Ariela, Queen of her recently conquered Northern lands, sat perched on her jewel-studded throne reading the letter through, again and again, trying to decide if what it claimed was true. He had been found, it said.
She had fought hard in a brutal conflict to reclaim her stolen throne and with it the Kingdom that she now ruled in a new budding empire of darkness. But at the end her foes, the so-called ‘heroes’, had spited her at the last turn, rushing from her grasp the object of her more physical desires. A foreigner of sorts, as none in her kingdom were as perfect as he had been. Vibrant red hair like living fire. A feminine nature that put even her attractiveness to shame. A quietness and meekness that drove her lust and desire beyond that of the mere power she sought and instead to needs of the flesh.
And those petty fools had ensured his escape, allowing him to travel freely in the lands abroad from her newly established borders. It had been months since he had vanished and Ariela had not been dormant in her search. As she consolidated her power on the throne she had sent out her spies in droves to scour the Kingdoms far and wide, to find her lost would-be Prince and to return him to where he belonged. By her side and on her cock.
This new missive could not be denied. Her spies reported that there were rumors beginning to circulate in the misshapen mess that was the so-called city of Yulani that, even among that jumbled mess of unorganized species a single individual was standing out. Working at, of all places, a tavern.
She read the description her spies had uncovered yet another time. It fit, it had to be him. In her heart, she knew there was only one such person in all the lands that could fit such beauty, her own beloved. She would reclaim him, tear him away from what little meager life he had developed in his hiding and bring him back into the fold, to be her lover and plaything.
“I will see to this myself.” she declared to the few attendants who dared, through no choice of their own, to accompany her during her brooding sessions in the throne room.
Standing gracefully she stalked down the steps to her throne and shot a glare at her steward. “I will be gone for a few days and will return with my new Prince. You will not disappoint me in managing the Kingdom in my absence, or I will not disappoint you in the length of time I can submit a man to suffering without the sweet release of death.”
She didn’t wait for a reply, knowing whatever it would be would be blubbering and cowardly. Instead, she stalked down between the dark finery of her hall and cast open the doors to her balcony. Standing on it she leaned forward against the railing, feeling the cool air wash against her face.
Without hesitation she flung herself from the railing, feeling the air circle around her as her form shifted and changed, the palace attendants left only to gawp at their Dark Mistress as she circled, shape changed into that of an ebony feathered eagle cast into the sky and aimed like an arrow towards Yulani.
Scarlett let out a soft little whimper as he awoke, fingers clawing at the bed sheets as he felt a range of sensations that were becoming comfortably familiar.
The softness of a bed under his body, hugging him with his warmth, caressing him with its soft fabric, the coolness of the air against the nape of his neck, the sound of the early eager birds in the background, the rocking as his body was pushed up and down on the bed, the fullness of his ass as a cock was pushed in and out of him, the heavy, soft fullness of Mayla’s impressive bust resting on his back.
In the few days following his encounter with Ri, her venom had persisted on within his system, slow to leave he had found himself almost insatiable, a condition that Mayla had insisted could only be fucked out of him.
While part of him wasn’t sure if that sounded right, he didn’t much care, the sensations brought to him from her cock hammering in and out of his tight little love hole as she rested atop of him, kissing his back and squeezing his cheeks with her hands as she fucked him felt too good to deny.
That and he genuinely liked Mayla, she had been so kind to him since he had arrived, giving her an amazing deal in her offer of board and bed in exchange for work and allowed him to spend evenings with some of the unique and interesting clients! She had done so much for him he wanted to do something in return for her and he knew, as he moaned out softly and pushed his ass up and back against her that he could at the very least give up his ass to her once or twice a morning. And afternoon. And even evening, if she had the stamina for it..
“A-ah.. G-good mmm.. Good morning.. Mayla..” he whimpered breathily, working his hips back against her as she filled him time and time again, her thick cock pushing deep into him, her heavy full sack pressing against his smaller purse as they met with each thrust, her nipples hard and pressed into his back.
“Mm.. Morning.. Honey.. Fucking.. Take it..” she panted back, her hair lying about her face as she rode him, indulging herself in her employee’s perfectly thick ass.
“F-faster..” he squeaked excitedly, arching his back to emphasize the curves of his rear for her, knowing what to do to drive her mad.
She was all too happy to oblige, her body working from memory as she watched her impressive tool vanish again and again inside his sweet delicate rear, his hole visibly stretching to accommodate her, but never any less tight for the amount of cock it took.
He bit his lip and writhed, his own cock painfully erect beneath him, rubbing into the sheets of his bed with each of her deep thrusts, drawing him closer and closer to his own climax.
He was so close! Just a few-
“A-ah!!” Mayla gasped, pressing herself deep into him, hilting herself, feeling every inch of him caress her, squeeze her, milk her as she came inside of him.
He felt it, his toes curling as he felt each hot rope of cum stain his insides, she was so deep, he was so close! He hoped each pulse of her eager cum would be enough to just tip him over the edge, but frustratingly, his fire dimmed, so close to the edge it began to pull him away.
Frustrated, but in another way satisfied he collapsed under Mayla, her weight on his back, the softness of her curves and heaviness of her heaving chest resting on is skin, a layer of sweat between them as she panted, breath hot against his neck.
“O-oh.. Gods.. Scarlett..” she panted, pushing herself up with her hands, leaning back so her cock ever so slowly started to withdraw from him.
As keen as Mayla was she didn’t compare in terms of stamina to the Naga he had encountered. He wondered where on the spectrum they both lay. With only two races to go off he couldn’t tell whether it was odd that Mayla only lasted a little or if it was odd that the Naga had lasted so long, he had to start enticing new subjects. Partners.
He rolled onto his back, long red hair splaying out over his pillow as he looked up at the standing Mayla. Despite his frustration from not finishing himself, he couldn’t help but flash her a playful smile, his own cock starting to soften against his stomach, not that she paid it any attention.
“Well, a good morning to you too..” He purred and stretched his arms and legs out, displaying is litheness.
Mayla grinned a little, eying his display, if she hadn’t just fucked him she’d have thought he was trying to entice her, but she was starting to learn that Scarlett’s flirtation wasn’t probably intentional. The movement of his body, the tone of his voice, he did it all so naturally, he wasn’t probably even aware he was doing it at all.
“Not long until we open.. Should be another busy day.” she commented, wiping herself down with a cloth before she started to dress, her clothes having been discarded at the foot of his bed.
He smiled, excited at the chances it might bring to meet new people, talk to ones that were becoming familiar, and spend the day exploring not only the culture of the city but explore himself too, as as much as he continued to surprise Mayla, he continued to surprise himself.
After washing, applying his make-up, sorting his hair and dressing he arrived on the main floor, instantly drawing the attention of the early morning guests there for breakfast, preparing to leave from the Inn or just in for an early stare.
As he approached the counter Mayla set a coffee down in front of him, sweet and white as he loved it.
He smiled prettily to her, drawing a blush as it often did when she first saw him all made up for work and he picked up the cup, taking a slow loving sip of the glorious drink.
“Mm.. It’ll be a busy day.. But the mornings are usually quiet, no?” he asked, tilting his head curiously, knowing the answer having worked here for a few days now.
Mayla pursed her lips as she wiped down a glass, looking around the room before shrugging, “Well. Yeah, I suppose so. Why?”
He smiled some glancing around, “Well.. I mean I've hardly been out since I got here, save to fetch produce from the market and draw water from the well.. I was thinking I’d just take a wander for a couple of hours?.. I’ll be back before lunch!”
Mayla hesitated, eying Scarlett, seeing the sparkle of excitement in his eye, the constant desire to experience and to learn. And yet she felt an uncertainty creeping over her. She hadn’t exactly been entirely truthful with Scarlett about their work ‘contract’, or a lot of other things, truth be told. She’d denied him some basic things, like… Well, a salary. Or the right not to sleep with whomever she told him to.
She felt a little pull on her heartstrings. He was so naive and innocent and she was growing the resent the way she treated him but at the same time her lust for him and her growing distrust that he would leave her fed her to be overly protective.
“...Okaay…” she said, voice hesitant, “But don't talk to anyone while you’re out there, there's a lot of people out there who might want to hurt you, they won't all be as nice as our guests here..” she said, her reluctance bleeding through into her voice.
He seemed to hesitate himself, not having thought of any dangers, having enjoyed the peace of the Tavern. For one sweet moment Mayla thought he might’ve changed his mind, but his expression became determined and bright.
“It’ll be fine! I came here under cover of night, I traveled for weeks from my lands, I’m sure I can handle the streets in broad daylight.” He nodded, finishing his coffee with a long swig.
Mayla let out a tiny resigned sigh, but nodded, putting on a smile. “Well.. Have fun then I suppose.”
He nodded and stood, making for the entrance of the Tavern and setting out into the light, hitting the streets and leaving The Thorned Rose behind him.
As he stepped outside into the sun he felt the warmth of its rays seep into his skin. Reaching up he pulled his hair back, using a bobble from around his wrist to tie it back into a ponytail as he continued his walk.
It was different but similar. As in the tavern wherever he passed every eye turned on him, the difference was the variety. A whole host of races kept him constantly curious, centaurs, lizardfolk, even a couple of giants! That, and the male gender. Mayla seemed to cater to a very particular clientele, especially in the evening. And while the place wasn’t without male patrons, out in the open there seemed to be more men than women, though the looks were just as leering.
Deciding to take a break from the sun and the stares he stepped into a quaint-seeming tavern, The Sun Stone, and made his way through the scattering of patrons to the bar. The air was cooler though the smell of stale ale was ripe, causing him to momentarily wrinkle his sensitive nose. As he entered, as he had expected the room fell almost silent, all eyes on him.
The landlord, a tall man with dark slicked back hair and a chiseled jaw, for his credit, didn’t spit out his mouthful of ale as Scarlett entered, he merely choked on it.
Scarlett eyed the man curiously as he stepped up. The landlord was eying him as casually as he could, while he coughed and thumped himself on the chest with a meaty fist. Scarlett doubted the man would have a weapon behind the bar like Mayla, or a brute squad at the door in the evenings. A man this strong was the brute squad.
“Um.. Do you have anything to drink that isn’t alcohol?” Scarlett asked in a light and airy voice.
The landlord held up a thick finger, still coughing, and turned around.
After a few moments, and a few more coughs he turned back, face red as he forced himself not to cough anymore and placed a glass on a table.
The liquid within looked again, like coffee, but as Scarlett picked up the glass he realized it was cool. He raised it to his lips and paused, flushing a little. “O-oh..” He set the glass down, a little disappointed. “I’m sorry, I just recalled I don't have any money on me..”
“It’s.. Erk.. On the house, Scarlett..” the man grunted, clearing his throat and plastering a smile on his red face.
Brightening up Scarlett nodded his thanks and lifted the glass his lips, taking an inquisitive sip. It was sweet! Rich and creamy. “Mm~! It’s good! Thank you.”
The landlord nodded gratefully and turned around to cough once more, much to, Scarlett realized, the bemusement of whom were probably his locals, enjoying his little scene.
He took another sip then paused, eyes squinting a little at the landlord's back.
“Heey.. How did you know my name?” he asked, baffled.
The landlord, face starting to return to its normal color, save for embarrassment, looked back over to Scarlett, equally as confused, “Er.. You’re the Elf lass working down at The Thorned Rose.. Everyone knows of you, specially other barkeepers.. Business got quieter for us once you set up shop there..”
Scarlett flushed with color himself this time and glanced around. “Ooh..” He hadn’t really thought of that. He eyed the crowd around him, suddenly wondering whether or not he had placed himself in a dangerous location by being here.
But instead of the anger or disapproval he had initially expected, he was only met with curiosity and, of course, lust.
Blushing a little stronger he looked back to the landlord and sipped his sweet drink, eying him curiously as Scarlett settled down on a stool, content to stay here for a little while.
“Sooo..” The landlord asked, tossing a cloth over one of his shoulders as he sought for conversation, “Forget your coin at home? I bet Mayla is paying you a pretty penny to keep you there.”
Scarlett blinked curiously and tilted his head, “Pay?”
Mayla glanced anxiously towards the door as she had been every few seconds in between hurriedly serving a guest. It was an hour past lunch and Scarlett hadn’t returned, while many of the patrons seemed disappointed with the lack of the spectacle that Scarlett provided it was nothing compared to the mounting dread now building inside of her.
Had Scarlett gotten lost? The city was rather sprawling after all. Or worse had she been kidnapped? Or tempted away from her? She wanted to go out there and search for her special companion, but doing so would mean shutting the inn. Half an hour more. Half an hour then she would strike out.
She glanced up, back towards the door and saw, to her relief, a shock of red hair, a pair of pointed ears and.. Her mounting relief fell as she saw the stormy expression on Scarlett's usually amicable features.
The bar didn’t quieten as the other had when Scarlett entered, his presence here was, after all, expected and not surprising. But as he walked through the tavern everyone could feel the storm building.
He stepped up to the counter, beautiful emerald eyes meeting with hers and even with the storm in them Mayla couldn’t help but get lost in the two gleaming islands of beauty in what was otherwise a tempest.
“..Um.” she said, uncertainly.
“No salary.” He held up a finger, “Whoring me out.” He held up a second finger, “Forcing me to lay with you.” He held up a third finger, then glanced at them meaningfully.
“Um..” she said again, this time weakly, a rising pit of anxiety forming in her chest. Her worst fears realized as easily as that.
Scarlett shook his head and the anger seemingly drained from his face, leaving only disappointment, betrayal.
“Scarlett… I..” She started, shaking her own head, trying to form a defense, trying to think of some excuse or lie.
He held up his hand to silence her, “I don’t care why, though I can guess well enough. All you care about is coin.”
The bar around them was continuing its chatter, though it was awkward and the conversation of everyone's slightly muted discussion, Scarlett could hear, was their scene.
He turned around then scanning the room. Only strangers to the tavern, seeing him for the first time met his gaze. The others, the regulars who he could now see knew as if it was general knowledge how Mayla had manipulated him couldn’t seem to look him in the eyes. Perhaps ashamed of the small part they played in her charade.
Scarlett felt sick. He had loved it here. Loved meeting new people, learning new things. But everything he had learned, had written down in his diaries had been a waste. He couldn’t trust any of what had come from Mayla anymore. The culture and ways of these people had seemed confusing, but exciting. Now he saw them as only being manipulative, greedy and selfish.
“I’m going to my room..” he said, sullen and more than a little downcast, “Don’t follow me. Don’t send anyone. Don't say anything.”
And with that he swept from the room, hand to his face to hide his expression from the others in the tavern, not wanting them to see him like this, upset, broken.
As he left the conversation in the tavern picked up again slightly, a few awkward coughs and sideways glances at Mayla, registering the shame and upset on her own expression.
Her greed to keep him had pushed him away, she imagined a wire of elastic between them and with each step he took away from her she saw it growing thinner and thinner. How long until it snapped and he was gone for good.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve and let out a heavy, quavering sigh. She would just have to wait and see. She let her mind shut down, focusing instead on the only thing she had, running the Inn. Letting her muscle memory do the work as she suppressed her dread.
Scarlett wiped his own eyes, looking at the streaks of mascara on his arm and felt a flash of anger. He stormed to his room, slamming the door shut behind him and leaning on it, shoulders shaking as he let out a few silent sobs.
Who was he?
He looked up and saw the mirror he used for makeup, standing he moved to it, sitting down and looking at himself.
The feminine face that looked back was quickly becoming a mess of streaked makeup, a visage with watery, doe-like eyes and the grimace of someone trying not to cry.
Why was he so upset anyway? He hadn’t been here long at all. He’d only known Mayla for a few days and she had shared little of who she was or who she had been in the past. He hadn’t shed tears when he had left his own people behind so why now? If he was to leave, which he fully intended to do, he would find a new group of humans, maybe in another tavern and set up there. Maybe the Sun Stone.
He reached up and gently set a lock of his fiery hair behind a pointed ear.
No, he wasn’t afraid of losing his place here at the Thorned Rose. Given her recent betrayal, he wasn’t even that upset about the idea of not seeing Mayla again. Then why the tears?
He stared at himself at the mirror and reached out to it, his fingertips touching those of the reflection, cool and smooth under his tips.
He didn’t care. But she did, the face in the mirror. She might not have been born here, but she had been accepted here, found a place here.
“Scarlett..” he whispered softly, looking at her.
She had always been a part of him, a part of him he had overlooked and pushed back. But here she was free, she was enjoyed, she was the center of attention, not a point of shame and reproach.
Even elsewhere he was sure she would be accepted.. But as welcome as she was at the Thorned Rose with its particular clientele?
“I want to stay..” she whispered.
He shook his head, “But I can’t.. Not now..”
He looked at the reflection, at the face that stared back and looked down, hair falling about his ears.
“I’m sorry..” He said, retrieving a knife from the counter and wrapping his other hand in his hair.
He held the blade to his long, glorious hair, close to the roots and hesitated. With short hair he would look boyish, more masculine. If he stopped wearing makeup, put on a shirt and trousers again. Scarlett would be gone again.
He closed his eyes, steeling himself.
Someone tutted coyly, “Now now Belind.. You’ve grown such beautiful locks, it would be a shame to cut them so.” a voice, behind him.
He spun and stood quickly, elven reflexes serving him as he released his hair brandishing his knife at her. A woman stood before him, though he could swear he had heard no footsteps. She was a beautiful sight to behold, slender and majestic in her figure but with a bust that rivaled even Mayla’s, she wore a fur collared purple dress with corsetry lace down her abdomen accentuating her already impressive figure. The dress was loose on her shoulders and dipped low on the neckline, her breasts barely contained from spilling forth. Her lipstick, necklace and, yes, her crown were all purple, which made the forest green of her eyes all the more prominent.
“I told everyone to leave me alone..” Scarlett frowned, eying the woman uncertainly.
She chuckled wryly, stepping forward, clearly holding no fear for the proffered blade. “Well I'm hardly anyone am I my beloved? Have you been so long in hiding you no longer recognize your rightful queen and lover?”
Scarlett took an uneasy step back, confusion overriding his sadness for the moment. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about lady but if you so much as lay a hand on me I’ll-”
A wave of her hand cut him off, a glow of red and his knife and all but vanished, crumbling to dust in his hand, “You’ll what my love? Oh, I do love your little games though I’d rather not have to play them here and now.. I’ve been so desperate to see you again, let us not dally..”
Scarlett stared wide-eyed at the woman, finding himself suddenly pressed against a wall. Did he scream for help? Did he try to fight? Who was this mad woman? And.. Had she used magic?! His fear was quickly becoming replaced with curiosity.
“I’m sorry but really, who are you?..” he asked again, swallowing meekly as he watched her hands, watching a little trail of purple sparks follow her fingertips.
“Oh come now.. I am you Queen Ariela.. My dearest Belind I conquered your people.. You are my prize, my pet, I remember you being a beauty but my did the southern climate do you well..” she cooed, grinning as she stepped in closer still, moving a hand to rest oh so very possessively on one of Scarlett's hips.
“T-this Belind.. Human, right?” Scarlett pressed, biting his lip as he snuggled back against the wall for safety
She pursed her lips, her bemusement at her perceived games of ‘Belind’ starting to give through to frustration, “Though it seems you’ve developed the mind of a Boar, yes..”
Scarlett reached a cautious hand up and moved his hair back, displaying a prominent ear. “Um.. Elf. Hi.”
Ariela frowned, leaning back and eying Scarlett over very critically. As she did so Scarlett moved his hair back on the other side too, bringing both his pointed ears into view.
She took him by the jaw, gripping it between finger and thumb and tilted his head this way and that, turning it, inspecting him as if he was cattle.
“Open.” she commanded simply.
Scarlett glanced sideways as he obediently opened his mouth, displaying his pearly whites.
She tilted his head back and peered inside his mouth, making a hum of contentedness before sighing, releasing him and placing both her hands on her hips, accusing.
“You aren’t Belind. Do you know how much of my time you’ve wasted? Who are you?” She said.
He closed his mouth and swallowed, looking to her once more. “Er.. Sorry? I’m Scar.. Lett.”
“Scar or Scarlett? Which one?” She commanded plainly.
He shrugged, glancing away.
She eyed him over and let out a long, frustrated sigh, moving to fold her arms underneath her substantial bust. She had come here to find her beloved and take him in every sense of the word. Instead, she had come across what appeared to be a distressed and gender confused Elf-ling who, while bearing a striking resemblance to her precious would be Belind was not in fact him.
“What are you even doing in these lands, Elf?” She demanded.
He shrugged again, “Just wandering.. I just wanted to learn about things. About people and culture and customs..”
From her knowledge of Elves, she didn’t doubt his interests also extended to sex. His kind were prolific to say the least, and also renowned.
She pursed her full lips, eying him over again. A creature so much like her beloved, except, likely, sex-driven. A plan began to form in her mind, perhaps the journey might not be a complete bust. She may not have found her darling, but she could sate her fantasies of her Belind on this lost soul just as easily.
“Well congratulations, today you learn about a Queen.” she said casually, lifting her hands to her shoulders and tugging her top down, revealing an expanse of beautiful skin, her heavy breasts, full and soft falling free of her top as it lowered to his waist.
He perked up, though whether it was at the mention of her title or her not to subtle offer she was unsure, but his eyes quickly strayed between her thighs, though he couldn’t yet see what she had to offer. She raised an eyebrow.
“What is it you expect to see?”
He hesitated, looking up at her. “..I don't know..”
What is it you want to see?..” she asked, smirking as she toyed with him.
He swallowed. “I don’t know..”
“You should be honest with yourself.. Do you even see yourself? I’ve never in all my days met anyone quite so naturally feminine as yourself.” she pursed her lips, “Excusing myself, of course..”
“But.. This isn’t me.. I’m..”
“Lying to yourself and wasting my time, girl. Try embracing who you are. You’ll find it empowering, I’m sure. And you’ll probably even enjoy what I’m about to do to you.”
He watched her with an uncertain gaze, his eyes trailing down to her waist, where the hem of her dress was lowered, exposing her toned firm abdomen.
He stared, his mind turning over and over as he thought about himself. About Scar. About Scarlett. She had so much more fun than he ever had. What was holding him back?
Fear. It was just fear. Fear from letting go of something old, fear of embracing something, something that his own kind wouldn’t be quick to accept, but something that completely changed his future.
Scar swallowed and closed his eyes.
Scarlett let out a long sigh and opened hers.
“Ten gold.” She said, flatly, pursing her lips and putting her hands on her hips.
Ariela raised her eyebrows, “Excuse me?”
“I’m not free!” The Elf declared, haughtily, raising one eyebrow of her own.
“...I could kill you without moving my fingers.”
“You could. But then you wouldn’t get this.” Scarlett responded, gesturing with a hand down at her lithe figure, her enticing curves. “And you’re a Queen. You can't tell me you can't afford ten measly gold.”
She scowled. “Fine, Elfling.”
Scarlett took a confident step forward and slowly moved to her knees, reaching a hand into the hem of Ariela’s dress as she allowed it fall to the floor around her feet, her thick cock now wrapped in the soft embrace of the silken Elf’s hands.
“Call me Scarlett..” She smirked, kissing the very tip. “..Or for an extra six gold you can call me Belind?..”
“I’ll call you what I want and not pay you a copper mo-.. Oh..” The Dark Queen of the North’s scowl melted away as soon as she felt those plush lips wrap around the head of her cock, immediately relaxing herself to the Elf’s touch and skill.
She tilted her head back and thought of her beloved as the pleasure washed over her, her hands finding the fiery red hair of her new toy, feeling it move back and forth, feeling the heat sweep across her body as the air filled with their duet of moans, one set distinctly more muffled than the other.
Ariela took a few cautious steps backward, the Elf not even breaking her tempo, crawling after her, tongue working. She felt the edge of the bed nudge against her calves and allowed herself to sit, leaning back on her hands as her head lolled back, eyes rolling as the pleasure washed over her.
“Too long..” She purred softly, forcing herself to raise her head, looking down over the substantial swell of her breasts, marveling at the Elf as she continued her skilled work.
Scarlett looked up at her, letting her emerald gaze meet the eyes of the dark queen and found her anxieties about herself and about Mayla melting away.
She rolled her lips up and down the powerful sorceress’ huge shaft, moaning out gratefully as she did so. This was where she belonged.
Just earlier she had been on the verge of leaving the Thorned Rose, and with good reason after the reveal of Mayla’s betrayal, but had she done so she wouldn’t be here, now, enjoying herself and pleasuring a dark queen no less. It was like fabled creatures and people, like herself and her current toy were drawn here.
“Use your tongue more..” Ariela commanded, her breath coming fast.
Scarlett complied, her long nimble elvish tongue wrapping gently around the cock, sliding eagerly over it, tasting and trying the different textures of her cock, the veined length of her cock, steely hard yet soft to her lips, the smooth and silky tip of her cock, spongy but firm. She loved it. She couldn’t deny it, and couldn’t deny her place.
“Mm, good girl..” The Queen purred, stroking her hair.
Scarlett flushed with color and a little shiver went down her spine. Good girl. The satisfaction of that, combined with a little subtle mental manipulation for Ariela had Scarlett's own hard little member, tucked between her thighs spurting her seed. She didn’t know how she had gone from whom she had been to who she was now, but this was what she enjoyed. She would embrace it, entirely. She would learn the sexual customs, natures, and ways of many races, an odd self-assigned task for a wanderlust Elf, but one that would provide his people with knowledge in the long run nevertheless.
Ariela bit her lip, “Try doing a l-..”
Scarlett sat up, the cock popping free from her soft lips, her hand wrapped around the base she let it rest against the flushed warmth of her cheek. “Let me do my thing? They don't call it the Elvish art for nothing you know.”
Ariela stared down at the Elf, incredulous. Back talk? To her? From this? Why she could crush this idiot with a swish of her finger and a whim. However..
“....Fine..” she grunted, her tone reproving even as she gave ground. Backtalk was a bad idea dealing with Ariela. But turning down head while dealing with an Elf, right in the here and now seemed like a worse one, especially considering how badly she needed her release.
“Thank you.” Scarlett said, voice a little too sweet, though a smirk tinged her lips before she returned to her task. She gave it her all, a skill she was loving to practice more and more, the satisfaction from the recipient meant more to her than any reciprocation any would.
She kept her eyes on Ariela’s as she built her up slow and steady, using her lips, tongue, and mouth to kiss, lick and suck. When she felt generous she let the cock slip into her throat, though the thickness pained her, it kept Ariela on edge.
Ariela leaned back on her hands gasping, squirming and writhing, she was just so close to cumming but she couldn’t? She couldn’t understand it, every time the pleasure seemed to be reaching its glorious crescendo it faded away again.
She stared into those beautiful green eyes, the effect of which was only somewhat spoilt by the teary makeup, and saw mirth.
“Oooh you are not edging a Dark Queen you little..” she growled, balling her hands into fists, this Elf was toying with her, skillfully balancing her just on the edge, prolonging the Elf’s obvious fun but also her pleasure. While she was sure in retrospect she would appreciate that effort, here and now she just needed to fucking cum.
Scarlett looked up at her and even as their eyes met, the world fuzzed slightly, becoming momentarily indistinct. Scarlett felt a wave of tingly magic pass through her body and for a moment found herself dizzy. She was laying on her back, on the side of her bed. She looked up and gasped in surprise.
That gasp was exactly what Ariela was waiting for as she sank her cock into the open o of the Elf's mouth. Scarlett, laying on her back on the bed it was an easy feat and she saved no thought for the Elf's comfort. This was a moment for her fun, anyway.
Scarlett gasped in a whimper and a hand moved to slap at the queen’s thigh, trying to bargain her release from what she knew was coming.
Ariela leaned forward, resting her hands on the Elf's own thighs for support and let out a low little chuckle, “Let me do my thing.. They don't call me a Dark Queen for nothing you know..”
She lowered herself and leaned her hips forward, relentless in her sudden assault.
Scarlett’s eyes went wide, the cock head that had been filling her mouth passed over her tongue and slipped snugly into her throat. She squealed around the cock as it pushed further and further, she felt her throat stretch, felt the heat of the cock fill her.
Ariela pushed forward, chewing on her lip, the Elflings throat was like a pussy, tight and welcoming, wet and hot. She loved it.
Scarlett had to close her eyes as she was hit in the face by the queen’s royal nuts, they rested on her eyes and forehead, smooth and heavy.
“Oh my..” Ariela moaned, one at the new pleasure that was radiating through her body, but also at the sight.
The Elfs skirt had a wet patch, growing as the bulge deflated. “You came again, you little slut..” she laughed to herself, having played no part in this one, “Mm well don’t think that just because you’re done I am too..” She bit her lip and started to settle into her rhythm.
Scarlett could only squeeze her eyes shut as she felt the length repeatedly push down her throat, feeling her small neck expand with each thrust as she was forced to take the sizable member, each thrust followed by a slap as the woman's heavy sack slapped into her face again and again.
She squirmed desperately for breath as she was used, using every trick she had, even in this difficult situation to speed the woman's release, sucking, kissing, licking and massaging, doing her very best to milk this cock of its cum before she ran out of air.
Ariela bit her full lip, staring down at the squirming, aroused Elf, moving her hands to wrap them around her slender delicate throat, squeezing hard, feeling the Elf wriggle and writhe, it made the passage of her cock a much tighter and pleasurable experience, not to mention how much she was simply getting off on controlling and dominating such a rare creature.
Her thrusts got harder, shorter and less controlled, no longer following a rhythm as the Queen struggled for breath herself, she gasped out and hilted herself deep inside Scarlett.
Scarlett felt the sack pressed against her face jump and twitch as it fed its load straight into her stomach, bypassing her mouth entirely, she could feel the cock pulse between her lips and in her constricted throat but she tasted no cum, only felt a heat in her stomach as pulse after pulse of cum was fed into her.
She slapped eagerly on the woman's thighs, desperate for air but the dark queen only ground her hips into her face, her cock, though softening in her throat was still hilted inside her.
Scarlett felt the world starting to dim, felt a panic starting to rise and could only see a pair of nuts dangling in front of her face, spit and fluid running down over her eyes and ruined makeup as she blacked out.
The queen looked down with a raised eyebrow as Scarlett stopped moving, going limp, arms flopping pathetically. She smirked playfully and withdrew herself with a wet slick sound, the Elf's mouth open, her tongue lolling, dripping saliva and pre.
She leaned down and started to slap Scarlett on the cheek. Once, twice, three times.
Scarlett gasped and started to breathe again, eyes going wide and blinking around wildly before focusing on Ariela and her predatory smile, standing and lining the tip of her hard cock back up with Scarlett's mouth.
“We got the timing wrong.. You’re supposed to pass out as I’m cumming.. It feels better that way… Let's try again..”
Scarlett tried to protest, tried to argue but the moment the Elf parted her plush swollen lips the Queen's prominent cock once again sank back into its home, her throat.
Scarlett's eyes rolled back as she accepted her fate, her own cock once more hard under her skirts. This queen was cruel. And Scarlett wanted cruel tonight.
Scarlett lay under her, a toy, an item for the queen to use for her pleasure, despite her Elven stamina she still needed air and she found herself blacking out more than once under the queen, her throat worked into a slick new pussy by her constantly invading ivory shaft.
The Elf was an uncharacteristic mess, her makeup ruined, her hair slick with her saliva and cock slime, her eyes red and bloodshot, eyelashes glued together by the liquids, she gasped and gurgled and writhed and whimpered, a mess at the Queen's mercy. Which apparently she seemed rather incapable of.
After blacking out for the fifth time she awoke face down, laid eagle on her bed, nude and weak, a weight on her back and a fullness in her body. She felt a strong arm around her throat, choking her.
She gasped and whimpered, voice coming out ragged as she squirmed, her head swimming in oxygen deprivation as the Queen held her, squeezing her throat, keeping her on the verge of blacking out, grunting in her ear as she pounded her ass, taking her as the slut she was.
Ending the day just as she had started it, laid out on her stomach, a cock in her plush pillowy ass, the only difference the arm consistently choking her out.
The Queen kept edging her consciousness, not allowing her to blackout nor allowing her to fully take in a lungful of air, the constant panic of being on the verge kept her body tensing, squeezing and milking the Queen's cock in a pleasurable vice, the exact sensation she was doing this for.
She didn’t much care about the Elf sluts pleasure, this was for her, her compensation for making this trip for no reason, for her search for her beloved not being over.
She gritted her teeth, letting her frustrations play out on this delicate little flower of an Elf, so like her Belind, driving her thick cock again and again into her body, watching as it bounced, watched as she clawed at her arm, desperate for a real lungful of air.
She would have that once she was done playing with her, using her. The Queen was bent over her, heavy breasts sliding up and down the Elfs abdomen as she grunted and growled.
She was so beautiful, skin pale, hair on fire, face, admittedly, quite red and streaked with makeup, but cute all the same.
“A-ah..” I’m.. Oh.. I’m.. Fuck..” She grunted, squeezing hard, Scarlett's breaths coming out in strained little gasps as he stared upwards, feeling each wonderful pulse of seed inside her thick ass even as the light started to dim and her eyes started to roll.
Scarlett blacked out as cum flooded her body, her form going limp beneath the Queen as she drained herself inside the perfect little fuck toy.
“A-ah.. If you think.. Fainting is going to.. Let you escape.. A round two.. You’re wrong..” She panted, grinning to herself as she withdrew her slick spear from the Elf’s sheath and flipped her over onto her back, rubbing her thick, still hard tool between her doughy cheeks.
Scarlett whimpered as her eyes rolled forward, opening as she felt herself once more filled, felt a hand once more at her throat, her tongue lolling from her lips as she stared forward into the eyes of her Dark Queen for the night, a toy to this sorceress.
Mayla let out a low sigh as she stared at her ceiling. She hadn’t slept a wink all night and knew it was time to open The Thorned Rose to another day of business whether she felt up to it or not. Sitting up and using the back of her hand to try fruitlessly to rub the sleepiness from her eyes she swung her legs from the bed.
Standing she grunted as she arched her back, hearing a crick from what were feeling like old bones. She ran a hand through her hair in an unsuccessful attempt to try and put it into some semblance of order before she began to dress.
He would’ve left in the night, packed up and vanished into the mists of the night. There was no reason he would’ve stayed here with her after what she had done to him. And how could she blame him? She had used him, pretending it was for his benefit when really it was simply just for hers. Her own greed and jealousy, it had cost her everything.
She pulled on her dress, not really bothered about showering today, she just went through the bare minimum effort of running a hairbrush through her hair and gave herself a disapproving look in her mirror. She looked tired, she was starting to look old. Older than she should given her age. But that was probably the stress of the job catching up to her. She practically worked every hour the sun gave her and more than her fair share of the hours the moon gave her too.
She shuffled through her tavern and unlocked the door to the pre-dawn chill, guests would need to leave soon for business, others would be coming in off of their night shifts for drinks and a simple meal. She would have to get started on her chores, alone.
The patrons came and so did the sun, the work came and so did some coin, but Scarlett didn’t come. The hours passed well into late morning and she was trying to build herself up to go to his room, prepare it for another guest, not that the inn would be quite so packed now that her prize had left.
As she was preparing a bowl of honeyed milk oats for an elderly client a flash of red caught her attention. Glancing to her side she saw, to her absolute surprise, the unmistakable shock of red fire hair that was Scarlett, beautiful and perfect, dressed in his working dress and with a storm about him.
She couldn’t help herself, she called out to him, “Does this mean you’re staying?..” her voice was marked with unabashed desperation.
He froze in his tracks and turned his head, glancing over one slender shoulder to eye her up and down, a spark of displeasure in his gaze. “Of course I’m staying. And the Dark Queen of the North takes her coffee white with sugar.” he said, his tone dismissive.
And he strode from the door.
She watched, mouth agape and felt tears welling in her eyes, “No.. Scarlett.. I.. I’m sorry...”
She watched the now empty door, he hadn’t even looked back. He’d just.. Gone. In a flash, like that.
She swallowed, lower lip quavering as she gritted her teeth. She wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve and fought back the tears. She couldn’t cry. She had a business to run. The same old tavern with the same old clientele. It just looked so much.. Grimmer without him.
“Where the fuck is my coffee..” a voice rumbled, tired.
She sniffed and quelled her upset, she would have time to grieve later. “Your coffee?..” she asked, turning to eye the unique figure, her mind blanking as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing.
“White with sugar. Didn’t Scarlett tell you?..” Ariela narrowed her eyes, a darkness brooding in them.
“I.. He.. Wait.. You’re?” she stumbled over her words, mouth agape.
“Impatient..” the dark Queen growled, eying her with intense eyes.
Mayla swallowed. Her eyes following Scarlett as he reentered the bar, holding a bucket of water he had presumably drawn from the well and moved to collect a sponge before marching, annoyed, towards his room.
“Coffee. White. Sugar. Right.” Mayla said, flatly, mechanically preparing the drink as her mind ran in circles.
So. He’s staying. And this is the Dark Queen of the North. In my tavern. Here. Now. The sorceress-tyrant. Who rumor has it melts people for funsies.
He would doubtless still have an entire myriad of questions for her regarding her betrayal. But that could wait until after service. She had a guest that needed tending to. And an Elf working in her bar. Cleaning his room, she assumed from whatever mess these two had propagated.
This was just the sort of attention Scarlett would bring, she knew.
She had a lot of explaining to do. A lot of persuading to do. A lot of questions to answer and more herself to ask. But Scarlett would be here for them all.