faerun_girl
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Just like with any aftermath of war, people were desperate to get back to normal--even if that normal included the financial subjugation of Bast-Galarion and the sexual slavery of their Queen.
Or so they thought.
Some of the rumors about the goings-on in the ultra-exclusive fortress of the Warchief were just absurd. Illu did not step on the backs of Dryger generals as she got on the carriage her husband had plundered from the elven capital. They were more likely to give her a wide berth as the dynamic she had with their Warchief was volatile and unpredictable.
He did desecrate her body in front of his generals, and now she wore clothing that fairly shouted her status to everyone who looked. She wore a cloak for modesty when children were around.
Underneath that, though, her nipples and mound were barely covered, with Viktor needing only to push aside the fabric to get to her pretty pink parts. Some outfits were simply straps of bejeweled fabrics, crisscrossing her small frame. She could get away with the more outrageous outfits without spilling out of them all the time as she wasn't that voluptuous, but her curves were clearly there.
It was a good thing no one here knew of elven fashion--her wardrobe would cause people back in Bast-Galarion to faint.
She was excited for her next order too, a gauzy creation that would look like she wore gossamer on her skin, her pink nipples fading into the color and her mound just a hint underneath. Viktor had it sent back because he wanted it studded with diamonds.
Speaking of diamonds, her husband had the most delightful habit of gifting her collars. She already had a few in different colors of leather studded with precious stones, mostly to compliment the cool tone of her skin as she wore so little. She already had one made of diamonds just a tad bigger than she liked. But the delicate leash was exquisite, and she loved handing it to her Master when they were outside.
She may be his little Princess slut, but she was still a princess.
They had never seen a Queen who was so open to being breeded by a King, that she did not care if people watched. The generals knew of Viktor, and knew his tastes ran a little darker and violent; but none of his former lovers were ever treated as such. The sound of their King's groans and his Queens cries became normal, and the citizens who hoped for an heir so that the rule of the two would be solidified were delighted.
The generals left her a wide berth when she passed them, but were respectful. Most of them witnessed her bring one of their number low and apparently she did attach his arm wrong. She waited if someone would ask her to fix it, but so far, there was no request.
As for the rumors that reached the Palace in Bast-Galarion, the court was in uproar. They simply could not believe the rumor, but the confirmation that no spies came from inside the fortress were reassuring.
What was curious were the letters that had begun to arrive for Illu and her husband. Now treated as elven royalty, her husband was perplexed with the amount of correspondence he received. She read them out to him regularly, and used these to teach him how to read more elven.
Apparently, they had a myriad of open invitations to tour the elven nobility, and even bring along suitable parties of unmarried male and female Dryger to "improve international relations."
It seems for the nobility, their ploy had worked. Not that is was a ploy and more of a lust-ridden moment of weakness for both of them, but it was too shocking not to use.
And it made all the Dryger women warm up to Illu. Whether it was because they thought she was the King's whore or they respected her, she still couldn't tell because of the barrier. Either way, she and Viktor had unprecedented free rein to indulge in their desires. He had yet to take her in the halls or anything more public than the general's meeting, but she was sure that was on the horizon.
It made her feel incredibly primed for sex.
Still, a month had passed from their return to the fortress, and she knew a bit more Dryger, and one very lewd sentence that she made sure to scream more often. What it did to her husband, she couldn't tell, as Dryger customs and norms still escaped her. She hoped it did not diminish his reputation or had a stain on his leadership record. The last thing they needed was to make Viktor a laughingstock for being lead around by his cock, but she was hoping they would instead see it as insanely happy and inappropriate Warchief enjoying the spoils of his conquest.
She hoped. It was still too early, with only a month passed.
Or so they thought.
Some of the rumors about the goings-on in the ultra-exclusive fortress of the Warchief were just absurd. Illu did not step on the backs of Dryger generals as she got on the carriage her husband had plundered from the elven capital. They were more likely to give her a wide berth as the dynamic she had with their Warchief was volatile and unpredictable.
He did desecrate her body in front of his generals, and now she wore clothing that fairly shouted her status to everyone who looked. She wore a cloak for modesty when children were around.
Underneath that, though, her nipples and mound were barely covered, with Viktor needing only to push aside the fabric to get to her pretty pink parts. Some outfits were simply straps of bejeweled fabrics, crisscrossing her small frame. She could get away with the more outrageous outfits without spilling out of them all the time as she wasn't that voluptuous, but her curves were clearly there.
It was a good thing no one here knew of elven fashion--her wardrobe would cause people back in Bast-Galarion to faint.
She was excited for her next order too, a gauzy creation that would look like she wore gossamer on her skin, her pink nipples fading into the color and her mound just a hint underneath. Viktor had it sent back because he wanted it studded with diamonds.
Speaking of diamonds, her husband had the most delightful habit of gifting her collars. She already had a few in different colors of leather studded with precious stones, mostly to compliment the cool tone of her skin as she wore so little. She already had one made of diamonds just a tad bigger than she liked. But the delicate leash was exquisite, and she loved handing it to her Master when they were outside.
She may be his little Princess slut, but she was still a princess.
They had never seen a Queen who was so open to being breeded by a King, that she did not care if people watched. The generals knew of Viktor, and knew his tastes ran a little darker and violent; but none of his former lovers were ever treated as such. The sound of their King's groans and his Queens cries became normal, and the citizens who hoped for an heir so that the rule of the two would be solidified were delighted.
The generals left her a wide berth when she passed them, but were respectful. Most of them witnessed her bring one of their number low and apparently she did attach his arm wrong. She waited if someone would ask her to fix it, but so far, there was no request.
As for the rumors that reached the Palace in Bast-Galarion, the court was in uproar. They simply could not believe the rumor, but the confirmation that no spies came from inside the fortress were reassuring.
What was curious were the letters that had begun to arrive for Illu and her husband. Now treated as elven royalty, her husband was perplexed with the amount of correspondence he received. She read them out to him regularly, and used these to teach him how to read more elven.
Apparently, they had a myriad of open invitations to tour the elven nobility, and even bring along suitable parties of unmarried male and female Dryger to "improve international relations."
It seems for the nobility, their ploy had worked. Not that is was a ploy and more of a lust-ridden moment of weakness for both of them, but it was too shocking not to use.
And it made all the Dryger women warm up to Illu. Whether it was because they thought she was the King's whore or they respected her, she still couldn't tell because of the barrier. Either way, she and Viktor had unprecedented free rein to indulge in their desires. He had yet to take her in the halls or anything more public than the general's meeting, but she was sure that was on the horizon.
It made her feel incredibly primed for sex.
Still, a month had passed from their return to the fortress, and she knew a bit more Dryger, and one very lewd sentence that she made sure to scream more often. What it did to her husband, she couldn't tell, as Dryger customs and norms still escaped her. She hoped it did not diminish his reputation or had a stain on his leadership record. The last thing they needed was to make Viktor a laughingstock for being lead around by his cock, but she was hoping they would instead see it as insanely happy and inappropriate Warchief enjoying the spoils of his conquest.
She hoped. It was still too early, with only a month passed.
