The Queen's Conquest.

A commission from AshenGray.

Arruk the mountain orc, from my story Welcome To The Family, wakes up in the clutches of Aisshaee, a villainous and seductive dryad queen. As the powerful orcess hunter is rendered helpless, trapped deep within the dryad's tree, her mind is twisted and brought to the Queen's realm so that she can 'entertain' Aisshaee and her clan.

-o-o-o-

Everything was dark and warm and wet.

Arruk’s body ached from head to heel.

A dull, throbbing, pulsing sound filled her ears, like a watery heartbeat hammering at her ears.

She opened her eyes, consciousness creeping through her addled mind as the intoxicating sap of the dryads left her system. The darkness was absolute, even once she’d opened her eyes, and for an instant Arruk panicked.

It was shameful, a mountain orc had no business being afraid of the dark, but waking alone and entombed with scant memories of how she had arrived there made Arruk’s heart flutter with terror. It only grew worse as she tried to move, sweaty emerald muscles bulging and straining but not making any progress against whatever was holding her in place.

A low, angry growl passed her lips, her body shaking with exertion as she pulled her mighty arms as hard as she could before slumping weakly. She took a few breaths in a desperate attempt to calm herself before roaring with rage.

Memories began to return to her, images of strange little creatures and an astonishingly beautiful woman. Traces of greenwood fingers over her flesh, pulling on her hair, sliding inside her. She could feel the aftertaste of mind-numbing sap on her tongue. She strained again against her restraints; her teeth ground tight.

“Release me!” she howled, “Face me with honour or kill me like cowards but do not keep me bound here like some boar in a snare!”

“Ahhhhh.” 

The voice was soft and silky, effortlessly seductive as it whispered into Arruk’s pointed ear. “You’re awake… you slept so long, my love.”

Arruk shuddered, a chill running down her spine as the suddenly familiar voice of Aisshaee slithered into her ears. 

“You… poisoned my mind… made me debase and dishonour myself… when I am free, I will carve your tree apart and use it as kindling to burn your children!”

Something cool and smooth brushed Arruk’s calf, the same softwood texture as the hands of the groping dryads. Arruk could almost hear the pout in Aisshaee’s voice as she spoke. “Didn’t you enjoy yourself, love? Didn’t you come to me willingly?”

“Your words are poison.” Arruk spat, jerking her head away from where the Dryad queen’s voice had spoken. A slender, long-clawed hand brushed through her braided hair, a soft chuckle echoed through the prison.

“It was not my words that lured you to my bosom, my love.” The queen whispered, “A taste of my essence and you came to me like a moth to the flame. I expected such a fine specimen of orc to provide a little more resistance, to be truthful… but to have such a lovely strong girl to hold close when the nights grow lonely? I can hardly complain of such a pleasure.”

“Release me and I will show you resistance.” Arruk snapped, tugging against her bonds sharply. Whatever was stroking against her calf had reached her knee now, its coolness sliding around behind her knee and making her shake. “Your magics won’t work a second time, witch.”

“You are such a brave thing, love.” Aisshaee cooed, “so strong, and not just because of these lovely muscles.” Arruk shivered as a hand slipped over her belly, wooden talons tracing approvingly over every rise and fall of her musclebound abdomen.

“I fear you don’t yet understand what is happening, love. Where you are. Allow me to… illuminate you.”

Arruk blinked as a tiny orange speck began to glow in front of her, a dull little ember that slowly began to shine brighter and brighter. Another ember joined it, and then another. In an instant, countless bioluminescent spores were flickering like candles, lighting the tiny wooden prison Arruk was trapped within.

Immediately it was clear why Arruk hadn’t been able to pull her arms free, her prison was barely wider than her torso, and her arms were sunk to just past the elbow into the rough, twisting bark of the walls. Her feet were encased just the same as she glanced down, but that barely registered as she saw just what it was that had been slithering up her leg.

It was a tentacle, or rather a vine, soft young wood with rubbery green bark, coiling around her emerald flesh and squeezing tight. As alarming as that was, what was worse was the writhing mass of vines twitching and shifting about around every inch of the cramped chamber, hugging the walls, pulsing like veins.

Aisshaee was nowhere to be seen, but her voice continued to whisper into Arruk’s ear so vividly the orc could almost feel her lips against her.

“It’s so rare I have guests within me, I do apologise for the lack of space.” She chuckled softly. “You’ll find the accommodation far more to your liking soon.”

“Get… off… me.” Arruk hissed, watching as one of the vines slowly pulled away from the wall and landed heavily on her shoulder. “I swear I will make you pay for this!”

“Love, as much as I adore your bravado.” Aisshaee sighed, “I think it’s time you accepted you’re outmatched. No amount of strength can break my hold, no mind can withstand my charms… so relax, my dear orcish bride, and enjoy your new life.”

Arruk growled angrily, her mouth opened to scream at her dryad kidnapper and was promptly plugged by a stabbing tendril. The young orc gurgled with surprise as the tentacle forced its way into her throat, her dark eyes widening with shock before orcish instinct kicked in.

Even other orcs were wary about anything dealing with one another mouths, kisses were often brief and wary and oral sex was more or less unheard of, at least for males. The orcish instinct to bite down hard on things that came into reach of their teeth was unbelievably strong, and true to form, as soon as Arruk realised what was happening her jaw clenched hard.

Young, green wood snapped under her teeth as easily as chalk and Arruk heard a hiss from Aisshaee. The pain she inflicted on the Dryad queen was next to nothing ultimately, but still unpleasant, a necessary sacrifice to bring her new Orcish bride under her control. As Arruk’s teeth cut through the tentacle it spewed golden sap from the wound, filling Arruk’s mouth and sliding down her throat.

The orc realised her mistake at once and spat the severed wad of wood out. The instant her mouth opened again another three tentacles rushed forwards and forced their way into her mouth. Arruk howled vaguely as two of the thick rubbery branches tugged her mouth open and the third slithered down her throat.

Gagging and convulsing, Arruk could already feel the sap beginning to do its work, her mind felt slightly fuzzy, even as she pulled against her restraints her arms began to sag limply. She groaned with desperation and thrashed about as much as she could, only for yet more vines to twist around her legs, inching further and further up her body.

“Be calm.” Aisshaee’s voice cooed into her ear. “There’s no need to fear. Relax… just let go.”

Arruk moaned and flexed as hard as she could, her muscles bulging to a coo of approval from the dryad queen. “Oh my, I take it back, my love. Keep resisting… what a titillating show you’re providing.”

The vine slithering up Arruk’s body finally reached its final destination, it’s dull, pointed tip tickling the thick hair that crowned the orc’s cunt. Arruk’s eyes squeezed shut as her folds were parted and the tentacle pressed deeply into her.

The orc’s growls and struggling slowly began to fade as more and more vines began to explore her helpless body. Tentacles of wood ensnared her from head to toe, keeping her in place as her increasingly weaker resistance fought them. Soon Arruk’s head was nestled against the wooden wall of the chamber by tendrils wrapping her forehead, her belly was criss-crossed by yet more, squeezing her belly as she fought for breath.

The tentacle fucking her throat made Arruk splutter and gag, her eyes watering as it pumped into her relentlessly. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the wooden tendril exploring her cunt wasn’t driving her insane with pleasure. The damned thing coiled and pulsed and slithered within her, touching every spot needed to make the young orc moan and whine with lust, and thereby make her gag and choke on the tentacle in her gullet.

Even as Arruk’s eyes lost their fury and her arms went limp, more of Aisshaee’s tendrils attacked her. A second vine pressed into her mouth and down her throat to join the other, the combined stimulus of the orc’s throat and one-another coaxing a slow, steady stream of mind-numbing sap to ooze into Arruk’s system. Below, a half-dozen tentacles set about Arruk’s other orifices. The orc’s green pussy pierced by a second and third vine, stretching her petals and pounding deep enough into her to make her stomach bulge from the intrusion.

As the orc’s womanhood was ravished, her asshole was invaded by the remaining tendrils, coiling around one another, and driving deep into her helpless hole. Arruk whimpered wetly at the pain, her spit and the sap dribbling from her lips as she trembled.

“Let go, my love.” Aisshaee cooed as Arruk groaned and slumped, the tentacles within her fucking her harder and harder. “Let go and come to me.”

Arruk whined vaguely, eyes fluttering and body beginning to roll against the invading tendrils. The taste of sap, as sweet and fragrant as honey, was thick on her tongue, and her thoughts had slowed to a crawl.

As her breasts were wrapped and squeezed a low moan passed the orc’s lips, deep within the tree wall that encased her fists, her fingers twitched with pleasure. More and more tentacles made their way around and inside Arruk, until her holes were stretched to their very limits.

Arruk heard Aisshaee laugh softly as a particularly wet gurgle passed her lips, a fifth tentacle forcing its way into her mouth to join the pulsing, thrusting group. “You’re getting close, love… close to cumming, close to surrender.” The dryad teased. “Don’t be shy… give in to the pleasure.”

As tentacles writhed and pounded into her helpless holes, Arruk began to groan, her body tensing and trembling. Her nipples were tugged on, her pussy filled, her asshole stretched. As Arruk’s clit was gently flicked by a tendril the Orc’s eyes crossed, and her resistance failed for good.

Aisshaee purred with victory as Arruk’s arousal splattered the floor of the chamber, her prey’s mighty bosom heaving with ragged, blissful breaths. In one synchronised moment, every tentacle within the orc’s broken body exploded, spraying her full of corrupting sap. As Arruk’s belly swelled with the sheer volume of liquid, the tentacles in her mouth retreated, having left their payload in her guts.

Arruk was still for a moment before she heaved and spat up a pint of golden sap over her heaving chest. The fuck-drunk orc hiccupped and slumped forwards, unconscious and defeated.

-o-o-o-

Arruk whimpered, feeling hands take her arms and haul her forwards. She was still weak, barely able to open her eyes even as she was pulled along by whoever had found her. The floor beneath her naked, helpless form was smooth and polished, and the room had a refreshing, oddly familiar scent to it. She could hear talk in some foreign language and the soft hiss of flowing water but before she could force her eyes open, she was dropped heavily onto the polished wooden floor with a dull thud.

Forcing her head up, Arruk saw Aisshaee, lounging on a throne of wood, twisting branches ornately guided into an elaborate pattern before re-joining the great pillar of a tree that grew into the ceiling. The queen smiled fondly and uncrossed her legs, reaching down to touch Arruk’s chin with a talon.

“Hello, my love.” She smiled. “Welcome to your new home.”