Seduced by the Black Queen

by Amanda Clover

  “So handsome.”

  “So brave.”

  “So strong.”

  “So eager.”

  The words rained down on him like wine. He groaned as his hips worked, fucking the lips of the woman atop him. Rutting her mouth with ever greater pleasure. “Ooooh yes. Yes! Ohhhh fuuuuuck!”

  He groaned as he came, pumping his cock into the hungry mouth of the cultist, moaning and bucking beneath her. Even after his explosive orgasm he was still hard. His cock twitched as another of the masked women gripped his shaft and straddled him. She smiled down at him and sheathed him in her silky cunt.

  “Oooooh!” Tavek moaned, head lolling back as she took his thick shaft to the root and started to ride him, her hips rocking, plunging his cock into her slickened cunny.

  “Yessss!” she moaned. “Fuck me! For the mnn… for the goddess. For Shudra! Cum for her!”

  Tavek had heard of Shudra before, but he put her down to one of those silly human gods or goddesses that was all about making the other humans feel guilty about everything. This was pretty much the opposite of that and in no time he was cumming again for the goddess of lust and pleasure. Not that he was doing much thinking at that point anyway. His head stuffed with clouds of lust as the busty cultists rode him. Kissed him. Stroked him.

  And drowned him in wonderous pleasure.

  The Priestess

  Faylana bit her lip thoughtfully as she made her way around the old mill. There was definitely something here. She could feel it. Power tingling over her sensitive skin, peaking her nipples with the crackle of it. Something strange. Something not quite magic, but very close.

  She’d have called it holy power, as the Priests of the Grove used, but theirs was warm and filling, like love and peace. This had a different feel for it. Not evil. At least, not as she knew it. But strange. Different. It made her acutely aware of her own body and how sensitive she was.

  Her hands moved, casting a quick spell. She gasped as the sensation grew stronger. More acute the closer she came to the cliffs. The wind whispered against her skin, fluttering her cloak and teasing through her hair. Her hand was still outstretched, feeling the strange power like a dowsing rod. Closer. Closer to the sheer walls of the mountain.

  Her hand pressed against the stone. A spot that seemed like any other. But beneath her touch, a symbol suddenly glowed. The two rings interwoven. She pulled back her hand as the cliffside seemed to melt away, parting like curtains to suddenly reveal a passage into the mountain. Torches burned down it, and Faylana hesitated. She should call Caldric and Tavek. Should inform them of this.

  And yet, her soft footsteps left the grass, and hesitantly began walking down the warm stone corridor.

  It went deep into the stone. Torches fluttered as she passed, and strange symbols were written on the walls. Faylana prided herself on having learned to read human script as well as their tongue, but these words held no meaning for her. She flexed her hands nervously, trying to keep the words of a spell foremost in her mind. Even as the ambient sense of power grew stronger. More encompassing.

  She was breathing hard. Her head spinning. It took her a moment to even realize she’d entered the chamber, but when she did she stopped dead.

  It was a large cavern, filled with sculptures depicting men and women wrapped in carnal bliss, their mouths open in silent moans of pleasure. A dozen positions etched in stone, although most showed signs of years and damage. Frescoes were engraved in the walls, depicting more of the strange script, interwoven with carnal acts.

  At the far end of the chamber, past the statues and sculptures, was a large shrine. It had been worked into the rear wall, carved from the very bedrock. An altar was reached by several steps, framed by a pair of burning braziers that threw dizzying shadows across the walls, and behind it a statue of a woman. It was a beautiful woman sitting on the floor, her head thrown back, her breasts immense, her frame curvy in that way of ancient lusts and fertility goddesses. Upon the altar was a large black tome, opened.

  Faylana felt like she was sleepwalking as she crossed the rooms and climbed the steps. She looked down on the book, her lips parting softly. These words she knew. It was a book of sorcery. Of witchcraft. Not the learned magics taught at the university of Akrane or the high covens of Sylvandell. Older and more primal. The script had been handwritten on faded pages, and as she read them, Faylana felt her flush grow.

  Here was a spell for making a girl more fertile. Here, another meant to drown the mind and soul in pleasure. Another was to make a woman’s chest more ample and urge lactation. Here one to make a man more virile, his cock larger and balls heavier.

  “Goddess,” she breathed as she leafed through the pages.

  “Yes. Shudra. Goddess of lust and desire. The only goddess a woman needs.”

  Faylana whirled, her heart hammering. The spell on her lips died there as she beheld the speaker.

  It was a woman, and a woman like none Faylana had seen before. She had come from an entrance in the cavern Faylana hadn’t noticed, and now stood in all her glory. Raven black hair spilled down her back, contrasting sharply with her alabaster skin. Her robe was open, thrown back to reveal the swelling curves of her ample breasts and unshaven slit of her cunt. She wasn’t thin like Faylana. She had the mature shapeliness of a woman of experience, and all the arrogance of power that made Faylana’s knees feel weak. She stood, unabashed at her nudity, strange tattoos just visible winding along her mons and breasts and up her neck.

  “Who…” Faylana gasped.

  “That’s a question I should be asking you,” the woman said, striding forward. “Who are you? You’re not one of my daughters in the service of the goddess. At least, not yet. But you certainly have the looks for it,” she added, eyes roaming over Faylana’s form fitting robe. Her smirk deepened. “And more, you managed to discover my temple, despite my spells. You must be a witch as well.”

  “You kidnapped the girls,” Faylana gasped. “You’re Mother Mira!”

  The witch threw back her head and laughed. “Kidnapped! Silly girl. They came willingly! I offered them all that they had never known. The privilege to know the pleasures of flesh that would be denied to them. The freedom to become daughters in the service of the goddess. Is that so wrong?”

  Faylana swallowed hard. That sharp, sweetened sensitivity had grown acute since the witch revealed herself. Now it thrummed through her in pulses of molten desire. Making her intensely aware of her clothes. How her nipples rubbed against her shirt. How hot her pussy was. How needy.

  And looking into the witch’s eyes, Faylana suddenly knew the witch understood. She saw a smirk tease along the witch’s lips. Her eyes glowing hot and heavy.

  “Such a lovely woman,” Mira purred, walking nearer, her ample breasts rising and falling. Spirals of ink radiating from her stubby nipples. “So lost. So… frightened…”

  “I…I’m not lost,” Faylana gasped, pressing back against the altar.

  “Oh, but you are. Like all the daughters I brought into the fold of Shudra’s arms. So uncertain about their own bodies. About how lovely they are. How sweet. How… sensitive…”

  The words teased along Faylana’s flesh, tingling against her bum, quim, and ample breasts. She felt that tightness just below her stomach. A feeling of tension that was somehow wonderful and somehow eager for blessed release.

  “I… You won’t t-trick me.”

  “There is no trickery here,” Mira cooed, her voice falling into a soft, lyrical tone. One that slipped through Faylana. Wrapped about her like silk. “I merely… instruct… teach… love…”

  Faylana hadn’t realized how close the other woman was. How quick she’d moved. She realized with a start that Mira was right in front of her. She opened her mouth to cast a desperate spell.

  Mira took that opportunity to press a kiss to Faylana’s unresisting lips.

  Faylana’s eyes shot wide open, then grew lidded as the shapely witch pressed against her. Her bum hit the altar, and Faylana moa
ned as Mira’s arms snaked around the young elf, stroking her back, easing her against the altar as she conquered her lips with a kiss. Faylana whimpered, tingling to her toes in hot desire. She’d never been kissed like this before. With such skill. With such passion. With such an utter certainty of owning her.

  The kiss was broken, Faylana’s lips buzzing. She stared at Mira’s own plump, soft lips as they moved. Spoke.

  “Isn’t that wonderful, my dear? My sweet elven slut?”

  Faylana was nodding without realizing it, watching those lips. Listening to the words that slipped through in a gentle song. “You…” Faylana whimpered in sudden understanding. “You’ve been… been casting… casting a spell…”

  Mira smirked down at her. “So I have,” she purred, sliding a hand along Faylana’s stomach, making the shapely elf’s breath hitch before her fingers found a soft, sensitive breast. “But you don’t mind, do you?” she asked, giving a teasing squeeze.

  Faylana whimpered. Yet… yet found she didn’t mind, actually. Found her head spinning and her thoughts so jumbled up, so confused and dizzy that it was so much easier to follow her body’s lead. And her body was so very eager to know more of this seductress’s touches. So desperate to submit and let this wonderful, beautiful, amazing woman do just whatever she wanted to her. To finally slake that lust that burned within her core.

  Faylana whimpered as her clothes parted to that seductress’s touch. Her robe falling away. Her panties teased down. She was naked. Panting. The altar was cold under her back, but Mira was so hot, her touches teasing over the panting slut. Making her whimper and gasp with every stroke. Every squeeze. Every pinch.

  Mira smirked, lifting Faylana’s legs, resting them on her shoulders as her face dipped between the elf’s helpless thighs. Her tongue slipping from between her lips. Gliding along Faylana’s oh so sensitive slit. Making the elf gasp, her hips lift, pushing her face against the cunning tongue of the priestess of lust.

  “Shudra is such a kind goddess,” Mira murmured as her tongue teased Faylana’s cunt, lapping at that bead of hot pleasure that made the elf moan and shudder with the ecstasy of sapphic delight. “She can sense when a woman holds back. When society weighs upon her. Forces her not to be all she needs to be. And she has a remedy for that, doesn’t she?”

  “Mnnnnn!” Faylana moaned, trying so hard not to agree. To pant. To just let her sweetest pleasures flow. But it was a losing war. A war lost long ago. The second she stepped into the temple she had lost it.

  That realization scorched her as she came. Overwhelmed her in a surge of white-hot pleasure as she came, screaming with pleasure, her hips tightening around the lovely face of the priestess, yielding her sweet nectar to Mira’s hungry tongue. And the witch supped well. Moaning as she licked out the whimpering elf. Drove Faylana’s mind whirling down into the oblivion of purest pleasure.

  Faylana sagged atop the altar, panting, looking up at the looming statue of the goddess above. Those full, fertile tits. Those shapely thighs. That imperious, yet pleased expression.

  Then Mira was above her, straddling her head. Faylana moaned as the priestess settled on the young elf’s face, pressing her pussy down on Faylana’s unresisting lips.

  “Kiss, my dear.”

  Faylana kissed.

  “Lick, my dear.”

  Faylana licked.

  “Worship, my lovely elf. Taste the glory of the goddess. Know her pleasures.”

  Faylana obeyed. Her tongue delved into the witch’s hot box, her tastebuds singing as her tongue teased and stroked that sweet slit. Faylana had known the affections of women before. But never had she so adored being the one beneath. Being the servant. The slave. The slut. The experience filled her with white hot light. Lust. Desire. She moaned, her eyes growing lidded as she serviced the witch’s pussy. As she obediently licked and lapped and slaved for the pleasures of her priestess. Her mistress.

  Her goddess and her queen.

  Discoveries of Faith

  Something was wrong.

  Caldric had felt this since arriving at the old mill, but with every moment the feeling grew stronger. More overpowering. He thumbed his sword, peering about the ancient building. He’d gone inside, venturing into the rotting edifice in search of a hint, but no luck thus far. Only rotting wood, an ancient millstone, and a paddlewheel that rattled uselessly among the broken wooden gears.

  He pushed his way back outside and looked about. Silence greeted him. A silence more profound than he expected.

  “Faylana? Tavek?”

  Nothing.

  Unease quickly made way for alarm. He slowly drew his sword, stepping out into the grass. He made his way along the building slowly, the rattling of the paddlewheel his only company until he reached a small path into the cliffs.

  Wait…

  A path?

  His brows knit with thought as he followed the snaking trail into the cliffs. He hastened his pace, climbing and walking along the narrow defile, his right dropping off sharply to the ground below, on his left a curtain of stone. As he moved along the path, he became aware of a sound. Soft cries and moans.

  He was moving fast now. A cave yawned out of the stone and he slid to a halt before the entrance.

  And stared.

  The curtain had been drawn back, allowing him an unrestricted view into the cave. By torchlight he saw the writhing, naked bodies of the masked women, Tavek groaning beneath them, rutting them with a passion that bordered on feverish. Caldric’s jaw fell slack. His eyes bulged.

  “Tavek! What the fuck are you doing?”

  “Caldric!” the dwarf said, head lolling towards the entrance, a drunken smile on his face. “So… mnnn… good of you to… ah… mnnn… come! Ooooh!”

  The dwarf groaned, stiffening and flexing as he orgasmed within the moaning slut kneeling before him. He withdrew his cock, and instantly a pair of lips were latched on, sucking eagerly at his thick shaft. The dwarf moaned, falling back among some cushions.

  “Tavek! Snap out of it?”

  “Snap outta… Mnnn… Don’t worry… ah… you can… mnnn… can watch…”

  “Watch! Tavek, you-“

  Caldric trailed off. Two of the women had seen him and were approaching, their hips swaying, breasts full and luscious.

  “Don’t fight it,” Moaned one.

  “Stay. Give in.”

  As they came nearer Caldric’s nose twitched. A curious, thick scent wafted towards him. A scent of spices and sweetness. A scent that made his head ache and his cock twitch.

  “What…what…”

  “Such a nice sword.”

  “You wouldn’t use it on us, would you?” the second woman cooed.

  “D-don’t come any closer!”

  “But didn’t you come here to save us?”

  “Rescue us?”

  “What?” Caldric gasped.

  The pair giggled. “I bet daddy was so worried. My flowers on the sill must be starting to bloom, aren’t they?”

  Caldric gaped. “You… You’re Bes!”

  The masked brunette giggled again. “That was my name. But I don’t need names. Just need to be lovely.”

  “Be beautiful.”

  “Be…”

  “Hers…”

  The pair were against them. The scent swam about him. Perfume. It soaked the two cultists to the skin. His sword shook in his hand, but he couldn’t use it against them. Couldn’t kill them. They were ensorcelled. Enslaved. This… this was…

  A gentle touch turned his head, and gentle lips stole a kiss.

  Caldric moaned as Bes kissed him. Their curvy bodies were pressed against him, bearing him back. Back. He staggered, stumbled. The warm light of day fell on them.

  And the cold breeze whirled away their scent.

  Caldric gasped as his mind fought through the fog of seduction. His body however was still only too happy to have two such beauties moaning and fawning over him. But… but couldn’t… couldn’t indulge too much. Although… this might be an o
pportunity.

  “Oh goddess,” Caldric breathed, stroking the two beauties, filling his palms with the curves of their rears. “You’re both so… so right.”

  “Of course we are,” Bes giggled.

  “Mistress has shown us the way,” her masked companion moaned.

  “She has,” Caldric panted, trying to focus, even as his shaking hand continued to move over the pair. “But, um… I would… I would like to show my… my surrender to Mother Mira. She’s just so… so beautiful and wonderful. I can’t wait to… to express my loving s-surrenderrrrr!”

  Caldric drew out the last word as a teasing hand cupped his bulge, stroking the tenting fabric of his cock. Oh gods. Even without being drunk on their perfume, their touches threatened to push him over the edge.

  “It’s true,” Bes moaned, grinding herself on Caldric’s leg until her could feel her juices staining his pants. “Mistress is so wonderful to surrender to…”

  “Y-yeah. Yes. And… and where does… does one surrender to her?”

  “The cave,” the other cultist moaned, sucking on Caldric’s earlobe, a sensation that made him quiver with helpless lust. “The… mm… one beside the river…”

  “I… I see,” Caldric breathed. And though it took almost all that he was, he shoved the two moaning women off him and to the ground.

  The squeaked in surprise and Caldric took a quick couple of shaking steps back, further separating him from their intoxicating perfume. He looked back into the cave, where Tavek was currently sucking on the breast of one moaning woman while plunging his cock into the sopping cunt of another, his beard waving with every impact.

  “Tavek! I… I’ll be back!”

  “No… mmph… hurry,” the dwarf moaned as he came, the woman beneath him crying out in pleasure.