The Tale Of The Nemorvian Band Ch 08

Chapter Eight: Traveling to Meet the Fey Queen

Zomos led the way through the forest, at times having to press trees aside to fit between them, with Kilne and Amitkoa following close behind her.

"Are we going to talk about what happened last night?" Amitkoa asked.

"Can we do that without making you fall into that spell again?" Kilne quickly asked.

The Collossi took a slow, deep breath. "Yes, we can talk openly now thanks to you two." Even though she didn't look back the two Nemorvians could sense the shame the huge woman felt at what had happened. "Orgasms keep the curse at bay. It was reckless of me to go so long without. But... I had been alone in the woods for days searching for you. Pleasuring myself only does so much, and after a time does nothing at all."

Kilne dashed forward to keep pace beside the Collossi, looking up at her. "Are you saying if we help you get off regularly your... uh, 'affliction' will be held at bay?"

Zomos blushed slightly as she looked down at her. "Yes. Tonight when we make camp I'd appreciate..." she trailed off, looking away again and flushing deeper.

"You saved us," Amitkoa replied, "you need only ask."

"The thing is," the Collossi said, "when I am not bimbofied I like to watch rather than take part, at least when you little folk are involved."

Kilne and Amitkoa looked at each other and smiled. "Everyone has a kink," the owner of the last brothel they had both worked at was fond of saying. "Discover it and you will have a servant, not a client."

"We know how to put on a show," Amitkoa declared. There was a hint of pride in the statement, but also a tinge of shame and regret.

"I am sure you do. But I have very, uh,

specific

tastes." Again, she looked away from the two women doing their best to keep pace alongside her huge strides.

"Tell us," Kilne said soothingly.

"I have a device," Zomos replied, blushing once more. "It's a kind of faux phallus. It's made so it can strap onto one of you small women."

"We know how to use that kind of toy," Amitkoa replied quickly, memories of her former life flooding back into her mind. "And we have experience putting on a show together using one."

"Then tonight when we make camp you will help me keep my ailment at bay? I can watch you two as you use the item, one of you pretending to be a man. You understand I will need to pleasure myself to the sight?"

"Oh yes, we understand," Amitkoa said. "It will be our pleasure to help you get off that way."

Zomos breathed a deep sigh of relief. "Come, let us continue on our way. If we make good time before making camp tonight we will be at the Queen's hidden camp not long after starting tomorrow. And I will not have to fear that my curse will overcome me thanks to you two."

"No," Amitkoa said, "you will not."

She looked over at Kilne and saw that the younger Nemorvian was glowing with pride that they would be able to help their savior. But Amitkoa was worried. The curse on Zomos was powerful, debilitating, and perversely humiliating. If there really was some powerful dark force that this Fey Queen worked against surely this was only a hint at what it was capable of. The thought made her shiver. Perhaps joining these women was not the smartest move, perhaps doing so would leave them in even greater danger then they had been before.

"If only Novaoa was here," she muttered quietly under her breath. "She'd know what to do." She hoped that when they arrived at the Queen's hidden camp they would find her already there.

* * *

Since her eyes were covered Novaoa had to imagine the world around her. Happy voices and feminine laughter filled the air. Much of it was the lyrical, magical laughter of Fey women but interspersed through it all was far more normal laughter. Humans and Elves and Dwarves, at least so she imagined as it was hard to tell from just the sound of laughter and happy speech. One thing, though, was certain: every voice was female. There were no men in this camp, at least not out in the open.

"We are almost to the Queen," Meadow told Novaoa as she helped lead the way through the crowded camp. "The moment of truth approaches."

The air around Novaoa began to slowly change. The cool breeze blowing through the forest felt cooler, yet she was left feeling as warm as if she was lying naked in the sun. There was a thrumming energy as well. She felt it swirling around her, drifting towards something... A great power, something more than mortal but not quite a god. It grew stronger with every step, the energy lifting her spirits and making her feel as if there was only joy and kindness in the world. It seemed to be washing away the harsh memories of her life, even the vibrantly dark recent memories of her encounter with the Trolls.

"We are here," Meadow declared as she stopped Novaoa.

Novaoa was still blindfolded yet she knew the queen of the Fey sat before her. She could feel her presence so intensely that she almost felt she could see her.

Then she felt Meadow's small fingers untying her blindfold before stepping away from her. Novaoa kept her eyes closed as the thing fell from her face. A gust of wind picked up and she sensed the leaves the blindfold had been made of blowing apart then drifting up into the air to dissipate back into the nothingness they'd been summoned through. She opened her eyes and looked up, seeing the moment their green shapes lost form, melting into wisps of magical energy that floated away in the wind.

They were standing in a clearing, the sun shining down more brightly then she had ever seen, yet it did not blind her. Her eyes didn't even need to adjust to the bright sunshine. Looking to her left she saw a perfectly clear pond, its surface glistening as the light reflected off its surface. Fish swam and danced just below the surface while the water that swirled around them glowed with sparks of blue magical energy.

She could feel that this was a magic place, an ancient place untouched by few since its birth. Yet the power here was nothing compared to what flowed off the woman sitting before her.

Slowly Novaoa turned to face Queen Faeven. As she did the power emanating off the woman hit her in cascading waves that made her feel weak in the knees. She dropped down, bowing before the Fey Queen, awed by her power and beauty. She had to avert her eyes, unable to look up again till permitted to.

"You may see me, child," Queen Faeven said. Her voice was a song of feminine perfection and held more power than the most powerful bardic song.

Novaoa looked up, awed even further as she fully took in the sight of the Queen. She was a Fey creature, yet she was more than the small wispy winged women that flutter around them. Her body was more human and far more curvaceous. She had pleasingly thick limbs and wide, alluring hips.

All of her body was on display as the woman sat naked, wearing only a translucent golden crown that shone radiantly as if it is made of refined sunlight. Novaoa blinked, struggling to keep looking at the woman. She glistened and glowed as if she was more a magic thing rather than a physical being. Her face was the most beautiful thing Novaoa had ever seen, so perfect that it was beyond comparison to mortal beauty. And when she smiled down at Novaoa the Nemorvian felt all anger, hate, and fear inside of her dissolve.

"I sense greatness in you," Queen Faeven said, rising with elegant smoothness from the large rectangular rock that served as her throne. As she had sat on it the rock's surface had been smooth and bare, but as soon as she rose winding vines grow up from the earth and covered it in fresh greenery.

Novaoa felt herself pushed back as the Queen of the Fey rose and took a step towards her. There was so much power... And her body! It was...

perfect

. Every curve radiated a powerful sexual perfection. From the curve of her hips to the swelling of her breasts, breasts that Novaoa now realized were almost as big as her own. The Queen had a body that was indecent in its proportions like that of a fertility goddess, yet it sparkled with pure innocence.

"Yes," the Queen said, moving closer to Novaoa, flowers sprouting up as her feet left the ground as she took each step forward. "My body is divinely perfect, desired by all that see it."

Novaoa blushed. The Queen had read her mind somehow. The raw sexual thoughts that had been running through the Nemorvian's mind shamed her.

"Do not be ashamed," Queen Faeven declared with a calming smile. "Sexual attraction is a natural, wondrous thing. It brings pleasure and emotional bonding and can bring new life into the world."

She stepped ever closer to Novaoa, who suddenly felt the need to stand. She rose to her feet and was left standing eye to eye with the Fey Queen, yet she felt as though the woman towered above her.

Queen Faeven reached out and placed a hand on Novaoa's naked shoulder. Warmth flowed from her hand making Novaoa feel lightheaded and giddy with peaceful delight. "I can see into your past, see that the sexual things that have swirled around you have not been pure and loving. They have been full of greedy selfishness and above all the perverse taint of The Corruption. It gladdens my heart to know you had already taken up the battle against such perversion. I feel the uncorrupted gods work their will through you, that you have been brought to us for a reason."

Novaoa started to nod, transfixed by the Queen's eyes.

"She must still be tested," a deep, distrusting voice called out firmly beside them.

The sound broke some of the Queen's enthralling magic. She took her hand from Novaoa's shoulder and seemed to glide back to her stone throne, the green vines on it receding back into the earth as she sat down. "Yes," the Queen said as she sat, sadness pulling at her features, "she must be tested. We cannot be too careful."

Looking to the side Novaoa could see who the distrusting voice belonged to.

Beside her stood a massive, hulking Human woman covered in bulging muscles. Her bulk was inhumanly large and Novaoa knew at once what she was: someone able to tap into the Barbarian's Rage. It had swollen her body and made her larger and stronger than would normally be possible for a Human woman. The power had also increased the size of the woman's breasts to unnatural size, but they were firmly held in place by the imposing woman's outfit.

She was covered in cascading layers of furs and leathers, monstrous teeth and horns interwoven in them. She had on a small skirt, fangs of some massive monster sewn all around its edges. Belts of dark leather wrapped around her waist and more furs fell from them down her back, part of the strange half-dress made of the red scales of some huge lizard, the other half well-worn leather.

Fabric was wrapped tightly around her prominent bust, pressing her breasts in and keeping their substantial bulk in check. The garment looked as though it could be closed over her muscular abs when she was not bulked up, but at that moment the garment hung stretched open below her breasts, large teeth and fang-like tusks sewn into their form making it look as if her stomach was a mighty maw open and roaring.

A massive dire bear's pelt hung from her back serving as a cape. It was tucked into two large masses of bone on each shoulder, a jumble of huge interwoven bone, tusks and jaws and half of a massive skull.

The woman's size would have been enough to make her an imposing sight but the outfit made her absolutely terrifying. Even her hair style added the fierceness of the woman, the hair cut shorter than most men's hair. All her hair was roughly chopped of except one long, tangled, dreaded braid hanging down one side of her head. The woman had a pretty face but it was masked by bright red tribal artwork painted onto it and by a fierce scowl.

But there was more. She held a weapon in each hand that were bound to her hands with tightly woven strips of red cloth, making it look like she couldn't release her hold on them even if she wanted to. One of the weapons was a long, slender sword with a slightly curved blade. Looking at the handle Novaoa saw that the blade was carved from bone and had once been a tusked jaw.

The other weapon was even more imposing. It was massive, so large that she doubted it could be picked up when the woman wasn't bulked up with the muscles of the Barbarian Rage. Angular, sharpened ebony stone formed a curved blade that had the spiked bones of some unimaginable demon creature fused with the stone.

The woman glared at Novaoa as she flexed her muscles, lifting her weapons up in threat. "I am The Blade of the Queen," she declared. "I am the rage she cannot express, for she is too pure. Since entering her service I have been like this, the Barbarian's Rage not subsiding even for a moment. My weapons are magically bound to my hands and they cannot be released till my Queen's war is won."

Novaoa wasn't sure how to reply. The hulking woman stepped closer, looming over the Nemorvian. "You must be tested. The enemy has sent agents disguised as allies before. If you prove to be one your death shall be swift and painless, more mercy than you would deserve but it is what my Queen desires."

"Do not be afraid," Queen Faeven said with a musical laugh. "The Blade is my fury and my caution, but I have faith you will pass the test."

"What is this test," Novaoa asked, looking away from The Blade and feeling lightheaded. This was all too much. She felt as though she was walking amongst gods and legends. The numerous Fey that fluttered about in the air, singing and laughing, didn't help her feel any more grounded.

Queen Faeven leaned back on her stone throne, bracing both her hands beside herself on its surface as she spread her legs open and pulled her feet up. She was left with her womanhood spread and revealed. It was hairless and so perfectly shaped it didn't seem to be real.

"You must come and kneel before me then taste the moisture of my arousal. Once on your lips you will be able to speak only truth for a time. Come now, Novaoa the Nemorvian, come taste me so you can be tested."

Novaoa felt she was moving in a dream, like she was watching herself from far away as she stumbled forward and knelt before the powerful Fey Queen. As she leaned in the fragrance of the woman's pussy made her head swim. It is so real and strong, yet the scent of flowers and green living things was magically intermingled with its pungent mortal scent.

"Taste me," the Queen whispered, placing a hand on Novaoa's head and pulling her face into her pussy.

The Nemorvian closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting her tongue dart out to lick the Fey Queen's cunt. The taste of her womanhood could only be described as divine, every perfect taste imaginable all in one. Yet there was still the distinctly strong taste of pussy. She took one lick then felt herself magically forced back and up onto her feet.

"Now tell us, Novaoa," the Queen asked firmly, "are you a willing servant of The Corruption? Are you a spy or agent sent to do us harm?"

Novaoa opened her mouth to answer and felt that she could only speak truth. For a moment a fear burst into life inside her. She feared that this sinister force

HAD

been working through her and that now that truth would be revealed. "No," she said after a long pause, sighing in relief. "I wish only to serve you, to serve in your army."

The air around her shifted, a tenseness that had been building but had gone unnoticed by Novaoa till then dissolving.

Queen Faeven sat up and closed her legs. "Novaoa is a true ally," she declared loudly. "We shall welcome you as one of our own. You will be given clothing and armor. Our Fey smiths shall arm you with potent magical weapons should you want them. You are a member of my army now, pledged not to me but to the battle against The Corruption."

She paused, the smile disappearing from her face. "I protect my army with power that can challenge the gods themselves. Yet you must know one thing: as mighty as my power is it could all be lost in an instant. Should a man's penis ever touch my form my power would end, as would all the boons I have bestowed upon my gathered forces. This is why we hide our camp, why we prepare for the liberation of those held in sexual servitude in Iphasea City in secret. Do you understand Novaoa?"

"I think so, yes," she replied, not at all meaning her words.

The Queen then laughed and waved her off. "Go now, Novaoa. Meadow shall tend to your needs,

ALL

of your needs as a taste of my womanhood often leaves women in need of... relief. Not long after that you shall be informed of our first maneuver in this war of liberation."