Axina
Axina flipped through several sheets of parchment as her carriage rumbled along a back country road. The Queen had provided her with two separate files full of parchment. The first contained information on the Ladies of Bosom Axina was supposed to command on the hunt for her target, the new Ultramale. A few of her allies looked as though they might be useful. Three had Bosoms equivalent to lower level Baronesses, and two of those had a fairly good amount of battle experience.
The other folder was more interesting. It contained information on the Ladies that had been confirmed to be in Thrall to the Ultramale.
The first was Mirah Vageena, a Baroness of about Axina's age. According to her dossier, Mirah was a scholar and a holder of strange notions, as well as a suspected Phallic Cultist. A disquieting possibility. Axina wouldn't believe that any Lady was a Phallic Cultist without surefire proof, not even if she were Axina's enemy.
Mirah's mother, Xencina Vageena, came next. The woman had apparently been the youngest ever raised to the rank of Papess of the Most Nurturing and Feminine Church of Womanhood at age 19. At 39, she was supposedly still a firebrand and a zealot, a true believer in Goddess-given truth. Axina doubted that Xencina was really that devout. She had fallen prey to a mere male after all, even if he was an Ultramale.
The final name sent a chill down Axina's spine. Jea Dikei, self-styled Field Marshal, bustiest of all Ladies beneath only the Queen herself. She was the greatest general and the strongest warrior in living memory. Axina had spent many of her adolescent years poring over accounts of the legendary Lady's more famous battles. Jea Dikei against Duchess Amber. Jea Dikei against the Western Coalition. Jea Dikei against the South-Eastern Anti Dikei Alliance. Even when outnumbered a hundred to one, Dikei always won easily. If even one such as she could be subjugated, it spoke volumes about the power of her opponent.
And of course, there was the male himself to contend with. As a male, he wouldn't possess any significant combat ability when up against a Lady of Bosom surely. That didn't necessarily mean he wasn't dangerous. Axina knew that the main threat he posed was the ability to inflame her own lust. If she surrendered to her own libido, even for an instant, she would lose. If he got his cock inside her, she would be in thrall forever, locked in eternal worshipful bliss of a big, powerful male...
Flushing, Axina banished that image from her mind. The key would be to strike a lethal blow from hiding. Axina's Feminine Magic was perfect for that. She could make a fireball that would burn right through him.
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Axina ordered the carriage driver to wait for her at the bottom of the ridge. She would traverse the remaining distance to the allied camp on foot. She wanted to observe them before she joined them openly.
Before long, Axina saw the column of smoke that must have come from their campfire. She used feminine power to enhance her legs, making the climb easier. Even this slight use of power stirred undeniable arousal within her, but she was able to cope with it fairly well now.
She slowed as she approached the campsite. Stealth had never been Axina's forte. As a Lady of Bosom she had been a general on the field, a magical duelist and courtier, but never an assassin. This would be a good opportunity to see if she was able to sneak up on a target without their knowledge. She carefully skirted around bushes and slipped between trees, careful not to let any sound of her movements disturb the quiet morning air. The campsite was just ahead of her now. She peered out from behind a tree.
The camp was in ruins. The only way to describe what must have taken place here was "sexual massacre". Torn clothing and unconscious women lay strewn around the camp, at least twenty of them. Some were commoners, others were Ladies of Bosom. The entire scene was coated in thick gobs of white goo, smeared all over faces, dripping from breasts, gushing from gaping pussies and assholes, splattered all over the ground.
Axina spotted one who was still conscious. She was a pretty little brown haired thing, with tits no bigger than apples. Clearly minor lady, then. The girl was lying on her back, both hands furiously working fingers into her gaping, sperm sodden snatch as she moaned softly.
Axina approached the girl quickly. "How many?" She hissed.
The young Lady gazed at Axina with glazed eyes. "How many?" She echoed Axina's words as if she couldn't understand their meaning.
"How many males did this?" Axina clarified, mind racing. It must have been a coordinated ambush. How long had it been since there had been a male rebellion in the kingdom?
The young Lady smiled softly. "One," she said, the telltale dreaminess of clock-thrall plain in her expression and tone. "There could only be one like him in all the world... at least for now." She caressed her bare stomach happily. "He told me to have his babies," she cooed.
Just one. It had to be him! The new Ultramale! It boggled Axina's mind that even he would be capable of this. And it moistened her pussy, too.
At that moment, a loud cry sounded from further up the ridge. Axina left the minor Lady to her blissful masturbation, creeping up the hill. This would be her chance. She channeled Feminine Power, creating a fireball in one hand, preparing to throw. As she climbed, the nature of the cries from above became clear. They were moans of ecstasy.
Axina approached the crest of the hill on her belly, peeking up from behind a rock. What she saw sent a lightning bolt of fear to her heart and one of lust to her loins. Four incredibly Busty Ladies knelt on the stone, sweat slick and legs spread as they frigged themselves furiously, eyes glued on the spectacle before them. They were watching as two other Ladies (the ones who were supposed to have been Axina's two best allies) were being systematically sexually annihilated by a male of preposterous proportions.
This was the Ultramale, surely. Axina couldn't help comparing him to the most powerful male she had previously ever seen, Duchess Matrona's first born son, Male 1111. The Ultramale was perhaps a few inches shorter than 1111, though he was certainly still massive by average standards. His body was just as heavily muscled. What struck Axina the most, though, wasn't his body, it was the way he fucked. 1111 always fucked like he was trying to kill whoever was on the other end of his dick, and sometimes he succeeded. The Ultramale, on the other hand, fucked like he owned the two women before him. Like he owned
all women everywhere.
He made no special effort to hurt them or pleasure them, but drove himself forward with the sure knowledge that his cock would provide them with boundless pain and pleasure nonetheless.
From her current position, Axina couldn't get a good look at the most interesting part of the Ultramale, but she could see his massive ballsack hanging down between his legs, swinging and slapping against the flesh of his two victims with the force of twin fists. Surely, she thought, even titanic testes like those must be running dry after the deluge of jizz they had blasted below. But in moments she was proven wrong. With a low growl, the Ultramale wrenched himself from the stretched hole of one of the broken Baronesses, and blasted a torrent of thick white fluid, covering both sluts from face to thighs in sticky male-goo. The two bitches (for that was all they were, now, whatever their previous positions in life) both pulled apart the stretched lips of their labia, obviously desiring as much of his seed as they could possibly get inside of them.
When his orgasm finally waned, the Ultramale turned, and Axina beheld his cock. She couldn't look away. It was the most dangerous thing she had ever seen. She sensed a power in it, a power that was the antithesis of the Feminine Power in her breasts.
Knowing she would only have one chance, she stood and threw her fireball right at the only part of him that she could see. She gasped in horror as the ball of flame left her hand. Could she really destroy something as beautiful as that cock? Her fireball streaked toward him, much too fast for him to dodge. It was hot enough to melt his flesh right through to the other side. It would destroy him instantly! In that moment, Axina should have felt anticipation and pride for her accomplishment. What she felt instead was terror.
The fireball struck his cock... and dissipated. As if the Feminine Power fueling the spell had simply given up. It was at that moment, Axina realized that she was both literally and figuratively
fucked
.
An instant later, three of the four masturbatory onlookers leapt to their feet, preparing spells of annihilation for the impudent bitch who dared to attack their Master.
The male held out a hand to them. "Stop," he said in a voice that oozed command.
"But Your Majesty!" protested the shorter one, with freckles and glasses.
"You have seen that she is no danger to me," said the Ultramale. He continued to walk toward Axina. She could only stare mutely up at him, unable to summon the will to try and attack again, or even to flee.
Then, he set his balls on her upturned face. Axina's entire world was the feel and smell of hot, sweaty sack-flesh, marinated in the ejaculate of countless women. She did not masturbate, nor did she suck, lick, or kiss his balls. It was not out of defiance that she refrained from those things. Rather, the experience of
him
, right there, in her face, was simply too great. There was no room in her mind to think of taking any action whatsoever, let alone to perform it. Her pussy throbbed with need, sending wetness dripping down her thighs. Her Bosom, too, throbbed, in time with the heartbeat she could feel through his sack, both intensifying, growing, seeming to feed each other...
"No." The word, pronounced by the Ultramale, struck Axina like a thunderbolt. She gasped for air as he lifted his balls off her face. Only then did she realize that she hadn't drawn in a breath since he'd survived her fireball attack.
As he began to walk away, Axina managed to sputter out, "Why? Why spare me?"
He turned his head, and for the first time Axina was able to pull her eyes up to his face. His stealy eyes looked out at the world as if dominating everything they saw, including her. He said, "When I catch a little fish, I throw it back in the river. Not for the fish's sake. I do this so that I might catch the fish again when it has grown bigger." He cocked his head, looking at her with a curious expression. "Something about you makes me think you can grow much bigger than you are. Now swim along, little fish. Before I change my mind."
Franticly, before he could change his mind (or maybe before she could change hers) Axina sprinted down the hill with the full power of her Bosom enhancing her legs. She ran for the better part of an hour in a random direction, moving at reckless speed. At last, she could go no further. She collapsed in the middle of a meadow, hands tearing at her own dress, groping for her tits and pussy, rubbing, grinding, her mouth gasping, her body quivering with the need that her hands alone simply couldn't satisfy.