Chapter 2 - Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?

Something strange was amiss. 

 
Tyril, blood brother to Semir, no longer felt at home within the iron halls. He and his regiment of damned souls had just returned from an unholy crusade, having lain waste to the southern marshlands. Twisted monuments to their dark enchantress now marked nearly a third of the known world; victory was soon at hand, relatively speaking. The dread knight had been gone but a year, yet the aura of the keep was much different than from when he had left. Green flames still burned bright, damned souls worked tirelessly to upkeep the corridors, and the flesh pits never grew hungry. Still, he could find no solace. Tyril hadn’t held court with the queen for nary a week. It was concerning to say the least. 
 
Where was she? Where was Semir?
 
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Thunderous screams of ecstasy filled the Emerald Matron’s bed chamber, she panted wildly as she was plowed by her champion. She had been driven low by her lust for cock, and more importantly its dark seed, that she was beginning to neglect many of her regal duties. Semir paid no mind, in truth he was appreciative of her mental leave, as it meant that she had forgotten all about his “mistake”. His massive girth was splitting her open, lips quivering as they desperately attempted to tighten around his member. He forcefully tugged on a thick handful of her long black hair, using it as a rein of sorts to control her insatiable grinding. She was frail in appearance compared to the enormous brute, yet it took a great deal of his strength to control her wild desires. The queen’s pale skin was covered in sweat, large breast glistening as she slid back and forth along the veiny member. It was all a means to an end. At least that was her justification.
 
“Just fill me up again”, she moaned voraciously as her nails dug into the once pristine bed setting. The once gilded and immaculate bed chambers had now been ravaged by hours upon hours of vigorous breeding. Tapestries had been torn to shreds, crystalline bust of great villains and liches shattered across the floor, and even her beloved dresses reduced to tatters. Her obsession with domination had transformed into something more carnal, and perhaps for a time, into a desire to be dominated. Never had she satiated such primal desires, and she was no young maiden. Nearly 184 years of sexual repression. It was a large tab for even a devoted servant to pick up.
 
Semir gladly obliged, grunting in agreement. With several final thrust the unholy crusader unleashed thick streams of spunk inside of her. Her eyelids twitched as emerald orbs rolled into the back of her head. God he was good. Cum began to spill over the sides of his shaft and for a moment Semir considered pulling out; for a moment. Suddenly a magical shackle formed around the base of his large cock, constricting just enough to keep him inside. The matron bit her lower lip as she lay in bliss, “not yet”. 
 
He didn’t mind, knowing her she’d just cast another fertility spell, and in an hour or so they’d be back at it. Honestly, he didn’t know whether she was even checking to see if she was pregnant or not; not that he was too concerned. His perceived punishment had quickly turned into something not as nightmarish as he thought, to put it lightly. After several minutes the dread knight pulled out of his queen, a thin strand of his load slowly running down her thigh. In their short time as “partners” they had done almost everything. The once demanding and domineering ruler had been reduced to a lustful whore. Part of him worried that she would never return to her regal nature, perhaps using her as a fuck sleeve wasn’t the best of decisions. It was a short-lived thought. 
 
As much as she loved Semir, as much as she could love anything, he was a tool. A viable means of delivering a strong heir or heiress. How quaint, she thought to herself, I’ll be sure to keep him around if the first one turns out well. He was a loudmouth, and for as loyal as he was she knew that he would tell one of his brothers; even if it took a hundred years. Once she was with child he’d be taking a long journey to the endless void. To be retrieved when appropriate, but for now he would make an excellent toy. 
 
“Again”? She smiled as she looked back at her bull, eyes flickering with dark intent.
 
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Haven't posted anything in a long time, senior year is a bitch. I'll have some time over the coming breaks so hopefully I can update all of my works. Thanks for reading!