by apediuex » Thu May 26, 2022 1:21 am
Year 3762 Army camp on the campaign path to Ultra Nation
Emma walked into the massive tent like a prisoner going to her own execution.
It started when one of the Ever-Queen’s maids had come to tell her to prepare food for the queen. Certainly not an uncommon event, and one that had been occurring more and more lately.
Just as Emma turned to start on the meal, a task that was made much more difficult since they were traveling, the maid added:
“Personally bring the meal to the Ever-Queen”
Emma nodded
“No problem”
“I don’t think you understand”
The maid paused, revealing an ill-concealed expression of jealousy
“Her Majesty wishes to enjoy your other services as well”
Emma could scarcely believe what she was hearing
“You mean uh, that I can or rather we will do you know-”
“Yes, you will be having sex” the maid answered, before leaving the tent in a huff.
As soon as the tent flap closed, Emma leapt in the air with a whoop of joy.
Emma was straight and therefore not sexually attracted to women. She was also in a loving relationship with Thurkhell, and the couple would never cheat on each other. The Ever-Queen was the exception to both.
Although Emma wasn’t attracted to other women, the Ever-Queen’s charm transcended gender. She was far from the first straight woman to claim the Ever-Queen as an exception. Even better, the Ever-Queen was her idol.
As for Thurkhell, since he was already sleeping with the Ever-Queen, the couple had agreed that Emma could do the same given the chance. a
After all, lying with a god was not cheating on each other.
This was how Emma found herself just outside the belly of the beast. Excitement had gradually disappeared, and had been replaced by nerves. Thoughts ran through her head like a pack of stampeding horses.
What if she messed up, what if Her Highness was not satisfied with her, would she lose her life? Would she get sent back to her village? Would-
“Stop dallying outside and come in” The Ever-Queen’s charming voice rang out, involuntarily pulling Emma into the tent.
The contrast between the shadowy interior of the tent, and the bright outside sunlight made Emma forcefully blink her eyes a few times to adjust.
When she did, the view unveiled before her blew her breath away: the Ever-Queen in her birthday suit.
The Ever-Queen enjoyed wearing extremely revealing clothing, so it wasn't like Emma had never seen her body before. Still, it was her first time seeing the Ever-Queen’s lush red jungle and rosy nipples.
More importantly, the Ever-Queen had spent the last several years cooped up in her harem, a harem that Emma was only able to occasionally access when she visited Thurkhell. The food that Emma prepared was usually directly dropped off by others. Consequently, she had never seen the Ever-Queen since her first sword practice.
Perhaps this was why the change in the Ever-Queen’s body struck her so much.
The body she remembered had radiated a primal aura. The muscles that composed it resembled the inner workings of a machine. Although many men and even some women had greater muscle volume, the pinpoint perfection of the Ever-Queen’s physique always set her leagues apart. Her mana-filled body kept her scar-free, but even at first glance, no one would doubt that this was the body of a warrior.
Thurkell had mentioned that the Ever-Queen had lost some of her former musculature, but this was beyond Emma’s wildest expectations.
The body unveiled in full in front of her would not look out of place on the typical noble lady. There was hardly a trace of muscle to be found anywhere, biceps and calves having atrophied into thin limbs. The Ever-Queen's stomach was flat, but there was no definition there, not even the barest hint of an abdominal. She looked like the type of woman who had never worked or exercised a day in their lives, but remained skinny due to a strong metabolism.
From a conventional perspective, the Ever-Queen was better looking than ever without the excess muscle. To Emma however, who was training to be a warrior in the image of her idol, the current iteration of the Ever-Queen looked weak.
An opinion she quickly revised as the much taller women approached, the Ever-Queen’s perky breasts directly in line with Emma’s eyes. Emma looked up, then looked down again as she felt pressured by the presence radiated by the Ever-Queens fathomless eyes.
She was taller and more voluptuous than any women Emma had ever met, so although this was the third time they met, the sensation of size inferiority remained novel enough to cut any thoughts of the Ever-Queen's weakness short. The sensation of her clothes disappearing and her body getting frozen by a wave of the Ever-Queen’s hand so she could be inspected, finished off any lingering doubts.
“Muscle or no, the Ever-Queen is still the Ever-Queen. She’d kick my ass in a fight and that's before considering her magic. Oh and she’s also basically the God-Queen of the world. And your first thought was that she looked weak?”
Emma mentally berated herself as the Ever-Queen commenced her inspection.
“Hmm, I initially called you here as a replacement for Thurkhell. Since he managed to hurt himself learning kiddo magic I had to bring some other harem members along.”
She shook her head in dissatisfaction
“They just don't do it like he does. I remember you being a sow, and I like my women how I like my men. I still hoped you might have picked up some of his tricks being his wife and all”
At this point the Ever-Queen cracked a wide smile, lighting up the dark tent with her pearly white teeth.
“I'm happy to see you lost a lot of your excess weight! Still too big for my standards, but it doesn't hurt to try different things. Put the food on the counter and come to bed. You can start by worshiping my pussy.”
With those words, the Ever-Queen turned around and swayed her seductive hips back to bed.
The Ever-Queen’s ass appears to be the last holdout mused Emma. The volume was the same as before, and Emma failed to detect the slightest hint of jiggle. It was clear that one could still bounce a coin off of it.
“For now at least”
With that last blasphemous thought still ringing through her head, Emma turned to follow.
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On the desolate plains of Kashmir, two armies stood facing each other. The soldiers of Eltra stood solemn. They knew that just behind their backs was the long Itrean pass, which directly led to the heart of their nation. The Ever-Queen’s soldiers were exuberant: they had the chance to fight and die for their master.
The Ever-Queen sat on top of Bruce overlooking the field, a visibly nervous Marshal Dmitry standing beside her.
“He has one week. I will be in my tent enjoying myself. If the Eltrans haven’t been routed by next Sunday I will do it myself.”
Bruce took off in a blaze of fire, heading back in the direction of the Ever-Queen’s headquarters
Dmitry bowed deeply, before nodding at the robed-man to his right. A fireball whooshed into the sky, signaling to Lieutenant General Alexi that the Ever-Queen had concluded her inspection.
Off in the distance, Alexi saw the signal. He nervously shuddered, before taking a deep breath.
“Skirmishers advance!”
A complex system of flag signals relayed his instructions to the soldiers.
Upon understanding that the battle was finally beginning, they roared like one man.
ALL HAIL THE EVER-QUEEN
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A week had passed since the sounds and smells of men fighting and dying had started sounding outside of the tent.
Emma glanced at the Ever-Queen, who was uncaringly popping grapes into her mouth. Not once had she left the tent to check on her armies.
Emma had gone out and checked on the situation, before the horrors of war had forced her back inside. She now felt extremely guilty for the callous way she had bet on the soldier’s lives.
Indeed, Emma had gotten much closer with the Ever-Queen over the last several weeks of travel. Emma had proven rather masterful at using her hands and mouth. Although the Ever-Queen never pleased her in return, the experience was enjoyable. As a reward for her service, the Ever-Queen had agreed to have a duel some time in the future. She even promised to go easy on Emma by not immediately wiping the floor with her.
Perhaps emboldened by this friendly atmosphere, Emma had proposed a bet.
“What are we betting on, and what’s the forfeit”
“Your Majesty should choose the bet and my forfeit, but If I win I want to call Your Highness by your name.”
The Ever-Queen flared her magic, bringing Emma down to her knees.
“A bold demand.”
She tilted her head and thought about it for a few seconds.
“Fine. We will bet on whether or not my armies can defeat the Eltrans within the week. If they cannot, you can call me by my last name. If they do defeat the Eltrans, I will have your life for your insolent demand”
Now a week later and with the battle still ongoing, it was clear that the Ever-Queen had lost the bet. A fact that she was reluctant to acknowledge.
“Your Majesty-”
The Ever-Queen pouted at Emma.
“Fine, fine I know. I lost”
She slammed her hand down on the steel dresser, but achieved nothing except hurting herself. Annoyed, she cast a quick healing spell before coating her hand in mana and slamming down again. This time the dresser shattered.
Emma idly wondered whether or not this was the same make of dresser that the Ever-Queen had shattered with a single blow during their first meeting.
Her pondering was cut short as the Ever-Queen started to walk in the direction of the battlefield. Step by step, the aura of power around her grew larger and larger. By the time the Ever-Queen reached the two armies, combat had all but stopped as the soldiers were forced to their knees. The soldiers directly in line with her march did their best to crawl out of the way.
The Ever-Queen finally stopped her march near the middle of the Eltran army. She stopped and concentrated on her dantian.
Whoosh
A sea of flames sprung out from around her before quickly covering the horizon, instantly setting all the Eltran soldiers on fire while leaving her own soldiers unaffected. It was a magical fire that burned their very soul, inflicting the most vicious pain imaginable while simultaneously removing their soul from the cycle of reincarnation.
The Ever-Queen turned around and walked back in the direction of her tent. When she arrived, she paused before the kowtowing forms of Alexi and Dmitry.
“We have failed Your Highness”
Snick
The Ever-Queen’s sword returned to her sheath as Alexi’s head flew into the air.
“Train me a qualified replacement you old thing”
She entered the tent flaps, leaving the bawling Dmitry outside.
“Welcome back Your Highness”
“Diarmata”
“Pardon?”
“I won't renege on the bet. You can now call me by my last name: Diarmata.”
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apediuex on Thu Sep 22, 2022 9:49 pm, edited 3 times in total.
