Chapter Three
The voyage to negative space this time wasn't as disorienting as it had been the first time. The beating dark heart in her chest allowed her to detect and understand the myriad flows of space, time, and energy that surrounded them.
They were being carried along,
pulled
towards a central nexus where the flows met. It was the palace of their Queen.
The walls were built with dark purple bricks, flying buttresses used to support the intricate arches that led to exterior towers. The rounded edifices were as imposing as they were magnificent.
They didn't have to enter at the ground level, however. Such pedestrian modes of transit were reserved for the latex slaves that toiled below in endless labor to keep the castle spotless.
They were the Queen's lieutenants, and as such, they had the power necessary to float themselves directly to the upper balcony.
Landing with a soft whisper, Dark Heart Yellow took stock of her surroundings. The memories she had gained from communing with the Queen made all this seem familiar, even though she had never experienced it personally.
On either side of a pair of large double doors were two sets of latex covered servants, a purple A glowing on their foreheads. Their hoods covered their heads entirely, exposing only their lips, which were polished a fluorescent violet.
Their gigantic breasts sat on serving trays they carried, their nipples hidden behind heart shaped covers. This barely left any room to carry anything, but they were well equipped with towels and glasses filled to the brim with a curious, glowing substance.
The double doors creaked open and a woman stepped through, resting her clawed hands on her armored sides. Her breasts were enormous, too, but her nipples were bared, with glowing rings pinching the tips.
The rest of their expanse was covered with vented armored plates that ran up and over her shoulders, attached to spikes that broke through her skin. Her head had fins, curved over towards the rear, lending her a latent sleekness. Her visage was hidden behind a smiling, purple mask attached to her face.
She crossed her arms, resting her gauntlets against each other. "Welcome home, Shadow Hearts," she purred. "My name is Archaea - I'm a general in the Onyx Queen's army. It's good to finally have you on our team. Come, have some refreshments, and join us in the Great Hall. It's time to do some promotions, to fill our ranks before the next assault."
She turned around, giving them a good view of her folded wings. An intricate structure formed the web between each spar, the leathery material stretched between them imbued with a hint of iron.
Her ass was well endowed, glossy purple latex stretched over her butt cheeks. A cute little tail with spikes hung low, swaying to and fro over more of the web-like membrane that spread between her legs. The delicate material ran all the way down to the tops of her boots, giving her an odd mix between avian and aquatic attributes.
Whatever worked.
Overall, she cut a striking figure, intriguing Yellow. She wanted to know more about this general, and how she had come to be. Had she been stolen from Earth like them, or promoted from within the ranks?
For that matter, what was the origin of her Queen? Where had she found Her insidious powers, and how had she learned to wield them?
A shuddering pulse came from her shadow heart. It was right. She didn't really need to know any of that. She only needed to
serve
.
Stepping up to one of the latex slaves, she grabbed a towel and mopped off her face, making a wicked grin as she realized that the white face paint had coagulated, effectively turning her face into a rubber mask.
This made it easier to hold her mouth open to praise her Queen - or to suck cocks, as the case may be. Only - there didn't appear to be many male servants waiting in the wings, which was a shame. She had become so purely sexualized after her transformation, she felt that satisfying her libido was becoming more of a
requirement
than a want.
She'd have to seek out a partner later. For now, she'd sample this curious dessert bar,
mmm
, and perhaps take a sip of this strange drink.
Yum
.
She immediately felt refreshed, perking up. Staring at the drink a second time, she noticed a stir of arcane energy spinning through the elixir.
Pure negative energy! That explained why her shadow core was so pleased with it.
Placing the glass back on the tray, she bowed to the servant, noting the woman's quick grin of appreciation.
She grinned back, showing off her sharp teeth. If she couldn't find anyone with a hard dick, there were certainly
other
options.
Setting aside her lust, for now, she followed Red through the double doors into a spacious hall. It appeared to have been built in a gothic style, like a cathedral, with the ceiling made up of multiple domes held up by tremendous stone columns.
This certainly wasn't a place for organized religion, however, unless you considered the Onyx Queen to be a leader of a cult. Yellow certainly
thought
that She was worthy of praise, but she didn't consider Her to be a deity.
The Queen
owned
a piece of her heart. Dark Heart Yellow was simply an extension of Her will. She lived to serve, and would do
anything
her Queen commanded, no matter how vile.
She watched Archaea's tail twitch as the general led them down a red velvet carpet through an aisle of latex soldiers, their hands held rigid displaying the banners of their Queen. She didn't recognize most of the symbols rippling above, but she would learn them all.
Oh yes, she would learn!
Archaea halted in front of a set of stairs. The velvet carpet continued up to a shiny, rubber chair. Mounted above was a carved, wooden plaque, a stylized, glowing A looking down on them all.
Her
symbol.
