The Queen's Conquest. Chapter Nine.

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Aisshaee is visited by the queen of another colony, and as is tradition shares Arruk with her as they discuss their business.

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Arruk hummed happily and looked up at her queen. Aisshaee was lounging on her throne, regal and severe. Her gorgeous body was loosely draped in silvery, iridescent robes and a tiara woven out of young green vines was nestled in her dark green curls. Even compared to how beautiful Arruk always thought she was, today she was positively radiant.

Arruk herself was looking good too, certainly more than she usually would at this point in the day. She’d been bathed in the lake, perfumed and pampered, her hair braided with golden flowers. There wasn’t so much as a droplet of dryad sperm on her emerald flesh or the tiniest cut on her body. Her belly was truly massive today, a sure sign that her queen’s children would soon be slipping out of whatever was left of her physical body.

She patted herself and sighed, eagerly anticipating the crashing orgasms that always accompanied her little seedlings.

“What are we waiting for, my queen?” she asked, one hand on her belly, the other wound around her mistress’ calf. “Will your subjects be saying hello?”

Aisshaee chuckled and tousled her hair. “I wouldn’t have you all made up if the girls were just coming to pay their respects.” She smiled as Arruk peppered her hand with kisses. “We have a much more important guest today, my sweet, and I want you on best behaviour, understand?”

“Always your majesty!” Arruk nodded emphatically. “I’m a good girl!”

“Of course you are.” The queen hummed. “And I expect you’ll be richly rewarded for that soon enough.”

The doors to the throne room swung open and a familiar young dryad scampered in. Cheeeil didn’t look a day older than when she’d first rammed her cock down Arruk’s throat, still as spritely and as mischievous as always. “The Envoys are here your majesty!” she beamed, skipping up to the throne and perching herself on Aisshaee’s knee. “Their queen’s super hot.” She whispered conspiratorially.

“Hm, that’s always a plus, I suppose.” Aisshaee sighed. “Let’s hope this one goes better than the last.”

“What’s going on?” Arruk pouted.

“We’re having guests.” Aisshaee said without much enthusiasm.

“Another Queen is coming to see her majesty.” Cheeeil beamed, slipping of her queen’s knee and straddling Arruk’s shoulder.

“a… nuver… queen?” Arruk asked, trying her best to focus whilst Cheeeil rubbed her cock against her cheek.

“Every colony has a queen.” Aisshaee explained, smirking as Arruk gurgled on Cheeeil’s balls. “When a dryad grows up she leaves her mother’s tree and wanders the world before setting down her own roots.”

“Sometimes queens come meet one another and talk.” Cheeeil added.

“Very occasionally.” Aisshaee sighed. “Monarchs tend not to get along so well, but in times when a Colony is in danger or a Queen is in need of something, she may leave her tree and meet with another.”

“Which quite often ends in tears.” A new voice said, low and husky and thickly accented. All three women turned to see the queen in question, flanked by two of her own guards and two of Aisshaee’s. “I do hope I’m not interrupting anything important?”

Arruk’s brows rose as she peered around Cheeeil to look at the new queen. She was tall and beautiful just like Aisshaee, with powerful legs and magnificently broad hips. Unlike Aisshaee she was quite small-chested, the curve of her bosom subtle and elegant, but the differences didn’t end there.

Unlike the deep green of Aisshaee’s skin, this queen’s flesh was a lighter olive hue. Her hair was cut almost to the roots, a pale green crop of fresh green shoots that could be seen underneath the queen’s crown, a twisted circlet or bark and reeds with a veil of thick, broad-leafed water weeds. Her eyes glowed a warm yellow as she observed the trio before her.

“Your majesty.” She smiled, bowing her head. “Thank you for allowing me to visit your court.”

Aisshaee stood and smiled back. “It was only polite.”

The new queen raised a brow and walked forwards, meeting Aisshaee halfway and beginning to admire her. Arruk pursed her lips, watching as the two queens circled one another, taking in every inch of flesh and fabric. “My name is Allishaaee.” The new queen hummed. “Queen of the Shhilshiana colony.”

“In the marshlands?” Aisshaee hummed. “Not the most pleasant of places to set your roots.”

“It’s quiet.” Allishaaee smiled. “My tree stands at the edge of lagoon with the most charming view of the mountains. The nights are clear so I may stargaze, and the soil is fertile so my daughters may thrive. Few wander deep enough to find us, we are safe and happy.”

“I am Aisshaee, Queen of the Chishhii Colony.” Aisshaee hummed. “Welcome, sister.”

“A lovely location, to be sure.” Allishaaee grinned. “A little close to the mountain orcs for my tastes, but I can see you enjoy having them close to hand.”

Aisshaee snapped her fingers and Arruk obediently waddled to her side. “This is Arruk, my court-mare.”

Allishaaee smiled down at the pregnant orc before drawing her hand to a pendant hanging about her neck. She tapped the clear glass and drew a stream of water from inside it. The water whirled and fell to the ground with a splash, bouncing back upwards and taking the form of a girl.

She was pretty and plump, short in stature but broad-hipped and fat-titted. Her body was transparent, made from water itself, swirling and roiling within her shape.

“This is Whuul, my court-mare.” She said, patting the naiad’s watery rump. “Whuul, be a good girl and please our host, won’t you?”

“Yesss , mihstressss.” Whuul breathed, her voice soft and distant. She sank to her knees and slid forwards, opening her lips and squeezing her bust between her forearms. “Use me… your majesty.”

Aisshaee raised her brows and took hold of the Naiad’s head cautiously. Once she was certain her hands wouldn’t slip through the girl’s form, she shrugged her robes off her shoulder and pressed her cock down the watery girl’s throat.

“Arruk, show our guest your skills.” She grunted, biting her lip as Whuul’s throat began to swirl around her cock, milking her like nothing she’d ever experienced before.

Arruk giggled and scurried to Allishaaee’s knees, batting her lashes up at the newcomer who spread her robes to reveal her cock. It was thick and fat and throbbing already, not quite as nice as Aisshaee’s but far from the worst dryad dick she’d had the pleasure of getting stuffed full of. She gave it a soft kiss before wetting her tongue and beginning to slather the fat green pole.

“You’re nice and big.” She cooed softly, patting herself on the cheek with the dryad’s cock. “and so pretty.”

Allishaaee chuckled. “My, aren’t you well trained?” she reached down and coiled a few braids around her fist, tugging Arruk tight against her base. “I’ll admit I’m not overly fond of orcs, but you are just the sweetest slab of meat I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you!” Arruk beamed before opening her mouth and engulfing her pole. Allishaaee groaned as Arruk lips vacuum-sealed around her shaft and her rough green tongue massaged her flesh. Arruk moaned and batted her lashes, wanting to impress this new queen and show off how well Aisshaee had trained her. She bobbed gently, resisting her urge to just inhale dryad dick and focussing on her technique instead. She swirled her tongue, sliding herself back and forth with the firm guidance of Allishaaee’s fist around her hair.

Behind her, she could hear the wet gurgles coming from Whuul as she was face-fucked by her own dryad queen. Arruk felt a sudden flush of jealousy come over her. As far as she was concerned, she was the only stupid broodwhore her queen needed around, all of her holes had been perfectly moulded to please her dearest owner, and now some new skank was daring to try and please the cock she’d dedicated her life to serving?

She turned to scowl at Whuul, Allishaaee’s cock pressing against the inside of her cheek. The chubby water-bitch was slurping along Aisshaee’s dick, knelt on the floor with her tits squeezed between her forearms and her eyes peacefully shut.

“Hm, your pet has a jealous streak, your majesty.” Allishaaee sighed.

“Well, she is our only breeder.” Aisshaee smiled, “I suppose she’s grown used to being the centre of my attention.”

“Perhaps if you’ll allow, she may find herself with new sisters.” Allishaaee said softly, “I would be glad to teach her how to share.”

“You speak as if you’ll be spending some time here?” Aisshaee frowned, arching a brow.

“I would, if you would take my hand in marriage?”

Arruk choked in surprise, eyes watering and spit oozing from her lips as she pulled away from Allishaaee’s cock, wheezing for breath.

“Marriage?” Aisshaee repeated, “You want to join or colonies? Why?”

“Our colony is small and secluded, to tell you the truth I am growing lonely with no one but my daughters and the marsh naiads for company.” Allishaaee sighed, tenderly wiping Arruk’s face clean and bending her over. She rubbed her cock between the mewing orc’s thighs before driving herself inside her. “My daughters told me of this colony. How it’s queen was powerful and beautiful. I see they were not exaggerating.”

“Flattery isn’t going to help convince me.”

“Of course not.” Allishaaee sighed, ramming her hips forwards into Arruk’s fleshy rear. “But I would be honoured to bind our colonies together. Your boldness intrigues me, and I am happy to offer you whatever you desire in return for the imposition.”

“Such as?” Aisshaee smiled, biting her lip as a plume of golden sperm sprayed into Whuul’s throat, the thick sticky liquid dissolving into the naiad’s essence.

“My colony shares it’s land with a shoal of naiads such as Whuul. I’d be happy to offer them to you and your kin.” Allishaaee shrugged. “And… myself, if you would like. It’s been so long since I’ve shared my bed with one who knows my needs.”

“And in return?”

“Your company is all I truly desire.” Allishaaee admitted, oddly shy for someone currently pounding into a fat green bubble-butt and using Arruk’s hair as reigns. “But if you would agree to watch over our lands as well as your own, I would be truly grateful.”

Aisshaee was quiet for a while, the only sounds being the moaning whimpers of Arruk as she smacked her ass back against Allishaaee and the soft watery splashes of Whuul’s cunt as Aisshaee lifted her from the ground and used her like a cheap toy.

After minutes of passionate fucking, the pair had drawn close enough that Arruk and Whuul were mashed together as they were used. Both mares were on their elbows, legs straight and backs arched so their plump rears could be easily pounded. Jealousy had vanished from Arruk’s mind, and she happily kissed the watery mouth of her fellow whore as her guts were filled with yet more syrupy sperm.

She was so entranced that when she and Whuul were dropped to the floor it came as quite the shock. She whined and rolled onto her back, pouting up at the queens as they drew close.
“H… have you decided yet, Your majesty?” Allishaaee asked quietly.

Aisshaee smiled and took Allishaaee by the cheek, pulling her close and kissing her deeply.

“You lack the ego of other queens who have come to me.” she hummed. “In fact, you’re rather sweet.”

Allishaaee’s cheeks blushed a dark green. “It’s been a long time since anyone called me that.”

“Well seeing as you’ll be sharing my bed from now on, you had best get used to it… my queen.”

Allishaaee purred and kissed her again. “I suppose I had better, my queen.” She whispered, before looking down at Arruk. “Shall we celebrate?”

Aisshaee grinned, “I think we shall.”

Arruk beamed excitedly up at the two queens standing over her and obediently spread her legs.