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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"Royal Passions"
By Shon Richards

Queen Erishella stood on the observation deck of her warship. The
Queen was wearing a gown of black scale metal that clung to her
bountiful breasts and curvy buttocks.  Her black hair was swept
up in a fearsome topknot that towered above her gold crown.   She
looked through the observation glass at the smallest of the Gem
Moons, Onyxa.  Four billion people called it home, but Erishella
only cared about one of its inhabitants.  Count Kevic came from
this world and for that, it must suffer.    

All around her, the crew busied themselves with the tasks of war.
Missiles were armed, fault lines were targeted, atmosphere
incinerating lasers were warmed up and toxin bombs were being
primed.  The subjugation of a world is a complicated business. Do
it wrong, and a small sliver of the population might live. Do it
really wrong, and the technician responsible will be strapped to
the missile sent to finish the job.

Queen Erishella sighed.  If there was one person who knew how to
finish a job, it was Count Kevic.  Back when she first declared
war on the Gem Moons in order to take their resources, Count
Kevic had been sent as a diplomat to negotiate for peace. At
first he tried appealing to her nonexistent sense of mercy.
Second he tried bribing her with immense amounts of wealthy
freely given.  Last he tried seduction.  Between his skilled
tongue on her nipples and his massive cock in her sex, he almost
convinced her.

Three passionate nights later in her bed, he almost convinced her
again.  There was a brief moment, when Count Kevic was on top of
her, driving his cock so wonderfully into her, that Erishella
almost decided to call of the invasion.  As she clawed his back
with orgasmic bliss, the thought of mercy actually crossed her
mind.  Afterwards, as cock pulled out of her exhausted body, the
Queen returned to her senses.  No matter how good the fuck, the
conquest of such a rich prize could not be avoided.

Instead of mercy, Queen Erishella offered Count Kevic the
position of consort. He would be her primary lover, with all of
the privileges of rank as well as the privileges of her mouth,
breasts and thighs.  He would lose his worlds but have her
adoration.  It was an incredibly generous honor she offered him.

Count Kevic said no.

"Fighter Squads report that the last of the Moon Ships are
destroyed," Admiral Hov said.

The Queen nodded to the Admiral.  "Move into position for
planetary bombardment."

The Admiral saluted and took one last glance at her exposed
cleavage before turning to his men.  The Queen smiled.  She had
told the Admiral that he would be allowed to come on her breasts
at the conclusion of today's operation if he was precisely on
schedule. So far they were an hour ahead of projected deadlines.

She wouldn't have been able to make that same deal with Count
Kevic.  He took what he wanted.  After she dismissed him from her
kingdom, he had returned using his rougish ways. The Count had
sneaked back into her bed chambers, and killed the slave she was
mounted on. With the slave's cock still inside her, Count Kevic
held a knife to her throat and threatened her.  She could call
off the invasion, or die by his hand.

The Queen answered him by licking the blade of the knife.  Her
tongue danced along the sharp edge while her eyes locked on him.
Before she could make it to the hilt, Count Kevic had thrown her
down on the bed and fucked her next to the cooling corpse of her
slave.  Instead of the thoughtful fucking of when he tried to
seduce her, this was the angry vengeful fucking of a man who had
planed to kill her.

Right at the peak of her third orgasm, she stabbed him with his
own knife.  Count Kevic snarled in rage and then she felt him
climax inside her.  He pulled out and stumbled away, his knife
still embedded in his shoulder.  In her passion, she had missed
the vital target on his back.  She feared that she would never
see him again.

"The War Bombers have made their attack.  All Onyxa defense
stations are down."

The Queen didn't answer the admiral.  Onyxa was the first of the
Gem Moons they had attacked.  What she did here will set the tone
for the rest of the war. There was still time to consider mercy.


She had shown little mercy to Count Kevic when her guards
captured him.  The proud Count had been stripped and chained in
her dungeon.  His shoulder wound had been treated with the
cauterizing burn of the guards' Flame-Spears.  Count Kevic had
spat at her face when Erishella came into the dungeon.  

The Queen wiped the spit from her face and rubbed it on his cock.
 She brought his cock back to life despite the indignities he had
suffered.  As he struggled against his chains, Erishella climbed
onto him.  She impaled herself on his cock, her legs wrapped
around him while her fingernails sunk into his broad shoulders.

She rode him. Her enhanced genetics made gave her limitless
endurance as she hung on his body. His compliance wasn't
necessary. In fact, at this point it was undesirable. Queen
Erishella took what she wanted and at that moment she wanted
Count Kevic's cock.  It wasn't his to give.

He shouted his hatred of her as she came.  He swore he would
bring down her entire kingdom. He said vile things about her, her
choices in lovers and her twisted black heart.  He swore he would
kill her as he shot his seed into her.

Queen Erishela had never come so hard. 

"One last time," she said.  She had dismounted and was standing
next to his body. Blood dripped from her fingernails had dug
passionate grooves in his skin.  Her sensitive nipples pressed
against his powerful chest.  His slick cock pressed against her
belly.  

"Become my consort," she whispered into his ear.  "Become my
consort, and join me as I plunder the Gem Moons.  Your worlds are
doomed no matter what you choose.  Would it be so bad to be
mine?"

Count Kevic looked at her. "I'd sooner die than be your
consort."

Queen Erishella looked out the observation window.  Count Kevic
was currently missing. He had escaped the dungeon and was loose
somewhere.  Maybe he was on Onyxa, organizing their defense. 
Perhaps he was loose in this ship, about to unleash a last minute
rescue of his home.  Erishella hoped that was the case.  She
wanted him again.  She wanted him to know how much she cared
about him.

Queen Erishella stroked herself.  Her fingers pressed through her
dress and massaged her sex.  While the Admiral and the fleet
waited for her orders, Erishella stroked herself.  She thought
about Count Kevic and how well he filled her.  She thought about
how he rejected her.

"I am sure they would surrender if asked," Admiral Hov said.  "It
is a small moon, but they are rich in resources."

"Kill them," she declared. "Kill them all."

The missiles dropped down and cracked the planet's crust. The
lights of cities winked out in mass.  The lasers cooked the
oceans of Onyxa into steam.  Great clouds of toxicity were
unleashed onto the planet, transforming the forests and plains
into ash.  The continents changed colors before collapsing into
magma.  

Queen Erishella moaned.  If she could not have his servitude,
Erishella was more than happy to take his rage. The Queen
demanded absolute passion; even from her enemies. 

She was looking forward to their next meeting.

 The end.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/

 

                

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