Queen - A November Story

It rained cats and dogs on the day I got the word. I remember it vividly as if that moment was etched into my mind. I guess everyone remembers the day they learn how much time they have to live…

On that day, January 7th, the king knocked on my door. I invited him in and we had a cup of tea, but I sensed something was wrong. The king stopped by my house every couple of months, just like he did with all the people around town, but that was during the summer, and that day was winter…

When he finished his blue cup he thanked me for my hospitality and for everything I did to help around town. I could see his face change, his visage taking a grim turn.

“Is everything in order?” I asked him. He was silent, his face turned white as wax and at first, I thought he was having a seizure. Just as I was about to call the doctor he whispered the words that roared through the room and changed everything.

“The ruffle, it was you, May…”

I don’t remember much after that, I was told I fainted, but I really don’t remember. I woke up in my bed as the sun started to set, Joe sat by my side and sang a nursery rhyme. She hugged me and offered me food, I hardly ate that day. The following morning the king came again, we talked. At the start of the year, the town holds a ruffle, all the names of women over 18 are thrown in a bag and one is pulled out at random. This time, my name came up, I was going to be the town tribute.

I know some towns don’t have tributes like we do, so I’ll take a moment of the few I have left to explain it to you. Our town has a futanari, she is a 20 feet tall beast and all she does is basically lurk in a ruined castle and terrorize nearby towns. Decades ago, our town came to an agreement with our futanari. Once a year, we sent over a single woman, named the town tribute, for the futa to kill and eat and in return the futa left us alone.

And now, two weeks later, here I am, the town tribute. I’m not mad at them, it was a deal everyone living in town accepted, knowing they could be next. Standing before the castle, alone, it was breathtaking, almost surreal. Something seemed off though, the castle’s outside, it didn’t seem like the place a monster lives in. The fields outside were clearly cultivated and used to grow crops. There were also no skeletons lying around like in the stories people told.

I walked inside the castle, enjoying the last moments of fresh air in my lungs. For some reason, tributes were always sent to the futa naked, probably because the clothing would get stuck in the beast’s teeth. I approached a big, open gateway that led to a dark hall. I was instructed to announce my coming and await the futa’s arrival inside.

“I am May,” I called as loud as my voice allowed me, “I have come as the town tribute…”

“Welcome May,” a soft voice came from the darkness, it wasn’t the roar of a futanari, “please, come in.”

It was hard seeing into the darkness of the hall, but as I walked farther in my eyes slowly adjusted. Before me, was something that looked like a throne. A big chair that seemed befitting for royalty. The light from outside fought its way inside the hall and I could see the chair was in good condition, almost new. On it set a girl, her black hair streaming down her slender frame, It was still hard for me to tell her features as my eyes were still adjusting.

“Hello May, nice to meet you,” the girl spoke, “my name is Queen.”

“Nice to meet you, Queen, are you a survivor? Do you know where the futanari is hiding?” I asked.

Queen started laughing, her soft voice echoed off the walls and her gleeful tone filled the room, “I am the futanari…” she whispered.

I started to laugh myself, sneaking looks behind me every few seconds to make sure the beast won’t suddenly jump on me. As the laughter came down I noticed my eyes fully adjusted to the dark. I examined Queen once more. A gasp escaped my lips as I noticed her crotch. Between the girl’s slim legs, a cock unlike anything I ever saw slithered onto the fabric of the chair. The thing was clearly flaccid, but it was as thick as my thigh.

“I…” it was hard to string the words into a sentence, “I don’t understand, what’s going on? where is the beast?”

“There is no beast,” Queen whispered, “your king lied to you, May.”

I couldn’t help but gasp, my mind still racing from the fear of death and the realization something was off. My eyes were locked onto the only thing that somehow made sense, Queen’s cock. It was about a foot long, possibly more.

“Your king once had a mate... I was his Queen…” she explained, “but he struggled, couldn’t accept his beloved Queen had a little something extra,” she gestured between her legs.

“The king was married once?” I wondered, unsure if this was a hoax or if she was serious.

“I know it’s a lot to take in all at once,” Queen whispered as she got up from her chair and walked over towards me, “I think seeing this place and all the magic that happens here will help you understand things better.”

Queen stood no more than 2 feet away from me. I couldn’t help but flinch, expecting she’d harm me in some way. Instead, the beautiful futanari gestured away to a door on the far wall. She started walking and I followed. I couldn’t imagine what horrors she was hiding in this castle of hers.

As her hand grabbed the knob and turned the door open she looked at me with a smile. This room, unlike the hall, was lit with sunlight. The room was huge, bigger than the hall. I wanted to scream when I saw what was inside, but my mind couldn’t function, I couldn’t move.

Below me were about a hundred women. Some walked around, others traded goods, others still rested on strangely stuffed bellies. Inside the coordinated dance that was taking place below me the voices of children echoed off the wall, numerous boys and girls played around gleefully.

Once everyone noticed Queen’s presence the hall quieted down. All eyes were on her, and she was aware of it. She took a valiant step forward and spoke.

“Hello lovers,” she called, “I want you to accept May, the new tribute. I invited her to see us and stay with us so she’d know what she was getting into. I’m sure you’ll welcome her like the family she is.”

People cheered and I felt slightly embarrassed, but Queen went on.

“Today is The Day of The Moon my beloved. Today, we have the privilege of witnessing Helen as she joins our fold.” Queen finished and the people below cheered wildly.

“Helen?” I wondered, not believing my ears, “Helen Horn? The florist?”

“Yes, do you know her?” Queen inquired.

“Of course, she was last year’s tribute, I can’t believe she’s alive…” a smile crept onto my face.

Queen gestured again and I followed her downstairs to the floor. We walked amongst the other ladies, each and every one of them sent Queen a kiss as she passed them, and she returned a smile. Soon, we reached what looked like a plaza of sorts, the ceiling above us opened to let the sun in.

In the middle of the plaza was Helen. She didn’t look anything like I expected her to look after a year as a tribute. She looked like a person who lived well, her skin was smooth and shiny, and her body was full in all the right places. Her blonde hair grew wildly and now reached her firm ass.

“Hello, lover,” Queen greeted her.

“Queen, is it time already?” Helen asked, she didn’t sound nervous.

“Yes, Helen, the time has come…” Queen took a step closer to Helen.

“Thank goodness!” Hellen almost cried, “I thought I couldn’t wait another second.”

“May, please stay close by, I don’t want to force you against your will, but I want you to see Me and Helen, it will help you understand,” Queen said, looking at me.

Something inside me told me to run, told me to escape while I still had a chance. Helen closed the gap and hugged Queen, the two kissing passionately. I was fixated, locked in a haze that I didn’t really understand. The two women hugged and I could see Queen’s cock, it was massive already, and before my eyes it was growing even bigger. The thing was so big it emerged behind Helen’s thighs and pressed between her ass cheeks.

As more people started together and watch I realized Queen was going to have sex with Helen, right before my eyes. Queen pulled away, her length rubbing against Helen’s moist slit, leaving the cock wet. The futa grabbed Helen’s hand and flipped her around. Helen flowed with the motion and instinctively bent over, exposing her pussy to Queen.

The huge cock pressed against the tiny slit as the people cheered the two. Queen forced herself in as Helen screamed and moaned, her flower stretched and pulled open by a cock as thick as her thigh.

I wanted to look away, not to watch Helen being ravaged by Queen and her huge cock, but I couldn't. Queen lifted Helen up, supporting her weight on her shaft. As the two turned to face me I could notice Queen’s cock, outlining Helen’s abused pussy and womb. The shaft reached all the way up to between Helen’s breasts.

The people around me were in a frenzy, screaming for Queen to use them too after she was done with Helen. I suddenly noticed Queen’s body locking in place, her cock pulsing wildly as both Helen and she broke into an orgasmic scream. It took me a moment to grasp what I was seeing, what was happening before my eyes. It was then that the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place.

The bulge on Helen’s body was shaped into a round orb. Queen was coming inside her, filling her with an amazing amount of cum. It was so much it inflated Helen’s midsection as her cock audibly pumped even more cum inside the woman, her thickness keeping Helen plugged.

The whole thing lasted forever, Helen grew bigger and bigger as Queen just kept coming. I have no idea how long it lasted, but when Queen was done Helen blacked out, her belly as big as a house.

Queen pulled her still erect cock out of Helen, it stood in line with her eyes. Out of Helen’s gaping pussy came a torrent of cum and I realized what happened to the other women I saw earlier, where all the little boys and girls came from.

Queen walked over to me, stopping only when her cock pressed up against my face and smothered my figure with the thick remnants of her cum.

“Hi May, ask Helen how it felt when she wakes up,” Queen whispered softly, “If you want, that can be you next year.”

I couldn’t produce more than a murmur of agreement as I noticed my slit was soaking wet, dripping down my thighs.

“I have other girls to take care of for now, think about it,” Queen said with a smile, “We can talk next week, I think I’ll be done by then…” And with those words Queen grabbed the girl next to me and went to work.