The Queen's Conquest. Chapter Six.

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As Arruk's resistance begins to wear on Aisshaee, she decides it's time to let the orc know just what the freedom she craves really looks like.

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“This is growing rather tiresome.” Aisshaee sighed, carrying Arruk over her shoulder down the corridors of her palace. Her talons drummed impatiently on the plump green backside of the orc currently howling and thrashing in her grip.

A strong green hand yanked on Aisshaee’s luxurious hair and the queen growled, hoisting Arruk up with one hand before bringing her crashing down onto the ground. “That… is… enough!” she snapped, pressing her foot down against Arruk’s cheek.

“I hate you!” Arruk sobbed.

“Yes yes, I’m well aware.” Aisshaee said tiredly, rolling her eyes. “That Orcish tenacity is growing less and less amusing by the second. How many times will you fail to escape me before you learn to accept that this is where you belong?”

Arruk tried to bite Aisshaee’s foot and earned a kick in the teeth for her trouble.

After four days of constant, brutal and inescapable breeding, Arruk’s willingness and indeed ability to pretend she had fallen under the dryad’s spell had been destroyed. As soon as she had been left unattended she’d made one last break for freedom. She’d not gone unnoticed, but by this point every dryad in the city had enjoyed at least one turn with her, and the sight of her naked, pregnant body brought only jeers and laughter, rather than attempts to recapture her.

At last, Arruk had finally discovered what lay at the edge of the great city.

It was a wall. A wall tall enough that its top was lost in the sky far above, if it had a top at all and didn’t simply go on forever. It was a wall made of tree bark harder than diamond. It was a wall that encircled the entire kingdom.

It was a wall with no gates, no doors, no windows.

It was a wall she could never get past.

She’d miserably traced the curve of the wall for hours, feeling her hope dwindle with every step as she forced herself to keep moving.

Eventually her absence had been noticed, and Aisshaee’s patience had run out. The Dryads of the city soon found her, huddled away in a small alleyway between a temple and the great wall. She’d killed one guard and wounded at least three others, but eventually her fat, pregnant body had been yanked out of her hiding place and dragged through the city back to the palace.

“I will never yield.” Arruk hissed, spitting a wad of blood onto Aisshaee’s gossamer dress. “I will fight until my last breath, until either I kill you or you kill me.”

“Really.” Aisshaee tutted, scowling down at the dark green stain on her iridescent robes. She slipped the thin fabric from her shoulders and sighed, planting her hands on her naked hips. “If you had any idea of what your freedom truly meant, you would beg to stay at my feet where you belong.”

“No price is too high, if it frees me from you.”

The dryad queen sighed and squatted down, reaching out to cup Arruk’s chin. “I’ve been so kind to you. Were you any other I would have destroyed you as soon as your purpose was served, but no… I let you run wild.” She smiled sadly and shrugged. “Perhaps if you knew, you would realise how fond I am of you, my darling Orcish brave? You would appreciate my kindness.”

“Kindness?” Arruk laughed bitterly.

Aisshaee pursed her lips. “Yes.” she said softly before smiling wickedly. “Allow me to show just how kind I’ve been.”

The world seemed to melt away and Arruk toppled forwards, sinking into what had been the floor and scrabbling desperately for any kind of purchase. Aisshaee’s arms wrapped around her from behind and she howled in anger, finding herself suddenly paralysed. She could feel the dryad’s fingers squeeze hungrily at her breasts, feel her cock, hard and hot and hungry, pressing between her cheeks. Aisshaee’s breath tickled her nape and she opened her mouth in a silent roar of frustration.

“You don’t believe I’ve shown mercy?” the queen breathed into her ear. “You don’t think that your situation could be worse? That there are no cruelties I can make you suffer through?”

Slowly, Arruk’s eyes began to adjust to the dark, and she saw what Aisshaee had brought her to see.

“My darling, keeping you at my side is the greatest mercy I can offer.” Aisshaee smiled.

Arruk felt her breath catch in her throat as she saw herself. Her real body, standing there in the bowels of Aisshaee’s tree exactly where it had been when she had last seen the world she’d been born into.

She barely recognised herself.

There were shapes that might have been her arms and legs growing out of the edges of the chamber, coarse bark and hard wooden flesh consuming Arruk’s mighty legs to the mid-thigh and her arms to her elbow. Her biceps were left bare, no doubt by design, small, dainty tendrils of wood stroking and curling around the magnificent muscles adoringly.

Her arms and thighs were the only muscular parts of her body left, everything else was soft and pliable and fleshy like one of the elder broodwives of Arruk’s old clan, the ones who had served out the great wars by breeding over and over until they were more animal than orc, only capable of thinking about their duty to bolster the ranks of the clan even after the wars were distant memory.

Each of Arruk’s breasts could have comfortably held her own head inside with room to spare, each one a great green orb of flesh that was only spared from hanging down to her thighs by the many tentacles wrapping them. Her flesh pushed against its bonds, her tits trying their best to squeeze free through the gaps between each strong rope of wood. At the tip of each green mass was what had become of her nipples, thick and hard and as dark as pine needles. A tendril had slipped over each distended nub of flesh, softer and smoother than the others that bound Arruk’s form, it was a pale amber in colour, as if Aisshaee’s sap had been hardened and woven into a semi-transparent tube, like glass, but with all the flexibility of a willow whip.

As Arruk watched, the tentacles coiled and squeezed at her monstrous mammaries, coaxing a steady stream of pale white milk from her inch-long nipples. What little pearly nectar managed to leak past the ‘mouth’ of the slender amber tendril suckling her teats rolled gently onwards, down the curve of her bloated udders before dripping down onto the equally inflated swell of Arruk’s belly.

Once upon a time Arruk’s abs could have broken the knuckles of anyone foolish enough to try and hit her, now it was more likely the fist would squish into the great soft mass of flesh and get lost.

It wasn’t just that Arruk was pregnant, although she certainly was, it was that her belly was host to more than just seeds. Had only the hundred or so seeds resting happily in her womb and stomach lay within her, Arruk might have passed for being pregnant with twins, but all those seeds required nourishment, both physical and magical. Pints and pints of Aisshaee’s own sap was pumped into Arruk constantly, each drop of syrupy-thick liquid feeding the seeds as they grew and matured, bathing them in magical energies, linking their minds and souls to their Queen Tree’s, like many branches connecting back to one, strong trunk.

Arruk’s body might have been pregnant in the astral world, but however strange and huge she’d become, she was nowhere near close to being as monstrously fat as her real body had become. Her belly could have fit another full-grown orcish woman comfortably, so long as she curled her legs up. It was so huge that it too needed the support of Aisshaee’s tentacles, a lattice of vines woven underneath Arruk’s pregnancy to keep it from dragging her down onto the floor of the chamber. She couldn’t imagine how heavy it must have been, how all of that sap filling her like a living water-skin must have felt.

Underneath her belly she could barely see anything, partly from the shadow her pregnancy cast and partly because of the sheer number of writhing tentacles driving into her holes in a constant, unyielding train of penetration. She lost count at thirty, the hypnotic motion of each one thrusting deep into her once sacred womanhood and untouched pucker one after the other again and again making her dizzy.

It was her face that truly unnerved Arruk though, no matter how her body had been changed, without her face it could have been any poor soul who had been twisted and mutated into a dryad’s personal baby-factory. But no, it was her, her face was clearly recognisable even now. Her eyes, glassy and distant, stared blankly ahead at the wall of the chamber. Her nose leaked a slow flow of amber sap, her mouth too full of tendrils pumping the stuff to let any leak, forcing it to find any other possible exit to relieve the pressure.

Arruk shivered and sobbed, feeling her tears roll heavily down her cheeks as Aisshaee laughed behind her, hands exploring the plump teardrops of her breasts with calm, casual ownership. “You see now, my darling?” she whispered. “You see what I’ve spared you from? In my realm you may look as you please, you need only beg for my action, but here? You are this, and you will always be this until I can no longer keep you alive. You dream of escape every night and day, you think I am cruel because I keep you from it, but see, see what your freedom is?”

“It’s… horrible.” Arruk choked.

“You agree then, you see how kind I am to keep you in my court? To pleasure you? To hold you close?”

“I… I can’t.” Arruk whimpered, sniffing as hot, fat tears poured from her. “I can’t think… it’s too… my head… I can’t.” she sobbed again and felt Aisshaee cradle her belly.

“You will stand here and grow and breed and cum for a century at least, perhaps two if we are lucky, and when your time is done I will embrace your last gift, let your body nourish my roots whilst your bones join the others in my belly.” She whispered. “I can give you consciousness, if you truly desire, let you feel every last second of the years as you wait for death. Or I can give you bliss, a warm bed, a loving family… whatever desires you have I can grant, you need only ask… isn’t that better than this?”

Arruk laughed, it was hardly a choice at all was it? To be a monster alone for eternity, or to be the beloved plaything of a goddess? She laughed again, a crazed, broken giggle bubbling up from her throat until she was shaking with laughter.

“P… please… Your majesty.” She wheezed, kneeling and crying in between bursts of maddened giggles. “Forgive me… I’ve been so silly, haven’t I?”

“It’s only natural, my darling.” Aisshaee purred victoriously, watching the sanity drain from Arruk’s eyes as the poor broken orc laughed and shook at her feet. “Now be a good girl and bend over, let me breed you again. All is forgiven.”

“Y… you’re so generous, My queen.” Arruk grinned, tears streaming down her cheeks as she bent over and wiggled her ass invitingly. “I’ve been such a fool denying you… You’re so kind to me, letting me please you… letting me be your little orcish bitch.”

As Aisshaee pressed her erection deep into Arruk’s sopping hole, the orc’s body twitched. Her glassy eyes rolled upwards as yet more tentacles wound around her, a thin, dainty vine slipping up one nostril and sliding across Arruk’s brain, flooding the orc with pleasure as she finally submitted.

As Arruk’s body came and the latest of countless seeds slipped from her conquered hole, gently ushered away by yet more tendrils into the fertile earth, Arruk bounced her fat green rump on Aisshaee’s cock, giggling and moaning like a depraved whore, no more thoughts in her head other than of how to best please her dear queen.