A storm from the west.

The days and nights grew longer over the week, and Countess Eria had breached the outer walls of Philos occupying the entire Common District of the city. Philos was built with a few walls that were erected over the course of time. Being a major thoroughfare for trade the old kings had even gone as far as hiring dwarves to help plan and build the defense of the city after the initial foundation of the castle was built. In typical dwarven fashion they recommended a mountain would be more optimal for defense, suggesting that moving the entire trade route closer to the Crimson Peaks to the east would be more beneficial in the long run. Perhaps they were right, you thought to yourself. With Countess Eria now up to the walls of the Noble District meant that half the port that was being used to evacuate many citizens was now under her occupation. This made it not only hard to help fleeing citizens leave—at least the ones that did not heed the call to do so before the possibility of siege was announced—but also prevented new supplies and troops from coming in. The chain preventing passage into the Noble District’s port was raised so that the Countess would not be able to use commandeered ships to stage a landing, effectively going around the walls of the second perimeter.

With the siege intensifying by the day, and the losses accumulating, you had barely anytime to yourself anymore. You could feel the trust of the nobles fading by the day, now having to use Akina’s already limited resources to try and keep them swayed while Duke Gregan was working to undermine you as you had undermined him. This duel would be yours to win though, it had to be in order for the plan you discussed with Princess Clara to work out as it should. It was do or die. All of it resting on one event that had not come to pass yet; the arrival of Itheria’s armies. It was a week since they were supposed to show up, and since the start of the siege, all updates of their movements had ceased. Still…the last update you received meant they should be here already. Had news of your predicament scared them away? Magus? And Lady Vessa too?

You stood atop the highest spire of the donjon of Philos Castle half naked at sunset. This had to be the day they arrived, or Duke Gregan’s annoying attempts at countering your moves would succeed. The only thing that had kept the armies in check was your order to treat the elves more cruelly. The soldiers had taken your meaning literally, and **** any elven prisoner that came across them, male or female. It probably helped that Elf and She-elf both looked feminine by the standards of Men. You though, had a woman of your own that was doing very good to help you through this mess.

Princess Clara, by all means, should have opposed your plan from the start. It targeted her family. The gods would have a field day judging her. Yet here she stood, beside you, naked but for the sheets she used to cover her body while you gazed to the west, to Itheria. A squall was forming. It made for a beautiful sunset, which blossomed a deep red and yellow as the winds teased your intentions of bringing your very own storm from the west. Clara’s hands played along your chest, much the same as you do her back very often.

“Is everything all right, My King?” Clara asked, with more than just concern in her words, “Do I not satisfy you anymore?”

It would have been a very sexual night if not for the worries that lingered in you, and you could tell by Clara’s voice she was taking it personally. You could still fuck the lights out her tonight, put all the rage and fear that was boiling inside of you right now, but…a small voice in your head was telling you she deserved better than that. Was this war making you age faster? You would have no problem treating Lady Victoria like a whore.

“You are better than any woman I’ve had, Clara,” Except the cat, “You satisfy me well.”

“Then what’s on your mind? If I can help, I will do anything you ask!”

So eager, but there was nothing she could do to help. There were the sounds of steel and blood still in the distance, and there was nothing Clara, her mother, nor sister-in-law could do to make it go away. Where was Lady Vessa? You had begun bringing up memories of the past, wondering if you had ever done anything to upset her. Magus, too. For your distant cousin, it at least made some sense if he didn’t show. He used to mock you for your lack of marshal or fighting ability when you very young, he’d probably do the same now. A quick thought passed your mind that maybe he should be the one you give Lady Victoria to. He never seemed that interested in women though, perhaps he already had one in his sights? Or maybe he preferred men?

“No,”you told her, “Not much in means of help. Unless the very gods bend to your will.”

Clara studied you quizzically for a moment, in much the same way as she did many things she didn’t understand, ever the learner, “Are you ill?”

Grabbing her by her long mahogany hair, you pull it back as hard as you can, earning you a yell and full look at her once covered body. Pulling her to the edge of the spire exposing her bare body to all that might grab a break from the battle below “Ill?! Are you blind?!”

“We’re surrounded! My armies are silent. You’ve been there every night for the reports. I-” You stop yourself before becoming too forceful, “I want you to become my Queen.”

Your grip stays true, Clara still bent over the ledge of the donjon, “It will be true, my king. Have faith in your subjects.”

As if on cue, a flash of lightning flashes on the horizon, but it was the greenish glow on the ground where it struck that caught your attention. The ‘Storm of the West’ had arrived.

“Lady Vessa…” you mutter.

“I can be her too, my king” Clara’s voice was strained.

“You won’t have to be. Just be my queen for now.”

You have your way with Clara. She was bent over a height that would surely kill her if she were to simply slip. During that time more lightning came, and the rolling thunder shook the castle’s foundations to its very core as the streaks of light became increasingly more targeted. So this was the power of your court mage? You had never seen Lady Vessa in action before, but knew that even in terms of Elves she was ancient, and had accumulated a magical arsenal over her many years of life. Was Magus with her though?

The questions seemed to spontaneously conjure in your mind as you watched the electric artillery strike true at the invading army. The shock was helping you last longer than usual inside of Clara as your mind raced. The clouds must have made it hard to see in the distance, what was an army large enough to smite Countess Eria here and now. But as the time went on, and the night came, it was impossible to tell what was actually happening during the battle. The shouting of war cries grew in volume and you decided it was high time to cum all over Clara’s fine ass. The load was bigger than most, and she fell to her knees when you let her go. If she was upset about you fucking her over a ledge that high, it didn’t show. She cleaned your cock with her mouth, as you’ve been teaching her to. You then commanded that both of you get dressed. There would be any time for bathing before going to the war room to get an update.

By the time you entered the war room, rain had begun to fall in earnest from the storm that now sat over Philos, the pattering of large drops of water striking the stained glass windows. There was shouting going on, and Gregan was one of the participants of that shouting, at least until your presence was seen—no doubt in your mind that Clara’s exquisite dress had helped that.

“Hail King Bryce!” Each member of the room had quieted, and gave a slight bow as you made your way with Clara to the head of a table that sported a map of the city. It had dozens of little flags on and around it to show the last reports of troop movements.

You turned to Sir Garret. Baron Staten, Gregan’s current marshal, was standing next to him, “A brief situational report.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” It was Sir Garret that saluted and spoke, “Runners have brought word that two Itherian armies from the west have **** the Countess’ army outside the walls to retreat, and almost half of it has been caught inside the walls, completely surrounded. Elves inside the city are surrendering by the thousands, while those directly under the Countess continue to fight.”

“Will there be enough accommodations for the Elven prisoners?”

“That remains to be seen, Your Majesty. If we can clear the ports though, more shipments from Goldfields by way of the Lord Admiral should balance the difference.”

“Good. Make sure these new Elven prisoners are treated more fairly than the ones up ‘til now. As for those that continue to resist…less fairly.”

“It will be as you say, Your Majesty.”

“…She’s here then?” You were asking about Lady Vessa, sure that the lightning and green light from the distance was her doing.

“She is, and she has Frost Knights with her.”

“Magus?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“That’s very good news,” You turn to Duke Gregan, “Then we shall be ready to receive them.”

All Gregan did was nod and whispered to one of his servants to make the arrangements. There was a look of disappointment in his eyes, perhaps he hoped your armies would not show.

“Now,” you say, “let us start discussing our plans from this point forward.”