Chapter 4: ALL HAIL THE QUEEN
The walk back to the Imaginarium was sobering for Tina Lafae. Her body was sore from the attack from the ravens folk and her mind was still shaking from the fear of almost being taken to whatever kingdom those monsters hailed from. The horrors they had planned for her might have been her death. Before she was rescued. Before little Mae, who until that point had always seemed like a submissive sex crazed little pixie girl, but that night she had transformed. She had shown her true self to be Mab, queen of the Fae. Who Tina had known as Mae turned out to be the queen's Spring Form and she had now transitioned into her Summer configuration. Mab was taller, fiercer, infinitely more terrifying, and not at all submissive. Mab had effortlessly disposed of each of the ravens folk Warriors like they were nothing, and now they were heading back onto the grounds.
Tina studied the queen's body as she walked behind her, noting the curves around her hips, her breasts, and even her cheekbones seemed more angular, more intentional. Mae had been slight, sexy and pretty and fun to watch. But now, she was different. Her breasts larger, her ass fuller. Her body had become more muscular. Tina watched and her mind wandered at what was under the skin tight black fabric that somehow looked like glass and leather and steel all the same time. Tina had seen Mae do all kinds of things. The first night Tina met her, she watched Mae serve willingly as the bottom for a lesbian gangbang in a prison to three mean big breasted Latina women. Their leader Francalina had been covered in a black Webb tattoo that went all the way from her ass up to her neck and Tina had watched as Mae hungrily licked every inch of that tattoo. Shoving her tongue inside all three of those women's pussies and their asses and they called her every filthy name there was. Most of which Tina had learned that night. And Mae seemed to enjoy all of it. She welcomed it. In fact, Tina recalled now that Mae had asked for it. Mistress Em, whose real name was Maeve had rescued Tina and proven to be who Tina believed was the most powerful Fae woman. Mae asked Maeve for permission to let those prisoners use her body. Now, as they walked, Tina couldn't imagine this goddess of the Fae giving into anything even remotely like that. Francalina and her goons would bow at this creatures feet and Mab would be showing kindness if she even looked down to notice them.
As they entered the Imaginarium again, the echoing sounds of princess bubblegum's sissy gang bang sounded off the walls. Tina realized that watching what it before from behind the bar seemed so long ago now even though it was at most an hour.
The once hulking male captain of the guards had been magically transformed to a thin, slight woman with long blonde hair, bright makeup and a tiny caged penis. She was wearing straps of pink fishnet and all the other guards had been taking turns fucking her ass and using her mouth as a stranger filmed the whole thing and projected it onto the walls for everyone inside the large warehouse of a café to watch. The men had spanked and humiliated and covered Bubblegum with their cum, and they had now taken markers and we're leaving tally marks on her ass cheeks for how many loads she had taken.
Mab led Tina past the stage to the bar and when the woman behind it, a satyr named Lorna, looked up and saw Mab and noted her fierce glowing pink eyes Lorna's head lowered as she realized Mae, who had been her slutty little waitress an hour ago, was now her and whispered, "My queen."
Mab seemed unenthused with anything inside Imaginarium, including Lorna's, reverence and the obscene group ass fucking happening on stage. In a tone as solid as the roots of an old oak tree, she said, "We are closing for drinks now. The guests may stay to finish their fun, but you are done working here for the night. Find my sister and meet me in my quarters." Mab glanced to the stage then turned back to the bartender. "Fetch whoever is acting captain while this one is...indisposed, and fetch my war dogs." And then she left out the front door.
Queen Mab never instructed her, but Tina understood intrinsically that she needed to follow. They moved across the night soaked courtyard and past the apartments where Tina had slept the night before in a room just above young Mae's. They now headed straight for the black and purple mansion at the end of the row that seemed like the royal palace with an enchantment to make it more lovely. The massive doors flung open at Mab's slightest push, echoing in an empty marble slated chamber. In the middle of the great room was a wide staircase that split into two others on either side that reminded Tina of something out of a Disney movie. Effortlessly, Mab moved up the stairs with the sort of rage filled energy that made Tina tired trying to keep up with.
Soon they were inside Mab's private chambers, a room Tina had never seen before. This was like the penthouse a billionaire CEO would conduct business in if that CEO also had access to ancient arts, magic elixir, and a harp that played itself. Mab led her inside and gestured for Tina to sit at a bar across from which was a mirror that showed no reflection of any living thing. A perfect reflection of the room as though it were empty. Mab looked Tina over with an indifferent notation and then mixed her a glass of something dark and green and told her to drink it. "You are hurt. Swallow it all."
Earlier that night, Tina had seen a small vile of pink elixir turn a grown muscular man into a sissy slut that was still taking cock in her holes at that very moment. So Tina was a little nervous taking the first sip. She had trusted the blonde woman at the bar who asked her to help her outside and it almost cost Tina her life. But so far, everything she seen has told her it was safe to trust Mab. And what's more, the sheer authority in Mab's presence meant Tina didn't dare disrespect her by asking what was in the cup. She drank it and found a familiar flavor. It tasted like her childhood summers - like grass stains on her knees, her sun soaked skin after getting out of the pool, and grandma's homemade lemonade after she mowed the lawn. Tina finished the glass and then felt the cut around her lip closing. The taste of blood left her mouth and the bruises along her ribs and the soreness and her knee faded slowly. "Holy shit! This stuff is a miracle."
"No, only Fae medicine. And foolish to share. A wiser queen would have left you in your discomfort a bit longer, to help you learn from your mistake." Mab didn't seem angry or particularly interested, it was said more as a minor musing as she moved about her room.
Tina felt a pang of embarrassment as she knew Mab was right. The Ravensfolk girl had fooled her, but she should have seen through it. But now, she had been healed and her gratitude caused her to stand up and look up in the mirror again, puzzled that she couldn't see her reflection and instead saw the room around her as if no one was in it. And she turned to see Mab, standing in front of a mirror that showed her and no space around her, as if she was standing in a dark void. Below her was a large open book that looked like it had not been touched in a while. Mab started writing notes in a language Tina couldn't read. But she wasn;t staring at the book. She was staring at Mab's powerful thighs, the muscular lining around her spin, the round shapely bottom. Tina had found Mae cute before. But now that she was Mab...the might, the absolute rule of the room, Tina was responding in ways she couldn't explain. Tina responded well to power and Mab was Power. The human girl was so thankful for being rescued and now healed that she wanted to give her thanks. She wanted to get on her knees and thank every inch of the queens glorious feminine body.
"Your desires and sense of affection are quite understandable, mortal. While I'm sure that look in your eyes would bring you many delights inside the Imaginarium, I must ask that while staring at your queen, you do so with more discretion." The queen's voice wasn't sharp or irritated. Tina could still sense the final authority within it and it brought her up short.
"I... I'm so sorry Mae I mean, Mab, my queen... I just."
"Your confusion is also understandable. I did not think to explain the differences in my forms to you before. I had hoped you would know me as my spring configuration for some time. Mae as you know her. I do enjoy allowing her the space to fulfill her carnal desires. When she first takes over after my Winter Form rests, she often requests to be "Carne Furtune Wylded" A form of corporate punishment where the wrongdoer is bound to a tree, naked, and left for anyone authorized in the royal forest to visit and use as they please. She requests it...strange girl. You should know that I am as different from her as if we were two different species. I know all of the interactions you had with her and I think fondly of you, having learned you through her eyes, but you would do well to treat this as though you were meeting a new creature entirely. One who has no desire to please any others nor to be their eye candy. Do you understand, mortal?"
"Yes, my queen." Tina said, keeping her eyes respectfully away from Mab's body.
Barely a few minutes later, the room was filled with a battalion of onyx and diamond armored soldiers. Some of them women, some of them men, some of them both, and some of them neither. All of them beautiful and all of them fierce. Mistress Em, the woman whose real name was Maeve and who Tina had thought was ruler over the Faewylde before Mab awoke, was there as well and Lorna the bartender. As soon as Maeve enter the room, she bowed her head to the queen and removed her own cowl, some of her height and strength seeming to lessen as she did, and with an air of reverence, offered it to Mab. "Your highness, I did not expect you to return so soon."
"Nor did I, my dear sister. The foolish acts of a few dearly departed Ravens and one apologetic human have cut my Spring run short. But, no use dwelling. I thank you for watching the Throne for me, but the time has come.." and with that she donned the cowl, which looked like a thin over coat made of sheen black fabric. The dark material took to her like a lovers hand sliding between familiar fingers, and she was covered in a majestic dark cape that seemed almost like a wing draped around her. Black tendrils of energy reached up from her back and formed a crown of hard vines and ivy around her head that then lit into a colorful fire of reds, oranges, and a deep auburn. The flames did not burn her and did not appear to be hot.
The queen stood, crowned in Summer flames and protected by a magical darkness at her back. Her voice was full as addressed her soldiers, "The ravensfolk have attacked, but they have not broken the treaty. They sought to harm one in my sister's protection through deception, by luring her into neutral territory. The accords would not forbid them from harming her outside of our queendom. Therefore, no official act of war can be done in response. Yet, if they think they can do this and pay only the price of their soldiers' lives, they have forgotten why we are first of the queendoms. We shall show our strength within the bounds of the accords. One of the ravensfolk generals spend his off time offering his patronage to a dancer in a club in the Satyr kingdom. Lorna, you lived there once before swearing your fealty here. You will escort my war dogs in the morning. War dogs, you will wait for this general in the shadows and when he leaves the club, you will take him. You will not bring him here nor will you allow him to return home, but inside the neutral territory, you will keep him, and you will find exactly what the ravensfolk are planning next, then you will end him and leave him for his people to find. Go and prepare, Lorna you stay."
The jewel-armored soldiers crossed their hands in an X over their chest and then released it, and in unison said, "Honor to the queen."
Mab nodded in recognition of their service and they left Mistress Em, Queen Mab, Lorna, and Tina alone in the room.
"What now shall we do with the mortal, my queen?" Mistress Em asked.
Mab barely spared half a glance to Tina. "She is still yours, my sister, do with her what you will."
Tina glanced back to Mistress Em who was taller and more slender than her sister. She had always hard an air of power that was so potent Tina couldn't even see her as sexual beyond beautiful. But now, without the cowl and standing next to Queen Mab...she wasn't less powerful or beautiful, but somehow Tina could now see them both more clearly. Less fearfully. And the same overwhelming desire she had to please Mab now fell on Em just as strongly. Mistress Em smiled as she noticed the human's thighs rubbing together and the eager bite on her lower lip. "Well, if the Ravensfolk tried to lure her once, perhaps she shouldn't be left alone. Why'd don't you keep her here as your handmaid? I am sure she would not mind seeing to your every need."
Mab stepped out from the back room wearing nothing but a bright red thong that had fire colored lace wrapping up and covering the tips of her breasts. The cowl that hid her magical fire crown was gone, somewhere inside the bedroom. She scoffed as she opened a closet and took out a deep green robe. "I am sure she would. But I have a queendom to run and an enemy to destroy and no mind for idle pleasures. Use her yourself, if you wish."
Tina couldn't help but flush at the idea of being used by either of these women, or both. She glanced over to the bartender and thought maybe all three of them might use her. What was she saying? Tina had never thought about a woman like this until lately and here she was, fantasizing about..."my god!" She thought. She envisioned herself back in the prison, on her knees with Mab, Em, and the bartender using her tongue and mouth. The same way Mae was willfully let those prisoners roughly use her...now Tina was curious how it might feel What was happening to her?
