Dethroned Ch 01

Queen Ellendere waited.

Time had frozen upon her orders. Counselors and wise-women looked at each other, or into their empty plates. Looking at their reflections before the world broke them apart.

Well, there was nothing to be done about it. Her heart thudded in her chest as every second trickled down into the abyss, lost forever. Tension flowed around the room in droves, hammering each of them into an unrecognizable mess. Tension, and something else. Lia did not acknowledge it. It wasn't meant to be yet.

To be fair, it wasn't meant to be forever. Maybe in her bed, with her new husband, explaining to him in whispers that yes, this was okay. Yes, this was right. No, don't be afraid of hurting me. But there was to be no husband now. The world had come tumbling around them, and they'd sat ensconced in their walls of stone, never expecting that the Undead army would lay it down, brick by brick. Including her. Her timely surrender had spared her city.

Each of them tensed as the sound of laughter approached. Some eyed her, begging. Didn't they understand? She didn't

want

them to beg. She hoped they wouldn't defy her last royal decree. Hoped that in the end, she was still their queen. The door to the throne room slammed open, and in walked Erik the Conqueror, leader of the Undead Army. He was of formidable build, matching the descriptions she had had delivered to her months ago when the sun still shone and everything was a bad dream that would go away like it always does and--

Click.

He was carrying a chain. The undead had already surrounded the counselors and the Court of Justice. She took a deep breath, and followed the line of the chain. Women, royal women, dragged alongside it. Each of them were physically royal, marked by the color of their hair, the complexion of their skins, their eyes, and in some cases, they were even allowed to keep on wearing their royal adornments. Everything about these women was unique. The only thing they shared was their defeated look. The look that signified that they weren't royalty anymore. They were Erik's royal harem.

And soon, she would join them.

But, she had resolved, as she stepped down from the throne. She had thought long and hard, and realized that as a queen, she would have to keep on fighting. This was her fight. Her soldiers had lost, but

she

hadn't. Even in his harem, she would keep on resisting. The only thought she could spare her abandoned people was that they would see as she did. Not see her as someone who had left her country -- and herself, -- to the wolves, but as someone who kept fighting even when stripped naked. She hoped they would rally behind that.

"Queen Ellendere," his voice boomed across the hall. She refused to be startled. "I got your letter of acceptance."

"So you did. Spare my people."

"Noble. Your very last action as a free woman."

"I'll still be my own woman," she said, head held up in defiance.

He snickered. "We'll see."

Her court watched as he approached her. He was even larger up close, foul breath emanating out of him with every loud exhale. Then

snap

. She was on the floor, her brain tumbling inside of her head. He had slapped her. Laughter rumbled across the room as his Undeads laughed alongside him. Remarkably, she remained calm, and glared up at him, spitting at his feet.

"I like it when they're feisty," he said, unbuckling his belt. Of course, he was going to take her right here. With half her family in attendance, unable to leave. He would break their spirits this way. But not hers. She retained her dignified look, even as he dragged her by the hair back to the throne. She kneeled beside it, and he sat down on it, his manhood already out. The sheer size of it made her gulp. With another swift tug of her hair, he had her impaled on it. The taste stung her very being. Bitter and metallic and sweaty. He nonchalantly began talking to her advisors, some of whom were no doubt happy with this turn of events. They discussed everything from finances to sanitation as she worked him up, jaw aching. All the while he talked, sometimes pushing her head, forcing her throat to accommodate him even as she gagged and coughed and sputtered. Once, while discussing the agricultural yield of the Milar province, he pulled her out and began rubbing his wet shaft across her face. Refused to be cowed, she had only glared up at him.

"Work the balls too," was the only thing he said to her before her face was shoved into them. They were as nasty as the rest of his body, but she did her task diligently. She licked him all over, praying it would end soon. Her throat laxed eventually, and she was able to partially take him in and work at a pace she felt comfortable. The sounds of her slurping and sucking cock interspersed with the frightful voices of her court, and his booming assertions and sometimes, moans. Eventually, she had him in both of her hands, his testicles party in her mouth, and her glare pointed right at his stupid face. Her arms were beginning to burn at the pace she was pleasuring him, but he showed no signs of finishing.

"She still needs to learn," he said, laughing. He lifted her in a scoop and dropped her on the table, head hanging below, positioned right next to his throbbing, wet, disgusting cock. "Watch," he murmured, unbuttoning her dress. Her bare breasts felt the cold for a second, before his warm hands enveloped them. Then the world turned dark as he

plunged

into her. Her lungs burned as he continued to pummel her. His balls slammed against her face as he massaged himself with his throat, over and over. "Watch, as I take your queen."

Were these awful sounds coming out of her? She didn't care. She tried pushing him away, to relieve the burning in her lungs, but he was relentless. The few seconds he let her have every now and then only reinforced her terror. Eventually, he parked himself inside, just barely letting her breathe. The flood of relief inside of her was too much to bear. She did not want to die in such a pathetic manner. The chain rattled, and a click sounded. Someone approached, and climbed the table. Then her dress was being fumbled with. She half-heartedly tried to resist, but his massive arms pinned her down. Her legs were spread apart as she was bared. And then her wetness was exposed for the whole world to see. Soft fingers ran down her slit and she couldn't help but release a moan.

"She likes being conquered," he said. "Never forget that. Climb her, Nikolai."

Nikolai. She froze. Could it be? She had said she'd escaped! How could she be here?

"I've always wanted to take these sisters together," he said, satisfaction oozing out of his voice. She could not see her; she straddled her, and soon this woman's -- her sister's -- pussy overtook her vision. "Say something, Nikolai."

"Breed us together," Nikolai murmured in desire. It was clearly her. Elle closed her eyes as Erik began pummeling her sister. Nikolai's tongue began caressing Elle's cunt. She tried not to feel the pleasure streaking through her at each lick. He was as rough with her as he had been with Elle, smacking her tits and her ass. Nikolai screamed in pleasure when she wasn't nuzzling Elle. The voice woke something primal inside of Elle. She forced her mind to think of something else, anything else. But nothing changed. His cock slid in and out of her, her tongue roved around her clit, until she could no longer bear it. Her body ached with a need that she didn't know she possessed. Without considering what she was doing, she enclosed her mouth around Nikolai's dripping pussy, kissing it with as much fervor as she could muster.

"None of them are fit to be queen, as you can all clearly see," Erik announced to the room as be continued to pummel into her sister. "A whorehouse would be a better place."

The lack of resistance frightened her to the core, but she knew they were biding their time. Right now, her job was to please Erik. And so she did, she would please him like a queen. She began lapping at his balls as they jiggled right in front of her. Only a few moments later, Erik groaned in ecstasy, ramping his pace to frightening speeds, emptying his load inside Nikolai, who cooed in pleasure. Semen spilled out of her as he continued to drive inside her. Elle did the best she could with it, the saltiness of it driving her to gags. In the end, her face was still covered with the seed of his victory. When he pulled out, more dribbled out, practically coating her face with it. Without a word, Nikolai spun around. Elle saw her face for the first time in months. She looked much the same. The fierceness in her eyes was ever-present. Before Elle could give her a good look, their lips were pressed against each other in a full kiss. Elle tried to push her away but she was insistent. Their tongues battled for a moment before she pulled away, and began licking her face clean.

Her gaze landed on her advisors, who were watching them openly. They had all watched them grow up in this castle. What would they think now? Both sisters, now prisoners, nothing more than sex slaves to the man who they would now call king. She did not know. She only hoped they could see what she saw.

"Nikolai is a fast learner," Erik murmured, caressing her hair. His shaft was still just as hard, plastered with semen and Nikolai. "I hope you will be too."

She clenched her teeth and glared up at him. He laughed and grabbed their bodies, spinning them on the table easily. She knew what would happen next. The poke of his shaft on her wet cunt was something she had been preparing for for the past week. The pain she expected, of course. But the pleasure that snaked into her very veins surprised her so much that she moaned out around her sister's lips. He plunged into her as if she were a toy, and for some reason her body

liked

it. When he pulled out, her very essence followed him, before slamming into her body again. She lost control of her muscles, and would've grabbed onto his body if it weren't for Nikolai, peppering her with kisses and reassurances.

"It'll be okay," she whispered, as their new king claimed Elle's pussy with a force that left her whimpering. "You have nothing to worry about, sister."

The words registered in her mind through a thick haze. If she wasn't in the middle of being fucked pregnant, she would've found the irony to be extremely amusing. Her little sister was now comforting her. Elle's hands found her breasts, and she squeezed them, holding them for comfort. The next brush of their lips sent her tumbling through a rush of emotions so strong that she cried out Nikolai's name in ecstasy. Their clits touched as she was rushed into an orgasm. The painful smack Erik delivered only made it so much more sweeter. She didn't realize she was biting into Nikolai's shoulder until she'd regained some sense of the world again. Erik looked down at them both in glee, and with a slap to her face, began drilling his seed into her womb, spurt after spurt. It leaked out onto Nikolai, who was humping against Elle wildly, an orgasm shaking her body. They held each other as Erik left them, walking back to his throne.

"You," he said, pointing to Hu; her trusted military advisor, "are you satisfied with me as your king?"

"Yes," his small voice echoed in the room. "Very satisfied."

The words were like a dagger to her heart. Erik repeated the same question to everyone in the room; her cousins, aunts, and uncles, old friends, and the ambassadors. Each of them claimed they were satisfied. Her aunt even had the audacity to exclaim that they were finally being led by a true monarch. Nikolai pinned her tightly, preventing her from charging at the woman in defiance. But what use was it? She

was

defeated. She was lying in her throne room, covered in the conquerer's cum; her own sister licking it off. They were both reduced to nothing but slaves, and if she was counting on help from her council; well, there was none coming.

The talk moved on to more important matters. It was as if neither of the former queens existed. Perhaps it was better that way.