by Ellen Wilson
“We’re being attacked!” someone cried out. Melodene tightened her grip on the long staff she held and cursed. Apparently, Felowyn had some decent warriors to slip past her scouts and now were here using explosives. But no matter how skilled they were, they wouldn’t be able to stand against her. She started that way, but the enemy force was cutting through the ranks much faster than she had expected, and through the chaos of dying barbarians, she saw their assailant. Melodene stopped short as she took a moment to register what she was seeing.
The woman killing her men wore a black cloak that did little in the way of concealing her identity. The garment fanned out around her, along with beautiful waves of silver hair, with every twirl that she made. She used a fearsome, red sword, one that Melodene recognized all too easily, and again jets of flame lashed out to sear into lines of barbarians, handfuls of them falling to a single swing of the blade.
“Impossible!” she shouted in defiance, raising her staff just in time to catch the descending arc of the red blade, of Capriella. “Y-you’re dead!” she grunted with effort, her furious stare matched by the intensity of Fiora’s emerald eyes. Melodene could barely hold back the sword from splitting her in half, so she wasn’t ready for the kick that struck here in the abdomen. The air was blasted out of her as she stumbled back. Fiora didn’t move to pursue, instead taking a moment to scan the Sevelyn up and down. The other barbarians were wisely fleeing away from the queen. Melodene didn’t think she would have the chance.
“Capriella, who is she?”
“That’s one of Dyssa’s Sevelyn. We should take her down quickly,” the sword warned her queen.
“Maybe we don’t have to,” Fiora said, to her Sevelyn’s surprise. Capriella had to remember that the queen didn’t have her memories, and right now she was only feeling the natural attraction between an Ankhor and Sevelyn, even if it was one already claimed by another.
“Come on, then,” Melodene spat, steadying herself on the staff before she thrust it down hard against the ground. Vines sprung forward from the earth, reaching out for the Ankhor queen. With a swing of Capriella, a fan of flame incinerated the sudden attack of growth before they reached her. Melodene cursed under her breath, knowing she was severely outmatched.
“I don’t want to fight you,” Fiora told her, holding her arms and Capriella out wide while she took a few slow steps forward.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Melodene asked, frustrated.
Fiora’s eyes spent another moment taking the measure of the Sevelyn in front of her. The woman’s light-brown hair was bound and interwoven together to make large locks like thick jungle vines sprouting from her head. Her brown fur coat was short and open in the front, supple breasts held by a green top that exposed both her belly and the cleavage of her chest.
“You’re just so beautiful,” Fiora said, genuinely appreciating what she saw. “I think I want to love you, instead.”
“You—” Melodene started but was at a loss for words from the queen’s answer. A blush heated at her cheeks at the prospect. Fiora must have sensed that her guard had slipped, for the queen moved in suddenly and Melodene was too distracted to react in time. She closed her eyes, expecting the plunge of the blade that would take her life. Instead, she felt Fiora’s lips on hers in a kiss that took her breath.
“Mm!” Melodene whimpered in surprise. The next sensation that touched her was between her legs, feeling the queen’s free hand rubbing at her sex over the cloth of her pants. She nearly melted against the woman’s hand, wanting nothing more than to be taken there. But a part of her remembered her loyalty was to Dyssa, so she fought to overcome her own rogue desires. Melodene broke away from the kiss, turning away. “I can’t!” she exclaimed, breathless. Fiora didn’t let her off so easy. The queen wrapped her sword arm around the woman’s waist and drew her back against her. The other hand worked around Melodene’s squirms and slipped beneath her underwear, delicate fingers probing up into her moist sex.
“Oh,” Fiora cooed delightedly at discovering how wet she was. Melodene moaned, body tensing as she pressed back against the queen, her firm buttocks rubbing against the other woman’s hardening rod.
Capriella transformed back into her human form, lest her lady have an unfortunate accident handling the sword. With the barbarians having cleared out, she was able to watch the two without any worry of enemy forces. They had their general right here, in the throes of Fiora’s seduction, potentially abut to defect against Dyssa. She supposed she shouldn’t have been so surprised, considering this was her lady, after all. At least half of King Kleon’s own Sevelyn women had confessed their feelings to the princess at one point. She’d always had that strong air of allure following her. Even so, with the sting of betrayal still fresh on her mind, she wasn’t convinced it was a good idea.
“I can’t…” Melodene said again, softer than before as she quivered to Fiora’s touch.
“Don’t you want to, though?” Fiora whispered in her ear before she bit it, fingers pumping deeper while her thumb stroked at the Sevelyn’s bud. Melodene gasped and arched back, her arm raising to grip at the silver hair behind her for support.
“Yess,” she breathed, fully relenting to the persuasive queen, all consequences be damned. She relaxed her legs and pushed her hips back, pressing her butt against Fiora’s stiff flesh. It was all the invitation the queen needed to take her there.
Melodene yelped in surprise when she was bent forward, her hands finding a slim oak to grasp for support. The tree was just mature enough to steady her, though skinny enough for one to wrap their arms around and touch their fingers together on the other side. Fiora hiked down the woman’s pants and underwear only midway down her thighs, not bothering to undress the Sevelyn or herself for that matter. She fished out her hard, throbbing cock, tip glistening with the precum Fiora leaked out in her excitement. The queen pressed it firmly against Melodene’s tight slit, rubbing against pink flesh.
“Ohh… please. Put it in me,” Melodene whined, squirming to spread her legs with little success while her pants kept them constricted close. She looked back over her shoulder and her expression begged for it. “Please fuck me, Queen Fiora!”
“Oh, with pleasure,” Fiora said, a big smile on her face as she tightly gripped the Sevelyn’s slender waist and thrust forth, her massive member splitting the woman’s sex apart.
“Hah!” Melodene cried, her eyes going wide once she was pierced into. Any second thoughts she might have had were washed away by that fulfilling sensation of sex when Fiora started having her way with her. “Nngh… yes!” she moaned, eyelids drooping as her fingers dug into the tree’s bark. Fiora bent over her, her chest pressing against the other’s back, one hand reaching around to grasp at one of her breasts while the other stayed on the small of her back, steadying the woman’s waist as she rammed herself deep inside her.
Capriella’s own breathing grew shallow as she watched. She would have loved to join her queen, but the first time between an Ankhor and Sevelyn wasn’t something she was willing to disturb. They were building the foundation of their relationship together and it wasn’t Capriella’s place to intrude, so she stood off, thinking to indulge the warm yearning between her legs herself. She kept her eyes fixated on her queen’s movements, imagining herself in place of Melodene while she pushed her hand down her pants, softly panting once she began to pet herself.
Fiora groaned, closing her eyes as she savored the feeling of Melodene’s insides around her flesh. She pushed forward harder, pinning the woman against the tree as she thrust into her wet sex.
“Ohh! S-slow down!” Melodene pleaded, holding onto the oak as she was sandwiched between the rocking wood and the queen’s that plowed her against it. Fiora either didn’t or couldn’t care to comply, not when her cock felt as good as it did, plunging into the woman. She wrapped her arms over Melodene’s and around the tree, crushing the wood with her fingers and holding them steady as she slapped her pelvis furiously against the girl
’s ass, burying herself to the hilt with each thrust.
Capriella moaned softly, biting down on her lower lip to stifle the noise. She could feel her own pleasure growing stronger by the second, watching the subtle but powerful muscles of her queen’s buttocks clenching each time she rammed home.
“I’m close…” Fiora panted, gritting her teeth as a trickle of sweat ran down her cheek. “It’s… hnngh… coming!” Her grip tightened on the tree and she pulled back hard, squashing herself against Melodene while her cock erupted inside the woman. The oak groaned before suddenly snapping off at its base, it and the trembling Sevelyn both lifted in the air as the queen pumped her hot cum inside. Capriella’s moans joined theirs when she came on her fingers an instant after.
“Hah… ah…” Melodene fought for breath, thighs tickling from the excess that streamed out of her. With a flick of her wrists, the queen dropped the modest tree away from them and took the Sevelyn woman into her arms more fully, running one hand down the body she filled while the other grabbed at her chin, turning her head to kiss her lips.
“What’s your name?” Fiora asked, caressing the side of her face when their lips parted.
“Mel-Melodene,” the Sevelyn said, mystified by the energy she felt coursing into her. She looked to Fiora with some amazement. “You’re stronger than her.”
“What do you mean? Stronger than… Dyssa?” Fiora asked, as if uncertain of the name.
Melodene nodded, briefly glancing down to her hands as if she held the power there. “I can feel you. Your strength, I mean, it’s inside me. It’s… so strong,” the woman said with a shiver of excitement.
“Then why did I lose?”
Melodene was surprised to hear the question. “You don’t remember?” she asked, looking to Capriella for clarification.
But the redhead suddenly seemed preoccupied by something else, something she sensed. “We don’t have time,” she declared, looking to the queen with great worry. “Something’s wrong. Penley, she’s moving away from us. Fast.”
Fiora wanted answers but knew it needed to wait. She turned to Melodene. “Are you with us?”
The woman hesitated as she considered the question. Was she ready to turn away from Dyssa, simply on account of the power she felt now? No, that wasn’t all she realized. She was with Dyssa because the barbarian woman had found her first, but that didn’t mean she always agreed with the other’s decisions. Fiora was known to help any territory under her command or that came under her control. Dyssa only sought to serve herself and her people, plundering the resources of others, selfishly spreading misery so that they could be happy.
Most importantly, though, Melodene believed Fiora could win a second battle, if she gathered her Sevelyn once more.
“Okay,” she decided, nodding her head as she stooped down to retrieve her staff. “I’m with you.”
Capriella chewed her lip, unsure if it was a wise move to bring along the woman along. Unfortunately, there wasn’t any time for a debate about it. If Melodene was planning on betraying them, it was a bridge they would have to cross when they came to it. Capriella silently swore to herself that she would cut her down at the first signs of trouble.
Fiora, on the other hand, seemed pleased. She turned to her trusted blade and gave a nod of her head. “Alright, Capriella, lead the way.”
The redhead nodded, casting one more look to Melodene before she turned towards the east. There wasn’t much to see with the eye beyond the trees of the woods, but Capriella could sense her Sevelyn companion further out. Worst still, she was convinced that the other was in trouble.
“Hang on, Penley. We’re coming.”
Author’s Note
I had a lot of fun writing this story and sincerely hope you enjoyed reading it. Fantasy will always be my first love when it comes to books, so I was happy to try my hand at creating a world of magic and mechanics different from our own. If you liked it, then you’re in luck, because more parts will be coming to fill in the gaps of Fiora’s history with her family, Sevelyn, and the barbarian queen, Dyssa. And, of course, more sexy times to be had by all. Be sure to follow me on Amazon and check out my other naughty futanari erotic stories (all available on Amazon, and free on Kindle Unlimited!):
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