Thread: Demon Queen

Or An excuse to write about high fantasy gangbangs, ritualistic public noncon in pillories, and mind control. Consider this a warning, if any of that seems like it might be a trigger. If you want more details, feel free to PM me. Part One In the two hundred and seventh year of the reign of King Ulric, in the early days of spring, a plague fell upon the kingdom. It struck down people in the prime of life, rendering them inert with shaking limbs, fever, and fainting spells. Worse still, it did not outright kill its victims, but rather left them, too weak to stand, to die of thirst and hunger in their own filth- or the become a burden to families which needed the labor in order to planet their crops. King Ulric gathered those of his advisors together who had been unaffected, in an attempt to find a solution to their problem. They talked and they talked and they talked, until finally there were no more words to be said. No one had any idea what the solution was, but no one wanted to say as much, so they sat in silence, studying one another. Just then there was the sound of winds blowing, and shutters clanging, and someone laughing. The fire crackled, its low orange flames growing higher and higher, and it turned a bright purple. From out of the hearth stepped a woman- or at least, something shaped like a woman. Her skin was a dark violet, so dark that she appeared to be as black as a moonless midwinter night. Her eyes, lips, and hair were a luminescent silver, and her ears swept up to a point well above her head. She was clothed entirely in silver sturdy boots, thick trousers, and a gossamer-thin tunic which did nothing to disguise her large, firm breasts, or the peak of her nipples. I know how to cure the plague, she said, uncaring of the way the Kings guards had brought their halberds to bear at her. She smiled, showing off her pointy teeth. But it will cost you. A great, disquieting murmur arose from the Kings advisors, and the captain of the guard moved towards her. With one wave of her clawed hand his halberd melted, hissing against the cool stones. What cost? The king asked. The rest of the room fell silent as the woman turned towards him. Women, of course, she replied. Both for me, and for the beast you must capture for the plagues cure. To what end? For me? I require ladies-in-waiting, is a good word to use here. And your daughter Melissandre, must be one of them. The other, I will choose from among the women you deem suitable to sacrifice to the cause of healing the plague. Sacrifice? gasped Duke Ythir. King Ulric held up his hand, and once again the room fell silent. What kind of sacrifice? he asked. The kind which cures your ills, and will likely leave your women alive, if unlikely to wed. More than that, I will not say, she snapped her fingers, and the molten steel from the captains halberd rose off the floor, solidifying into a dagger. The woman plucked it from the air, and cut a line across her palm. Her blood was as silver as her eyes. Unless, of course, we have a deal. She held out the dagger, and her bloody hand, palm up in offering. King Ulric stared at her for a long moment, considering. What is your name? You may call me Jahi, she replied. Very well then. He took the dagger. I swear to give you all that is necessary for ending the plague, including your stated fee. He cut a line down his palm, identical to hers. Jahi laughed as she pressed their hands together, their blood mingling. And I swear to give you the means to cure your people, and take no more than I have already stated. King Ulric let out a hiss as smoke began to rise from their palms. When the demon- for surely that was what she was- finally let him go, all could see a silvery burn scare on his palm where he had cut it. Now gentlemen, Jahi said, leaning against the Kings chair. About that sacrifice