“The Fall of the Witch Queen
By Draven Mesmer
Chapter One
I woke up from a good dream that my morning wood did not want to leave. Then the smell of blood and death hit my nostrils. I bolted awake as I deduced that something was wrong with the waking world.
“Bleh!” I said, bending up to a sitting position.
I looked at my surroundings. I was on a large field proliferated with thousands of dead men and their steeds. It seemed to me that two large armies had a grand old time killing each other. I went from sleepy to get me the fuck out of here real quick.
“Easy lad, easy, don’t move,” A knight in blood-soaked armor said.
I looked up at him. He was an old man with a bald head and mostly grey moustache. He only had a few black hairs remaining, but judging by his height and shoulders, he was not a man to disobey lightly. His armor was painted blue and gold and probably looked real ceremonial when he wasn’t using it. He looked at me with a wary kindness.
“Who the fuck are you?” I said, reaching for a nearby sword in the mud.
“Don’t” The knight said, coldly.
I froze. His sword was holstered but he rested one hand on it. I’m sitting here in the mud while he towers over me. He could probably unsheathe his blade faster than I can pull a sword from the mud. Also, he looks like he belongs out here and I’m just some carpenter.
“Okay, WHERE the fuck am I?” I said.
“You are at the Fields of Debauchery not far from the Black Citadel. This is the heart of the Witch Queen’s realm. The battle is lost, soldier. Yield,” The knight said.
“Heh heh, I don’t know what any of that means,” I said, laughing nervously.
The old knight’s face softened. He looked at me with pity. He got down on one knee to look me in the eye. He smiled at me like he was father winter or something.
“What’s the last thing you , lad?” The knight said.
I thought about it. I was out late drinking with the boys. I went home early because I had a Lord’s dinner table in the shop and I wanted to put some finishing touches on it before his steward came to pick it up on Monday. And then…
“I …there was a woman. She said a creepy man was following her. She asked me to walk her home safely. She was beautiful, so beautiful,” I said.
“Ah, you poor fool. You must have been one of the first,” The knight said, nodding.
“What?” I said, feeling my head spin.
“That woman was the Witch Queen or maybe one of her acolytes. You’ve been under her spell for a long time I’d wager,” The knight said, looking away from me.
“A spell? Ha! You’re joking, right?” I said, refusing to believe it.
The old knight just looked at me with the same look of wary kindness. I thought about that woman from last night again. Her long black hair. Her round supple breasts. The way her eyes looked at me like she would be just so grateful if I saved her from some pervert I never actually saw. The way she pulled me into her home insisting that she reward me with a single glass of wine for being so gallant on her behalf. Her warm mouth on my cock. That special herb she told me about if I wanted to fuck her a second or third time. Her pussy was so tight.
“I wanted to marry her,” I said, feeling my cock strain against my codpiece.
Oh shit, I’m wearing a suit of armor, aren’t I? Pretty nice one too. My armor had hundreds of interlocking plates that was made by a master blacksmith. It was painted black and had a purple spider on the breast plate. There were some scratch marks on it, but hardly a dent that I could see.
“Most do, lad. In a round about way, you kind of did. You were bound to her will, mind and body. She’s dead now. You are free at long last,” The old knight said.
“Dead?” I said, aghast.
“Indeed, her corpse was taken away by the priests. They will sow her up tight to prevent the escape of her dark spirit. She will not cheat death this time,” The old knight said, rising.
“How long?” I said, just staring at my black metal boots.
“Depends what year do you think it is?” The old knight said.
Me and the old man ran the numbers. We figured it had been 22 years since that fateful night, and I was now many miles from home. Unless he suddenly tells me that this was most epic jest ever, my life has been utterly stolen from me.
“Do you anything at all?” the old knight said.
Sex. Lots of sex. Sex and violence. Sometimes at the same time.
“Not much really, just a few hot flashes,” I said.
“Walk with me, lad. Let’s get that armor off you,” The old knight said, rising.
I stood up after he offered me his hand. Now that I was calming down. I noticed I had an empty sword scabbard. I looked around until I saw a gothic looking blade in a boy’s chest not far from where I fell. The sword had a purple stone in the hilt. His empty glassy eyes looked at me lifelessly.
“How could you do this to me?” He might have said, if corpses could talk.
“What’s your name, lad?” The old knight said.
“John. Yours?” I said.
“I am Sir Richard Everbright. Come this way, Sir Johnathan,” the old man said.
He led me to an encampment and encouraged me to take off my armor. They gave me a plain pair of pants with a white shirt to wear. They found a knife, a bullwhip, and four small throwing stars on my person. They took them all away from me. I looked around and noticed several other men wearing the purple spider were being stripped of armor and weapons. I saw one guy in black armor laying down face first with three arrows in his back.
“I’m not allowed to leave, am I?” I said.
“No, it should only be a few days. Two weeks at most,” Richard said.
I would have complained, but I was exhausted and apparently, I’m 40 years old now. It’s not like I had any money to stay at an inn anyway. Besides, they’re probably right to be cautious. Part of me still wants to see her body and see if I can save her with true love’s kiss. It might work. She was a living fairy tale as far as I could tell.
There were only three bathtubs and nearly 900 of us ‘Thrall Knights’ as they called us. We all had to change in front of each other, so I did it quickly out of shyness. I looked better than my Dad did at forty, so at least there’s that.
Actually, I looked pretty damn good. My forearms and biceps were huge. My stomach was rippling with defined ab muscles. Someone had tied my hair into fancy braids like a King. I might have looked like that one famous gladiator I saw in the capital city. I my sister had it bad for that crazy murder hobo. Huh, does she know I’m alive?
Me and the other thrall knights hung out in the tent for the rest of the day. They brought us some food and some cards to keep ourselves busy. Not much to do except set up a sleeping cot for the night. They made us gather around to listen to Sir Everbright in the evening.
“I know many of you are scared and confused. We know you did not do the things you did out of malice, but we do not know if you are safe to be released. Tomorrow morning, we will pull camp and march to the Libertalia. You will write letters to your loved ones which will be collected by the postmen on the following day. On the third day, we will begin precautionary exorcisms. It will not be pleasant for you, but perhaps you’ll sleep better knowing your head is free of cobwebs,” Sir Everbright said.
We all nodded in agreement. It sucks but it is what it is. In hell’s name, I wouldn’t want to see my family if there was some kind of dormant curse still upon me. Talking to the other prisoners, I learned that no one could really their time serving the Witch Queen, but most had at least heard of her. She was a mind controlling menace that ensnared the minds of millions.
As the sun went down, I tried to go to sleep, except I found myself wondering what year it will be next time I open my eyes. I had bad dreams that night. More hot flashes of all the people I’d hurt plagued me. I couldn’t any of their names. I don’t know if that makes it better or worse.
I pulled my itchy blanket over my head and sobbed. My life was gone. What little is left will be just going through the motions. No one will ever trust or respect the guy who fought for the villain who caused 20 years of war. What will I do with myself? I think I can still do carpentry, and yet I could already feel that it’s been a long time since I’ve used those skills. Are they still there? Will I ever be given a chance to find out?
I woke up at about midnight. Most of the prisoners were sleeping. The guy beside me was quietly jerking off beneath his blanket. I felt a fullness in my bladder that needed to be addressed immediately. The pressure is maddening. I had to clench my pee hole the whole way to not soil myself.
I went outside and found the first decent spot there was. I had to do a double take when I saw my manhood. My nether hairs have been shaved and in their place was a tattoo. It looked like a black bramble vine with thorns coiled into a spiral shape.
Also, there’s a golden ring around my balls, so I guess I’m not completely penniless after all. I tried to take the metal ring off, but it’s on too tight. Nevermind I guess.
“Hey, you! The latrine is over there!” A soldier in blue said loudly.
I look up to see four soldiers from the blue team. They pointed to the other side of the camp where 20 men are lined up around five outhouses.
“Sorry, that’s all the way over there, and I really had to go,” I said, making a desperate face.
“No excuses thrall knight, follow the rules,” The guardmen said.
“You should be good at that, zombie,” Another guard says.
The four men laughed at me. I’m too exhausted to even bother defending myself. I clench up and try to put my sausage back in my pants.
“Hey, what’s that you got there, zombie?” Guard number three said.
“Wait, why does this one have a ringggggggggg?” Guard number four said, his voice trailing off.
“Yeah, I can’t get it off. I thought we all had one?” I said, tilting my head to the side.
No one answered my question. The four of them just stared at my dick like a bunch of weirdos. Their faces started to go blank as their mouths hung open limply. I follow their gaze wondering why they can’t stop looking at my penis. It’s hard to tell in the dark, but I think the tattoo on my pelvis might be moving.
“It’s just a penis guys. We all got one,” I said.
“No, not like yours,” Guard number one said.
“Your cock is so big!” Guard number two said.
“and beautiful!” Guard number three said.
“Magnificent…” Guard number four said.
“What? What cruel jest is this?” I said, making a funny face.
The four men drop their spears and I have to step back to avoid catching the pointy end on my big toe. They get down on their knees and crawl the distance between us. I back up until my shoulders feel the canvas tent behind me.
“What are you doing?” I said.
“I’m going to suck that giant cock!” Guard number one said.
Well, this has never happened to me before. That’s not true. A few random memory flashes tell me that lots of men have sucked me off. This was unique only in that it was four them all at once this time.
I look up and see the edge of the camp. There’s a pile of dirt going all the way around the prison and then a steep ditch after that. Then just a few outward facing spikes before the edge of the forest. Freedom.
“Please let me taste it, Sir knight!” Guard number two says.
I look down. Two guys are licking my shaft from either side. A third guy is swallowing the tip, and the last guy is happily sucking my balls. My cock inflates and doubles in size. Then it doubles again. Once it’s twelve inches long, it keeps growing sideways until it’s a thick hard pole. I’ve always been more of a grower than a shower, but this just ridiculous!
“Okayyyyy let me rephrase that. WHY are you doing this?” I said.
“Damn, your dick is so much longer than mine.” Guard number one said.
“I need to taste this massive cock!’ Guard number two said.
“He’s so alpha!” Guard number three said.
“What a Chad!” Guard number four said.
The four men just keep on doing what their doing. This can’t be normal. I’m not a gay man. I mean, I didn’t used to be. Still, my body responds to the physical stimulation. I explode quickly and suddenly. The guy kissing the tip gets a big load of cum in his face.
“Yes, yes please!” He said, smiling ear to ear.
The beta boys get kind of rough after that. Each of them grabs my hard cock and points it at themselves like greedy whores. To my surprise, I am more than up to the task of glazing all four of them.
“Woah, hey gentle touch, gentle touch!” I said, as they manhandle my dick.
To my second surprise. I’m still hard as rock even after giving them each a big load that would have individually been impressive in my youth that feels like yesterday. The guardsmen look like they just finished a barrel of halfling leaf. The situation is so bizarre that I wonder if I accidentally took some too.
“Am I free to go?” I said.
“Yes, sir, you are free to go,” The guards all say in unison.
My massive cock is a bit of a bitch to get back in my pants. They were generic pants for men of any size although woefully unprepared to house a python that refuses to soften. I almost go back to my bed cot, but then I look at the forest one last time.
Do I really want to stick around here right now? They just told me I’m not like the others. What happens when the inquisition sees that golden band around my testicles? It must be worth a fortune. A bandit might cut my balls off to steal it.
I could just go. I get the impression that these sissy fags would agree to anything I want. Wait, why did I just call them that? That was rude, John. Do better.
“Don’t tell anyone I left,” I said.
“Yes, Sir knight, we shan’t tell anyone you left,” Guard number two said, licking his lips.
I walked to the trees. I went fast enough to make it quick but slow enough to be quiet. Once I hit the treeline, I started running.
To my surprise, I was far faster than I ever was a young man. I got a good headstart before I heard commotion behind me. There were dogs barking in the night. Shit how do I outrun dogs?
“You don’t, my monstrous pet, you find a river,” The Witch Queen said.
Right, she told me that, after we snuck into an Orc stronghold and brainwashed their warchief and medicine woman. I that now. Good MILF pussy too. I breathed through my nostrils which I should have been doing anyway. Someone big and strong told me that once. I changed course and headed downhill in a direction that smelled fresh.
The water was cold. Hoo boy was it ever cold. Where the hell am I? I’m pretty sure the Fields of Debauchery wasn’t on the map last time I looked at one. Whatever, it’s a tomorrow problem. I swam up stream against the current at a bit of an angle until I reached the other side. Then despite all my aches and pains, I kept running.
I found myself in a pleasant looking countryside. Sheep, horses, and cattle wandered about in the night apparently fearless of wolves. There were small but respectable houses every mile or along the road. I decided I just needed to steal a new pair of clothes and walk like I belong here. Nothing really gives me away except for the ring and tattoo.
I saw a clothesline, but they were all women’s clothes. Same at the second house I checked. There were male clothes at the third house, but a grumpy looking old man was just sitting on the front porch with a crossbow in his lap. Did he see me, or is he just doing that because he lives so close to an active warzone?
The fourth house had a single purple dress on its clothesline. That stood out to me. I don’t know why but something about it caught my interest. It meant something even though I’m not what that is.
I knocked on the front door. A woman in her thirties opened the door. She was beautiful for her age. She had black hair with a few barely noticeable strands of grey in it. She was wearing a lovely nightgown that blurred the line between pajamas and lingerie. She looked at me from my toes to my face and smiled warmly.
“Well, who is this big stallion knocking on my door so late at night. Should I be nervous?” She said in a playful tone.
“Not at all, Ma’am, I just fell in the river and was wondering if I could borrow some dry clothes, I don’t have much money, but I’ll work for them if you have anything that needs doing,” I said trying to sound like an obvious criminal.
“Oh, I might have something you can help me with. Come and warm up by my fire…Sir,” She said.
Her eyebrows wiggled a little bit when she said Sir. Does she know? Why would she help me if she knows I’m a Thrall Knight? Still the fireplace was right there, and I might legit collapse if I don’t get dry soon, those war hounds are still out there too.
I sat in one of the two chairs by the fire and breathed a sigh of relief as my skin dried out. The nice lady came back with a blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders. Did she just cop a feel? Then she came out with a pair of overalls and a white shirt that looked suitable for farm work. Not much, but it’ll do.
“T-t-thank you,” I said shivering.
“Don’t mention it, handsome, my husband won’t mind if you borrow those,” She said, sitting the other chair.
“Your husband? Is he?” I said, looking around.
“Gone. The freedom fighters drafted everyone between 15 and 50 those hypocrites,” She said.
“Oh well, well I pray for his safe return then,” I said.
“Thank you, I only married him after two Thrall Knights gave me two babies. I let him have one of his own because it felt rude not to,” She said.
“Oh, ha ha, those darn thrall knights. No honor I hear,” I said, pretending like I was caught up on recent events.
“Ha ha ha, honor is for the betas and cucks. We both know that, Sir,” She said, smiling.
I froze and looked at her sharply wondering if it was time to bail. She looked at me and pulled up her nightgown. I saw her pussy nice and soaking wet. She leaned back in her chair and I saw her butthole too, filthy and fuckable. My cock reported that it was ready for the main course.
“You offer yourself to me?” I said.
“How can I resist? You’re so alpha and I just know your genes are superior to my loser husband. Please let me see it, Sir knight,” She said.
“I shouldn’t,” I said, reaching my pants.
“Please? You promised you would do anything that needs doing,” She said, rubbing her cunt in slow circles.
I stood up and dropped my pants. I let the blanket fall backwards in the chair while I stroked my cock to it’s full twelve inches. There we were, just two people masturbating in front of each other. It knew it was wrong, but it felt so right. Her husband wasn’t here to guard his woman. He couldn’t even stop himself from getting drafted. He WAS a loser, and why should I hesitate to fuck a willing woman even if he wasn’t?
“What needs doing?” I said.
“Me,” She said, looking at my cock hopefully.
I grab her legs and push them apart. She gasped in surprise but not fear. I positioned my cock to her entrance and she looked at it with glassy blank eyes just like those four men did. I pushed my cock into her pussy and started pounding. I pressed my thumb against her clit like I knew exactly where to find it after two decades of serving the Mis- Witch Queen.
“Yes, yes, yes, use me! Shoot all your alpha cum inside me, Sir. Breed me! Breed me!” She said.
“You’ll let me put a baby in you and tell your husband he’s the father. You won’t tell anyone I was ever here. You’ll raise my heir like it’s your favorite child by far,” I said, almost growling.
“For the Witch Queen. For the Witch Queen, For the Witch Queen,” She said, eyes rolling in the back of her head.
“Yes!!!!” I said, feeling my climax hit hard and fast.
I paused as my cock started ejaculating, feeling the purest pleasure. Once my orgasm faded I realized I was still hard, so I just kept right on fucking her. The noises that made were gooey and sloppy.
Eventually we moved to the bedroom to start a second round. She rode me cowgirl. I’ve never seen a woman bounce and gyrate her hips so aggressively before. She only paused every now and then to squirt on my belly. She collapsed on top of me and fell asleep.
When I woke up later I felt her hand stroking my cock. She was beside me now in the spoon position. I wiggled in the bed closer to her and she inserted it in her own pussy again. I grabbed her tits from behind while gave her yet another dose of my cum.
“Harder!” She said.
“You fucking slut!” I said, almost growling.
“Yes, I’m a dirty horny slut! Harder!” She said.
I kept one hand on her left tit, but the other moved to her throat and started squeezing. If she wants it hard bad enough to ask twice, she’ll get exactly what she wished for then. I thought I was never coming back here anyway, except maybe once just to see if my daughter was hotter than the other three guys to breed this whore.
“Whose better me or your husband?” I said, pumping her pussy.
“You’re so much better than my husband! Even the thrall knights didn’t have a cock as big as yours!” She said, gasping for air.
“Is this the biggest fucking cock you’ve ever had, slut?” I said, partly curious but mostly just living in the moment.
“Yes, your cock is so fucking huge. I’ve never felt so full! Give it to me! Stretch my pussy, Sir!” She said.
“No, you suck that big fucking cock,” I said, releasing her neck.
“Yes, Sir!” She said, immediately jumping to her task.
I relaxed and intertwined my fingers behind my head. My stomach was pretty sore after so much fucking. She got on her knees and started bobbing her head up and down on my cock. She looked at me like I was her whole world. Occasionally I felt her fingers cradling my balls, and her finger ran along the edge of that golden cock ring.
“Ohhhh yeah!!!” I said, cumming yet again.
She tried to keep sucking my cock coughing and gagging the whole way. When she finally came up for air she showed me all the cum in her mouth before swallowing. What a good little cock sucker she was.
“Thank you,” I said, in genuine appreciation for her skills.
“Don’t mention it, my knight. You deserve it for being so wonderful, Sir!” She said.
As if to make a point, she kissed the tip of my cock and rubbed the shaft all over her face. Then she tucked in beside me and pressed herself into me as she fell asleep.