Queen's Friend

A request featuring Azena from Lost Ark and an OC. Also my first non-Warcraft story.

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The radiance of the Sunkeep's palace walls beamed down upon Nox as he made his way into its ancient chambers, striding past guards that recognized him but paid no heed to where he was going or what he was doing. The crown jewel of Rothun was huge, with expansive rooms and a long network of hallways whose walls were lined with intricate carvings coated in gold and silver. Though he had been here many times before, he knew not his way around the palace except for one destination: the throne room. His gait was swift, and he crossed the long gallery leading to the Sylvain Queen's royal chambers in hasty fashion. The innermost room where Azena resided was open, and as he stepped into the well-lit room he noticed that she was not lazing upon her throne as she normally was when he visited. His eyes adjusted to the sunlight permeating the room, and he turned his head to find her gazing out of a window overlooking the city when he entered, one hand resting upon the window sill and a stern expression on her face. He stepped further into the room, but she did not immediately acknowledge him. Instead, she peered out across her city for a few seconds more before finally turning to him. Her expression softened slightly, but her deportment remained as austere as ever.

In appearance she was tall and slender, with a pretty face, long ears and full lips. Her eyes were a mysterious steely blue bordering on gray, and she stood with her weight resting upon one hip in a pose that she was frequently inclined to taking, and one that he found to be particularly sexy, though he wasn't sure if she knew it. Her outfit was distinctly Sylvain, with her legs uncovered and both her navel and her full breasts partially visible due to an arrow-like split down the middle. As always, she wore an elaborate headpiece that matched her sultry robe, completing her look and making her appear not only regal, but also enchantingly beautiful.

"Have you come to entertain me again? Then I shall make myself comfortable." Her voice carried a certain power within it that seemed to echo in his ears; it was husky, imperious, and distinctly feminine. She seated herself atop the throne then, one leg crossed over the other and her full attention upon him. After frequent visits and time spent with her, Nox was used to this; he did as he usually did, playing her music and chatting with her for some time. She was mostly reserved, opting to listen to what he had to say in regards to his latest exploits, as well as news about other continents, countries and people. Besides music and conversation, he often brought her gifts from around the world. Usually they were simple trinkets and souvenirs, but this time he presented her with a lustrous red gemstone from the nearby land of Feiton.

"It looks quite expensive," she said, inspecting the blood-red jewel with a sparkling hint of satisfaction in her eyes. "Hmm... I will take it. Graciously." She nodded towards him in thanks and then flipped the stone over in her palm, that satisfied gleam in her eyes turning to something more wistful, until she was no longer staring at the gem, but through it instead. "Nearly every day you bring me gifts, play me music, and provide me company," she began, her gaze slowly focusing upon him. "Tell me, human, what is it that you really want?"

With her eyes upon him, he struggled not to fidget in place while searching for a proper response. "Your favor," he finally offered, his answer coming out almost as a question.

"Hah," Azena laughed, her lips curving into a sly smile. "My favor?" She uncrossed and then crossed her legs, briefly flashing him her underwear. Purposefully or not, he couldn't tell, but he noted that they were a dark blue in color. Her voice then took on a playful tone laced with feigned ignorance. "I've already gifted you with a variety of things to help you on your quest, what more

favor

could I possibly provide?"

Inclining her head, she looked down at him from atop her wide, cushiony throne, one arm crossed and the other resting upon it with a finger brushing against her lower lip as she was prone to doing. Once again he scrambled for an answer, swallowing nervously but trusting that mischievous look on her face as he answered: "You."

"Me? You'll have to be more specific I'm afraid."

"Your... body."

"My body? How arrogant! How bold! You dare ask such a favor from a Queen of Rohendel?" Azena leaned back as if disgusted to be near him, but her expression softened upon seeing his reaction. "Sorry, I couldn't resist giving you a hard time." Azena smiled genuinely. "I will give you what you want. You have done much for me after all, and I think your boldness deserves its own reward." Her head turned towards the door to her chambers, and after an unseen incantation, the sound of a heavy door latch clicking into place sealed the deal. They would not be interrupted.

"Well then," she continued, removing some of her jewelry and glancing at him, "shouldn't you strip?"

Amazed that she had responded so well to his request, he blinked rapidly and then nodded. "Right," he said, laughing nervously and beginning to rid himself of his armor. Due to the difference in their attire, she was finished before he was, and she watched admiringly from her throne.

"You have an impressive physique," she said, rubbing at the bottom of her lip. He wasn't sure if she was horny or just being studious, but once his eyes were upon her naked form he couldn't bring himself to look away.

Like most Sylvain, Azena had a light complexion, yet in certain lighting conditions her skin seemed to take on an almost purple hue to it that added to her regal charm. She was slender, with long legs that she kept crossed just as they normally were when she was clothed. They led up to a pair of wide hips connected to a slim waist, and he couldn't help but think that despite her long years and what many would describe as childbearing hips, Azena had no children. Continuing his eyeful journey up her body, he noticed her flat stomach, with just the slightest hint of the muscles beneath. Her breasts, each a good handful, stood raised upon her chest like proud mountains, propped up by one hand crossed underneath them and topped with puffy nipples that normally poked teasingly against her robe.

"Solid and muscular, yet slender enough not to be brutish," Azena nodded approvingly, seemingly talking to herself as she appraised him like a sculpture. Finally, she smirked at him and uncrossed her legs. "Hurry up then, I'm a busy woman and my guards don't like it when the door is locked for very long."

Nox did not need to be told twice; he was on his knees in no time, worshipping the Sylvain queen with his tongue and causing her to hum in satisfaction. His tongue moved in oblong circles, lapping at her folds and teasing at her clit, occasionally diving deeper and fucking her upon his tongue. Azena's hand moved to his head, stroking his chestnut hair like a pet and squeezing her thighs around him. Her juices flowed freely onto his tongue, and, as she was clearly pent up due to her busywork, she was brought to a swift climax marked by the quivering of her body and a low, needy moan. Despite her orgasm, her thighs retained their grip around his head and so he continued for some time, pleasuring her with his mouth and a finger upon her clit until she finally opened her legs and relinquished him of his duties. She sighed contentedly and traced a finger over the lobe of one of his round ears, noting the differences between it and her own long ears. Her touch was almost affectionate, and she seemed to beckon him with her eyes, luring him up and onto the plush throne.

As he rose up to meet her, Azena fell back until she was lying down with him atop her. They were lacking in space, but she spread her legs as well as she could, with one hanging over the side of the throne while he positioned himself at her entrance. Respectfully, and still surprised by this turn of events, he looked at her for permission and she nodded encouragingly. Barely able to contain himself, he pushed into her, parting her petals and stretching her around his girth. The two of them murmured a hushed groan, and he kept going until his hips met hers and there was no more of his manhood left for her to take. For someone so ancient, her pussy was remarkably tight, and he groaned again as he undulated his body against hers before withdrawing the majority of his length and repeating this process.

His pace increased gradually until sweat began to issue from both of their pores and their labored breathing filled one another's ears. While his hands explored her body, Azena's hands gripped at the side and back of the throne, tightening until they took on a mottled coloration. Her voice was strained and her breath quickened, her lower body rising to meet his eager thrusts. Nox was imprecise yet passionate, and his pace could be measured by the wobbling of her full breasts; growing from a mild jiggle to full on bouncing, they danced madly and wildly against her chest as he pumped her pussy full of his rigid manhood. Outside of grasping at one and tweaking a nipple every now and then, Azena made no effort to contain her flailing breasts, and instead she watched fixedly as her slick hole was filled over and over again. To say the very least, it had been a long time since she had felt such satisfaction, and the constant clashing of his body against hers, his cock thumping against her lubed cervix and his balls smacking against her behind was quickly bringing her to the verge of a powerful climax.

She bit her lip, body tensing as she struggled to hold back her orgasm, but when his hand moved to her mound and his fingers brushed against her clit sparks flew and her body erupted in pleasure, quivering while a low moan escaped from her lips. His thrusting slowed and his fingers caressed her skin, tantalizing and promising in their touch.

"Are you ok?" he asked stupidly. He was leaning into her, body close to hers with his face looking down at her.

Azena scowled but didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed his ass and pressed her lips against his, moaning into him as he bucked his hips against her and pounded her full of his hard cock. It was a short-lived kiss, and when they broke off they did so with a gasp as he began to thrust into her with renewed vigor. Her pussy squeezed him in a vice grip and she closed her eyes and shivered, uttering a husky groan as the pleasure emanating from her loins resonated throughout the rest of her being. Nox's plundering of her depths continued for some time, hot and heavy with deep thrusts that rocked her slim body to its core. Intermittently, he would lean down to suck on her tits, teasingly biting at her skin and taking her nipples between his lips. Her breasts were large, and he enjoyed playing with them, squeezing them, and lathering them with his saliva in such a way that made her back arch and her heart race.

At some point, with a comment and a light shove, she urged him off of her and then positioned herself on her knees, ass presented to him while her arms leaned against the side of the wide throne. "I've read about this position," she remarked, voice eager yet studious like a professor reading a manuscript.

Ignoring her strange remark, he quickly re-entered her once more, one hand gripping tightly at her slim waist while the other guided his tool inside of her. She hummed appreciatively, and this soon turned into a persistent moan while his hips beat a steady rhythm against her backside. His cock stirred up her insides, stretching her royal pussy around his girth and making her body flush crimson with arousal. As he laid into her, her round ass began to jiggle and her tits wobbled similarly from beneath her. It was a thoroughly enticing jiggle, and he moved one of his hands from her hips to one of her meaty cheeks, squeezing and spreading it so as to get a better look at the way her pussy wrapped itself around his cock.

Without thinking, he gave her ass a playful slap and then pushed his thumb against her asshole, pressing down upon her little star while he continued to pump himself in and out of her. Sensations that she wasn't accustomed to raced through her, and Azena squirmed but didn't object, enjoying the doggystyle dicking she was receiving. Her pussy constricted, hugging his member tightly and encouraging these deep, rapid thrusts that struck at her core. Complimenting the lewd sounds of Nox's hips against her ass were their enthusiastic moans: his came in the form of loud aggressive grunts, while hers were steady and quiet, occasionally spiking in volume upon a particularly satisfying thrust--of which there were many.

With pleasure coursing through them like a river, their sexual enthusiasm kept them going like animals; gripping tightly at her hips, he pounded her pussy without hesitation or pause, his low-hanging nuts slapping up and against her sopping wet hole. He made her cum more times than she would ever admit, and each time left more of her juices leaking onto the throne's cushiony seating. Not yet satisfied however, Azena stifled a moan and hungrily threw her ass back against her lover's girthy manhood, failing to stifle a feminine yelp as he gave her booty another playful slap. She had half a mind to admonish him, but the slight sting on her cheek thrilled her, and she smiled when he leaned down to kiss and lick at her neck. With the sudden change in his positioning, she arched her back and pushed both her neck and ass against him, earning a lick on one of her long ears and a series of swift thrusts into her body that pressed her into the side railing and nearly gifted her another orgasm.

Faster than before, he fucked her dripping pussy with shallow thrusts, one hand ducked beneath her and grasping at her ample tits as they swung back and forth. Her breathing was heavy, and his unrelenting thrusts drove her to one final orgasm before he felt the uncontrollable pressure in his loins seeking its release. Pulling out just in time, he jerked himself off onto her sweaty body, coating both her slender back and the round cheeks of her behind with strings of pearly-white cum. Rubbing absentmindedly at his shaft, he gulped down a breath of air, his other hand caressing one of her thighs as he gathered his scrambled wits. Azena on the other hand wasn't quite through, and he watched as she, in the absence of his cock, rubbed frantically at her pussy, ass wiggling and body shaking. A renewed sense of arousal blossomed within him, and he was about to take her again when she turned around and barked an order.

"Sit down." Her expression was as severe as it always was, but mixed into it was a profound desire that made it hard to object to.

After complying with her demand, she immediately straddled him, splaying her legs outwards on either side of him with her supple ass resting in his lap. As she guided his tool inside of her and began to ride him, he reached out to grab at her undulating ass, squeezing it and intermittently stroking her thighs. Seeking balance, Azena's own hands reached around his head, pulling him into her breasts while she rocked her body up, down and back and forth, fucking herself upon his cock in a desperate attempt to bring the two of them to orgasm.

With the Sidereal woman's ass bouncing in his lap and her breasts jiggling in his face, Nox resigned himself to his fate of being a tool for her pleasure. His mouth sought her nipples, and his hands groped at her meaty asscheeks while she bounced, huffing and panting as she did so. Her headpiece was still firmly attached to her head, yet some of her hair had freed itself of the headdress; bright and silver, strands of it clung to her skin while the rest of it danced in accordance with her feverish movement. And although she had already came multiple times, her hunger for cock was still strong, and she worked hard to attain her next orgasm, fucking herself upon him with shallow rocking and bouncing of her hips. Each thrust left him buried deep inside of her, and his tool seemed to fill her utterly, prompting husky moans that resonated in his ears and grew both louder and more frantic as time went by. For his part, he did little but suck on her tits, but every now and then he would give her a sharp slap at her bouncing booty. Azena scowled and grunted at him angrily, but his semi-frequent smacks against her ass only spurred her efforts on further.

This inappropriate affair continued well into the evening, until the sun's rays began to retreat from the throne room, blanketing them in twilight. Azena continued regardless of the time, her slender body, curvy in all the right places, glistening with sweat while she rode her champion. At some point during their romp, she had discarded her headdress, allowing her beautiful hair to flow free and cascade around her while she bounced and undulated atop Nox's satisfying cock. Her pussy and thighs squeezed at him, and she could tell by his heavy breathing and frequent groans that he was close. She grinded her loins against his, struggling to milk him with a sly smile on her face, and when he grunted and squeezed tightly at her lush ass she knew that his time had come.

"Let it out," she ordered before he could even inform her of his imminent ejaculation.

Not one to refuse an order from one of the mighty queens of Rohendel, he pushed his hips up into her and disregarded the potential consequences. His body tensed and his balls churned as they got to work, producing load after load of cum that he pumped into the deepest depths of Azena's pussy. It was hot, sticky and dangerous as it coated her insides, but he fulfilled her order to his utmost potential, bucking his hips while she enthusiastically grinded herself against him. During this vortex of passion, their lips met, hands tangled in each other's hair as they grasped at one another's head. She melted into him, large breasts pressed against his chest and ballooning outwards while their tongues battled. All the while his manhood stretched her, continuing to deliver his potent payload until finally the stream of seed stopped, and it began to trickle out of her pussy.

Breaking away from the kiss with a moan, Azena quivered as her body contracted, one of her slim hands cupping her mound and aiding her in reaching another climax. Her hair was disheveled, her skin flushed red and shining with sweat while her eyes were foggy and unfocused. Sitting up straighter now, she nevertheless smiled slightly as she panted atop his lap, but when he leaned in to claim her lips again she pulled farther away.

"Haven't you had enough?" she chided, still smiling.

"Not quite," he replied, exploring her ass, thighs, and the curve of her back with his hands.

Azena's smile widened, but she pulled away from him fully this time, sitting--in fact almost laying--next to him. "Well I have," she said, rubbing at one of her long ears. "For now, anyways." She gave him a look that promised much and then relaxed into the throne, chest heaving after their passionate romp.

With a wipe of his brow, Nox did the same, going over the events that just transpired in his mind as he rested next to her on the comfortable throne. Minutes passed in silence, and it had become even darker; as if on a timer, the waning sunlight caused a row of magic torches to burn aflame within their sconces, casting their eddying light around the royal quarters. Glancing over at Azena, he found her nudged comfortably between the cushions of the throne's back. Eyes closed, her chest rose and fell peacefully, and he realized that she was sound asleep. Stern and powerful as she was, she

was

a queen, and a diligent one at that in the service of her people. He hadn't noticed, but she must have been tired even before he came to visit her.