and groaned, quickly stuffing them back into the bustier.

“Open up the gates and surrender the castle.  The war is over, the Queen has surrendered.  No one else needs to suffer.”

“I don’t know who that is with you, but she is not my mother.”  Anne’s soft voice cut through Amelie with a sharp edge.  “I don’t know, I cannot fathom what you’ve done, but you have surely condemned yourself to the Abyss with this, this…profanity.  You shall be accursed forever!”

“Or praised forever.  The tales will be written by the victor, and that is me.  Now my dear, I’ve already been through this at the city gate and I have no wish to do it again.  Open the gate or I will bring it down.”

“You will do as you must, and I will do as I must.  I don’t deny your power, but I don’t have to make myself a willing participant to your depravity.”  Anne pointedly wouldn’t even look at her mother, still standing at Augras’ side.

“You’ve got some of your mother’s steel, even if it is of a different sort.  I don’t want to have to strip that off you, Anne.”  Augras crossed his arms and looked up at the gate and surrounding fortifications before returning his gaze to the Crown Princess and a smile slowly spread across his face.  “I’ll tell you what, I want things to be pleasant between us.  The war is over, after all, there is no need for further conflict.  I will give you until tomorrow to reconsider.  In the meantime, take your mother back.  I return her to you.”  Augras nudged Amelie forward. 

The Queen gasped in shock, and Anne’s resolve faltered.  For the first time she looked over to her mother and pain flashed in her eyes.  When Amelie finally looked up and met her gaze, her resolve melted away.  “Very well.”  She turned to the nearest guard and ordered him to open the gate.

As Amelie stepped through, Augras turned and began to walk away.  “I will return with the dawn, Princess, and I expect the gate to be open.”

****

“Mother, what’s happened?  Tell me everything!”  Anne hugged her mother tight as soon as they reached the Queen’s chambers.  “How, I mean, how did this happen?”

“Magic; his magic.  It’s real, Anne, and terrible.  He can do more than shatter castles and debilitate armies.  He invaded my dreams, twisted me, made me feel things, want things.  It’s not something that can really be understood unless you’ve experienced it.  How can you understand what it’s like to lose control of your own body?  Of your own mind?”  Amelie sighed and looked down at herself in disgust.  “I don’t even know if it is even my body anymore.”

“Try if you can.  I will be patient, or try to.  Start at the beginning, tell me what happened, one day at a time.”

So Amelie did, telling her about the war and the early victories.  How everything was going according to plan, until it wasn’t.  Fighting the desperate battles in the mountains, raiding into Zentara, finding the magic sword.  When Amelie described how it gave her the strength to stand up to an orc or centaur Anne reached out to touch it, and winced as Amelie quickly knocked her hand away.  “It was the sword that did it, I think.  He…he influenced my dreams before, but once I had the sword he was able to enter them directly.  Augras said he planted it for me to find.  He knew I’d be desperate for something to counter his magic.” She added bitterly.

“Everyone knows you would do anything to keep us safe, that you would sacrifice everything for your people.”

“I’m not done yet” Amelie said looking haunted.  She explained how she had sex with her guards, with the orc prisoner, and even with a centaur.  How she ruined the ambush with her lust, and caused the prisoner to escape.  That last, desperate charge of the Falcon Guard when all else seemed lost.

To her credit Anne didn’t judge Amelie, or seem disgusted.  She just held her mother for a long time without saying anything.  Finally, when she couldn’t hold it in any longer she asked, “Mother, what are we going to do?”

“You have to surrender, Anne.”  Amelie wrapped her arms back around her daughter, returning the embrace for the first time.  “I know you don’t want to hear it, but we don’t have a choice.  He can use magic to bring down the walls of the keep.  He has more than enough men to overpower what you have left.  Augras already controls the city and most of the food stores.  He can divert or poison the water easily enough.”

“At least then he would have to work for it!  I wouldn’t have to…meekly submit to his perverse intentions!”

“I don’t think he wants that, Anne, truly, I don’t.  He wants, and needs, a partner.  Augras knows it will be easier for him if you’re willing, and yourself.  He won’t humiliate or change you if he doesn’t have to.”  Amelie turned Anne’s face to look in her eyes.  “It’s too late for me, but it doesn’t have to be for you.”

After a moment, Anne looked down.  “But let’s have this last day together, before it all ends.”