The Pillaging of an Empire

by Amanda Clover

  Great flushed again. “That, um… I am so sorry I didn’t recognize you.”

  “Hardly surprised,” Damera said, turning her head. “After all, it’s not my evening.”

  Greta followed Damera’s glance and to the far corner of the room. The new emperor stood there, surrounded by knights and sycophants, two blushing, busty women in his arms, pulled tight against his sides. Face flushed with drink, the emperor gave a great booming laugh, squeezing the ripe breasts of the pair in his grasp.

  “Ugh,” Greta said. “Pig.”

  Damera glanced her way.

  Oh fuck. “I-I mean, I am sure he will ah… l-lead the empire well,” Greta quickly amended.

  Damera gave a thin smile. “Hm. Do you?” She again glanced towards her brother. “I’m not so sure…”

  “My lady?”

  Damera shook her head. “No matter,” she said, returning her attention to Greta. “Now, there’s a reason I approached you, Greta. I read your treatise on the Argonus Kingdom on the Isles of Wytes with great interest. You think that it was in fact their priests that wielded the power over the realm through some sort of hallucinogenic drugs?”

  Greta’s mouth sagged open.

  “Am I wrong?”

  “Oh! N-no, my lady. Actually, if you look over the relics claimed from the island, it becomes quite obvious that they did so. The emphasis on ritual pots and pipes, not to mention the legends that spoke of an isle of bliss off the Kandian coast, all indicate that the Isles were, in fact, ruled by a kind of mystical priesthood rather than the warrior kings all assumed.”

  “But the Kandian coast is far from the Isles, Greta.”

  Greta nodded eagerly. “True! True. But, Kandia once stretched much further south than it does now. It used to hold the entire shore in its grasp during the Age of Magic. But when they were pushed back by the Wilders, they were forced to abandon much of their southern forts. Looking at the architecture of the ruins along the Wild Bay, it’s clearly Kandian, rather than merely influence by them.”

  Damera nodded slowly. “Interesting. I believe you’re right.”

  “Of course!” Greta laughed. Then realized who she had been talking to and coughed. “I… er, thank you for your opinion, my lady. I mean…”

  “Damera.”

  “D-Damera, I mean.”

  The woman who would be empress chuckled softly. “You’re energetic, Greta. I’m quite pleased. I’ve read a number of your works and I’m very impressed.” She glanced about the ballroom whimsically. “But this is hardly the place for such conversations. Please, won’t you join me in my study? I have some fascinating scrolls I haven’t been able to make heads or tails of.”

  “Scrolls?” Greta said, perking up like a rabbit offered lettuce. “Of course! I’d be happy to.”

  “Hmm. Good.”

  Greta followed Damera across the dance floor. Guards saluted as they passed them and into the halls of the palace, the sounds of the festivities fading behind them. From there, Greta knew, they would go to Damera’s study, spending half the rest of the night going over ancient documents filed away in the dusty shelves of the Moskov archives. Greta would talk endlessly, relishing the intellect of the Grand Duchess, listening with bated breath Damera’s opinions and firing back her own.

  It would be the happiest night of Greta’s life.

  But as she dreamed, it wasn’t to the study the two went. When the door opened it revealed an elegant boudoir, a large bed filling the center of the room, curtains drawn around the walls, as if the room were shrouded in softness.

  “Come in,” Damera purred, drawing Greta in. Greta’s heart pounded, a lump in her throat silencing her. The empress led Greta towards the waiting bed and gently stroked her shoulder. Like water, Greta’s clothes sloughed away, leaving her ample curves on full display, garbed in nothing but a blush so hot it made her head spin.

  “Beautiful,” Damera said, stroking Greta’s shoulder. “Are you mine, my dear Greta?”

  Greta nodded. Without a word she slowly sank to her knees, bowing as if she were about to be knighted. “Oh my empress,” Greta said softly, breathlessly, burning as if with a fever. “I will serve you all my life. Everything I do will be for you. You’re just so lovely. So wonderful. I… I love you…”

  The empress smiled. Not cruelly. Not wickedly. But with pleasure. Pleasure to see how eagerly Greta would serve her. How deep her loyalty went. The empress brushed aside her gown, the front parting, baring her puffy slit. “Swear your loyalty, my champion.”

  Greta’s heart soared. It felt so perfect. So right to crawl towards her empress. To lean in and plant a delicate kiss on her sweet folds. To slide her tongue up the empress’s cunny and taste her dewy juices. Sweeter and more intoxicating than even the wine she drank.

  “Oh my empress,” Greta moaned, grasping Damera’s hips. “I love you, my empress. I will serve you. I will obey you. I will make your reign the greatest in all of Istanov’s history. My empress. My beloved,” Greta breathed, inhaling Damera’s wonderful scent, her tongue delving into the royal’s cunny, searching for that wonderful bead.

  “Mmmm,” Damera moaned as Greta found the empress’s clit. Adoringly she lapped at that pleasured nub, waves of hot and cold pleasure washing through her as Damera gasped and hips twitched. Greta shuddered in delight at pleasuring her empress. At letting her tongue slide up and down that sweet slit, her hot breath washing over Damera’s groin, her lips locked in an adoring kiss to that pleasure engorged slit.

  “Yesss,” Damera moaned, grasping Greta’s head, pushing her harder against her cunt. “That’s it. Ah. My servant. My sweet Greta. Lick me. Right nnn… there. Oh yes. Gods yes. Greta. Greta I’m so close. I’m almost… I’m… ahhhhhh!”

  Damera’s cry shot through Greta in a flash of pleasure. The young noble moaned as Damera’s cunny shuddered, her juices spurting into her mouth. Eagerly Greta lapped and licked it all up, relishing the taste and her submission to the wonderful, powerful, magnificent woman above her.

  Panting, Damera pulled Greta’s face from her cunt. Greta rose at the slight pressure on her face, climbed to her feet and face to face with the empress. They stared into one another’s eyes, and then their lips were locked in a kiss.

  “Mmmm,” Greta keened, surrendering to the wonderful experience of their embrace. Damera turned them about and together they fell into the soft embrace of the bed. Their breasts mashed together, their curves rubbing against one another as they lost themselves in the sensation of the kiss and each other’s bodies.

  With a gasp Damera broke the kiss, rising to straddle Greta’s waist. Flushing, lips buzzing from the force of that kiss and the taste of the lips of her empress, Greta stared raptly up at the beauty above her, still garbed in the trappings of royalty, while Greta lay naked, exposed, helpless beneath that magnificence.

  And how right if felt to lie beneath that woman. That queen. That heavenly creature that had at last been recognized by all for what she was. For what she was worthy of. Blonde hair flaring about her head like a golden halo. Cheeks brushed with pink, eyes bright with wisdom and intelligence that had enthralled Greta in their correspondence and rare meetings. How she adored this woman. How she loved her. Loved her so passionately she would face hell itself for a smile. A caress. A word of affection.

  “Oh, my empress,” Greta gasped. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too, Greta,” Damera murmured in her dreams.

  Greta flushed even harder. She hid her face behind her hands. “Oh gods. M-my empress… you… you shouldn’t s-say that. You’re destined… you’ll marry some prince and I… I…”

  “Shh,” Damera hushed, pulling Greta’s hands away, forcing Greta to look into those compassionate eyes, filled with love for the young noble. “How could I not love you, Greta? After all you’ve done for me? After delivering me the key to saving Istanov and our kingdom from the monster horde? Hush,” she said again, leaning down, capturing one of Greta’s shapely curves in a hungry han
d. “Hush, my love.”

  And they were kissing again. Moving against each other. Greta curled beneath the gentle scratch of her empress’s nails. Moaned and ground her muff against Damera’s thighs, feeling her empress’s pussy rub against her leg, slickening her with those wonderful juices. Her hands stroked and wandered over Damera’s hot flesh, and wherever they moved Damera’s clothes fell away. Away until both were naked. Panting. Locked in each other’s desperate touch as they fucked and gasped and moaned in unequalled pleasure. Yes. Yes, this was it. This was what she’d always imagined it would be like. Magical and wonderful and an ecstasy like no other she could dream of.

  “Yesss!” Greta cried out, rubbing herself more frantically against the shapely blonde, driving herself towards that wonderful peak. “Oh gods! Yes! Yes! My empress! My empressssss!”

  With a scream of utter pleasure she came, her orgasm more intense than anything she’d known before. She threw back her head, keening as her hips trembled with the force of her climax, her breasts molded in the hands of her beloved, her very soul crying out with love for the woman above her.

  Damera gasped with her, long lashes lidding her eyes as she stiffened with her own orgasm. The scent of sex and desire and sweat mingling in a wonderful haze of hot sensation and adoration.

  “Oh, my empress. My… my empress. P-please. Please, let me… let me kiss your ass.”

  Damera looked down at the flushed and panting brunette with amusement. “Oh my sweet Greta. Always were one to be on the bottom.”

  Greta giggled nervously. “Ohh. I am, my empress. But I just… You’re so perfect. I just n-need to serve you.”

  Damera stroked Greta’s cheek. “Of course, Greta. You may serve me as much as you like.”

  Greta panted as Damera slowly stood and stepped over her. The young brunette stared raptly at the curvy frame of her empress towering above her. Flawless pale skin muscled and toned, yet her curves so soft and pliant. Damera smirked down at her, then turned around, and slowly lowered herself.

  Greta moaned as those flawless cheeks descended around her face, surrounding her in darkness and the earthy scent of her empress’s ass. She moaned with delight at the subservience of her position. Her fingers sank deep into Damera’s plush bottom, her tongue delving into that dark star, tasting the spot no other had ever known.

  “Ohhhh yessss,” Damera moaned, grinding her ass down atop Greta’s face. “That’s it! Lick your empress’s ass out. Mnnn. Just like that. Good girl! Oh yes! Yes Greta! Show your empress your love. Show her your obedience!”

  Greta could only moan, lost in the delight of her submission. Her humiliation. It was all too good. It was all too perfect!

  “Yes! Greta! Oh gods, sweet Greta. I… I’m… mnnnn!”

  Damera’s soft ass tightened around Greta’s face, smothering her as the empress came, her shuddering climax surrounding Greta in a haze of wonderful submission. She moaned adoringly, hips bucking.

  Damera suddenly lifted her ass from Greta’s face, the young brunette gasping moments before her empress’s cunt descended. She knew what was expected of her. Without a moment’s hesitation she resumed her loving tonguing of Damera’s quim, hips bucking with a gasp when she felt Damera lie down atop her and bury those royal lips against her own slick cunt.

  Greta sank into the haze of mutual pleasure, losing track of time and herself. Only focusing on the pliant pleasures she and her beloved enjoyed. But like all dreams, the sensations began to fade. That strange, carnal reality bleeding away as she woke slowly to the insistent shaking of her shoulder.

  “Wo-man! Wo-man! Something happen!”

  “Mmm.”

  Greta swatted away the gertling’s hand as she sat up, wiping the sleep from the corners of her eyes. A low grinding sound reached her ears, startling her to full wakefulness. Greta’s head snapped up, watching in surprise as the door at the end of the passage slowly began to open, the moons marked above it shifting to the new positions. Greta brightened, climbing eagerly to her feet as the glow of her spell fell on the darkness of the next passage.

  “Excellent,” Greta breathed. She hastily stuffed her bedroll back into her bag and shook the last lingering weight of her nap away. “Coming, Dinni?”

  “Me come,” the gertling said, pattering after her. Greta hurried in and through the waiting doorway, and as she did so, she couldn’t help but notice a slickness between her thighs. A reminder of a dream she might soon enough make reality.

  The Serpent Kings

  The room they entered was a grim thing, even by the standards of what they’d faced before. Towering statues of stone serpents filled the two walls, their coils winding around in piles, their heads rearing above the room while ruby eyes flashed in the dim light of Greta’s spell. Long stone slabs lined the floor, pots filling the space between them.

  The air within was oppressive, and Greta glanced at those stone slabs suspiciously as she and the gertling moved towards the far end of the room. Here another door lay, sealed tight with a twisting lock in the shape of an ouroboros.

  Greta stopped before the door. She tapped her chin, scrutinizing it thoughtfully.

  “Me no like this place,” Dinni whimpered, shuffling closer to her.

  “Stop whining,” Greta muttered. She reached out and carefully touched the door. “Let’s see. Ah,” she murmured, her fingers sliding along the scaly stone and at last finding the two holes the twining serpents wrapped about. “There we are. It’s a small lock. Gonna have to… shit,” she said, her hands too large to fit through the hole. “It won’t…”

  She glanced back at the gertling, who cocked his head in confusion. “What?”

  “Dinni? Stick your hands in these. There’s a locking mechanism inside. You’ll have to hold it down and it should unseal itself.”

  “What!” the gertling yelped. “No! Me not know what happens! Me not want hurt!”

  “Let’s not forget just who has the power here, Dinni,” Greta growled, raising her hand and giving the air a light squeeze.

  The gertling gasped as he felt that shadow collar tighten around his throat. “N-no fair!” the gertling whined.

  “Whoever said anything about fairness?” Greta answered, giving her hand another light twitch, the collar tensing around the gertling’s throat. “But fine,” she said, opening her fingers, releasing the gertling from the stranglehold of her spell. “Do this, and I’ll… hm… I’ll jerk you off. How about that?”

  Dinni rubbed his neck, inhaling deeply. He looked up at the domineering woman before him. “…Can me maybe fuck tits?” the gertling said.

  “What do I look like? A merchant! We’re not haggling over a loaf of bread here,” Greta said sharply. “You should be thankful I’m even offering to touch your warty little cock. Now get to it.”

  Grumbling to himself, Dinni slouched towards the waiting wall. Unable to watch, he turned away his head as he delicately fit his trembling arms into the slots. He felt around within, finally finding a pair of handles. Reluctantly, the gertling grasped them and turned them.

  “Eeeee!” the gertling squealed as, with a grind of stone, the serpents began to cycle, sliding against each other slowly.

  “Quit complaining. It’s working out fine,” Greta said.

  The boom of stone silenced her.

  Greta turned about, her eyes widening as the slabs along the walls shifted and fell aside. She gaped as an arm wrapped in thick, winding bandages grasped the side of the coffin and slowly pulled its owner up.

  Slim limbs were draped with ancient bangles and jewels and chokers. Tattered wrappings hung from the mummy like strips of yellowed flesh. A crown flared around a wedge-shaped head like a cobra’s hood. As Greta watched, the wrappings about the head strained, then snapped. Yellowed fangs filled a rotting maw, a low, ragged hiss rising from the creature’s throat.

  More thuds followed, and Greta looked about to see every sarcophagus open. More of the rotting, serpentine mummies rose from them, clawed hands agleam with forg
otten treasures and talons of gold and jewels.

  “Oh gods,” Greta breathed, taking a step back, her eyes widening in awe as the ancient kings pulled themselves out of their tombs and began to shamble towards her. History come alive in the most literal manner. “This is incredible!”

  “Eeeeee!”

  Greta jumped out of her reverie at the gertling’s cry. The stunted monster was staring at the shambling corpses with horror, his eyes so wide they looked like they might pop from his skull.

  “What they! Me no want die!”

  “H-hey! Keep your hands in the lock. Oh, damn it all,” Greta cursed, rounding back to the mummified kings. She grit her teeth in frustration. To think of all the knowledge that the corpses before her might possess, to say nothing of the artifacts that dangled from their bandaged forms. A literal treasure trove of archaeological wonder.

  But… the empress needed her.

  “Ohhhh. I’m going to hate myself for this later,” Greta moaned as she raised her arms. Words of magic poured from her lips, power crackling from her fingers as she quickly wove the signs. Fire surged into her palms, rolling in an inferno of her will. She cast forward her hand, a single word of power snapping through the air.

  Tongues of flame surged forward, licking hungrily for the bandaged figures.

  It had been a very long time since flame had come to those depths. The first mummy went up like a torch, fire racing up the dry bandages and consuming it in a sudden blaze. The mummy stumbled into its neighbour, putting that one alight as well.

  Like wildfire it spread to the others in the shambling ranks. Greta bit her lip in despair at the history she was watching go up in quite literal smoke.

  She coughed, fanning her hand before her face to disperse some of the incense laden smoke. Already the flames were beginning to die down, and as they did, reveal just what she had done. Where once the kings of a lost empire stood, there now were only smoke-stained cloth and blackened reptilian bone. Her heart clenched with pain as she watched those priceless treasures crumble to dust before her in a series of neat piles.