This is my first story of this nature. Please forgive any errors, be constructive with your comments, and kind with your ratings. I hope you enjoy.
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The Demon Queen's gleaming red eyes shone inside the darkened room as her hips moved back and forward in perfect rhythm. The young elven maiden had innocently wandered into the castle grounds not more than half an hour ago. Now she was no longer a virgin. Her body was bent forward over the stone plinth in the centre of the room as the Queen's gigantic girl-cock pounded inside her.
The elf had orgasmed several times already and from the way her large, golden eyes were rolling in their sockets, another climax was closing in. It mattered not to the Demon Queen. She fucked her victims for her gratification, not theirs.
The small maiden was shaped perfectly, with flawless skin the colour of fine white marble. Her gently curving hips, apple sized breasts and smooth pubic mound were impossible to resist. Who wouldn't want to corrupt a creature that exuded such grace and loveliness?
The Demon Queen's pendulous breasts bounced mesmerically on her impressive frame as she thrust her hips forward even faster. The elf was tighter than anything she had experienced for some time and the exquisite way she squeezed the pounding girl-cock with her internal muscles had brought another orgasm closer.
It was good entertainment. For the time being. She would use and discard the pretty young elven maiden before the main course arrived. Another woman, a warrior from the West, would soon enter the castle ramparts, seeking out the Demon Queen in the misguided belief that she could destroy her.
She could have no idea of the fate awaiting her arrival...
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Darkness was closing in as the Warrior Princess' strong powerful legs propelled her through the thick growth of forest. She congratulated herself on timing her journey so well. On this occasion, darkness was her friend, a weapon to be used in her quest to fulfil her mission.
As was her wont when she travelled vast distances, her clothing was kept to the minimum. The wrap around vest barely contained her large, pointed breasts and her skimpy loincloth covered her essentials yet left a goodly portion of her asscheeks visible. Why hinder her progress with unnecessary clothing?
Emerging from the clinging shrubs into a small and unexpected clearing to the left, she took a few moments to regain her breath. It had been a long and arduous journey to this point. Everything seemed still, peaceful, and yet that unusual stillness alarmed her senses. Her well honed instincts told her something was wrong and that she needed to return to the cover of the forest.
But just as she turned towards the trees again, a flock of birds broke the silence as they suddenly flew high into the air from their resting places in the nearby branches above her. When a small deer bolted from the undergrowth a ran past her, she knew that the danger was closing in. They had been disturbed, and not by her.
The fist of her right hand tightened on the grip of her long sword as she crouched and glanced all around her.
In the semi-darkness, it was impossible to make out anything other than shadows in the distance. Yet something was there. She knew it. A loud crash from the nearby shrubbery confirmed her suspicions and it took only a brief moment to identify the marauders as they charged toward her. Two of them. Orcs.
The foul and vicious green skinned creatures resembled humans only in that they had two arms, two legs, and something of a small, ugly head. She had met several on her journey so far. These two would go the same way as the rest.
Lifting her long sword from its sheath across her back, the powerful muscles in her arms helped her twirl the large weapon twice around her head for maximum impact. As soon as the lead Orc entered her swing plane, she brought it down in a tight, deadly arc and severed the foul creature's head from its shoulders.
The Orc fell at her feet with a short squawk, blood spurting from its squirming torso.
The kill stopped the other Orc in its tracks. They had tried to take her by surprise and now it had to think again. Protectively holding out its crudely crafted scimitar, it slowly circled the Warrior Princess, looking for any sign of weakness.
The respite lasted only a couple of seconds. It suddenly charged again, swinging the scimitar around in a path that would have sliced the Warrior Princess in two had it found its mark. Instead, the warrior woman brought her sword down again, eliciting a high pitched squealing sound from the horrid creature as her blade separated the creature's hand from its arm.
With nothing to lose, the wounded Orc lunged in an attempt to tear into her neck with its jagged, yellow teeth.
The Warrior Princess put her left hand in its face, keeping it away from her exposed throat as she thrust her blade in the creature's barrel-like chest. It fell face down onto the ground next to her, gurgling and twitching in its death throes.
She leant on her sword, breathing heavily as she surveyed the two corpses. Each battle along the way had taken a little more out of her than the previous encounter and she knew she needed all her strength for her forthcoming confrontation with the Demon Queen.
Waiting until her aching limbs began to relax, she stared around her once again in the waning light. Darkness was closing in and it was time to continue her quest. Reaching into the small leather pouch attached to her waist, she pulled out a crystal orb that radiated light.
It increased the chances of her being seen, she knew, and if the Demon Queen gained wind of her approach then all was lost. But if there were more Orcs nearby then the quicker she made her way back through the woods the better.
Holding the glowing sphere in one hand, she cautiously made her way back through the underbrush, using her sword to cut through any fallen branches that barred her progress.
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It was over a couple of long hours later before the weary warrior stopped again, desperate for rest. She was tired, hungry and thirsty and knew she needed to be in prime condition to defeat her enemy.
The small clearing by the side of the river offered enough protection to use as a temporary base and she quickly searched behind the larger trees around the edge for several pieces of suitable wood. The air had grown chilly with the setting of the sun and it took only a few minutes to have a small fire going.
She carefully placed her glowing sphere back in its leather pouch and settled down on the grass beside the fire. The flames threw dancing shadows on the trees surrounding her and she imagined them as her guardian angels, protecting her from whatever other dangers lurked in the darkness.
One hour. She would rest for one hour.
Then she would fulfil her destiny.
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The Demon Queen stroked the monster sized girl-cock between her thighs as she observed the sleeping woman from her position in the trees. This one was a real beauty, with golden locks the colour of sunshine and bound into a pony tail behind her head.
Even better, her clothing covered only as much of her voluptuous body as modesty demanded.
The small oatmeal-coloured cloth vest was connected by two slender straps to her shoulders, just long enough to cover her two full breasts. The hard nipples protruding through the material confirmed she was naked underneath. It ended at her rib line, displaying her tanned flat stomach, and beneath she wore only a loincloth that did nothing to hide her prominent mound.
Only the calf length black boots offered any substance. They were sewn from soft leather, probably doeskin.
The Demon Queen's gaze flickered back to the woman's face, and those wonderfully thick lips. They would feel wonderful around her hardness. Life kept serving up such delicacies...
While she admired the woman's courage, she cursed her stupidity. Many of her kind had tried to defeat her. She had slaughtered the men instantly and then killed the women, too, but only after she had used them to sate her insatiable sexual needs.
The same fate awaited this stunning creature...
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The Warrior Princess was dreaming. It was a dream unlike any other. Someone had entered her space, a shaven headed devil-looking woman with a strong muscular body, pendulous breasts—and a humungous girl-cock swaying between her thighs!
The woman perfectly fitted the description of her enemy, except that no-one had ever seen the Demon Queen. There were just rumours that travelled across the land, all spoken in hushed tones. Was that it? Now that she was so close to fulfilling her destiny was she actually dreaming of her enemy?
The woman was leaning over her, so close that she could feel her hot breath on her cheek. She was using her index finger to fractionally part her lips, slowly dribbling a few globules of saliva downwards inside her dry mouth.
The woman's gleaming red eyes glowed in satisfaction as she swallowed the offering, and then she began to fade from sight as the Warrior Princess felt a warmth begin to sweep through her veins. The sensation circled around her sleeping body, alerting her senses and bringing her nipples alive before resting between her thighs.
She could no longer see the woman in her dream, but could suddenly feel her lying behind her, her large breasts pressing against her back, her nipples burning into her skin. And the way that gigantic girl-cock rested against her ass cheeks increased the curiously warm feelings she was feeling between her thighs.
The Demon Queen's appendage was legendary. Larger than any man's ... than any creature known to man...
And it was lengthening against her ass, rising majestically in an obvious state of arousal. Even through her loincloth, she could feel its swollen head persistently nudging against her strangely wet opening.
