The Fisher Queen

by Jay Aury

  By the light of the moss she found that the shore she rested on stretched back to the wall, where another entrance lay. More light glowed within, so at least she wouldn’t be walking blind.

  She sighed, massaged her forehead. When she raised her head once more her eyes were grim with purpose. She had nothing but her dagger. Her clothes were tattered, her firm, youthful breasts and her puffy pussy bared. But so be it. She was a huntress still, and she’d find her way out, or go down in the blood of her enemies.

  Strong thoughts, and ones that would bear her along as she started off down the tunnel and deeper into the earth.

  The tunnel was dry. A small mercy. It was warm as well, but it was the wet, humid warmth like a swamp. How strange, so deep below the earth, she mused. She had gone into caverns before. None so deep to be sure, but still…

  She was reflecting on that when she reached the end of the tunnel and stopped, shocked. Before her spread out a glistening chamber lit by a large pool in its center. The walls were decorated stone; geometric patterns curling upward like a shrine to some goddess Dinah had never known. Statues lingered in the corners. Robed figures bent in prayer. And in the center of the pool, rising like an island, was a pile of treasure.

  Dinah stared at the pile of gold, gemstones and glass. Swords and cutlasses, the wheel of an old ship, rigging, even the broken prow of a rowboat. An old lantern, a tiller, it was all a strange medley of junk and jewels piled high, the sorts of things one might collect if they had little idea of what true treasure was.

  And sitting atop it all was the most beautiful woman Dinah had ever seen.

  She was dressed in a flowing cloak that covered her head to foot, stitched with strange patterns of glowing cloth. Open at the front, it bared a pale cloth that did nothing to hide the curves of her breasts and hips. A hood shadowed her face, but did not to hide it. She smiled, and oh but that smile was radiant as the sun, and her eyes were bright and flecked with strange colours like the stained window of a church.

  “My,” she breathed with a voice that reverberated through the room. “Who are you?”

  Dinah gaped, for a moment too gobsmacked to formulate a reply. The woman laughed softly, the flecks of light in her eyes shining. “No need to stare. It’s not often an attractive young woman enters my home. Please! Come here.”

  Dinah was moving before she realized it. She forced herself to slow, walking more cautiously into the waters. She realized then the glow came from a number of the strange moss growing at the bottom of the pool.

  “Er, yes. Hello,” Dinah said, carefully making her way up the glittering pile. “My name is… is Dinah.”

  “Greetings, Dinah,” the woman said, still smiling, and oh what a beautiful smile. And what lovely eyes, their flecks shining bright. “Please,” she said, spreading her hands before her. “Join me. It has been so long since I have had conversation.”

  “Yes,” Dinah said vaguely, watching those eyes. Those wonderful eyes. She realized suddenly she was at the peak of the pile, before the smiling woman.

  “Please,” the woman said, her radiant eyes almost glowing beneath her hood. “Sit. Let us talk.”

  Dinah carefully took a seat among the gold. The woman didn’t sit, but that was alright. Everything was… alright…

  “Tell me, whatever are you doing in these dark places?” the woman asked softly.

  “I… I came looking for some girls,” Dinah said. “They’d been taken by gerlings from a fishing village.”

  “Gerlings!” the woman gasped. “How awful!”

  Dinah nodded. “Yes. I came down here with a guide. Varia. We went under Stony Keep.”

  “Andrahall.”

  “What?”

  “Its name,” the woman said. “It was Andrahall. Oh it was lovely once. Those ruins now… Gods, I can’t even imagine it now.”

  “The ruins… Yes. We went into the dungeons where the water seeped in. And I was walking through the waters.”

  “Ah yes. The waters. How they rippled and seeped in. Ebbed and flowed. Ebbed and flowed.”

  Dinah nodded dimly, watching the flecks in the woman’s eyes shift and spin and listening to that crooning cadence. She heard the soft clink of gold behind her. She wondered at the sound, but didn’t look. If she did, she’d lose sight of those eyes. Those spinning, glowing eyes that she could stare into. Endlessly into.

  “And then what happened?” the woman breathed.

  “Then?” Dinah murmured. “Then… um… my foot was taken. I was pulled under the water. A… kraken… had me…”

  “Oh you poor thing,” the woman said. “He just snatched you up. And I imagine he did such things to you when he had you.”

  Dinah nodded. “He did,” she breathed. She felt warm again. Not just warm. Hot. Flushing. She felt a soft touch on her leg but couldn’t look down to see it. Another stroked her arm. Another her waist.

  “Did he touch you?” the woman said, her voice seeping into Dinah’s head, slithering around her thoughts. She was closer now. Those eyes shining like stained glass beneath pond water. “Did he stroke you and tease you? Did he make you gasp. Did he make… you… cum…?”

  “Yes,” Dinah whimpered, her body glowing with the remembered sensations. Her hands shook. Her breasts rose and fell. Rose and fell. The sensation remembered. The woman was close now. So close. When did she get so close? Those thoughts sloughed through her mind, sieved through, swirled away. Outshone by the sparkling eyes.

  “Pleasure,” the woman whispered, those wonderful red lips forming the words. A shiver raced down Dinah’s spine, through her and into her core. Again she felt the sweet sensitivity in her cunt. Her eyes couldn’t turn from the woman’s.

  And then her lips were on Dinah’s. And the huntress… melted…

  Dinah moaned, her muscles relaxing. Her whole body easing. Her lashes fluttered, but her lids never closed, never fully closed. Because if they did, they’d look away from those wonderful eyes. Those shining, spinning motes of light that filled her thoughts and scattered her mind. She sagged into the touch. Her eyes rolled down.

  And she saw the gold had slipped some more, and beneath it were grinning skulls.

  The Barn

  Something smooth and warm slid down Veria’s throat. The flavour soothed her body, filtering through her with a hazy warmth that stirred her muscular frame in strange ways. Ways she hadn’t considered in a long, long time. Her eyes slowly slid open and looked at the smiling face of a woman framed with dark hair.

  “Mmmnn,” the woman sighed.

  Veria groaned and tried to move, but her hands came up short with a rattle. Her eyes shot wide open and she jerked back her head to see the shackles that bound her wrists over her head. She yanked her arms but the shackles were bolted firmly into the wall above her.

  “Shhh,” the woman moaned softly, patting her cheek.

  Veria looked back at the woman, and it was that moment she realized she was as naked as the busty woman. Immediately she tensed, pulling her legs shut, staring up at the blissful woman, breasts heavy and nipples puffed, beaded with pure, delicious cream…

  Veria realized she was licking her lips, her tongue tingling with the lingering flavour she’d awoken to. With a start she realized just what she had been drinking, and as she did, she felt a low heat began to spread from her stomach, rolling through her body in waves of arousal.

  “Ohhh…. N-nooo,” Veria moaned, panting, her head spinning.

  The woman smiled down at her again and leaned forward. Veria tried to pull away but couldn’t with her hands bound. The woman leaned over her, tongue sliding out and up Veria’s firm breast.

  “Ah!” Veria gasped, the sensation shooting through her like white lightning. “Y-you… what is…”

  The woman sighed adoringly, her tongue stroking Veria’s breasts with tender fixation. Each lash of her tongue sent another surge of tactile arousal racing through Veria’s nerves. She grit her teeth, trying to endure the strange pleasure. Her thighs rubbed again
st each other, her pussy dampening with desire.

  Movement caught her attention. She looked up and past the woman to see several gerlings standing not far, their bulbous eyes watching the scene intently. “M-monsters!” Veria gasped, struggling again against her chains. “When I get out of nnnn!” Veria bit her lip to try and stifle her moan, glaring at the amphibian monsters hatefully. Their expressions didn’t change, but one tugged a leash, and in crawled Tanda.

  Veria’s sister was smiling blissfully as she crawled on hands and knees towards Veria, several other women following her. For a moment Veria could only stare, then the first of the new women reached her, their lips locking on Veria’s nipple and hungrily sucking.

  “Mnnnn!” Veria groaned, arching. It only occurred to her then to try and struggle, but the shapely bodies overwhelmed her, crawling onto her as they lovingly licked and stroked her, trapping her in a hell of soft breast, ample thigh and keening pleasure. “G-gods! G-get a hold of yourselves! You can’t… you mustn’t…”

  “It’s so good sister,” Tanda sighed, her eyes hot but empty as she massaged the rump of the woman licking at Veria’s breast. She smiled blissfully up at her panting sister. “It’s so good…”

  Veria watched, thunderstruck as Tanda parted the woman’s ass and leaned in, burying her face in the other woman’s rear, her tongue sliding up from pussy to dark star adoringly. The woman at Veria’s tit moaned happily, wriggling her rump before resuming her assault on Veria’s painfully sensitive skin, her ass pushing out to take advantage of Tanda’s lapping tongue.

  Veria panted, her whole body shuddering. She wanted to hate this. She wanted to scream and rage and defy them. But it was so hard to. So hard to fight. So easy to submit. To lose herself amid the hundred sensations that stroked and toyed, teased and urged her towards a shuddering peak.

  “Enjoy it sister,” Tanda moaned. “It’s so good…”

  “Tanda… d-damn you,” Veria panted, her body shuddering with her helpless pleasure. She saw one of the gerlings waddle forward, pushing through the crowd. Her heart beat faster, her body burned with hopeless arousal. She didn’t fight him as the monster parted her thighs, baring her slick mound. And she didn’t resist as it leaned forward, its large mouth opening and engulfing her twitching cunt.

  “Ooooooh!” Veria cried as the monster’s long tongue lapped at her dewy pussy, tasting her bitter flavour. She screamed as his tongue, so long, so skilled, slid into her steaming box, twisting in her shuddering quim.

  “Oh fuck. Fuck! Mnnnnnn!” Veria howled, pushed beyond the edge, arching as she came, the gerling licking up her juices with every hint of satisfaction.

  One of the women stopped licking her. A soft breast rose into her view, nipple hard and beaded with cream. Veria didn’t think. Beyond resistance. Beyond thought. Her lips locked on to that bud, and she moaned as sweet cream burst once more onto her tongue.

  “Ooooh,” the gerling’s slave moaned, pulling Veria’s head against her breast as she hungrily suckled and guzzled the sweet, warming cream.

  At the end of the pen, the other gerlings watched intently as Veria drowned in the pleasure of the monster’s cows. Lost herself to the intoxicating milk and the pleasured lashing of their brethren’s tongue. Their stomachs reddened with arousal as Veria’s muffled cries signalled her next orgasm. The second of many to come.

  Lost

  For a moment, Dinah’s eyes remained locked with the hollow sockets of the skull. Then shock burst through her. With a gasp the huntress jerked back from the grasp of the woman. For a moment the illusion was shattered, and she saw the creature that held her for what it truly was. What she took for a hood and robe was a fleshy covering like a ray’s. Her eyes indeed glowed with strange flecks of light, but her waist vanished into the pile beneath them, merging with a mound of dark flesh. The patterns that Dinah had first taken for stitching did exist, but were really strange, pulsing, swirling patterns twisting all over the woman’s flesh like runic designs.

  “Why, what’s wrong?” the creature crooned, something stroking Dinah’s side. “Is anything the matter?”

  Dinah glanced back and her skin crawled to see dark tentacles rising from beneath the treasure mound. That was enough to jolt her fully from the thrall of the creature. She stumbled back, overbalancing and fell onto the treasure pile, jewels and gold scattering as she slid down, revealing more skulls.

  The creature smiled, revealing sharp, predatory teeth. “Oh pooh. Looks like someone saw my little secret,” she giggled.

  Dinah scrambled to her feet near the bottom of the mound. Her eyes darted around, locking on to a hilt jutting from the treasure pile. She grabbed it, wrenching out an ancient sword and swinging it about to face the monster.

  The flecked eyes sharpened. The monster’s grin widened more than any human’s should, revealing more shark-like teeth. “Hmmm,” the monster crooned, shifting. More gold fell from the treasure pile, revealing an inhuman bulk of writhing black tentacles lying beneath. “Naughty girl. That’s mine, you know. Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s wrong to steal?”

  “What are you?” Dinah gasped, stepping back into the water of the pool, keeping her sword aimed at the monstrous thing.

  The creature laughed, her fleshy frill rippling around her head. “Why I am the Princess Therain! And you, pretty little thing, are an intruder in my home.”

  “The cursed princess?” Dinah said.

  “Cursed? Oh no. Not cursed. I would say… blessed,” Therain said, the dark, tentacle mass of her lower body rising out of the peak of the treasure pile, sending gold, gems, and the skulls of her victim clacking down the slopes. Dinah stared in horror at the hundreds of dark, writhing limbs that sprouted from the monster’s lower half. “Princess of my castle. But my sister hated me. Hated me for finding my true love, and bearing my many sons. She was jealous, and killed me. Cut me in two! She threw my body into the sea. But my love. Oh, my love saved me,” Therain breathed, her expression rapturous, the markings on her skin pulsing with love. “He loved me so. So much that he changed me into something worthy of his love. And enabled me to birth so many of our children.”

  “Gods,” Dinah breathed in horror, taking another step back into the warm water.

  Therain giggled again. “Mmmn. There is but one god worthy of worship. And he is a grand one. Soon enough, our sons will number enough to take all the shores of this land. And from the daughters of men, more will be born, and I will finally leave this place to join him. Oh,” she moaned, touching her strange, smooth breasts. “Oh it shall be so good.

  “And you may even join us,” Therain said, again looking towards Dinah. “You may come with me as a handmaiden. You will birth some truly wondrous young. And all you need to do is look again into my eyes…”

  Dinah caught herself gazing into those swirling flecks and forced her attention away.

  “Oh? But maybe you don’t like my eyes. Hmm. Maybe you’d rather look at my body,” the monster said teasingly, her pale hands running across her sleek flesh, the patterns of light shifting and pulsing, tantalizing like some monstrous undersea lure drawing in its prey.

  Dinah realized this. And even knowing it, she felt it call to her. That sensation of surrender was like a physical ache in her soul. Calling for her to give in again. Surrender to those arms. Those lips. That wonderful swirl of colour and pulsing light…

  Dinah closed her eyes tightly to try and shut out the glow. Therain laughed delightedly. “Silly girl. You don’t need to fight me. You only need to… give in…”

  Dinah grit her teeth, then gasped as she felt a questing touch on her leg. She lashed out with her sword, felt the rusty metal connect with something. A scream of pure rage and pain echoed. The sound startled Dinah so much her eyes flew open and up towards Therain.

  The monster reared back, her expression, once radiantly beautiful, now twisted with fury. The glow across her skin had turned a deep, burning red of anger. “Why you little ingrate! You cut me!”

  L
ike a slap of cold water the sight banished the lingering feeling of submission for the monster. Dinah’s brows knit as another tentacle swung for her. She slashed at it, the rusting blade cutting a ragged wound. Foul, black blood pumped from the monster’s tentacle. Therain howled again.

  “Bitch! I’ll kill you!” the monster screeched. Dinah splashed backwards as the monster rolled down the hill of gold and skulls, tentacles waving about her like a hundred tendrils of darkness. They lashed out for Dinah, who kept retreating, her sword flashing before her, frantically trying to ward away the groping limbs.

  Almost immediately she realized it wasn’t going to work. Soon enough the creature’s rage would make her ignore the pain. Which left Dinah with one option. With a roar she leapt forward and among the writhing limbs. Her attack surprised the cursed princess, and before she could react Dinah had ducked beneath the attacking tentacles. She slashed two as she rushed forward, under the monster’s guard. She stepped on to its squelching body and leaped up, tackling its human half.

  Therain yelped in surprise, raising her arms to protect herself, overbalancing under the weight off the huntress. They fell back, crashing into the treasure pile, skulls smashing under Therain’s immense bulk. Dinah was atop her, straddling the monster’s waist, sword raised high.

  “Don’t,” Therian gasped, her eyes glowing. “Please. I only wanted you to be happy,” she said.

  The force of the monster’s compulsion struck Dinah like a brick between the eyes. Her sword wavered. But then she saw the jagged teeth in Therain’s smile. With a cry of resistance the huntress plunged her blade into the monster’s chest.