The Three Queens
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** The Three Queens**
** By William W. Kelso**
** I woke as my Queen entered the cave, giving a soft hiss as her scent filled my sensitive nostrils, and flicked my tongue for a better taste. As she entered the chamber I crouched submissively, and she growled in approval. My eyes are keen, and in the dim light provided by a few failing glowstones I could see her plainly and clearly.**
** She is a thing, a beast, an abomination; as am I, nothing human remaining about her except for the intelligence gleaming in her large staring eyes, but even that has been slowly fading over the years. But there is insanity in that terrible gaze as well, for one cannot be as we are and remain entirely sane. How long has it been? I have no idea, it no longer matters. Only she matters, my Queen, my mate, my love. **
** As she paces closer it no longer bothers me that I find her so beautiful, for as they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. She drags a heavy bloody bag with one of her three arms but I know it does not contain food; she has indeed been hunting, but not for food. I know the bag contains the heads of those she has taken this night as she wreaks her eternal revenge against the followers of the one who cursed us so long ago. She will take them to the deepest chamber of the warren of caves that is our lair, and stack them on ledges next to the thousands of others already there, many only bone and mummified flesh, many much fresher. I hissed in approval, many of those heads are my own contributions.**
** She is nude except for remnants of her armor, some pieces actually grown into her body and merged with it. The armored gauntlet covering her left hand sports a long incredibly sharp blade that emerges from a mass of raw glistening muscle, always dripping with blood, a permanent part of her now, as is the crown adorning her three faced head. I once tried to remove them, but they have grown into her very bone. Here and there other parts of armor have also grown into her body, some becoming wicked spikes and talons, the metal alive, a part of her. **
** I too have been hunting, and though I sometimes accompany her, tonight my own hunt was for food. We must eat. I picked up the large deer like creature I had brought down in my powerful jaws, and approaching her dropped my offering at her feet. She always eats first, and I take whatever is left for me. But she is always generous, and I am never any hungrier then she; but there never seems to be enough and our bellies are often empty. As she inspected my catch I looked at her, and remembered. **
** When first I came to serve my Queen I was a still a man; a boy really, the only survivor of my village which had been razed, the people slaughtered. An orphan; I had nowhere to go, no one to care for me. Her soldiers came too late to save our village, and when I was found cowering where my mother had hidden me she took me in her arms, comforting me, and added me to her household. I started as a kitchen boy, and worked my way up to Page to a young knight. I doubt she even remembered me, knew I existed, but I loved her from afar. There were many like that, but none were more loyal then I. **
** Now a young man I accompanied the Royal Army on one of the unending campaigns against the Sorcerer King. Of all the lands only our kingdom still resisted his rule, our Queen leading her soldiers in battle after battle, more often victorious then not. The Sorcerer King, enraged by our continued resistance and spurning of any terms he offered, marshaled all his armies for a final battle. **
*It was an epic battle that lasted for days, and being vastly outnumbered we lost. The knight I served fell, and I picked up his sword; and standing over his body fought on. There was no quarter asked, and none given. Finally our lines broke for the last time, and after a desperate last stand on a blood soaked hilltop our Queen was brought low, and she and the few survivors were taken before the Sorcerer King for his pleasure. *
*He first offered her the chance to be his queen, to rule by his side. When she spit in his face his demeanor cracked, and he screamed that she would regret refusing his offer for the rest of her days. Then he had her surviving followers tortured to death, one by one, over a period of several days, forcing her to watch. I alone survived, having been left for dead on the field after a blow to the head rendered me limp and unresponsive, and after waking I had put on the uniform of the enemy and in the huge camp went unnoticed. But I saw, and suffered, unable to do anything to aid my Queen. Then came the final horror, the ultimate atrocity. He cursed her, to become a beast, a fell thing that no one would ever follow into battle again, that all would shun and run from in horror and revulsion. *
** As he cast his spell I watched as she screamed, her body contorting, most of her armor splitting and falling away as her body was warped into a new and hideous form. Her rear pushed out as she grew another pair of legs, animal legs, a thick tail sprouting from her spine, another arm joining her other two. Dirty white fur spread over parts of her body, the rest of her skin turning grey as it became tough and rubbery, glistening as if wet. Soon her entire body from the waist down was that of a quadruped animal, the toes of her paws tipped with sharp black claws. **
But by far the worst was her head, it literally split into three new partially formed heads, each pushing out into bestial partially formed muzzles, her screams and gurgling howls of agony making me; and others, clasp our hands over their ears. When it finally ended she was driven from the camp; growling and snarling like a beast as speech had been taken from her, and into the desolation. And I followed.
** That was; how many years, ago? Hundreds? Decades surely, but we have no real way to tell time. And the changes did not stop, but slowly continue even to this day as the curse's magic lives on in her tormented form, the wretched thing she has become sometimes mewling in pain as another spurt of magic takes effect, with only me to hold and comfort her. At first she tried to drive me away, not being able to stand being seen like she was now. But I refused, and cared for her as best I could. Or she cared for me, it's hard to say, so let us say we cared for one another and leave it at that. In the barren desolation the Sorcerer King had made of her once bountiful land we took refuge in a large cave, and from the start she took her revenge, ravaging without mercy those who followed the Sorcerer King, her depredations never ceasing. And they were powerless to stop her; the very magic warping her body making her invulnerable, though often were the times she returned with grievous wounds. **
** Then it happened, something I would never have expected. One night as she lay moaning as her body slowly underwent another change I dared to throw my ragged blanket over both of us, and comfort her as best I could, my tears soaking hr soft fur. To date she had refused any contact other then when I cared for her wounds, but that night she just held me close, needing, I guess, the touch of another living being. And that strange, wonderful, night I became her lover, and cursed as well. **
** I had on but a tattered shirt and linen pants, and the feel of her large breasts pressing against me; as well as the numerous other nipples she had grown, caused me to become aroused. It was the first time I had been in close contact with a...female, my virginity intact. I know now she not only felt, but smelled, my arousal, and something in the animal part of her nature responded. As she caressed and fondled me at first I was terrified, she was my Queen, but also a monster. But her touches were gentle, her claws sheathed, as she nuzzled and explored my body, pulling away my rags leaving me naked against her soft warm fur, her rigid nipples rubbing my flushed skin as I moaned from feelings I had never felt before. **
*As she pressed her bestial muzzles against my body and face, long wet tongues licking over me, I gave a moan of pleasure, and kissed each of her three mouths as best I could, her thick rubbery lips and tongues slobbering over my face. She began to pant heavily, groaning in need, and her touches became more...desperate. Finally she rolled over on her side and pulled me into her embrace, and for the first time I mounted a female; my aching hardness sliding into the slick hot embrace of her sex, and as we moved together I lost my purity in a blaze of burning ecstasy so intense that I almost passed out the first time my loins voided themselves of my seed as we reached orgasm, my Queen's bellows of ecstasy drowning out my own gasping sob. *
I took her from the front again, thrusting into the sex between her front legs; her nether lips slick and hot as they swallowed my aching cock, her muscles clenching and caressing me as I thrust into her, but I knew she was also sexed like an animal under her tail. But in this fashion she was almost...human. And as I climaxed she roared, her whole body shuddering as she clawed at my back, and I knew she had also reached her own release. Then we fell asleep, huddled under our meager blankets. But I would pay a horrible price for that ecstasy; but would come to consider it cheap in exchange for her love.
** It soon became apparent that the foul magic that had warped her had been passed to me through our coupling. The first sign came when scales began to appear scattered over my body, small little patches at first, but spreading. They itched, but otherwise I was not incapacitated. Then the other changes started as my bones began to soften and reform, my muscles cramping horribly, and for days I was unable to do anything but lie and weakly writhe in a daze of pain as I...changed. And my Queen cared for me as I had cared for her, bringing me water and food, keeping me warm in the night, her body next to mine as I shivered and wailed. And at times when I was stronger, and able, we would mate even though I knew each subsequent mating would bring more hideous changes to my warped body. But I knew she needed it, and I also wanted that incredible pleasure as well, no matter what the price. **
*And when I could finally stand again after the most extensive change yet; one lasting several days, days of throbbing pain in my bones, I had muscular scale covered digitigrades hind legs, a long whip like tail, and nasty claws on my four digited paws and hands. But still it wasn't over; I would be spared nothing as I slowly became as bestial as my Queen, and over time my neck pushed out and thickened, my jaws becoming the long fang filled jaws of a predator; a great reptile, and slowly I lost the ability of speech, and was now as voiceless as my Queen. And that one thing more then any other drove home the fact I was no longer human, and would never be again. *
*My scales thickened and enlarged as they hardened, completely covering me in natural armor, and my sight; I can see quite well in the dark now, and other senses became incredibly sensitive, especially my senses of smell and taste. Spines grew from my back, running from the top of my head down almost to the tip of my long prehensile tail. But I was not entirely a reptile, for my own hair remained, spreading down my neck like a thick bristly mane, each hair stiff and more like a quill then hair anymore. And I remained warm blooded despite my reptilian appearance. *
** And during my own change what had happened that one wonderful night of incredible pleasure continued, and I made love to my Queen whenever she desired my touch, without hesitation even as I was becoming as inhuman as she. Would the changes have stopped if we no longer coupled? I know not, and I care not. All I know is her own changes stopped, perhaps because I took some of the magic unto myself, somehow bled the remainder of that evil from her tormented body, absorbing it into my own? And after a long and horrible time of growing despair and realization of what I was becoming my own changes stabilized and stopped, leaving me as bestial as she, a hideous bipedal monster, nothing remaining to show it had once been human.**
** I watched as she stood over the carcass of my kill, and the thing I was saw only his mate, his Queen. When she gave a gurgling growl in approval of my offering I hissed in delight, pleased she found it acceptable. Then we feasted, growling and snarling as we ripped chunks of meat from the still warm prey, blood staining our fur and scales, dripping from our fangs. It took us a remarkably short time to devour the large meal, leaving behind only a few scraps of tough hide and some large bones which will be saved to gnaw on later to help pass the time. **
It was a large meal, and our bellies pleasantly full I approached her, hissing softly, hopefully. When she didn't protest I pressed my snout against her muzzles as I cleaned and licked the blood from her faces and fur, and her own multiple tongues slobbered over me in return causing me to squeal in pleasure; each of us enjoying the mutual grooming. And then our licks and touches become more intimate, gentle and almost desperate, and I knew she would want me this evening, joy growing with my arousal. She is always eager after returning from a successful raid.
** I circled her, sniffing and rubbing my head down the length of her warm furry body; and she turned her head watching me, the scent of her growing arousal and need filling my nostrils, tingling on my tongue. As I reached her rump I snuffled at her hindquarters, rubbing my snout against the base of her thick tail, and gave a deep hiss of lust. She gave a guttural moan, and lifting her tail exposed her slick nether lips to me, swollen and dripping with her need. Eagerly I pressed my snout to her sex, my tongue delving deep into its leathery folds, and she shuddered and growled softly in pleasure as I pleasured her. I had no hesitation, felt no shame or revulsion in what I was doing. I loved the taste of her; of my mate, and her desire for me, her pheromones driving me to a level of lust that was unbearable.**
*Finally; with a loud snarling hiss, I reared up and mounted her, and she braced herself with a grunt of pleasure as my weight settled onto her hindquarters. I lunged several times as my long thick inhuman phallus slid deeply into the slick tunnel of her flesh, and as my belly bands slapped against her rump I began fucking her with rapid brutal thrusts, both of us screeching and roaring in ecstasy. It was a bestial and inhuman coupling, the rutting of beasts, but the pleasure was intense beyond belief, and we needed the initial bestial relief. The first time didn't take long, and as I reached my first orgasm I bellowed in ecstasy, and she bucked and squealed as I held onto her to pin her. Then we rested as I gently licked her neck, and she turned her misshapen head towards me so I could lick her faces as well, and I hissed contentedly as her tongues caressed my snout in return. Then I took her again, only slowly this time, and at times like these some humanity returned to those crazed gazes and she had tears in her large eyes as; crooning, I made love to her more as a woman then a beast, and she sobbed in ecstasy. If I closed my eyes I could almost imagine we were something more then beasts. *
*And so we remain, wreaking our revenge on the Sorcerer King and his soldiers, and they can do nothing to stop us. We no longer really understand why we do it as so much of our human awareness has faded, but the hatred remains and that is enough. Perhaps one day they will destroy us, perhaps not. I join her on the raids now, as formidable a beast as she is, my thick scales turning the enemies weapons as easily as rain, their spells ineffective against something already warped and twisted by the same foul magic, and now I am growing wings! And I am content, happy to serve my Queen, mate, and lover as her Dragon. *
** The End**
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