(Commission) The Queen's Conquest. Chapter Two.

A commission from AshenGray.

Whilst her body is fucked and twisted into the perfect seed-barer, Arruk's mind is taken to Aisshaee's realm. Desperate to resist her new mistress to the very last, she challenges the Dryad Queen to a duel, only to soundly defeated yet again.

This chapter has a little violence and a tiny bit of blood if that's something you want to avoid.

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Arruk bared her teeth in a furious snarl, powerful arms straining with effort as she struggled to her feet. She was barely upright, chest heaving, and shoulders slumped, but she refused to concede defeat, not here, not to Aisshaee.

“I… will not… be your slave.” She grunted, listing to one side and threatening to collapse back onto the floor.

Aisshaee raised a neat brow the same dark green as her hair. A lazy smile played over her face. “You’re still so wilful, even drained… I’m impressed.”

Arruk growled and staggered a single step towards the twisting wooden throne. Her eyes vaguely took in a few dozen other dryads assembled around the chamber, some were like the girls who had captured her, others were older like Aisshaee. A pair of Dryads were stood beside the throne itself, curvaceous bodies clad in polished wooden armour and carrying tall curving spears.

She could have taken them under normal circumstances, one good swing of her axe would have splintered their armour and hacked their limbs to kindling. Unfortunately, she didn’t have her axe, or any of the strength she had taken for granted all her life.

Arruk swung a fist at the nearest guard who neatly stepped back, causing the addled orc to overbalance and crash to the ground. She groaned with pain and rage, trembling as she tried to force herself upwards again.

A soft, cool foot pressed down on her head and stopped her. “Please don’t. You’ll only hurt yourself.”

“I… will… kill… you.” Arruk groaned, fighting to move her head from the floor as Aisshaee effortlessly kept her pinned with a single foot.

“Why dear? Why be so violent? I’m only trying to help.”

Arruk forced an impressively might roar from her lips before falling limply onto her face, her limbs refusing to lift her weight in the slightest. She lay sprawled on the smooth floor of Aisshaee’s chamber and seethed in impotent rage, body shaking and tears of frustration begging to be released from her eyes.

The orc heard Aisshaee tut softly and felt the weight of her foot leave her braided hair, but she couldn’t move so much as a muscle. The Queen’s knees dropped into her vision and gentle hands guided her head up, resting her chin on a soft, welcoming thigh. “Oh, my sweet warrior, this must be so frustrating.” She cooed, her tone saccharin sweet and sympathetic even though her eyes were alight with victory. “I know this is scary, but you’ll come to love me in time. Before long you’ll forget all about your tribe and your family, about the outside world completely. Everything you need is within me; you’ll understand that soon.”

“C… coward.” Arruk rasped, the effort to speak almost as taxing as moving herself.

Aisshaee sighed and stroked her braids, “Would it make you feel better if you were defeated in battle, hm? I know being so easily seduced and fucked into submission must be humiliating for a proud orcish girl like you.”

“Give me… my axe… and I will carve you into pieces.” Arruk grunted.

“Of course, dear.” Aisshaee smiled, gently bringing her palm to Arruk’s panting lips. Water welled in her cupped hand as if it were seeping from inside her, filling her palm until it was just about to overflow and The Queen tipped it into Arruk’s helpless mouth.

The orc spluttered as stinging-cold water rushed past her teeth and onto her tongue. In an instant she had rolled away from The Queen and shot to her feet before she had even realised what she was doing. She blinked with sudden confusion. She felt… good, strong… more than strong, she felt powerful.

“What was that?” she growled, wiping her mouth with the back of a hand.

The Queen smiled charmingly and folded her hands behind her back. “Water.” One of her guards threw her spear to Arruk, who caught it in surprise. “Come, strike at me.”

“You are unarmed.” Arruk frowned, glancing at the watching crowd of Dryads, they seemed to have multiplied since she first came in, now numbering far too many for her to count.

Aisshaee flashed a smile and wiggled her fingers, each baring an inch-long talon of razer-sharp wood. “Never, my love.”

Arruk bared her teeth and snapped the spear over her knee, brandishing the blade as a makeshift sword before lunging forwards. Her weapon whistled as it cut through the air, hurtling down towards Aisshaee’s smiling face. In an instant, The Queen was no longer in her path, and was stabbing a finger into Arruk’s shoulder.

Arruk roared with pain and swung a wide arc. The Queen went from being moments from death, to neatly sweeping under the orc’s arm, to piercing her belly with the same finger in a blur of movement.

Dark green blood seeped from Arruk’s abdomen as she howled with pain and rage and frustration. Another strike towards The Queen, this time a straight shot, the point of her blade coming squarely towards her soft, svelte belly. The Queen pirouetted and ducked, slashing Arruk’s thigh as she completed her spin and coming bouncing back up with a smile on her face.

Arruk crashed to one knee and made one last desperate swipe. The spear’s edge came a finger width from Aisshaee’s side before she moved, springing into the air and rolling onto the ground. Five bladed fingers darted upwards and bit into Arruk’s outstretched arm like her flesh was warm butter.

The spear clattered to the ground as Arruk bawled with agony, clutching her forearm as her lifeblood spattered the ground. The duel had lasted less than ten seconds, and Arruk was defeated yet again.

She cried openly, tears finally escaping from her and coming rolling down her green cheeks as she howled and lunged at The Queen, fingers outstretched and tusks ready to impale. Aisshaee caught her by the shoulders as she lumbered towards her, lifting her into the air as if she were a baby before bringing her crashing down onto her back with enough force to splinter the wooden floor.

As Arruk lay dazed, The Queen shrugged her dress from her shoulders and took her seat on the defeated warrior’s belly. She lowered herself to Arruk’s throat and kissed her sweaty flesh before speaking. “You’re mine, sweet.” She purred, fangs bared and gently grazing Arruk’s skin. “Fair and square.”

“N… no.” Arruk whined petulantly, raising an arm to grab at The Queen. Her movement was sluggish, both from her severe beating and increasing blood loss. Aisshaee gently took her arm and patted her fondly.

“Yes.”

She brought her lips to each of her wounds in order and tenderly kissed them, erasing each without a trace. Arruk whimpered as The Queen nuzzled to her belly and kissed away the cut on her abs, lingering for a moment to coo and fuss over the rippling green muscle beneath her. “I’m a generous queen, love. See?” she whispered, grinning widely as Arruk trembled under her touch.

The orc barely fought back at all as Aisshaee pushed her legs apart and rested her throbbing cock over her belly. She had enough strength left to turn her head, determined not to watch as The Queen defiled her once and for all.

A positively kitten-like mew escaped her as Aisshaee pressed her head inside her folds, followed by a gasp as every last inch of softwood cock followed in one sharp thrust. Arruk could feel the damn cock press against the inside of her womb as The Queen hilted herself inside her for all to see.

“Ah.” Aisshaee sighed blissfully, gripping Arruk by the hips and basking in the sensations for a moment. “My love you are so tight.”

Arruk didn’t respond, both out of spite and out of fear that if she opened her mouth she’d moan and give the crowd watching exactly what they were waiting for. She bit her tongue and clapped her hands over her breasts, trying to hide the mighty globes of titmeat from the leering crowd of tree people.

The Queen laughed and began to thrust deep. Wide, full hips smacking against muscle and green skin with a satisfying smack. Arruk was as thickly haired beneath her belt as she was above it, and Aisshaee hummed at the pleasing sensations of thick curls tickling her cock as she fucked her prize.

Arruk realised she was wet and flushed with humiliation. She ground her teeth harder down into her tongue, trying to ignore her breasts jiggling and swaying with each thrust of The Queen into her sopping cunt. Aisshaee simply enjoyed the feeling, she would drink Arruk’s arousal just as eagerly as she drank the sacred water that fed her tree and her brood.

“Oh Arruk, such a good little slut you are.” She cooed teasingly, laying herself flat over her pet orc’s belly as she pounded her harder and harder by the moment. “You’re not even fighting anymore.”

“I… am not a slut.” Arruk grunted sharply.

“But you’re enjoying my cock so much!” Aisshaee gasped in mock surprise, “And you’re squeezing your lovely breasts so eagerly!”

Arruk jerked her hands away from her tits immediately. She hadn’t been groping herself at all, just gripping her flesh to hide her nipples, but in a moment of stupid embarrassment she had once again been defeated by The Queen.

“Ahhhhhhh.” Aisshaee sighed with delight, sinking her hands into the soft, squishy masses of Arruk’s bust, kneading her tits like dough, like a kitten pawing its blanket. Arruk gasped at the sudden sensation and arced her back, whining as Aisshaee buried herself deep and sank her face between her tits.

“This is lovely, isn’t it?” The Queen purred after a few moments spent smothering herself in orcish udders. “I’m having such a wonderful time.”

“I… hate you.” Arruk whispered.

“Not for long.” Aisshaee promised. “Soon you’ll love me, worship me… soon I’ll own you.”

“No… no you wooouuuugh!” Arruk began before howling as Aisshaee thrust into her and released the first of many loads of her seed. Golden sperm, almost painfully hot, rushed through Arruk’s womb before spilling out of her. A cheer went up from the crowd of watching Dryads, a celebration that their queen and mother had just created new sisters to join their ranks.

Arruk shook as Aisshaee easily manhandled her into a new position, squeezing her eyes shut as she lay on her side, the dryad queen pumping into her gold-leaking pussy with devious glee. She could hear the chatter of the dryads as she was taken, their cheers and laughter cutting her as badly as Aisshaee’s claws whenever their queen blasted her babymaker with another steaming load of golden seed.

By the time The Queen tired, Arruk was swollen with sperm, looking as pregnant as she undoubtedly was. Aisshaee stretched lazily for a moment before finishing herself off, a few last ropes of cum landing over the orc’s blushing cheeks. She smiled and rested her cock on the girl’s shoulder, raking her fingers through her braided hair and shivering with delight as her pet whimpered beneath her.

“Are you going to keep fighting, or are you going to be a good pet?” Aisshaee cooed, stroking a talon down Arruk’s cheek before gently nicking her chin, a tiny bead of blood swelling up before being brushed away.

Arruk shuddered and forced her eyes up, her bloated belly warm and tingling as her reproductive organs were co-opted by Dryad magics and twisted into an endless source of new seeds. She was pregnant, it was over.

“I’ll… I’ll be good.” She whispered, flinching as Aisshaee hefted her cock and slapped her in the cheek with it. “Please… no more.”

The Queen’s face was split by a delighted grin and she turned away. “Take her to my chambers, girls. Mommy must make sure our new pet is properly housebroken.”

Arruk groaned as she was taken by the arms and dragged away, leaving a trail of golden spunk in her wake.