Author's note: I know, I know, it's been a long time. I took a break, but I've written a bunch more of this story.
Since it's been a while, I figured a brief recap is in order.
We began with Avara, a Conan-like (futa) orc traveling the desert steppes, looking for fortune. She's accosted by bandits and kills them all, except for Kira, a small, plucky and annoying bandit who wears an open vest, showing off her small breasts.
They meet Talla, a sorceress who has trapped a demon of lust to use as a source of magic. They team up, moving on to the city of Yotul, hearing rumors of a wealthy queen.
Queen Siggy, profoundly voluptuous with massive breasts, is a terrible ruler. That makes robbing her much easier. Together, Avara, Kira and Talla recruit a fourth member, a whore named Relah, to make plans to pull off a heist on Siggy's palace. Kira meets with her contact Conner, who exchanges information on the palace for sex.
And now we continue. In this chapter, we see a regular day in the life of Queen Siggy (not to mention her husband, King Bofod), and then the gang begins their heist.
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Siggy fluttered her eyes open, the early afternoon sunlight shining in through high windows in her chambers. As usual, she had slept all through morning, and as usual, her pussy was wet with arousal upon waking.
She smiled and shifted slightly while laying on her side. Bofod was already awake and sucking on her tit. He always started the day off that way, held by the larger woman's arms and legs, face mashed into one her enormous udders, cheeks drawing inward with lips wrapped tightly over her wide, brown areola.
"Morning, Boffy," whispered Siggy, running her fingers through his hair.
The king simply murmured in response and sucked harder, making Siggy's already large nipple grow fatter and longer in his mouth. They lay that way for a while, with Siggy slowly rubbing her thighs together and running fingers through her husband's hair while cooing.
"What's on the schedule today?" she asked.
Bofod's mouth popped away from her nipple, leaving it swollen and slick with his saliva. He looked up at her with his big, puppy dog eyes. "Faore said the ambassador from Corlac is arriving today. That's one of the cities you didn't sack. Faore says we need to open up trade with them this time, instead of cutting off the ambassador's head and sending it back as a warning."
He turned his attention back to her massive nipple, eyes closed, missing it at first as it bounced against his cheek, then sucked down onto it.
Siggy sighed. "Oh, very well, if we must. Then what?"
Bofod popped away from the nipple. "Some of the townspeople that hate you requested an audience to discuss how you run the city. Faore says instead of slaughtering them all, this time you should talk a bit or else you won't have any townspeople left to rule."
Siggy rolled her eyes and guided Bofod's head back to her teat. She scoffed. "The insolence. I'll see how I feel at the time."
Bofod fought away from the pillow of Siggy's tit, looking up at her again with her nipple brushing against his lips. "Then Faore has some new guards for you to approve. She says they're a fearsome lot, but of course you have the final say in who wields a sword in the palace."
"Of course."
"After that is the nightly orgy to Mistress Guulshura. You said you wanted to retire some of the members before then because you were growing bored of them."
"Oh yes, that," said Siggy. "We need fresh recruits. Remember to remind me to tell Faore to conscript some more townspeople. The old ones can either go to the dungeons or the pit, as needed." She pulled his face back against her tit.
They woke that way, as they usually did, softly petting and shifting and sighing against each other. Bofod gently bucked his hips against Siggy's thigh, and she felt the cold steel of his chastity device rub her skin.
He let go of her nipple, letting it rest on his cheek as he looked up at her. "Sorry to ask, my love, but have you had any luck finding the key yet?"
Siggy groaned. In annoyance, not ecstasy. "Oh
Bofod
, I keep telling you, I'm still looking for it."
"Oh, okay. It's just...it's been quite a while now. Several years, in fact."
"Yes, yes, as you always say. You certainly know how to ruin a morning."
"But it's not morning anymore."
The curtain's to her room opened, and her three orcs walked in, saving her from her husband's insufferable conversation. Faore was the captain, the orc in charge of her guard and army, tall and strong with hair that stood up high in a mohawk. She was also in charge of the remaining two orcs. Shel, with her hair shorter and spiky, shaved on the sides, and Lash, her whole head shaved close. She had a habit of running her hand over the stubble.
"Good morning, mistress," said Faore, and all three orcs bowed in reverence.
"Haven't you heard?" said Siggy. "It's not morning anymore, as my husband so helpfully pointed out." She sat upward, and immediately felt the immense weight of her breasts wanting to pull her right back down. They hung heavily down onto her belly, past her belly button.
Why can't a litter just carry me around at all times?
she thought.
These monsters will be the death of me.
She loved her breasts, but wished she could take them off from time to time, heavy as they were.
The two orcs in the rear carried both food, drink, and a tub of washing water. They went to work preparing Siggy for the day. Bofod dressed while that happened, which simply consisted of him throwing on a long and loose tunic that fell to his thighs, and slipping into some richly made sandals.
Lash set a platter of fruits and dates on a low table by the spread of blankets and pillows, and filled a silver cup with cool water. She went about cutting the food, arranging it perfectly, the top of her shaved head visible.
Faore spoke up. "The ambassador from--"
"I know, I know," said Siggy. "Dear Boffy already told me all about it."
Faore nodded respectfully at Bofod. "Would that our mistress was as dutiful as our good king," said the orc.
Bofod smiled with pride.
