The Queen’s Conquest. Chapter 10.

A commission for Ashengrey. As Aisshaee and Allishaaee marry, they combine their essences into a new, stronger breed of dryad, before setting their sights on Arruk.

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The marriage of two dryad queens was a rare and salacious affair. As sovereigns of their own colonies, queens were by their very nature, dominant and powerful and commanding. When, once in a century, two queens mated, there was only one question worth considering: which would rule, and which would follow.

Clashes between queens-turned-lovers were tawdry, passionate, and often violent. With neither queen suited, or much interested, in submission, the only way to settle who was in charge once and for all came down to strength and stamina. There had been years-long battles between monarchs, days and months bleeding together into one, long, feral breeding session, where each queen would try to force their lover to submit to their rule through pleasure, pain, or the liberal application of both.

Arruk had been excitedly told all of this by Cheeeil, who, like all of the other dryads of the colony, was all atitter about the prospect of their queen breeding and wrestling the exciting new foreigner who’d come into their home. As much fun as Arruk had been to play with, now that she was well and truly broken, many of the colony were hungry for new entertainment.

Because of all the build up, Arruk had been a little disappointed when the new queen simply mounted Aisshaee’s lap and slid her throbbing, regal cock deep inside her own body. There was no fighting, no show of force or tantalising grappling, just one broad-hipped queen bouncing her regal rear onto another’s virile breeding pole.

It was still fun to watch, Arruk relished any opportunity to watch her beloved owner’s magnificent muscles at work, but she had wished for her queen to utterly demolish the interloper in a vicious show of force. Forcing her flat and ravaging her body until there was no question that she was supreme.

At least the mixing of royal ‘blood’ had been exciting. Dryad’s, much like the trees they were tied to, didn’t have many different organs and fluids sloshing about inside them. A dryad’s body was almost pure muscle from head to toe, tightly woven plant-fibres with the individual’s consciousness spread across the entire form. The only liquid inside a dryad was the thick, syrupy sap Arruk had been completely addicted to. It was sperm, blood, spit, tears, all of the fluid a dryad had to offer, so when the two queens mixed their ‘blood’, what they really meant was…

Arruk moaned as golden, honey-sweet spunk exploded out from the queens’ meeting, overflowing the newcomer’s well-bred rosebud and lazily oozing over Aisshaee’s inner thighs. The new Queen’s soft, pliant midsection swelled a little from the flood of amber seed and she let out a low groan of bliss.

Arruk fidgeted restlessly as Allishaaee leaned back in Aisshaee’s embrace, one hand caressing her rounded belly, the other squeezing her own erection like a vice. “Goddesses have mercy, you are… enormous.” She crooned, “You’ve cum enough to put all three hundred of my daughters to shame.”

“I’m glad you approve, my queen.” Aisshaee purred, continuing to gently press her hips up and down into the sticky mess of her new bride’s asshole. “Now, I can’t do all the hard work for you. Arruk! Bring a goblet!”

Arruk started at the sudden command, tearing her eyes away from the delicious golden puddle forming on the ground at her owner’s feet. “Me?”

“You.” Aisshaee growled, “Bring a goblet to me, now.”

Arruk pouted with confusion, but happily took a small, wide cup from one of the younger dryads and hauled her pregnant form to her queen’s feet, presenting the little wooden chalice expectantly. The Queen smiled down at her before gripping Allishaaee by the hip and thigh. “Let’s turn you around, your majesty.”

The newcomer had time to frown in confusion before Aisshaee twisted her, still firmly sat upon her cock. Allishaaee whined as she was turned, moving with Aisshaee’s help until she was sat in the queen’s lap, facing Arruk’s expectant face and the adoring crowd of onlookers.

“Arruk be a dear and hold that steady for me.” Aisshaee smiled before nibbling at the newcomer’s pointed ear. One slender, taloned hand slipped over the soft green of Allishaaee’s belly before grabbing her by the pole hard enough to make the poor flustered monarch squeak.

“I’d heard you were… nyah… formidable.” The new queen cooed, looping one arm behind Aisshaee’s neck and joining the queen’s hand with her other. “The stories my girls told me didn’t do you credit.”

“In fairness, the poor things could barely walk after we’d finished our talks.” Aisshaee chuckled, stroking up and down Allishaaee’s cock, hand in hand with her new bride. “Now, let’s hurry this along, shall we? I’m in the mood to breed.”

“Hm.” Allishaaee moaned in agreement, eyes locking onto Arruk’s expectant face just past her bobbing cock.

Both queens’ hands moved faster and faster until Allishaaee hit her peak of ecstasy, gasping with bliss as her cock jerked and began to gush golden seed directly into the cup Arruk was cradling. The ruined orc whined longingly as all that delicious sperm filled the goblet in her hands, it’s warmth so radiant she could feel it glow against her face. It took all of her willpower not to greedily devour every last drop, and then catch whatever was still to come in her gaping mouth as the newcomer shot it down at her. But no, her queen had given her a command, and she was, above all else, a good, obedient pet.

Arruk’s reward for her restraint came as quick as her new queen. Rope after rope splattered into the goblet, it soon began to overflow and before long thick, sticky sperm was oozing down Arruk’s arms, dripping onto her heaving chest, and sliding heavily over her pregnant gut. Allishaaee let out one final whine of need and shot her final rope squarely across Arruk’s blushing cheeks, gluing one eye shut and making the desperately hungry orc groan with longing.

“My, what a productive prick you have, my queen.” Aisshaee purred, straightening up and letting the newcomer gingerly extract herself from atop her pole. “Now, hand me that Arruk, and then clean yourself up.”

“Yes your majesty, thank you your majesty!’ Arruk beamed, eagerly passing the sticky, overfilled chalice to her owner before beginning to enthusiastically tongue her own fingers. She was so busy devouring every droplet sticking to her skin that she almost missed the sight of Aisshaee bringing the chalice to her lips and smoothly draining it to the very last drop in one long, elegant draught.

“Hm, interesting.” She hummed to herself, smacking her lips. “Much lighter and more delicate than mine or my girls.”

“Well, our lands are much less rugged and dense than your mountains.” Allishaaee smiled.

“Indeed they are.” Aisshaee nodded before looking down at Arruk. “What do you think, dear?”

“Ugh… sho… good.” The orc smiled happily, halfway through licking up the sperm that had dribbled onto her udders. Both queens laughed down at the broken creature at their feet, lapping spunk from her green flesh.

“She’s certainly… spirited.” Allishaaee hummed.

“Arruk lives to please, if only to feed her own greed. She’ll obey any order so long as there’s a promise of sperm for her to devour.”

The new queen’s brows raised with curiosity. “Any?”

“I’m yet to find a limit to her obedience.” Aisshaee purred, stroking her palms down her new lover’s hips, grabbing her by her bubbly ass and resting her chin on a shoulder. “But we’ll have plenty of time to see just how far we can push our little whore before even her broken little mind finds a limit she can’t cross.”

Allishaaee smiled and leaned back against her bride, enjoying her hands on her ass and her breath on her nape. “So, my queen, what shall we do now?”

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“Gluck, Gluck, Gluck, Gluck, Gluck…”

Arruk couldn’t breathe.

She couldn’t move.

She couldn’t think.

Her ruined, primitive little brain had lost even the pathetic excuse for intelligence she usually managed to hold together. All that she was aware of was pleasure coursing through her, pain flaring in her throat, her seed-swollen womb aching as it was battered, and the warm ooze of dryad sperm dribbling from her orifices.

The queens had descended on her like wild animals, sinking their talons into her pliant flesh, grabbing and clawing and beating her wobbling green frame before finally filling her. Aisshaee had grabbed her by the braids and forced her lips to the base of her queenly cock in one vicious thrust, stretching out Arurk’s throat and immediately beginning to buck her hips as hard and fast as she could. Allishaaee gripped her fleshy ass tight enough for her talons to draw blood, and pressed her own erection into the drooling slit of Arruk’s cunt.

In an instant Arruk had gone from cooing and smiling up at her queens, to being bounced between them on her hands and knees, udders jiggling and pregnant belly bouncing with every hard, hungry thrust into her body.

Her vision was nothing but gold and stars as bright lights mingled with the sheen of dryad cum seeping into her eyeballs. Lack of air and pain made her ears ring and the bright lights throb in front of her, but her loyalty and ravenous greed for the sweet, addictive syrup kept her docile and still.

The queens had mingled their essences, each taking the other into their very lifeblood, and now that their colonies had merged, a new breed of dryads would soon join the family. Arruk’s body, once towering and muscular, had been transformed through her years of abuse and corruption, into the perfect breeding pit for Aisshaee and Allishaaee’s daughters to grow.

The creature that had once been an orc gurgled and spat as her throat was plugged by dryad cock so hard and so fast that her gasping breaths drew more sperm than air into her lungs. Her legs, once as thick and sturdy as tree trunks themselves, quivered and jiggled with soft green flesh, twisting inwards as Arruk lost herself and went limp. Her feet and arms dangled lifelessly as she was put to use, swaying back and forth with each thrust into her body, matching the hypnotic roll of her immense life-filled belly and milk-laden udders.

Cum erupted into her over and over again as time lost all meaning. It poured down her throat, bloated her stomach, coursed through her cunt and into her womb, packing her fuller and fuller until green flesh couldn’t contain it and it began to overflow her.

Syrupy golden nectar oozed from every hole it could escape from. Arruk’s nose, her lips, her eyes and ears, her stretched cunt and winking asshole. As the younger dryads watched in awe, awaiting their turn, some even imagined that the golden sheen of sperm glistening over the orc’s skin was seeping out of her pores themselves, a thick, virile sweat of baby making seed.

It might have been days or weeks or months, but at last every dryad in the colony had taken their turn at least twice with what Arruk had become. The wreck of a woman sat immobile at her queens’ feet, fat and round and smiling. She clumsily craned her neck and nuzzled their legs or their cocks from time to time, always hungry, always wanting to please her owners.

Walking was out of the question with how totally her body had been filled with dryad seeds, and her mind, if it could even be called that anymore, rarely returned long enough for her to remember her own name. She simply sat, or lay, at the feet of the dryads who she knew loved her in the only way anyone could ever love a wretch like her.

She was a toy, not even a pet, something that was used to amuse her owners and then forgotten about until she was needed again.

Arruk didn’t mind.

The tiny part of her that was still a person was just happy that she had a place at all in the court of her new family.