Chapter Twelve: The Battle for Queen Faeven
Novaoa knelt by the edge of the lake, leaning over and splashing some water up onto her face. Whatever had shaken the camp had left her jumpy and anxious, but the cool water was helping soothe her nerves.
As she sat up something moving on the other side of the lake caught her eye. She watched as it pushed its way out of the forest to stand on the shore. Even from across the water she could feel the power radiating off the being, yet that power seemed dulled as if passing through some unseen wall.
The thing was a massive man, its red skin covered in cracks filled with burning red magical energy. Her eyes were drawn to the man's huge cock and only after staring for a moment did she realize looking at it had not triggered the normal subservient state of mind her racial weakness caused. She did feel the weakness trying to assert itself, but it was being suppressed by the memory of the smell and taste of Queen Faeven's pussy.
Novaoa whispered a quick thanks to Queen Faeven, planning to get to her feet and run to tell the queen about the appearance of the strange, intimidating being across the small lake. But before she could he started to raise his arms. Fire erupted at his feet, quickly receding and leaving behind a swarming mass of what looked to be some kind of large snakes.
They immediately started slithering out into the lake towards the camp. Novaoa got to her feet and drew the magical sword she'd recently been given. "We're under attack," she screamed, watching as the snakes quickly swam across the water.
Behind her Noavoa heard the queen's army clamoring as they rushed to prepare for an attack. There was confidence at first then one of the small flying Fey women landed at Novaoa's side and saw the figure on the other side of the water. "It's Azel!" she screamed in terror, turning and leaping back into the air to fly away. Novaoa turned and saw the woman fly towards the queen's throne where other warriors were gathering to protect the queen.
Meanwhile, many of the troops around her were proclaiming their fear. "The cock god has come to destroy us," many called out. Novaoa didn't believe it at first. A god manifesting in the flesh? That was a thing that only happened in legends.
The snakes swam ever closer. About ten feet before they reached the shore where Novaoa stood the things slammed into some kind of invisible wall. The little beasts gathered up, trying to press past the point. This caused sparking red energy to radiate off their bodies. At the same time flowing blue magical energy appeared before them, making the invisible field protecting the camp momentarily visible.
It was only then, with the creatures close but held at bay, that Novaoa got a clear look at them. She gasped, realizing they were
NOT
snakes. They each looked like a cock-tipped tentacle, their body disturbingly like a prehensile huge cock-shaft.
"Minor Cock-Elementals," a nearby Fey warrior called out, shaking with fear.
Novaoa turned to her. "But they can't get to us, right? The Queen's magic is holding them back."
"For now," the Fey said nervously. "But that's Azel! Even Queen Faeven can't stand against a god for long. And half of our forces are out in the woods patrolling. With half our strength away from the encampment we're incredibly vulnerable."
"Can't the queen call them back?" Novaoa asked, looking towards the throne the powerful woman sat on.
One could see the throne from everywhere in the camp as it sat atop a small hill. Queen Faeven sat there, serene with the hulking Blade of the Queen beside her, ready to protect her magical monarch. "Return to me," the queen suddenly called out. "Come back, my warriors. We are attacked and need your aid!"
The words echoed around them. Novaoa felt them change, felt instinctively that they had become a magical message that would go out into the forest and find the warriors, no matter where they were. But for the message to move out into the forest the field protecting the camp would need to be opened for a moment.
The Minor Cock-Elementals were all pressed up against the field, trying to get past it. The moment the field was lowered for the message to get out was all most of them needed. The swarm of writhing cock-things came rushing at the camp, slithering and wiggling up onto the shore as the protective field re-sealed behind them.
Novaoa swore, backing up and beginning to slash at the things as they came rushing towards her. The magic blade cut through the slithering penis snakes as they came for her, but it seemed everyone she cut was quickly replaced by two more.
Soon they began to grab her legs, wrapping around her like the tentacles of some vile beast. Only they didn't try to pull her to the ground. Instead, they coiled around her legs, pulling themselves up her body. She screamed and thrashed, cutting and kicking them off her legs as fast as she could. Novaoa quickly realized there were just too many. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to fend them off properly for much longer and felt certain their true goal was what lay between her legs.
Desperate and starting to panic, she turned to call for aid. What she saw happening in the camp behind her frightened her to the core. Everywhere the Fey queen's troops were battling the penis tentacles. Female warriors screamed in terror as they tried to fight the things off while the sound of combat was everywhere. But it seemed, for the moment, that the vile creatures had yet managed to start fucking any of the warriors, for there was no doubt in Novaoa's mind that the creatures
WOULD
fuck them if allowed.
Queen Faeven still sat on her stone throne. The normally serene look she wore was gone. Instead, she sat sweating in concentration to keep the protective spells around the camp raised. They were holding for the moment but if more of the perverse demons were able to get in that would change very quickly.
A ring of female warriors stood around the queen atop the small hill her throne sat on. Fey archers fluttered in the air shooting magical arrows so quickly Novaoa could barely see them reach into the quivers hanging from their dainty waists before firing again. She saw for the first time some of the other warriors in the Queen's army, Human women and a handful of Elves. They all seemed to be either Mages or Druids and were busy using magic to keep the slithering things away from the queen.
Leading them, standing close to the queen yet fighting the hardest, was The Blade of the Queen. The two huge weapons bound to her arms swung at the dirt, cutting swaths of the little perverse demons with such ease it made them seem as though they were made of half-melted butter. She roared, sounding more beast than Human, as she led the defense of her queen.