Rise of the Ice Queen 3:
The Verdant Emissaries
The chaos of the battlefield rang through the castle walls. The Borean troops, outnumbered nearly five to one, just broke through the inner wall. Stone and bodies flew from the explosion. The defenders formed a defensive formation nearly eight hundred strong, ready to fend off the mysterious destructive power of the Borean army.
The dust started to settle, showing just a handful of silhouettes where the wall was. The central figure steps through the dust and debris, her hair glowing a spectral green with eyes matching. She wore nothing but a skimpy set of chains and plates, bearing both her breasts and genitalia open for everyone to see. Yet even with such impractical armour, there were no scars or marks on her body, every strike against her flushes her hair brighter, her arousal showing through every imaginable way.
She points her sword, one coursing with the same green energy that she was, each ridge and angle alive with a stream wrapping around them like a river, towards the defenders as the air rippled around it.
"Submit this castle to Borea, or perish."
The defenders looked at each other for a second, their loyalty to their lord waning with every second of this monstrous attacker standing in front of them. Their loyalty must not have been too high to start because within five seconds, hundreds of arms hit the stone below them as the soldiers put their bare hands in the air.
Catherine lowered her sword and motioned for her soldiers to enter. Twenty-three vicious looking knights sauntered in. They were wearing a bit more armour than Catherine but not too much more. They were a whole breastplate that was very rough-looking, as if it was mined out like that without any refining whatsoever. There were chunks of blue and grey and black throughout, different with every armour, reinforcing the raw metal look. The only thing that was identical throughout was the gleaming green lines flowing in a pattern that went from their collarbone down their breasts. As the lines approached the midsection they broke to the sides, coming back riding the hip bones to the pelvis. That's where it stopped, only because there was nothing hiding their groins other than a blue cloth, which did nothing to hide their always semi-hard boners.
"You all get to pick three, the rest are to be put in the pens."
With ravenous glee, the soldiers jumped on the mass of futanari soldiers. With strange magicks, they started to bind their hands and feet before the stunned guards knew what was going on. Nearly four hundred were bound before some of the more aggressive knights couldn't help themselves, looking for the best breeders. When they found a suitable match, they ripped off their armour with frightening ease, exposing their suddenly nude bodies to the cool air. Some of the knights took off their masks to taste the goods, licking and biting as the victims screams increasingly became moans.
The bindings, in fact Catherine's magic in general, had more than enough aphrodisiac for the whole Borean population. Soon, all the knights were thrusting into their chosen toys. The knight nearest Catherine had all three of their victims kneeling, taking turns to see who could take all ten inches of her the fastest. The winner was rewarding with orgasm after screaming orgasm as the knight filled her up to the brim.
Catherine wanted nothing more than to join in but she knew her responsibilities all too well, as well as who she would be punished by if she did not fulfill them. She walked away from the orgy to the chaotic storm that was the inside of the castle. There were women running every which way, not knowing what was going on. There was a possibility that there had not been any hint of aggression or military exercise here in castle Phidach in decades. She had torn her way through the regions east of Fherin, with this being the last destination before turning heading more south to get the Borean regions that border the Verdant Hearth.
She made her way to the keep that was so woefully guarded she just walked past the shaking soldiers. Catherine wished she could just destroy the keep instead of talking to these cowards directly but the Ice Queen's orders were very specific: this is a conquest of submission, not destruction. The merciful queen saw these traitors still as Borean citizens, more than Catherine thought of them. With the power that had been granted to her by her queen, she was finally able to use all the fury and rage she had built up against these comatose heretics.
She bounded up the stairs as just thinking about meeting the so-called 'lord' was making her blood boil. With one hand pressed against the iron-bound door that separated her from her duty, she focused even a hint of her rage into that hand, blasting the door into twigs.
The lord, a futanari almost in her forties, stood shaking in the corner of her room. The four 'royal' guards surrounded her, swords drawn but their inability to keep their blades steady only showed their fear. Catherine returned her sword to its place on the back of her armour. She didn't need it here.
"You are a vile monster. You are putting Borea in ruin!" The lord had the gall to spit out such filth to one blessed by the Ice Queen herself. Catherine started her walk towards the corrupt lord, words would be wasted on one such as her.
The guards, with a pitiable shout, finally mustered up enough courage to attack the beacon of their fear before them, only to be knocked unconscious by a sudden green glint coming from Catherine. Just as her knights did before her, Catherine bound the hands and feet of the coward lord. Another glint of power turned the disgustingly decadent clothes that she wore into nothingness. Like she had done to all the lords before, Catherine knelt the former lord of Phidach in front of her. She held her shaft with one hand, letting the power flow into her dick. Her glans started to turn a hue of dark green, much like her queen except for the colour. Like she had done to all the cowards before, she gave the same ultimatum.
"Suck, or perish."
The exposed lord that Catherine didn't even bother to get her name, stared at the penis that hovered just a few inches from her face. She had the choice of which sword she would swallow. Her pride was already broken, her sense of power had all but disappeared; Catherine knew what option she would pick, like all the lords before her.
