16
th
Day of Moonfall, Year 879 of the Age of Shadow,
Dear Diary,
Things have been- there has been- I-
I have achieved a great victory, diary. A
great victory!
An explanation is best required. After making my grand realisation I decided to share it with my most trusted servant. I lay cuddled up against my warm, nimble-tongued minion as I explained my plan to her.
It was not met with what I felt to be the
appropriate
degree of enthusiasm.
"Do you really think it's a good idea?" she asked, idly flicking my nipple.
"Dear Shadra, you have opened my eyes up to the wonders of pleasure..."
"Thank you, oh Mistress. It is something I've wanted-"
"And also to its
strategic possibilities
. Why, look at me now! Cuddling up to a mere minion, my mind full of fuzzy warm
feelings
the like of which I've never experienced!"
"I feel the same-"
"Obviously we must weaponize this- immediately! I have been thwarted for too long by that brutish backwater bumpkin of a hero. There is only one way to win his heart and mind and that is to conquer it- through his genitals!!"
"Is...is that why you're doing it?"
"Obviously that is the only reason! It is a cold and efficient calculation- nothing more. W-what other reason would I have for submitting myself to his- his crude carnal attentions?"
"Really." Her insolent tone was accompanied by a claw trailing across my flank, which distracted me sufficiently that I decided to let the issue pass-
(See? See? Such a hopelessly hysterical hypocrite, my little kitten!)
She continued, "Mistress, Samuel has bedded so very many ladies. So many, and each of them he left satisfied," she licked her lips, eyes distant, "beyond any mortal understanding..."
"Oh, so you've been listening in on the stories he tells me?"
"W- yes," she said, looking away. "That's it. The stories."
"Well," I said. "Be not afraid, my fearful little kitten! Even if the stories he tells are true- and let us be honest, there must be only a tiny teeny kernel of truth buried under his pointless peasant posing- it is important to remember that his conquests are almost entirely the low folk."
"Low folk," Shadra said uncertainly.
"Oh, you know. Peasants. Farmer's daughters. Innkeeper's wives. Bandit strumpets posing as princesses. That sort of thing." I lay back, smile certain. "Whereas
I
am an Imperial Princess. Singular of will and composed utterly in my purpose. No, give me but a few days and I shall enslave him to my whims and turn him into my instrument. Do not fret, Shadra. Do not worry your pretty little head. I shall make it all well."
Shadra was silent for a while. Then at last she said, "I think you should do it then."
"Really?"
"Oh yes. I think it would be good for you. If fact I would very much like to watch."
I lay my head against her small, firm breasts and smiled. Ah! Dear Shadra! Always so loyal! I was so lucky to have her as my lov- fri- servant!
***
I slept a dreamless sleep and woke to find myself pleasantly entangled in Shadra's embrace. I rose and set about contemplating the best way to gain the oversexed oaf's attention. I supposed it would be an easy enough task, what with his tendencies to rut anything that so much as twitched, but the real challenge would be to make sure that he was unaware of any ulterior motive. Yes, he was simple (to understate matters horribly) but even
he
might become suspicious at any sudden change of heart on my part. No, the only way to be
really
sure would be to make him believe that he had somehow managed to seduce me; that it was he, not I, that was in control.
It would be difficult, but I believed that I could persuade him.
Ah! I sounded so sure of myself with my grand and clever plans but the truth was... I ached with a strange uncertainty. I had only to close my eyes and concentrate to see it once more- that purely perfect phallus that haunted my dreams ever since I dared him to reveal it! The- the
relief
that Shadra had brought me was a sweet and glorious thing but its effects were already fading, replaced by that strange hunger that had already began to infect my otherwise clear and concise thoughts. Well, damn the subtle spell that his tauntingly perfect todger had woven over me and damn him! I would prove to be his superior- at strategy, at cunning, and at erotic play!
It was this vow that I walked through the halls of the place to see the triumph- yes triumph- of my (so called) younger half sister. It had been a close-run thing in the end- Prince Strengen apparently attempted some sort of rescue mission involving a griffin he had managed to tame in the space of an hour and a sword he found in some grey-skulled castle, cutting through a dozen of our elite guards before being tossed to his death-
(Almost certain death)
(Probable death)
(Maybe)
(eh, no-one believes it for a second)
Needless to say capturing the pretty and precious princess had been something of a boon to my sister's reputation, as had thwarting her bullish brother's efforts to release her from our grasp. And so she strode in at the head of the column, wearing a dark red and black gown that clung to her body with a slinky confidence. Her blonde hair was wound around her head in the unmistakable echo of a crown. She was surrounded by a nimbus of dark power that seemed to throb with smug, self-righteous satisfaction. Behind her came her surviving cadre of dread imperial dark knights, men and beastmen in two armoured columns bristling with weapons. And in between them, bound in chains, was the Princess of Light.
She was so much shorter than I pictured.
Shorter than myself; shorter than Terra; shorter even than Shadra. She as slender as well, so that the end effect was to make her seem almost child-like- fragile and innocent. There was nothing childlike in her posture, however; her cheeks were dry and her back was stiff as she was led before Daddy. The strange blend of fragility and strength intrigued me and I briefly wondered how she would look kneeling, her eyes brimming with hopeless despair, her slim body naked before me-
(No, I'm not sure why I've been having these weird intrusive thoughts lately. I blame Samuel. And Shadra. This is definitely a result of their bad influence, rather than any sort of predisposition towards lewdity on my part.)
At any rate, the captured princess was brought before Daddy. Terra practically floated as she spoke. "Oh Dark Emperor! I am pleased to announce the Princess Hopestra!" She clasped her hands together. "As promised."
"Excellent," Daddy rumbled atop his throne. "You have done well, my daughter. A worthy start to our invasion and the subjugation of the cursed alliance."
"Monsters!" Hipestra retorted, her eyes flashing with defiance. "You will never prevail against your forces! Why, even now my brother seeks to free me!"
"Your bother has already fallen to his doom!" cackled Tara. "His death was a sweet thing to watch."
I gave as happy sigh as Princess Hopestra proudly proclaimed how her brother must have survived, he would never abandon her, etc. etc. etc.. Dealing with Samuel was- well, it could be oddly refreshing at times. But there really wasn't any sort of replacement for good old-fashioned banter with a
professional
.
"Silence," Daddy intoned. "Your pathetic rantings are of no consequence. Soon, our grant corrupting ritual will corrupt your so-called 'sacred light' and use your very power to doom your people! Bwaha-"
And that's when it all went wrong.