"We should be marching East, not West" King Trogar said for probably the hundredth time that day. "If we move quickly we can still hunt down that treacherous fuck, Markoz, and capture his bitch princess." Trogar looked older than the last time she had seen him, but none the worse for wear after his captivity, but then it hadn't been a particularly onerous one.
I lived harder on campaign than he did imprisoned.
Amelie resisted the urge to rub the bridge of her nose. Augras' father was eager for revenge on the orc who defeated him twice no matter how pointless and impractical it was. Oh, the orc king couched it in terms of eliminating the last threat to the Western Kingdoms and making inroads towards controlling the trade routes across the March, but she knew the truth of it. "Everyone's had enough of war, Trogar. King Augras wants peace."
King Trogar's jaw clenched at the mention of his son, before relaxing into a malicious smile. "You should address me as "Your Highness" Amelie; only sovereigns get to use my given name." The leer he gave her said all he needed to about what he thought her status was.
It didn't help that she was dressed for the part. The 'Slave-General' armor that Augras gave her after the battle had been reinforced with graves and armor, but it was still comically, or rather, lewdly inappropriate for battle. Not that there were currently any serious threats to her, but it did mean that she had to step back from being a warrior and fight from behind the lines instead of in front of them.
It was Augras' way of ensuring she didn't die gloriously in combat in an effort to get around his control, though at this point he need not have bothered. Months under his influence had broken down her resistance and fully bent her to his will. The pleasures he had unlocked in her had turned her into his whore. Thankfully, he had forbidden her from indulging with his father, much to Trogar's chagrin. The King had taken it into his head to fuck the famous princess-knight and 'seduce' her away from his son but that had come to naught.
Trogar gestured to the ranks of soldiers marching around them. "And if my son is so interested in peace why is he keeping such a large, standing army? I can still smell the blood on their swords, and it's not from the war."
The King of Deznessuian had been taking great delight in reminding her of her reduced status. The fact that in this instance he was right only made it worse. On the way to retrieving Trogar from the Sandorans she had to put down a few recalcitrant lords who had refused to swear fealty to Queen Anne and King Augras.
The worst part was that they were loyal to her, and didn't believe she would actually march against them.
No, the worst part was that they didn't believe I would storm their castles. At least, not until after I was done with the first one.
All the fighting men had marched to war with her, and were now either dead or trickling back to their homes. Only the very old and the very young were left to defend the castle.
Amelie didn't even have to siege the first castle: she just smashed in the gate, threw ladders up the wall and stormed in. It was over with a minimum amount of bloodshed; at least on her side. She wouldn't say that the garrison was slaughtered to a man. Amelie tried to save as many as she could. Unfortunately, that mercy didn't extend to the lord of the castle. Count Armand was an old retainer of her father, who had served at his side for years. He was too old to take to the field in the war, but his loyalty was never in question.
Unfortunately, the constant rebellions in Zentara and Heste had taught Augras that rebellions in counties and duchies held by humans were inevitable. He had ordered a zero tolerance policy to ensure the eventual replacement of all noble houses with orcs. Armand and his family were all executed, and a new orc family installed in the castle. That was the moment she knew that Queen Amelie was dead, and only Slave-General Amelie remained.
The other rebellious lords surrendered quickly after that. It saved their lives, but they still lost their lands and went east into exile and new orc dynasties were established. So far the other lords had remained quiet and she prayed they stayed that way. Although she still felt guilty over their fates, she couldn't deny that her complete subjugation aroused her. A smile crossed her lips as she raised her hand to bring her army to a halt.
"You're correct of course, Your Highness. King Augras is still asserting his authority in Thesta and my men have had to bloody them. But he still desires peace. Even now he is in Ruar meeting with the other Kings to determine the disposition of the Western Kingdoms now that the war is over. Perhaps if you hurry you'll make it there in time for the announcement. As for the standing army, I think it's time they are rewarded for their efforts. Lieutenant Bosh'Mog!"
They were joined a moment later by a large minotaur, his body crisscrossed with scars. The minotaur who served as her lieutenant gave her a great bovine grin as he looked down at her and Trogar. "Yes, General? What need?" He bellowed out. Despite the mincennttis' efforts to breed stupid, docile pack slaves the minotaurs were quite clever, and were already learning the common tongue of the Western Kingdoms.
Not many minotaurs had left the Catabrian Hills, but a few had who preferred more civilized surroundings. From what she'd heard life in the southern continent had been quite primitive, and even life in the hills would be a step up. But she didn't mind, they were powerful warriors and excellent at intimidating foes into submission.
I suppose it will only be a matter of time before they're called the Minotaur Hills
Amelie thought. That was where it all started, but it seemed like so long ago that now she was totally detached from the event.
"I need you" she smiled up at the beastman, "to reward you, and the men, for their excellent service in our recent campaign."
"Always happy to serve General! Especially with rewards!" Bosh'Mog snorted and lifted his thick cock from beneath the simple loincloth he wore outside of battle.
The massive tool was half the size of her arm and not even hard yet, but that only excited her. It wasn't the first time she had taken it after all, and she knew just how it fit. It had taken her a while to understand her place. Amelie had thought all orcs treated their women like whores, but eventually she learned that orcs reserved the pussies of their women for themselves, but shared other holes freely.
All of Amelie's holes were shared freely among Augras' men, because she wasn't his woman. She was a whore.
At least Anne is reserved for him alone
she consoled herself,
she doesn't share any bit of her.
Except with me.
Even now the thought gave her a weird mix of emotions, as part of her was excited at the idea of her daughter being debased.
Her strong hands found the shaft and began stroking it as she knelt at the minotaur's hoofs. The slab of meat pulsed beneath her fingers as she stroked it up and down, delighting in its thick girth and the heat radiating off of it.
"Victorious soldiers deserve rewards" Amelie purred, glancing at Trogar from the corner of her eyes. She stroked faster and tightened her grip as she worked the cock, which was rapidly swelling to its full size. Amelie's not massive tits spilled out of her top as she leaned forward to lick the tip of Bosh'Mog's cock.
It didn't seem like too long ago she wouldn't be able to imagine wrapping her breasts around a human cock, let alone a giant beast man's cock. Yet here she was, squeezing her full, luscious tits around the whole shaft, making it disappear between them as he thrust the tip up to her mouth.
Bosh'Mog grunted again and placed his huge hand atop Amelie's head, gripping her entire skull with one hand as he pulled her down his cock. Obviously she didn't get the whole thing down her throat. Honestly, he didn't know how the human woman even managed to get the head inside her mouth, but somehow she did.
"Ah you give the best awards, Amelie" Bosh'Mog groaned as the soft, pillowy flesh of her tits jerked his shaft and her hot, wet mouth caressed the top half of his shaft. His hips pushed forward, trying to cram even more of his thick dick into the former Queen's mouth as he sought to maximize his pleasure.
The musky taste of the bull cock filled Amelie's mouth as the thick girth filled it up, stretching out her cheeks and weighing heavily on her tongue. Still, Amelie pushed back against it, stroking it as best as could as she moved her head, bobbing up and down, stabbing the back of her throat with the head of his dick and pressing back against the large hand holding her head in place. The minotaur gave her enough latitude to slide up and down, but maintained enough of a grip that she couldn't pull away.
When Bosh'Mog squeezed the back of her head Amelie quivered in pleasure. The dominant gesture reinforced how in control of her he was. Bosh'Mog was her subordinate, someone she commanded in battle and gave regular orders to. But now that the battle was over she was on her knees swallowing his dick, totally under his power. Not just in private either, but before the entire army where everyone could see.
Amelie's cunt gushed in excitement as she felt her mouth squeeze around the head enough for it to slide into her throat. Bosh'Mog wasted no time and immediately thrust forward again to feed more of his cock into her throat. The shaft throbbed in need as Amelie's throat constricted around it. The former Queen's vestigial gag reflex squeezed the dick, but through practice and discipline she resisted fully gagging on the massive invader.
"Ah, when Augras promised us women, I did not know he meant Queens as well. Or they would be so good at sucking cocks." Bosh'Mog grunted as Amelie's throat twitched around his cock. "I know of more soldiers who fought well and need reward. When finished you treat them too!"
A small crowd had begun to form to watch. Trogar first among them, a frustrated, disgusted sneer on his face. But her personal bodyguards were there as well, not that it wasn't anything they hadn't seen before. More soldiers began to gather around, perhaps hoping that they would get a turn when the minotaur was finished.
Amelie gurgled and gasped as the cock was suddenly pulled from her throat, leaving her wheezing as the heavy wet meat slapped against body and left a wet trail on her chest. Her hard nipples buzzed with excitement and her thighs dampened as her arousal continued to grow. She looked up at Bosh'Mog's bovine face as her mouth hanged open, waiting in frustration for further instruction.
"Get up and put hands on horse" Bosh'Mog commanded as he gripped his cock and stroked it slowly while watching the debased Queen.
"Yes Bosh'Mog!" Amelie chirped as she sprung to her feet with a warrior's grace, though you wouldn't know it from the lewd way her massive tits flopped about. She quickly turned towards her mount and leaned against the beast, spreading her legs as she placed her hands on the saddle.
