Chapter Thirty Six

Asteria dabbed on the last of the body glitter as anticipation mounted in her expansive chest.

The distant murmur of the audience finding their seats always gave her a rush. In a few minutes, the lights would dim, the curtain raised, and she would shine like a brilliant diamond on stage.

By the loam and soil, it was finally her turn to shine!

Fastening a forest green cloak about her neck, the impressive Amazon swept out of the changing room to find her leading man pacing nervously in the wings. Police Chief Stanley was very dashing in his uniform shirt and jeans. The picture of human masculinity with his broad shoulders, stalwart arms and stubbly jaw.

She would never be able to comprehend how any Fae female could gaze upon a well-built mortal male and not be overcome by burning passion.

Her aching loins yearned for him, even now. To feel him pierce her empty womb and plant his manly seed in those fertile depths. Tonight was the night, as foretold in the prophetic pages. Only he was fit to breed the leader of a Wildling warband.

To breed… every muscle in Asteria’s extremely powerful physique clenched at the thought. Would the handsome lawbringer pin her to the bed or bend her over a banquet table like a common serving wench? She had imagined both scenarios while nursing his throat-stabbing manhood. They always brought sinful gratification.

The mere memory of those debauched encounters quickened her heart.

Still, he appeared vexed, pacing like that. Adjusting her ill-fitting breastplate, the statuesque redhead approached, wide hips swaying in the short leather kilt.

Maybe she could suck the troubles out through his scrummy babymaker…

Her hungry belly grumbled, catching the Police Chief’s attention.

“Aster? Whoa, you’re really big and, uh, glowy…” He stared up, past her jutting shelf of titflesh. “Jesus, those knockers are… wow. Mega funbags, yeah?”

She beamed, crushing him in a bear hug. Standing a foot taller and a dozen stone heavier, it wasn’t a challenge to smother the charming mortal in tanned milkers large enough to feed a small village.

He was assuredly blessed with a silver tongue!

The fairy bower scene was prepared on stage. A grandiose bed–garlanded with floral arrangements and a scattering of pillows–sat center stage. The very bed where they would consummate their union, thus ending hostilities between the Wild and Winter factions.

Asteria’s brows pinch in confusion. That was later in the play. Had she missed another change to this evening's proceedings?

Talk of the many alterations to the sacred text reached her ears, but the words and language on the pages were impossible to decipher. She was a warrior, not a scholar. Strength in arms and courage on the battlefield was where she excelled. Reading always seemed the domain of those lacking her martial skill.

A muffled noise from Stanley reminded her to ease the hug and put the Police Chief back down. He stumbled, gulping in air.

Steadying him, she asked, “Betrothed, why is the scene of our consummation prepared? Madam Director–”

“Is otherwise engaged.” Belphoebe emerged from the shadows like a wraith, her silvery hair and blue-grey skin almost luminous. “I have generously decided to reorder events in her absence. Thou may praise my genius and beneficence.”

The Drow princess was stunningly attired in web-like lingerie, onyx jewelry and vicious heels–every piece selected to enhance her etheric beauty with calculated forethought.

Midnight gemstones gleamed on her ears, neck and wrists. They cascaded along collarbones to dip between perfectly pert, high breasts. Narrow bands of obsidian silk and wisps of finest satin enshrined her lithe, lethal figure in sumptuous bindings. Embroidered stockings and garters drew attention to her mile-long legs, while hints of makeup elevated the cold allure of that enchanting face.

Where Asteria was a maul bludgeoning those who defied her, this creature–resplendent in all her wickedness–was a razor. Keen and deadly.

The mighty Amazon felt dull in comparison. A stupid oaf, well suited for smashing through obstacles and enemies but little else.

Except, she dared pray, maybe breeding?

Her vacant womb throbbed as Belphoebe glided over to Stanley for a smoldering kiss, melting against him as her violet lips met his. It was passionate. Heated. Only ending when he abruptly pulled away in a burst of panic.

“Bel, wait. What are you saying? We’re kicking off opening night with the bedroom scene… that scene where we, uh, you know–”

“Not immediately, husband. Calm thyself.” The silver-haired princess said. “Tonight is a celebration. We should indulge. Sample the fruits of our impending nuptials before the performance commences. There is yet time.” Her crystalline eyes cut to Asteria. “Bring thou plaything.”

Asteria meekly them to the bed. The audience sounded so close. The stage-spanning curtain seemed an insufficient shield from the waiting crowd, but her fear of being ignored overcame any ****.

This was it, opening night! The momentous eve of Celestial Conjunction and her ascension into motherhood. The highest honor one of her clan could achieve…

“Where is the Director? I can’t believe she’d be okay with this.” Stanley asked, being led by Belphoebe’s grip on the obscene lump in his pants. “Also, where’s whatsisname… Wormtongue?”

“Phakos has his orders and Megan is presently preoccupied. Do not concern thyself with them, Husband. Focus on me. Am I not pleasing to look upon?”

Asteria had to concede that she was. Her sworn foe slid onto the sheets, posing like a mermaid, propped up on a hip with her legs to the side. She idly twirled a strand of moonlight hair with a coquettish expression before lifting a knee to spread her stockinged thighs invitingly.

“Shit, yeah. You know you are. Guess we’re doing this now.” He replied, unbuckling his belt and tipping his head towards Asteria. “What about her?”

“Hmmm, the Amazon? She will ensure thy legacy when thou taketh her maidenhead. We decided this matter previously.” Belphoebe grazed a finger over the cleft outlined by her sheer panties. “Disrobe and join me, Wildling. Thy Lord desires to mount thee.”

Nearly sobbing with relief, the titanic redhead flung off her cloak, performing a full-body flex that shredded the cheap vinyl armor. It fluttered in brown scraps around her sandaled feet, baring her jaw-dropping musculature and enormous endowments, unfettered without undergarments.

She was big. Even among her shield sisters, Asteria was a source of pride. The pinnacle of feminine prowess, they would call her, admiring the plentitude of womanly assets as much as her strength.

There in the captivating Drow’s presence, she felt small. Weak in a way that had nothing to do with weapons mastery. Soft despite her rock-solid build. Nervous as a spooked deer but also excited.

“As my Lord wishes.” She said shyly, crawling onto the bed. The wooden frame creaked under her weight. “Where would he have me?”

“Jesus, that ass!” Stanley gave her thick rump a crisp smack. “On all fours beside Bel. I’m gonna ride you like a prize pony.”

He stepped out of his jeans, kicking them aside. His immense hardness swished in front of him. She and Belphoebe made pleased sounds when he gripped it, clambering onto the sheets with them–both staring hungrily.

“Look at me, Amazon.” The dark elf commanded, reclining luxuriously and fondling herself. “I want to memorize thou expression when my Husband claims thee.”

“Uh… okay? I guess that’s fine if it’s what he wants…” Asteria couldn’t recall that part from the texts, but all thinking was derailed when Stanley grabbed her sizable glutes and **** them apart. “Ooooh!”

She tremored when something long and beefy slapped between them, sliding along her crack before dipping so the bulbous tip to notch in her virgin folds. Warm nectar spilled down powerful thighs. She was wet and beyond ready for this triumphant moment.

“Do not close thy eyes!” Sharp nails pricked her jaw. Asteria’s blinking vision recentered on Belphoebe, who had pinched her chin. “I ordered thee to look me, brute. Disobey at thy peril.”

“I-I…haaaaaah~!” Excuses devolved into a shriek when Stanley suddenly lunged forward.

His magnificent girth stretched her pristine pussy and demolished her maidenhead in a single blow. There was a spike of pain when it broke, quickly washed away waves of ecstasy as her betrothed began thrusting.

He was relentless in his ****, a berserker pounding away at her defenses. The call to battle seized the warrioress, and her heart raced with the thrill of the fight. Each time they clashed, she slammed child-bearing hips back into him, rocking the bed frame.

Stanley grabbed those same hips for leverage, snarling as he jackhammered her sopping snatch. Pulling and tugging them like sex handles, he filled her again and again. They warred in the throes of passion, charging past the edge of reason.

“You’re fucking tight for such a big bitch.” He grunted, slapping her flank. “Past due for a good, hard dicking, I reckon.”

”Nnnrrrh! A shieldmaiden d-doesn’t surrender without… hyaa!”

“Yes, Husband, yes. Own that Wildling pussy.” Belphoebe writhed beautifully, teasing a nipple while probing her purple pearl. “Sow your virile seed within her and forever mark her as thine. Breed her for me. I yearn to witness the submission in her eyes when thou claim her body and soul.”

“And what about you?” The Police Chief huffed between deep, driving thrusts. Asteria clawed at the sheets. “This is your special night too.”

“Oh? I’ll ride thee once this broodmare is thoroughly impregnated. Gird thy loins, consort.”

Thoroughly impregnated.

The words sparked a forest fire of primal yearning that blazed through the Amazon’s addled psyche escalating the torturous rapture to dizzy heights. She could feel his balls, bloated with life-giving spunk, swinging between them as they rutted.

Her mortal lover’s cunt-spearing manhood sawed in and out, poised to conquer her womb, a fecund bastion she couldn’t wait to capitulate. Only the Drow’s unwavering glare broadcasted haughty menace kept Asteria from collapsing and howling into a pillow.

“P-please… Lord, please…” She begged, eyes locked on Belphoebe’s. “Give me your children. Hurry, please… hmmmph~! Make me a m-mommy. Stuff my belly with your b-babies!”

“This is fucking nuts.” Stanley snarled plower into her harder. Faster. “You’re all goddamn insane!”

The exuberant redhead didn’t care.

She didn’t heed the catcalls of the restless crowd outside the curtain in their discontent.

She didn’t hate the blood-sworn foe squirming in the bed beside her, demanding her obedience.

She couldn’t give a pixie’s fart for the stagehands watching from the wings, backslapping and elbowing one another.

Asteria only cared about getting fucked stupid and full of potent seed like the baby-crazy Fae wench she was. To swell large with his offspring and nurture them at her massive breasts. To be bred over and over again…

“She begs very prettily, does she not?” Belphoebe laughed huskily. “Why deny her further? Claim her, Husband. Then prepare thyself to endure a Drow Princess’s affections.”

“Please, pleeease…”

“Fuck it! Here it cums, you cock-thirsty slut!” Her hero bellowed, bottoming out in her womb and exploding.

Delirious heat blossomed in Asteria’s core, thoughts and concerns evaporating under the magma flow pouring out of him. Unbridled bliss saturated her mind as she convulsed in a terrific, sheet-ripping climax, screaming with ultimate release.

Internal muscles bunched and contracted, milking his impaling length for every last gush. Girly juices soiled the bedding in messy squirts as her flat tummy pooched and bones became jelly.

“Th-thank you, my Lord” She slurred through sagging lips.

Her ears were ringing. Asteria giggled contentedly it resolved into a distant chanting….

“On with the show! On with the Show! On with the Show!”

The theatre resounded with clapping hands and stomping feet. The audience beat out a riotous rhythm.

“On with the show! On with the Show! On with the Show!”

Was someone putting on a play tonight? That sounded nice…

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