Mature Satire. Reader Discretion Advised. 18+
Sting gazed into his telescope from his bed chambers. Several hundred feet down a fair maiden was waiting in front of the draw bridge of the kingdom. His eyes locked onto her voluptuous breasts that were squeezing out of the top of her tight purple dress. There was a mole atop the right one, accenting its already attractive shape. She looked distressed. Her fine black eyebrows were furrowed, and her long black hair was a bit messy from the long journey. There was a strand of purple dye in her hair that was making the king hot. It was so uncommon for women to color their hair in the kingdom. Ironically, it was the king who implemented a law prohibiting women from doing so. Natural’s just better, he always said. But this purple strand of hair was exotic, and it tickled his fancy.
He concentrated his focus on her eyes through the circular frame of the telescope. They were green! The king was bothered, in a confusing yet arousing way. It was so rare for a woman in the land to have green eyes, and hers were like emeralds sparkling underneath the dull grey skies above. Behind her was a wagon filled with luggage, and her servants were standing close by. One was a skinny and frail looking man with a weasel face and a friar’s haircut. The other was a burly woman with dark, auburn hair. They both wore purple.
“Mmmmm” the king grumbled in his throat. He was growing aroused the longer he looked at the maiden. He licked his lips, then smacked them, growing excited and restless.
“She’s an assassin,” a voice said behind him.
The king was annoyed at this interruption and remained staring at her.
“Did you hear me, Sting? The woman is an assassin, for crying out loud!” The assertive yet intelligent voice said again. Finally, the king’s excitement dropped. The man speaking was his closest advisor, and his best friend. The king swirled around and faced the group that was standing behind him. A stiff protruding erection was stretching his boxers. But the king had no shame, he was the most powerful man in all the land. Gauhn, his friend and advisor, was adorned in beautiful red and gold robes. He had a bald head, no facial hair, and grey beady eyes. He was also a eunuch from childhood.
They stood in Sting’s bed chambers; a large, circular room with walls adorned in weapons, torches, and paintings of either women, war, or both. The ceiling was so tall you saw black before you saw the top. King Sting was a stout, towering man, with muscles like mountains. He stood there in his small silk boxers, wearing only his red silk robe and slippers to match. His thick blonde locks shined like gold, his blue eyes were like the cold ocean waters, he had a chin that was chiseled and adorned with an deep cleft, and no matter the reason, he always wore the most intense, sympathetic look upon his face.
“Do not speak to me like I am an ignorant child, and cannot tell an assassin when I see one! I’ve killed hundreds of assassins in my lifetime. Don’t you think I know an assassin when I see one? Just yesterday, I went to a known assassin den, and slaughtered nine of them on my way back home from walking Poacher. So, I think I would know if this beautiful, attractive woman wanted to kill me, Gauhn.” The king argued in his roaring, confident voice. Poacher was Sting’s pet tiger.
“Our spies have confirmed it, just before she arrived this morning. They’ve seen her inside the temple quarters of the Shrewds. Our spies have been embedded there for years, as you know, carefully maneuvering themselves within the temple ranks. Our most loyal spy, Andas, become an apprentice to one of the high priests. He has personally seen her in the Temples, taking orders from the priests to kill you.” Gauhn explained.
The king looked at Gauhn like a frustrated child. His erection was slowly going down.
“How can we be so sure our spies have not been compromised?” The king retorted. Gauhn rolled his eyes. Standing beside him were the four spies themselves, exhausted and very humble. Gauhn advised Andas to speak, and so Andas stepped forward. He was an average looking man with a shaved head and short beard, holding his hands and looking down to the ground.
“Your highest, I have endured sufferings unimaginable to acquire this information for you. On multiple occasions I have had to sleep with the priest, performing sexual acts, bestiality, and public ridicule before the other temple priests. But every day I knew it was for a greater cause, a most noble one, for there is none mightier than King Sting.” Andas spoke before stepping back to his place.
Gauhn added, “Must I also remind you that Andas has been our most expert spy for a decade? He served us in the War of Skins, winning us information that helped us secure the Penchent Pass, the most valuable trade highway in the land? Not to mention he is your cousin on your mother’s side.”
The king looked away, recalling these facts and gaining back his senses the longer he went without seeing the woman below. He nodded.
“Fine. There is no doubt Andas is a trusted and valuable source. Reward him, 2 virgins from the School of Pleasure…ugh—just the uglier ones though, Gauhn, you know which ones I’m talking about.” The king uttered, staring into Gauhn’s eyes, careful to specify what he meant.
“Thank you great and high king, you are too generous. But the truth is, I am…” Andas began to say, but Gauhn quickly slapped Andas with the back of his hand. Andas made a whimpering sound before he covered his face with his hands.
“You do not speak in the king’s presence until you have been addressed to do so.” Gauhn said in a collective manner. “Now, how would you have the king reward you?”
Andas said through his hands, still covering his right eye from the slap. “I would prefer a man, sir…”’
“Very well then, give him a slave from the stables to be his prize, if that is what he wishes. As for the others, they shall have the kings badge for one months’ time. Whatever they want, it is theirs. See to it, will you Gauhn?” The king often gave prizes to his warriors without specification of what they actually meant.
The other three spies were very gracious. The king paced for a while, unsure of how to handle the situation. Gauhn and the spies remained where they were, in silence. The king turned quickly around and peeked through the telescope once again, unable to control himself. His eyes were on the fair maiden once more, and the sight of her instantly brought his erection back to full mast.
“Let her through. Kill the others.” The king stated.
“King, you are making a very unwise decision. We know without a doubt she wishes to seduce, and then kill you! We should put her to death and send her back to the temples dismembered and void of her entrails. Like we always do.” Gauhn said.
“Gauhn, you must think I want to sleep with this woman, is that it?” The king said while still mesmerized on her breasts through the circular frame of the telescope. Her dress was hugging her curves like a glove, and it was driving the king crazy. He turned around to face Gauhn. “That’s what you think, isn’t it? That I want to have sex with this strange, sexy woman? Hahah.. hahah… aahahahaha!” The king’s laughter was forced, and far from genuine. He stopped laughing and put his hands at his waste. His erection, however, told of a different truth. “Think about it. She’s been inside temples; she knows things about the priests and their plans that will be valuable to us. We go to war in three months, Gauhn. I wish to finally finish these perverted priests once and for all.” The king stated.
Gauhn, exhausted form the kings stubborn and idiotic logic, had no choice but to consent.
“Fine, your highness, but if your idea is to solicit information from her, we’d better not kill her company. And you might want to consider what your concubines will think once they discover you’ve knowingly admitted a strange Shrewd woman into your bedchambers. They might not have you anymore.” Gauhn warned.
The kings smug face quickly turned to worry. He had over 3000 sexually desirable women at his disposal, all of them he knew by name, even having unique pet names for most. Each year there was a constant rotation of about 20 new women in, and 20 women out. Usually by the age of 24 they were relieved of their duties and were married to one of Sting’s warriors. The women coming out of his servitude were the most desirable in all the kingdom because of their experience in the Hall of Pleasures, the place where they lived and trained in giving sexual pleasure.
“I am not interested in sleeping with this maiden, or seeing her amazing, delectable, naked body…err… I do not want to remove her clothes, view her gorgeous physic inch by inch…*cough…. Listen to me Gauhn, I do not want to take sweet pleasure in inserting myself inside of her… Ah damnit!... Look, just get that out of your head, okay? Now, admit her into the kingdom, and let her into the palace quarters. Call the official guard, this is to be a ceremony of great victory. For tonight, we have an assassin in our presence! We will celebrate! We will party! We will feast! And we will kick the rolling heads of our treacherous foes, whose power lies only in their sniveling ways of deceit!” The king erupted. “Emptree, play song four!”
A small group of dwarves had been sitting off to the side of his bedchamber, reading magazines and eavesdropping on the conversation. But they quickly got to attention, each ceasing their own unique instrument at the king’s request. The drummer hit his sticks together, and they all began to play a high tempo song with many unique sounds. There were at least seven musicians playing their instruments. The king slowly started to dance. He moved his large, muscular body to the rhythm of the music. Gauhn and the four spies also began to dance, and the twelve armored guards who were in the den with them all started dancing as well.
The kings pet falcon screeched, and flew from his perch and out of the window, soaring high over the vast and lush kingdom. It landed next to a man on the highest tower, who was kicking a sack filled with sand between each of his feet. When he saw the falcon, he knew exactly what to do. Springing to attention he banged the large drum that was atop the tower, four times. There were several moments of silence, before all the kingdom slowly filled with music. There were numerous bands placed in the kingdom that all began playing the same song. Every man, woman, and child who heard the music began to dance, dropping what they were previously doing and moving their bodies to the music.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about, get it Gauhn, get it Gauhn…” Sting said, observing the new moves Gauhn was busting out. One of them was the chicken. The king tried to mimic him, before giving up and doing his own thing. “…look Gauhn, look everybody, look at this move I’m about to do!” The king slowly lowered himself to his knees, and started making a motion with his hands and face as if he was fondling boobs and motor boating them.
“Ohh, oh yeah that’s the new one right there!” one of the spies said, and soon everyone was doing the same move as the king. During these dance sessions was the only time rank, authority, and class did not matter in the kingdom. Everyone just simply danced as equals. It was the only rule in the kingdom, and there were no exceptions. If you weren’t using the toilet or making love, and you did not dance, you would be politely asked to leave the kingdom, until you could demonstrate that you had no more shame to dance in public with everyone else. Sting, while being a demi-god of war and love, was known by his people as the Party King.
After the song was over, and then another one, the king’s bedchambers became empty after everybody dispersed, leaving just himself, his midget band, and his sole personal body guard—a masked, slender warrior who never spoke and was so well hidden in the shadows that the king often forgot of his presence. Gauhn appointed him as his bodyguard after he won the honor, killing several of the kingdoms best warriors with almost supernatural skills and a passion for the king that was second to none. Sting once asked him to remove the mask, and he quickly took his dagger and held it to his stomach, implying he would sooner kill himself first. Ever since, the king backed off. There was always something peculiar about the bodyguard that Sting could not come to terms with. He never heard his voice, or knew his name.
Sting turned and watched through his telescope as the draw bridge lowered and the maiden and her entourage walked across. He watched them carefully, re-thinking the words Gauhn spoke to him earlier—that she wanted to kill him. He took a deep breath in, and then let it out, almost in resolve over the matter. Then he moved the telescope to a far village outside the castle walls. It was the village he was born in, where he lived for nineteen years before he became king. But his mind was only ever on one thing whenever he stared at the village.
“Emay…” he whispered to himself. His heart burned and melted in his chest just hearing himself say her name, and a small tear rolled down his eye.
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“What is this all about?” A man spoke impatiently from the crowd that was gathering within the tall palace walls. All the ground was grass, and there were large flowing fountains, tall magnificent statues, and cluttered rose bushes lining the walls.
“The king is courting an outsider…heard she’s an assassin,” a man answered in a snarky tone.
“Where does that thick skulled deviant get off, calling the royal guard just to impress a woman?!” Another man complained, fidgeting with his poufy hat as he made his way to the front. The gossip was spreading amongst the growing audience.
“She’s from the Temples this one…so she’s probably a virgin…”
“He’s got plenty of those!”
“Yeah… but I heard this one’s got green eyes.”
“Green eyes? He’s gonna’ get himself killed over green eyes?”
“Can’t kill the king, yah dummy. Everybody knows that.”
“Hell, I once saw him kill a hundred ninjas with a sword through his stomach, and three arrows in his back, I did.”
“Once he led the cavalry on a charge while he was in a wheelchair after a bee stung him in the toe. I was on the ors’e behind him. Sword in one hand, and wheels in the other. Bee was still in his toe. Tough little bugga.”
“Well once he got swallowed by Teton, the last troll in the land, and then later on, he got pooped out in its cave… afterwards he killed that giant beast in its own den with his bare hands. And killed its babies too. And that’s why there ain’t no more giants in the land.”
“None of those stories are true. You dumb idiots! If you want a true story, I once saw the king get his head chopped off. And just when I thought it was over for him, I watched his hand grab his head by the hair, and he threw it... I tell yah, he threw his own head up over the other army we were fighting. I saw it fly through the air … and it landed right on the other king’s crotch, and Sting was biting that willy off until the other king ordered a full surrender, and that’s how we won the War of Skins.”
The horns sounded and all of the rumors and ridiculous stories ceased. At the top of the palace steps, fifty feet above everybody else, the king presented himself in fine clothing and one of his crowns. All of the bands in the kingdom played his entrance music, it was of course the most popular song on the top 40 list. Sting wasn’t all that original when it came to entrance music. All the people cheered in a shuddering celebration. His very presence made the other men’s buttholes clinch, and women always felt a rush between their thighs. Then the walls to his palace gates were opened, large walls made of stone and wood that were pulled by twelve men on each side. The fair maiden was so small as she walked through them with her wagon in tow. Whispers began to spread through the crowds as she and her company presented themselves before the king. Sting quieted everyone down to allow her to speak.
“My merciful and most powerful king. The stories about you are true. You are the most handsome and respected man in all the land. I am Lipsy, I come from the Shrewd temples, where I was trained for years to kill you. But the priests were so cruel to me! I hated every moment of servitude under them. Finally, I have escaped, and I want only to serve younow! I put myself at your will. Consider me your loyal servant.” The fair maiden said. Her voice was petite and smooth, almost as if she sung every word she said. The king felt a brief weakness inside himself. He wanted her! But he knew this would be a different kind of game. The king cleared his throat, as all the people listened.
“Lipsy, I am King Sting. While you are here you shall obey our rules. I will like to see your dance moves later this evening at the ball. The theme is… purple.” And at those words the king turned around and walked back into the palace, the music resumed at his exit and all the people began to leave the courtyard.
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“These are your…temporary chambers,” Gauhn said after taking the maiden and her company through the palace halls. The room was large and spacious, lit up by torches, with one giant bed and other sofas placed in different areas. “Perhaps it will be amusing to know that you are right next to the king, only 20 feet of stone are between your rooms,” Gauhn said with a slight smirk. He peered at the unusual group. “You can expect there to be two guards present with you always during your stay in this room.” Gauhn then turned around and nodded at the group of guards behind him. Two of them went and stood in opposite parts of the room. “If there is anything you need, release the pigeon from its cage, and a servant will be with you shortly.” Gauhn nodded to the corner of the room where there was a white pigeon in a silver birdcage. Without another word he left the room with the rest of the guards that always accompanied him.
Lipsy and her servants were quiet and cautious with the presence of the guards there. But eventually the guards blended in with the room, remaining motionless behind their armor, and the guests forgot about them being there. The group began to unpack their bags and explore the room. The weasel faced man put his ear up to the stone wall.
“You hear that?” He said. Lipsy and the burly woman stopped unpacking to listen in. Then they too put their ears up to the wall, and quietly listened.
“It sounds like…” Lipsy began to say.
“Like their having sex!” The burly woman finished in a raspy voice.
Indeed, the king was ravishing four women at that very time, his usual “pre-meal” love session.
“I thought that man said there was 20 feet of stone between us.” Lipsy said, somewhat confused.
“Can’t be,” The other woman admitted, still listening eagerly.
After a while they all tried to go back to what they were doing. Though, none of them could completely ignore what they were hearing. The moans were so numerous, then there were even slapping sounds now! The king could be heard roaring with pleasure, though it was all muffled. One of the girls started getting louder.
“Oh, oh, yeah, ahh, yeah, don’t stop…. Ahh, oh yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah, AH AHHHHHHHHH! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH! OH MY! AIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHIHIH!”
“YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” The king proclaimed. There was a short silence, before there was a muffled, “Okay, your turn.” And it all started again.
The love session lasted for two hours. After getting completely dressed and ready, Lipsy and her company were left sitting around the room, with nothing else to do but listen. They were all so deep in their thought, staring in different directions, that they didn’t even notice when it had stopped. Gauhn returned to them, with his usual escort of 12 guards behind him.
“Okay, it is time,” he said with a smirk on his face. He knew what he had done, having full awareness of how sound carries through the small ventilation system between the rooms. It is the same room Gauhn puts foreign dignitaries in when they come to do diplomacy with the king.
Lipsy and the others followed Gauhn for a long way before they reached the dining hall. The ceilings were so tall that numerous falcons were able to fly from lamp to lamp. Their screeches were heard over the music playing. The lamps hung by thick chains and were holding burning torches. Lipsy was seated in the center of the table, while her servants were taken to another part. She wore a different purple gown that wrapped around her curvaceous body snuggly. At the table sat the most noble and dignified people in the entire kingdom. Personal friends of the king. Not those, talk behind your back, work less while appearing to deserve more kind of friends. These were his real friends. Having proved their loyalty and earning their place. On top of that there were over two hundred of the king’s personal guard lining the walls, appearing more like decorations in their black armor and purple capes. The servants were all wearing vibrant purple outfits and busily moving food and drinks around. There were violet decorations everywhere, and purple flower petals all upon the humungous table. After awkwardly looking around the table, Lipsy realized she was sitting in front of the king himself! About four feet across from her he sat. She blushed upon realizing this. Everything seemed to be happening so fast.
“Hello, Lipsy. You look loveliest of all this evening,” The king said with a charming smile on his face, before taking a drink from his gauntlet. He looked so refreshed, so energized! He was wearing a black, sleeveless vest, with a purple scarf. She couldn’t believe this was the same man who she heard making love for hours just a few moments earlier. No one else paid attention to the king or Lipsy as they spoke amongst themselves. A familiar white noise of so many different people talking at the same time. It was as if the two were entirely alone together. But truthfully, all were keeping a careful eye and ear on Lipsy’s every move and sound. Lipsy knew she had to be careful now. If she gave even the slightest impression that she was false, they would surely have her killed. She looked down the long table, and then to the other side.
Her vision was becoming blurry the more she sat so close to the king. She couldn’t help from feeling something new, like she just woken up from a dull dream and into a wonderful new world! She had to have him! She felt completely disarmed around him. Sting smiled, looked deep into her eyes, and seemed to control the very atmosphere she existed in. She began to feel a throbbing between her legs, and then, pleasure! Actual physical pleasure! Right there in that moment, it was like nothing she had ever experienced before in her life! The room was blurry, all her other senses were put on mute as an intense rush of delight swept her up and gripped her entire body. She moaned right in her seat, her breathing became rapid and her heart pounded, her eyes closed as she felt she was being transported to another world! This was not part of the training! The priests had not prepared her for this! She was supposed to be the seducer; she was not supposed to be seduced!
Once it passed and all of her focus returned, her droopy eyes went back to the king.
“King Sting!” She cried, both excited and satisfied.
“Yes, what is it Lipsy, are you alright?” The king said, having noticed a change in her that made him concerned. It was a very seductive, sensual change.
“I need you! Please, take me away and love me like I’m one of your whores!” She spewed out, unable to resist herself. All of the hall became silent. Lipsy couldn’t believe the words she said, but she was in a trance, a hypnotic state of mind she had never been in before. She was unapologetic about it, staring into the eyes of Sting. If she experienced that kind of pleasure just being in his presence, then how much more if she actually made love to him!
The king looked at her with a serious gaze, and then abruptly stood out of his chair. Gauhn quickly appeared behind him, and the king turned to him.
“Send our plates to my chambers, Gauhn, with a bottle of wine. And before you say anything about it, remember who is king, I know what I’m doing.” Sting said sharply. He then walked away and disappeared. The music resumed and all the peoples chatter filled the room once more.
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Lipsy was being led somewhere blindfolded. She thought that she was going to be killed for what she said to the king. But then she stopped walking, and heard a door shut behind her. Her hands were not bound, so she reached for the blindfold and peeked under. It was pitch dark. Her heart was racing. She nervously removed the blindfold from off her face.
“Why are you here, Lipsy?” the kings suspicious voice echoed from all around.
“King. I will not lie to you. I was sent here to kill you, or at the very least corrupt your mind before the war season begins. The priests, they picked me out of all the girls because I was most beautiful, and I had green eyes! I did not want to do it, but they told me you were an evil man. A man who forces himself on whatever woman he wants, and uses his power in bad ways! I learned many things from them, how to give pleasure to men, how to kill, and how to appear and act so to make you crazy with lust!” Lipsy said, slowly moving forward in the darkness.
“So, you were sent here to kill me?” The king asked.
“No, king! I had never felt such a rush in my life just being next to you. I would never want to kill you. I only want to know what it is like to make love to you. Even if it is the last thing I do!” Lipsy confessed. She continued forward with small steps.
“Tell me what you know of the temples and the priest!” The king demanded.
“They have no army left that will stand against you! That is why they sent me. Their power wanes and they are getting desperate. Don’t you see. You’ve won. Once you kill the priests, the whole land will be yours! And there can be peace!” Lipsy cried.
Every four years there was a season of war, where all the nations went to war with each other, fighting over the most precious trade routes, land, and resources. King Sting, however, was an unstoppable killing machine whose army was loyal to a fault. Only by the priests religious brainwashing and fanaticism were they able to present an army willing to die in battle against him. And die they did.
“How are the priests always able to recruit such a following? It is always something I have wanted to know.” The king inquired.
“They believe in a goddess, Syliptres, and worship the very image of her. She comes into the soldiers dreams at night, once they chant the sacred prayer in devout service to her, and she makes loves to them, each one of them! They wake up with strength and vigor, and an undeniable belief in the priests. And it is said when one dies fighting for Syliptres, they will be eternally wed to her in the afterlife.” Lipsy continued to walk forward, her steps getting bigger, her innocence seeming to fade. Her confidence rising.
“Do you know why I have called you into my chambers, Lipsy?” The king asked.
“Yes. Because you are not an evil man! You will make love to me, and not withhold your man juice from my face! Please Sting! It is all I want!” Lipsy begged. There was a silence. She looked around the darkness.
“Oh, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” The king said, intrigued.
“Yes, I’m a naughty girl. I’m your naughty girl!” Lipsy said. She grew excited, sensing her chance was nearing. The darkness concealed her slow transformation.
“You want me to give it to you, don’t you?” The king asked.
“Yes! Yes! Give it to me, hard! The way I heard you give it to your whores earlier!” Lipsy replied. Her skin was turning from its soft, pale color, to dark grey. Her eyes were beginning to grow and change to yellow, and two slits replaced her pupils.
“I’m going to give it to you alright, you naughty girl! How do you want it?” The king asked in excitement.
“I want it in every way. Every way you can imagine giving it to me!” Lipsy cried. Her teeth were now sharp and sticking out of her enlarged mouth. Her whole face took the form of a monster reptile. Her hair turned into thick bristly wires with needle points. Scales were growing from her back and her once beautiful breasts turned into hardened deformed mounds oozing a glowing orange substance from her ironed nipples.
“Alright, I hope you’re ready for it. Because I don’t know if you’ve heard about me….”
“Oh, king. Enough talk, and just DO ME ALREADY!” She said. The last words were in a strange, evil growl. A large tail now whipped behind her, and she had grown several feet taller. She was no longer a woman, she was a reptilian monster! The goddess Syliptres herself, who the priests summoned from hell. She was a regular old succubus, one of Satan’s own.
“Well alright then, here we go…” The king said, and with the spark of two rocks he set fire to the stream of oil that sat in a trench along the top of this bedchambers. But when he saw what was inside his room, his butthole clinched.
“Ahh!!! What the fuck!” He screamed, standing in his red silk boxers, red silk robe, and red slippers, his usual “pre-sex” and “post-sex” attire.
Syliptres hissed and shot out orange venom from her nipples. The king leaped out of the way, and immediately scurried to hide behind his red loveseat.
“Come here King! MAKE LOVE TO ME!” Syliptres snarled. She leaped toward the loveseat and flung it to the other side of the room. The king, helpless by her extreme speed and agility, dangled from her claws, half naked.
“TIME TO SCREW!” Syliptres screamed as she opened up her mouth and her long tongue whipped around like a wild snake.
“Not so fast, bitch!” A female voice said. Syliptres turned and looked, and Sting also looked to where the voice came from.
Standing there before them was the kings personal bodyguard. The king, always forgetting about his bodyguard, was as ecstatic as a child. But also confused at the sound of his voice. He sounded like a woman!
The bodyguard took off her mask, revealing to Sting the image that had been burned into his continuous mind since his youth. A smooth delicate face with subtle features, but a hardened, determined look—it was his childhood sweetheart, who he though was gone from him forever.
“Emay…?” He said, confused and weak, almost ready to vomit from nostalgia and realizing how many women he’d had sex with while Emay was in the same room.
“That’s my man. So drop him, and let’s dance. Emptree, Song Four!” Emay ordered.
The midget band hurried to their feet and began playing the song. Syliptres dropped Sting and he scurried out of the way to huddle against the stone wall. Emay quickly reached behind her and took out two shining double headed battle axes. The two foes circled around the center of the bedchamber. Quickly Emay leaped forward into the air and came down on Syliptres with her axe.
Syliptres put her head down so that the axe merely collided into her thick wire hair, causing sparks the fly as it deflected off. Syliptres then swatted at Emay with her long vicious claws, tearing through her shirt and revealing her sexy and toned belly. Emay ducked and blocked the second swipe with her axe. She bent underneath one of the flaying arms and swung her axe into Syliptres’ leg. The axe went halfway through, forcing orange goo to ooze out. It sizzled once it touched the stone floor. The succubus cried in agony. Emay rolled out of the way and then quickly threw her other axe at the head of Syliptres. The beast, however, swatted it away and pulled the axe out of its leg, and threw it back at Emay. The axe spiraled through the air, slinging orange acidic blood everywhere. Emay slipped under the poisonous blade as she crouched down into the splits.
The king couldn’t keep his eyes off of Emay, and was suddenly becoming aroused. He had been in shock for a moment, both at the sight of the monster in his bedchambers, and seeing Emay again, after ten long heartbroken years. When he became King Sting, Emay was forced away from him by the old council, who saw her as a weakness for the king—a soft, vulnerable spot that could mean his demise. They needed the king to be devoted entirely to war, for they knew he was embedded with a precise skill to fight and wage it. They saw it as their chance to finally take over the other nations once and for all. Their plan worked, but after he gained the love and respect of his warriors and the people, Sting had the old council banished, and sought out his beloved Emay once again. She had disappeared, though, and Sting was in turmoil. That is when Gauhn began keeping Sting occupied and secure with plenty of concubines and mistresses to warm his bed and spirit, and protect him from succubus’s that would otherwise corrupt his dreams in the absence of his true heart’s desire. That is until the priests from Shrewd summoned the physical manifestation of one of the queens of hell through their dark magic. Syliptres! Emay, however, never left Sting, and from pure love and devotion to him she became the greatest warrior in the kingdom.
Emay leaped to the wall and grabbed a long spear, jumping back off while doing a backflip to avoid a blast of orange acid shot from Syliptres’ nipples. It sizzled on the wall. Emay moved so effortlessly. She spun the spear in her hands before striking her stance. The succubus made a quick attack, and Emay also ran towards her, planting her spear into the ground with its tip and making it a sturdy pole on which she used to leverage herself and give the beast a righteous kick in her ugly snout. The two stayed next to the pole and fought around it. Emay swiftly moved her body around the pole, using it to defends herself against Syliptres and also as a point of attack. She spun around the pole, flinging her legs up into the air while kicking Syliptres in her abdomen. She slid down, all the way to the ground, just in time to avoid Syliptres’ whipping tail. Her pants had become torn by another slash of Syliptres’s claw, revealing her sexy and smooth legs.
Emay swiped the beast’s feet from under it with a spinning kick, and Syliptres fell on its backside. Emay then stood up and ripped parts of her clothes off where they were already torn, revealing most of her legs and abdomen, and somehow her cleavage too. She then quickly redid her hair, putting it into a tight pony tail behind her head. When the beast tried to get up she leaped upon the pole, swinging around it and kicking it back to the ground.
When the king saw this he became even more excited. He hadn’t seen Emay for so long, and yet she was fiercer and hotter than he would have ever imagined! He never felt this way before in his life. Such excitement. Such hope. Such adrenaline! Emay gave him a quick glance, and smiled. Sting was mesmerized by watching her kick so much ass of a thing that scared the living shit out of him.
The music was still playing in the background, coming to an end of song four. But Emay had become too fixated on looking at the king for too long, and didn’t see Syliptris quickly get up and shoot orange acid at her, which struck her in the shoulder and leg, burning her skin. Emay screeched in pain and took several steps backward. The king watched the succubus make its way towards Emay, and whip her with its wicked tail, sending her across the room.
Sting became enraged. “Emptree, song seven, and turn it up!” He then turned around and grabbed his battle axe from the wall, taking his robe, slippers, and even his boxers completely off. He stood there naked, finally having gotten his confidence back after seeing his beloved Emay in trouble. His fighting spirit had returned at last.
“Syliptres!” He announced, stepping directly behind her. “Get ready to die now, you ugly fucking succubus.”
When the succubus turned around it immediately looked down at Sting’s penis. Its ugly, oily scaly face tilted slightly.
“I thought it would be bigger,” it hissed.
But Sing was focused.
“It’s not the size!” Sting yelled, leaping in the air and coming down with a fierce swing to the beast’s right arm, chopping it clean off. Syliptres howled in terror. She fell to her knees as orange acid blood poured out in pools all around her. “It’s how you use it.” Sting finished. He then swung the axe across Syliptres’s neck, dropping her head to the floor.
Orange glowing goo covered the entire ground around her. Sting picked up the heavy giant head by the harsh wiry hair and walked over to his window with it. He dropped it out, and listened to the splash it made as it hit his crocodile and piranha mote that surrounded his personal palace. Then he dropped his axe and ran to Emay, who was lying down away from the orange puddle. He cradled her in his arms, the wound on her shoulder was swelling up and she was in dire pain. The band had decided to play a different song, a slower one. The king began to talk, as tears rolled down his eyes.
“Emay. I have missed you so much all these years. I feared the worst. I can’t believe you’ve been here the whole time.” He said. Emay, however, was in too much pain to speak, she could only smile weakly at him. “Please, do not die...if you die, I will not want to live anymore.”
Suddenly the bedroom door burst open and Gauhn barged through with a sword in his hand and several other guards with him. They all looked down at the body of the monster lying on the floor. Then at Sting.
“So, you already know,” Gauhn said. “Her servants turned into monsters as well, killing and hurting some of your soldiers and guests before we were able to subdue them, and cut off their heads.”
“Please, Gauhn, she needs help! Bring the doctors! AT ONCE!” The king barked. Gauhn motioned for the doctors in his company to go to the girl. Several of them laid Emay onto a stretcher and took her out of the room. Sting then marched to Gauhn.
“If she dies, I die.” Sting said to him through teary eyes.
“Our doctors will save her… or they will do their best at least. That is all we can ask of them.” Gauhn replied, disappointed he could not offer his friend a better answer.
The king stood there before him, still naked, and just looked at him—distraught. Then he looked at the other warriors in his bedchambers, all of whom were observing the dead monster.
“Arrange my captains, and gather my youngest, most able soldiers, any of them who do not have a wife, or woman already. 3,421 of them, precisely. Bring them horses to ride, and new armor, and all the sharpened weapons they can choose from. Have them ready and waiting in the palace grounds in two hours.” The king ordered. So Gauhn quickly left. A cleanup crew had come to remove the monster’s body and clean up the toxic blood.
Sting went to his weapon room adjacent to his closet and began to outfit himself in his decadent royal armor, along with his dwarf band. He was ready in minutes, decked out in his grey and burgundy robes and armor. He stormed out of his chambers. Suddenly, though, as the king walked down the halls of his palace, he felt an absence. It was Emay. She wasn’t with him, and he could feel it for the first time. He headed straight for the hospital room.
When he got there, it was bustling. Nurses and doctors were addressing all the guests and soldiers who were suffering injuries from the battle with the other monsters. He finally reached Emay, who was lying on a bed in a private room, suffering in agony still. He quickly went to her, and put her hand inside his. Her shoulder and leg was covered with white cloth. He carefully lifted the bandage and saw the wound was even worse than he remembered it before. He looked at the nearest doctor.
“What is happening here, doctor?” He asked impatiently.
“The venom has infected her blood. We are trying everything we can, but we don’t have anything to counter the symptoms.” The doctor replied.
“What does that mean?” The king asked.
“It means… all of your guests, and soldiers, and her, may die.” The doctor replied solemnly.
The king’s eyes again filled with tears as he painfully processed what he had just heard. He looked back down to Emay, gently holding her hand.
“God. What am I going to do without you?” He asked. A tear dropped from his eye, and landed squarely inside her wounded shoulder.
Suddenly Emay was going into shock. The doctor quickly moved the king aside.
“Please. We still have a few more remedies from the ancient books of the old council we must try. Rest assured, your highness, we are doing all we can for her.” The doctor said.
The king locked eyes once more with Emay. Before leaving the hospital room, walking past all of the dying victims suffering the same agonizing death. They were all people he loved. He walked through his halls until he found himself met by Gauhn, wearing armor over his robes and holding a pillow that had his battle crown atop it, and a staff with a large ruby at the top in his other hand. Servants put the crown atop the king’s head, while he cusped the staff in his right hand. Then he walked out of the palace doors, where he was confronted with his 3,421 warriors. They all saluted him in unison. The sound was enormous. The king didn’t take any time to address his warriors.
“I have made a terrible mistake. And so many people are now suffering for it. There is only one way to rectify what I have done. I have exactly 3,421 women living in the Halls of Pleasure. They are fun, beautiful, and intelligent young ladies, all of them, and they will all make fitting wives. To each man who returns with me from this battle, he will have his woman, to marry, and land, to start a family upon. And I promise, you will not want another thing as long as you live. So, does that sound like a deal?” The king asked in an encouraging yell. All of the warriors lifted their weapons into the air, and cheered wildly as they saluted their king with their acceptance of his deal.
“Tonight, we march to the Temples. It will be a difficult journey. I am guessing they are already expecting us. But we will venture further into their caves than ever before. We will kill every single priest who beckons the dark world and brings evil upon the land. The war seasons’ end now, and a reign of peace will begin!” The king roared, and his men erupted in cheer. The king turned around, and the warriors behind him slowly walked passed the giant gates to their horses who were waiting just outside in columns and rows. The king looked at Gauhn. “Assemble the rest of my legions by the morning, and march to the cave temples as soon as you can. But be quick. I am not going to wait long before I descend.”
“King! The tunnels are a never-ending perplexity full of horrors and chaos! It is unwise to be so brash!” Gauhn stated, concerned for his friend. Sting remained stern.
“If they kill me, show them what hell truly is.” Sting said plainly.
Gauhn looked agitated at the king. But then a peaceful feeling fell upon him, and his expression changed. “Kill you? Impossible. I once saw you jump into the air to catch the dragon that was trying to fly away with Poacher. You tamed it in midair in only seconds, and glided back to the ground, safely.”
The king smiled, and looked down. “Come on Gauhn. You know it was only a small dragon.” Then he winked at his friend, and headed down the stairs with his personal guard and band at his back. “Emptree, song nine.” Sting said as he climbed his giant horse. His faithful band got into a wagon that was pulled behind him. They all began playing the song, to which Sting sang along…
This is for
you who knows
the truth, dear child.
If my love for you
was a star, it would shine
forever, and you would
not fail a day or night without it.
For ears to hear, and eyes
To see, to battle
I will shout it.
From end to end,
Over mountains tops and
Through oceans full of dark.
Never my fight will stop for
You, no matter how deep or far.
Now I do what I must, and
This you must trust. I always
keep you in my heart. I
Make peace with war,
As if there's nothing more,
Until the end, so
We can begin,
A new start.