The Queen's Birthday

Marian quietly groaned as she felt a hand resting upon her side, shaking her awake. She generally would have bolted up at a hand touching her in her sleep, but she knew that hand as intimately as she knew her own. It was the hand of her closest servant, Tyril. She slowly opened one of her eyes, and said; "What do you want, Tyril?" She slowly turned her eyes in order to glare upon the woman drearily. Her short, blond hair was a mess, stringing out in every direction, and her nightgown was wrinkled. "It's barely dawn, yet!" She exclaimed, seeing the dim light from the windows.

"It's a special day, today, your Majesty." the general said apologetically, dipping her head down and backing away from her, though she longed the touch of the firm body beneath her palm as soon as she removed it. Her queen was a work of beauty, after all, combining physical strength with royal delicacy in a way no one else in the country could pull off. She had long prepared for this day, ever since the middle of the last year. She clasped her hands together urgently, and stared towards Marian with subdued but excited eyes. She was naked, as was required of all slaves in the palace, and her sun-darkened skin showed off her tensed muscles, eager to get moving.

"Special day?" Marian asked wearily, as she slowly slid her legs over the side of the bed, her feet resting upon the ground. Maids rushed forth from nowhere, naked as well, and began attending her. They were the girl's that never had a chance in the military, too physically frail to be of any use, yet beautiful in that delicate, doll-like way. They had no muscle to speak of, and were all willowy and delicate. They were all a part of her harem, for her to make use of whenever she desired. And on certain holidays, the general public as well. For a price, of course.

"It's your birthday, your Highness." Tyril said with a small smirk, shaking her head at the Majesty's forgetfulness. When she spoke the words however, Marian's eyes widened for a moment in childish glee, before immediately hardening back to that royal coldness. It was those small moments that Tyril loved more than anything else. Seeing those tiny seconds of the true Marian beneath the title, beneath the queen. "I have a present for you." She said cheerfully, stepping back forward to take Marian's hand, though the maids gave sharp looks. The queen wasn't going anywhere without getting dressed first.

Tyril would not have thought of bringing a hand against one of the Queen's harem. It would be worse than beating a child. Still, she glared at the girl. One could be angry at a child, after all. She waited though, as the maids were right. The Queen needed to be presentable. She watched as they took her into her bathroom to make her look like the royalty she was.

Marian stared into the stand mirror as her maids began to wet her hair, making sure to put in small scented soaps as they washed it. Her nightgown had been removed somehow without her realizing it, and her lean, strong form stared back at her in the mirror. One of the maid's darted between her legs, and lathered her pelvic area up with some sort of cream, and began drawing a razor across it over and over, until a smooth, pubic region shined back. Her nether lips were pale pink, as if powdered, as were the peaks of her breasts.

As soon as her private region had been shaved bald, another maid came forward and began to apply cosmetic to her face, just a little here and there. The queen did not really need or want it; beautifying cosmetics were for the harem slaves. When that maid darted away, another came forward, combing her hair out to perfection while it was still wet with the scented water. Once in place, the final maid came forward, and slowly began fixing on her undergarments, satin panties and bra, both of the darkest thread, and with lace lining every edge.

Then her dress itself was brought out. This one was tight fitting, seeming to be made of a dark, skintight material that showed off her every curve. Every muscle was displayed, every curvaceous line of her body, including the vertex of her thighs! She thought with a small darkening of her cheeks. Whoever had made this dress had been very specific with what she had in mind. Someone obviously wanted to see the queen as close to naked as she could. Well, she would not deny them the opportunity. Matching gloves and stockings were drawn over her arms and legs, and a royal cloak donned over her shoulders, before she was ready.

"Okay then, Tyril, take me to this gift of yours. I am anxious." She said, extending a slender, strong hand out for Tyril to take. Tyril was blushing as well, despite having just seen her naked. The dress was worse than naked. She quietly allowed Tyril to lead her, seeming embarrassed to look at the queen. Marian thought she liked that idea. Wearing clothing like this that made people both oogle her and be afraid to at the same moment. At the last second her claymore was handed to her, and she affixed it to her back from it's sheath, and walked on outside into the palace courtyard. She was growing more excited by the second.

Tyril gestured out, and said; "Happy birthday, my Queen." Loudly enough for the entire courtyard to hear. At that moment, seven sharp clicks sounded out, followed by seven soft, feminine grunts, and one loud crack after that. The 'Happy birthday' was called out by hundred of people, but she had eyes only for one thing. Seven things, in fact.

They were swaying back and forth, six of them kicking wildly as they danced on the end of a noose, the seventh, in the middle lucky enough that her neck had broken immediately from the short fall. The dead one was the smallest of all seven, dark hair, and sharp, elven ears poking past the long locks. She seemed to be no older than eleven, yet already her womanly curves had begun to grow in. Her green eyes were dull and staring, her feet giving occasional, dying twitches as foxfire nerves sent off signals to the brain.

The other six were as different as they could possibly be. One of them had light blue skin, and was tall, and willowy, with white, almost blue hair. She must have been a nymph of the sea, along with a green skinned creature next to her, which had even darker green hair than that of her skin, who must have been a tree nymph. On either side of the dying girl were a set of twins, desperately reaching out for one another so that they could die in one another's arms. They were failing, of course. They both had blonde hair, and elfin ears. They looked to be about seventeen by the maturity of their bodies. Their bulging, green eyes were desperate, looking at each other as they tried to capture one another, but never could get close enough.

The final two were dark skinned, dark haired, and slender. They were clawing at their nooses to no avail. Their fingers had all been cut off, to prevent them from casting magic to help them. Their tongues had been cut out to keep them from speaking a spell while the noose still remained off. Their eyes had rolled up into the backs of their heads, so she could not see their color.

All of them were dying. Dying for her birthday. She reached out, grabbing Tyril without looking away, and murmuring; "Thank you, Tyril. You've.. You've outdone yourself." She murmured faintly, unable to believe what she was seeing. Oh sure, she saw executions all the time, but rarely so grand as this. And she could see more in the background, more pretty girls bound and gagged, waiting for their execution as well. Tyril beamed with pleasure, and murmured back to the queen;

"I have been leading raids for the past six months, looking for the most beautiful girls I could find, just for this occasion, my queen." The queen immediately murmured in return; "You did well finding them, my slave. I think you have earned yourself a favor." Tyril's eyes widened with pleasure, and she dipped her head in a quick nod. She followed after the queen, as she took a small throne prepared for her, staring up into the faces of the dying fey and Rosarians, as they kicked and twitched, trying to catch their breath.

Marian found her hand slowly slipping down between her legs, beginning to slip along the material of her dress. She could feel her fingers easily through the fabric, and her chest began rising and falling with small pants as she pleasured herself to the image of her dying enemies, despite the fact that not a single one of them looked like a soldier. That made it, if anything, better for her. A conquest had been made, and these women, these girls even, had been captured for no other reason than to provide her pleasure.

The general saw this, and immediately murmured; "No, no, my queen, this is your birthday. You won't have to do a thing by yourself." She snapped her fingers fiercely, and one of the Royal Guards stepped forward, naked as well--as they were still in the palace, if not on the inside of it--with a short elven girl in tow. She forced the elven whore to her knees between the queen's legs, her arms bound behind her so that she could not put up any resistance. The guard thrust the elf's head forward then, forcing it between the queen's thighs.

The elf let out a high pitched whine, and struggled against her, her feet drumming against the ground, as the queen merely held her dress away, and slowly wrapped her calves around the elf, her thighs squeezing tightly as she stared up towards the six dying creatures. Her hips bucked just slightly as the elf bitch squirmed against her. Faint moans began to flutter from the queen's lips as the elf struggled against her, unable to stop from pleasing the queen with her struggles.

The two nymphs seemed already to be on their dying kicks, drool leaking from the corners of their lips onto their bare chests, Their thighs gave no more than small twitches, their hands weakly twisting in their bonds as they tried desperately to stay alive. They were failing though, and soon one of them stopped kicking, then within half a minute, the other one did as well. She felt a tiny shudder of pleasure ripple through her, watching them die, feeling the life slip out of them.

One of the two Rosarian's began to slip away from life, as well, the clawing growing momentarily more frantic against her neck, though without fingers she could do nothing. Her feet began thrashing like a mermaid, trying to jump to get just a moment of breath, but the jolting only forced a sharp crack to resonate through the palace, and her body immediately went limp. swaying back and forth. The sound of the crack caused her hips to jerk just slightly, the elf's struggles between her thighs growing weaker as the guard's hand held her face firmly planted against her.

"Guards, one of you pull down on the other dark one. I want to see another neck break." She moaned out breathily, and immediately one of those guards came forward, grabbing the feet of the terrified Rosarian, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes as she was pulled down by the guard, her neck stretching amazingly before it finally snapped, and her body went limp. The queen's body jerked again, and she stared on at the final two elven twins as they struggled, tried even now to reach out for one another while their faces grew paler and paler.

Their hands almost brushed for a brief moment, but came short by just an inch, and the two of them seemed to give up simultaneously, staring at each other while hanging limply, their legs twitching. It seemed they had put up a fight to the very end, and now that they were only seconds from death, they were reduced to just slightly twitching, sorrowful tears leaking out from their eyes, unable to embrace their twin in their final moments. They died at the exact same moment, at the same time it seemed, as the elfin girl between her thighs stopped struggling completely.

The elf's last sensation would have been the flood of the Queen's orgasm as the fluids from it gushed down her throat, up her nose, filling her lungs with the orgasmic fluid. She released the girl, and the guard's hand fled it. The elf fell upon her back, gazing up towards the sky with a terror-filled expression, her chest moving as her lungs tried to work, but unable due to the liquids that filled them. Her fingers twitched for a few moments, but it was only a half-minute longer before she, too, lay dead from asphyxiation.

"I hope you're ready, Queen Marian, because that was just act one." Tyril said, and the queen was unable to repress a shudder.

Marian could hardly have thought it would get any better, yet here it was. Two girls were being pushed down onto a curious device. Their tiny elven cunts were forced to stretch around thick pieces of wood attached to the seat they were to sit on, their small figures struggling in vain to get away. Blood trickled down along both wooden phalli, and centimeter thick wire was drawn over both of their necks. A third between them was bent over another stump, but for obviously different reasons. The two strapped to the garrotes seemed to be sisters, both with the same blonde hair, though one was vastly older than the other. One appearing to be ten, the other sixteen.

Both looked fearful with their gleaming blue eyes as the wire was slowly drawn tight over their necks, faint, whimpering gasps fluttering from their lips as the executioners began turning the garrote, forcing the wire to grow tighter. They went with exceptional slowness, shortening the breath little by little with each passing moment. The queen stared on with a quiet wonder as the whimpering turned into a soft wheezing, then a most unfeminine gurgling, and groaning. As they struggled, they had to move their hips around on that phallus sticking into them, and soon, they were soaking the wood with their fluids.

She quietly struggled with herself, but the general was soon at her side, murmuring; "Do you want to try the last one out, before the end? She's a redhead~" She said enticingly, and the queen was enticed. The elf was bent over, her long, crimson hair fluttering around her in a curtain. The queen stood up, and wandered over to the elf, who felt fear creeping up into her chest at the approaching queen. She stood behind the elf, and smacked her upon the bottom with her palm. The girl squeaked with terror, but could not move, her arms bound square-style behind her back.

She watched the two elves slowly being strangled to death by the wires, and slowly reached between her legs, pressing at her clitoris and rubbing at it. It caused a few contractions in her cunt, and slowly prolapsed her womanhood. Well, in a way. In reality, it was the reason her species lived on despite the lack of men. She slowly reached down, running a finger upon the backside of the elf, pushing it into her bottom--which was clean of course, for the queen's benefit. The elf squealed indignantly, and clenched tightly around the finger.

Kneeling down, the queen pressed the end of her shaft into the young redhead's maidenhood, thrusting forward and breaking it with only the scream of the elf to accompany it. She grabbed the girl's hips and began thrusting inside of her, all the while taking in the sight of the elven girl's dying on each side of her. The younger of the two was already slowing her struggle, but even as the last inches of her life slipped out, she felt her eyes widen, a spray of fluid leaving her to cover the phallus she had been struggling with the whole time.

Her sister, watching the younger die, looked as if the life had leeched out of her right then and there. Her struggles stopped and the garrote closed around her neck without resistance. As her life slowly inched away, her dying twitches caused her to release herself upon the thick pole as well, though she doubted either one of them had felt much pleasure--but who was she to know; she had never died like that. The headsman slowly walked over, her axe wielded deftly within her hands, watching her queen carefully. She had a mask on, of course, but she could feel the woman's arousal.

As the queen thrust away inside of the squealing elf, unaware of her doom, Marian let her nails dig into the girl's hips, thrusting harder, faster into the tight ex-maidenhood. "No more, please..!" The elf cried out, though she could not deny the pleasure she felt, as droplets of liquid dripped down along her thighs. That was one of the many benefits of the Marianian's. Their sexual prowess was unmatched. Their body heat seemed to be addicting, and their orgasmic fluids a literal drug that could enrapture the hearts and minds of even the most hated rival--that was one reason they were so unified. If you hated someone, you just had sex with them and they were best friends. No one could complain with that.

Marian soon let out a sharp gasp, and began to arch her back. At that moment, the axe descended upon the unsuspecting elf, lopping her head off with a clean strike. Marian's bloodlust and the sudden tightening of the elf's cunt caused her immediate release, shooting herself deep inside the now-infertile womb. She shuddered for a moment, before letting the dead elf corpse slowly fall off of the log, blood pooling around her neck.

She slowly stood up, and gazed around. There was much to be done, and soon the general approached, murmuring with a still-blushing expression; "Ready for more, my queen..?"

"If you can make me give up, or tire me to the point I cannot go on, you can leave the country, and no one will touch you again." Marian told the elf. The largest one they had captured, but still not even as muscular as she herself. She was indeed large for an elf, and taller than Marian, standing at six-foot-five. She still probably weighed only a hundred-and-thirty-five pounds, though. The elf was willowy and slender, as were all of her race, yet the height might make the difference. The rules of the game had been told to her straight off, in as simple terms as possible;

You can use whatever technique or ability you have, so long as it does not draw outside factors into combat; only your own body, in essence, may be directly used.

Whoever loses will be put to death.

The winner decides how the loser will be killed.

With that in mind, the elf was wary. She could not believe that the queen would allow them to execute her, to which Marian responded; "Do you think they would let a queen reign that had been defeated by a weak elf?" That seemed to clarify the matter. It was true. If she lost she would be put to the death in whatever method the elf chose, before she was released back to her forests. The time to begin the fight was already at hand, though, and Tyril called out; "Begin!"

Marian rushed forward, where the elf waited to take her. She grasped Marian, and threw a foot towards her shin, twisting in such a way that threw the queen onto her back. She grunted as she landed there, the wind flying from her lungs. The elf quickly cast a small spell as she planted her hands against Marian's body, and a sudden warmth flooded through her, causing her shaft to spring tightly, painfully to life. The elf, not wishing to believe herself victorious quite yet, knelt down over Marian's face and leaned over, while pressing her crotch down against Marian.

When she felt the elf's tongue brushing along her shaft, she gasped weakly, unable to move from the pleasure. The elf's mouth quickly embraced the shaft, and began moving up and down along it with precise movements and what seemed to be experienced motions. This girl was no blushing virgin. Marian gripped the ground tightly. Whatever spell the elf had cast on her, it was filling her with pleasure that was incapacitating her. Her hips rocked just slightly and her shaft twitched within the elf's mouth, but she could not move. "Ah..." She moaned out breathily, clenching her eyes shut tightly.

The elf pressed down harder against Marian's face with her bare womanhood, seeming to be trying to cut off Marian's oxygen. She could not struggle away from it, so she merely lay there, trying to breathe when she can while her tongue flickered back and forth against the girl's crotch, rapidly, and jerkily as the elf's mouth enclosed around her shaft. The elf's own tongue moved around along the shaft, teasing around it while she herself moaned in pleasure at Marian's tongue-teasing. Her hips began rocking against it, though not letting up on their asphyxiation.

Marian was growing close to orgasm, even more so because of the arousing effect of the asphyxiation. She still could not struggle against the girl and soon was orgasming fiercely. The elf, aware of the effect of the race's orgasm, moved her mouth off at the last moment, and let the seed spill upon Marian's own body, forcing her to stay aroused as the liquids began to drip down around her shaft, along her thighs and her abdomen. Now free for focusing on her own pleasure, the elf rocked her hips fiercely against the woman's mouth, pressing down firmly while Marian's frantic tongue delved up against the labia, teasing it back and forth rapidly.

Soon enough the elf herself was climaxing, releasing a gush of fluids over the queen's face, and soaking her hair. She fell relax soon after, and found Marian's hands gripping at her waist. Shocked, she squealed as she was lifted up, and slammed face first inbetween Marian's thighs. The elf quickly scrambled up and brushed the dirt off of her face, wincing in pain at a few cuts. Marian stood up soon after, and murmured softly; "Come on, surely that isn't all you've got.." The elf soon murmured out worriedly

"How are you standing...? That spell should have lasted a lot longer..." Marian smirked and murmured quietly; "We're all resistant to magic to some degree." The elf's eyes widened in fear, but soon became calm again. "Resistant, but not immune.." The girl waited calmly, and Marian eventually rushed again. However, unfortunately for the elf, Marian did not allow herself to be thrown, instead throwing a punch into the elf's stomach. Her eyes bugging, the elf clutched her abdomen and fell to her knees, gasping for breath that would not come.

Before she could even start to recover, her foot came up, and kicked the elf down in the back of her neck, slamming her face first into the ground again. She struggled still for breath, and rolled onto her side, curling up. Soon enough, she began to utter soft, weak gasps, and was able to slide away from the waiting Marian, pulling herself up to her knees. She was growing sluggish, however, because Marian was right there, her hands digging into the elf's red hair, and jerking her close. She forced her lips around the shaft, and the elf did not resist, taking any opportunity to weaken her opponent further.

Marian began thrusting her hips, grasping the girl's hair tightly and forcing her to remain in position while she drove her shaft over and over down the girl's throat, asphyxiating her for as long as ten seconds at a time, only allowing a second of breath or two. It was slow, but with each grinding thrust the girl's face got paler and paler as she tried to breath, but was unable. Soon she stopped allowing it all together, and the elf's eyes began widening in fear that she was going to die on that shaft, and began beating Marian's hips fiercely with her fists, to no avail. Soon enough that tight throat milked her to orgasm, and she shot her intoxicating seed down the elf's throat--something she bet the girl had not been prepared for.

She pulled out soon after, leaving her to choke on the fluid, and releasing the rest of it across her face, with two, weaker squirts of her fluid. The elf, looking dazed, swayed back and forth for just a moment, unsure of what was going on. Marian reminded her with a backhand across the cheek that not only threw her to the ground, but also left an immediate bruise upon the skin, just below her eye. She smirked quietly and stared at the girl, humming for just a moment.

The elf slowly climbed to her feet, swaying back and forth and stumbling. The match was pretty much decided, but she came after Marian weakly, and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. She knew that physically she was no match, but maybe sexually... Of course, she could have had no idea that the queen had an entire harem to service her whenever she wanted. The girl wrapped a leg around her waist, and thrust herself down on the shaft, and Marian did not resist her. But her eyes widened soon after, and she stared at the girl in shock.

The womanhood was beyond wonderful. It seemed to be sucking her in with more force than she had seen any mouth do. Her hips jerked, and she let out a faint moan, her eyes staring into the dazed, but confident eyes of the elf. She gently pushed Marian, and Marian toppled, her shaft twitching inside of her helplessly as the elf began to ride her as if she were nothing more than a horse. Her hips jerked up against her with each downward thrust the elf made. It did not even take a full minute for her first climax, releasing her seed into that immensely pleasurable cunt.

Her lungs were breathless by that point, feeling as if that suction were sucking out her lungs, as well. She could not pull out, did not want to. She wanted that pleasure to go on forever. Her eyes began rolling up into the back of her head as she thrust upward into it, even while the elf rocked against her, riding her like a toy. Soon she herself was experiencing orgasm, and that milked another out of her, the unbelievably tight walls growing even tighter around her, and sucking up her seed into that body of hers. It was far too good for her. Soon enough the girl's riding grew more fervent, and with Marian unable to move, she could only watch.

She was running dry, and the elf woman knew it, when her next orgasm came, and only a few, small squirts of her inseminating fluid shot inside of her. Her limbs felt weak, watery, the muscles melted, and she let her head lull back, gasping and groaning with pleasure she could not stop. Her eyes remained rolled up in the back of her head and drool began trickling from the corner of her lips. The elf let out a slow sigh, wobbling as she slowly stood up. Semen immediately began to drip out from between her legs; she was full of it, it seemed. As soon as she was off, though, Marian's legs swept out, catching her behind the knees, and throwing her onto her back.

Marian immediately climbed on top of the elf, and pressed herself down against the tall girl, thrusting her aching shaft back within the girl, and beginning to thrust fiercely. Her hands gripped at the girl's shoulders, and her hips began rocking back and forth, thrusting into that unbelievably tight orifice, sucking at her as if it were its own tempest. Her eyes stared down at the girl, her eyes widening with what could only be fear.

Soon, soon Marian was climaxing again, much to the pain of her shaft. It felt as if it were being pressed through an old-fashioned dryer, squirting every last bit of her seed into the girl, filling her up even further. She felt and saw the girl's womb distend just slightly, pressing out against her skin. She cried out painfully, but that was all. And so Marian continued to thrust, her eyes heated, and her shaft crying out in pain with each thrust she made. Her hands gripped more tightly, digging her nails into the shoulder. It took longer, this time. She had so little left to give...

A minute passed, and her shaft screamed at her to stop. It felt like the muscles were tearing apart. The elf herself was beginning to scream as her own orgasmic fluids joined those that she was putting out. Her slightly swollen stomach was forced again to stretch when Marian came again, screaming out in pain as the liquid shot from her, filling the girl's stomach yet again. The elf began weeping, but said nothing even still. Marian, with a growl of anger, began thrusting her hips again. It was much weaker this time though. Her hips were melting, and she could not hold on.

However, the elf began widening her eyes in fear as her pleasure built higher and higher, and her pants grew over her breathing outrageously. She was about to climax when she cried out; "No! I give up! Please, stop!" Marian did not stop, though, continuing to weakly thrust until she had brought that elf off to her last orgasm. The redhead fell limp, then, and clutched at her chest, gasping and twitching, before Marian slowly pulled out, her shaft twitching in pain. "Agh... Agh..." It was in so much pain. She would not be able to do that again for a week! Yet, it was the most enjoyable hour she had ever faced.

"Winner, queen Marian." The crowd cheered her, and the elf fainted.

The queen must have been feeling generous that day, for whatever reason, or perhaps she just wished to make use of those amazing skills the elf possessed, for she did not sentence a death for the redhead, instead decreeing that she was conscripting her into the harem, where the girl would live the rest of her life; a slave to her and all the queens after her--everyone knew of the long lifespan of the elf. She would outlive many queens as nothing more than a slave. A slave to be used and abused for what would seem like an eternity.