Aftermath: New Luxius

Liandra had nothing but good memories of her wedding. Every little detail was perfect, even to the towering figure that was next to her, making solemn oaths to the gods. In her romantic, pleasure addled mind she didn't find it strange that many of the noble daughters that accompanied her also felt the impulse to abandon prior commitments and join their houses to the virile humanoids. She enjoyed the many events that dotted the capital while they celebrated the royal marriage, and even more to see her husband take active part and win many of the martial prowess contests.

The princess only understood fully the brutal difference between Orcs and Humans after her carnal honeymoon. When news of Prince Mortimers approach reached the court. The King decided to be cautious, and send envoys to talk to the offended royal bachelor.

"If this man thinks he has a claim over my Wife, let him come. I will crush his skull with my bare hands" Captain Scro promised, to the general agreement of many Orcs that also spoused nobility. A few of the older humans argued for caution, but the younger generation also felt the bloodthirst. "We have no reason to bow, they should grovel for bringing an army to our kingdom!" Court raged for a while, but the King wasn't just about to.

"I am King, I wont be second guessed! By divine mandate, rulership is mine" he spoke with furious anger, but a brash young noble countered "What do we care for a queer´s opinion? Much better to have an Orc wear the crown!"

"You would have a monster as your king?"

"I rather follow an Orc with balls than a king that sucks balls!" Another jipped, and it was pure pandemonium after that. The King screamed for order, for heads, but no one heard him. It only stopped when Scro howled his rage, and each and every orc in the room echoed his anger. Then all the men stopped.

"... you want to steal my crown" the king accused

"A crown is only as strong as your subjects loyalties." He surveyed the room, and then back to the King. "It was unavoidable. Step down, and continue as my advisor."

Gossip had sapped the king´s dignity so much he had no hope of prevailing. He argued and grovelled, but when pressed he knelt in front of King Scro, and surrendered his crown.

Queen Kiira had more steel, and her courage earned her much praise. Scro spared her punishment at first, but her insistence earned the royal couple severe public punishment. Her many affairs gave her the endurance to bear the anal punishment, but the King´s deviant desires were made bare for the entire court. Neither would ever escape the carnal prison of wanton desire.

The new king proclaimed war. Prince Mortimer faced the new strength of Luxius, and was defeated in the field of battle. There was much jubilation for the Kingdom´s triumph. Liandra prayed Prince Mortimer would find his own way, but knew he would hold a grunge for the rest of his life.

Nocternia fared no better. King Scro had no qualms about using his Kingdom´s strengths to foil plans the shadier neighbour nobility had, and retaliated often with disproportionate ****. Emperor Kendal had no hope of conquering the kingdom alone, so decided to just endure.

Queen Liandra saw her beloved kingdom flower under the unforgiving rule, she saw innocent maidens given as rewards of slaughter and brutality, she saw old men die for their beliefs and their sons embrace the new martial creed. They were young men, after all, quite capable of lust and ****. The innocent kingdom of her youth was gone, but she looked at her children, five strong half breed men, and knew in her heart they were growing beyond the sex and **** that was fed them. She closed her eyes as her husband butt fucked her and knew there was hope.