Chapter 5 - Pray for a Healthy Harvest
After the formalities end, the king takes the two women deeper into the keep, passing through a disheveled but large inner courtyard. The area shows signs of the recent battle, an uprooted tree here, a gutted flower bed there, and some scorch marks on the walls and paving stones. Elli passes a shattered flower pot in that white shimmering stone that even though broken is probably still worth more than the lives of her entire family.
"Come, it took me hours to break through their last defenses. Most of them put up quite a fight!" The demon king is in a high mood as they approach a set of gold doors, carved or molded so that the shape of a busty, scantily armored warrior maiden forms the centerpiece that connects both doors. "Lovely, wasn't she?"
Arisselia goes pale. The king continues, unbothered. "She really was strong, almost as strong as you, my queen. And even more determined. I offered her a place in my harem, as a concubine of course! I had a feeling she'd need coaching before I could enjoy her body more. Alas, she said no and used a powerful spell to seal her life-force into a shield to protect the inner sanctum."
"That's a forbidden act... she had to know it wasn't enough to keep you out!" The queen, mortified, hides the trembling of her hands by clenching at her gown.
"It wasn't." He palms the statuesque relief, cheek first before brushing over its neck and bust. "It's a real shame. Her god didn't even try to save her, unless this is how he thought he could. Instead we had to break the shields around this place and very carefully cut around her to reopen the doorways. I was tempted to cut straight through her, but I'm not convinced she's solid gold. Seemed too morbid. Ah, but she does make the perfect herald for my harem's new chamber." He slides his hand to the side and pushes the door open.
Both women give another respectful glance at the last guardian of the inner sanctum as they walk past.
"Well, my dear wife! Is it everything you were hoping for?" The king spins around in the well-lit space, arms spread wide. The inner sanctum is opulent, a crystal set over the roof high overhead to let in light, towering walls with stained glass motives starting about twenty feet up. The space is nearly empty, except for a fountain at its center with a basin wide enough for four grown men to cleanse themselves in before they pray to their god--or five or six women preparing themselves for theirs. And at the heart of the sanctum, the back wall, is a set of gold statues set close to the stone, all facing the altar of Eidannos. The altar itself is a humble table with a single bowl of flame, everburning, displayed on it, with a cushion for kneeling set out in front. A larger marble alcove holds relics and offerings of food and wine.
It reminds Elli that this is a hallowed place, one inside which only the Holy Knights are allowed. She shouldn't be here. A glance at Arisselia shows that she feels the same misgivings.
"My king, when you promised to do this, I was thinking more of a 'let's fuck on my enemies' thrones' sort of deal." The queen tries to laugh off her discomfort.
"Afraid of an old, dead god, my dear Sorceress of the High Veils?" He mocks, one hand waving in a magic gesture just before the door slams shut, making Elli jump and trapping them inside the sacred space with him. "If it helps, you can't be smited when you have no choice in the matter. You two will be the first offerings to the desecration of this realm. Let me prove that this god is nothing compared to me."
Now, Elli had never traveled far from home, and had certainly never seen Aescaster before. Never even been inside a temple! But even the lowest of the low knew that the flame of Eidannos was ever-burning.
The king of monsters snuffs it out with a single breath.
He grabs the gold bowl that once housed the flame, and turns it in his hands. It melts and reforms, molded into a crude approximation of a naked woman. The king grunts, casting aside the small sculpture onto the rest of the offerings. "Art wasn't my strong suit. Well, my queen, the altar is free. Disrobe and sit."
The queen's hands tremble, and Elli moves to help her with the fasteners at the back of the gown. A moment later, and the fabric slides off her body to the floor. Arisselia strides forward, chin tilted up in calm defiance even as she knows she will do everything he asks. Sitting on the simple, yet sturdy, wooden table, she crosses her legs and waits.
Meanwhile, the king has stripped off his armor and tugged off his jacket and shirt, leaving just a pair of leather breeches and the flap covering his groin. He sits on the ground, pushing the cushion aside for Elli to sit on while she watches closely. Rough hands spread the queen's legs apart, guiding one over his bare shoulder as he hunches forward to kiss her belly.
"It's been a while since you tried to prepare yourselves for me, so I'll do you the courtesy of warming you up before I break you."
Arisselia shudders as his breath reaches her exposed folds. She leans back, bracing one hand on the far side of the altar and the other in his hair as he kisses her inner sanctum.
Listening to each wet, delicious noise they make, Elli trembles in fear and arousal. Her nipples rub against the sheer fabric of her gown, threatening to bounce out with each breath. Any moment now, Eidannos would surely come and she would either be dead, or returned to being a serf, or worse. She could imagine being thrown into a dungeon and having anyone with the coin pay the remaining Holy Knights for use of her body.
And yet, as the quiet, subdued moans of the queen and the wet sounds of the king trying to devour her fill the air, nothing else happens. They are alone.
The queen raises a hand to block the sounds of her delight as she shudders, thighs tight around their master's head. Wordlessly, the king guides her to spin around, laying with her belly and breasts pushed into the altar. Her hands find purchase on one end and her knees the other as she raises her ass up for him.
"I'd finger you some to make this easier, my queen, but it has been too fucking long." His fingers practically tear off the crotch flap holding back his engorged tool, and it's almost more massive than she remembers. "Oil."
Elli leans in at the command, taking the precious bottle out from between her breasts where she had hastily hidden it at the end of their carriage ride. She pours out a good amount on her hands, and begins gently massaging it onto his giant cock until every ridged bump and spine glisten orange in the sunset reflected from above.
For the first time, Elli gets to watch their marital act in full. He places the tip of his monster cock into the queen's trembling hole, and the flat of his hand over her lower back, muttering something that fills the air with the tingle of magic. "You're prepared, my queen. I won't be gentle this time."
That's all the warning either woman gets before he spears her. Arisselia cries out, louder than the farmgirl has ever heard before, and if not for the large hand gripping her waist, she would have been sent flying off the altar. Elli can't look away from where they are joined. Those soft petals are puffed and stretched around his giant shaft, with about an inch of the base still yet to fit inside. The hard bumps of his tool look just as swollen as her strained little bud. With a low growl, the king wraps an arm under her, holding her in place as he rocks, pushing that last inch inside. "My clever queen tried so hard to use her hand or her thighs so she'd never take more than she could handle. But not today. I'll conquer your world and I'll conquer you."
He doesn't waste any time before he starts pounding his tool inside her. The juices of sex and oil splatter onto the altar as he pulls his shaft out nearly to the tip only to pull her hips back as he violently fucks into her compliant body. Elli hesitates to check, but she's fairly certain the queen is sobbing over the edge of the platform.
