The Exile

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Auriya

The sun shone down on the city of Korypetra, capital city of the Kingdom of Calaga. It's pitted and crumbling stone walls a testament to the kingdom's history of near-constant warfare. A few areas of hastily constructed wooden barricades marred the otherwise ancient stone. To the North of the city lay the ocean, a dazzling azure that reflected the noon sun. And to the South lay the endless grassland, with patches of trees, and acres upon acres of farmland. It's abundant natural resources made it a ripe target, and for hundreds of years, army after army besieged the city, all trying and failing to breach its sturdy walls. The land was watered in the blood of hundreds of thousands, and at one point the corpse pyres were burning for a solid week.

2 Years ago, the walls fell. The Idrisid Empire marched almost a million men against Korypetra, and despite taking over half their army in losses, breached the impregnable walls. What followed next was looting beyond compare, with houses set aflame, everything that wasn't bolted down stolen, and just about every inhabitant of the city enslaved. The **** of the city and its people lasted for weeks, until nothing was left of the city but misery and ****. If only Calaga's allies had come, if only that tsunami hadn't wiped out the entire royal navy, if only...

"Hey! Whore-queen!" I snapped out of my thoughts as my master jerked my leash, dragging me between his legs where he sat on my-

His throne. It wasn't mine anymore, and as he and his men proved 2 years ago, I never should have sat upon it. I obediently pulled out his ugly cock, the only thing keeping me alive and licked it. Up and down, I ran my tongue down its length, all 9 inches from balls to head. It wasn't the biggest I've taken in his service, it could be considered tiny even, but the curse made me so horny despite my revulsion for its owner. I felt my pussy drip onto my thighs as I tried once again to prevent my own arousal. My outfit left nothing to the imagination, revealing everything to the court lustfully watching me. The tiny blue microskirt bared my bubble butt and pussy to the court, and my DD breasts were covered only with gold tasseled nipple cups. I wore the finest gold jewelry, with a long diamond pendant, ruby earrings, anklets, and armbands. But despite being covered in more riches than a commoner would ever see in their life, I would do anything to trade places with them. As I blew him, I could feel the court ogling me, taking in every curve of my body that had been altered by the Prince's wizards to be every man's dream, and every woman's envy. He dwarfed my petite 5'2 frame, and as I kissed his dick, he grabbed my braided raven hair to wrap it around his hand. My tanned skin contrasted against the glaring white of his armor and I could see my purple eyes reflected in his polished chest plate. I glared up at him with pure wrath as I deftly serviced him with my tongue and thought about everything I hated about him to stem my arousal.

King Rashidun, prince of the Idrisid empire, and 12th son of the Idrisid Emperor was an imposing figure, with most of his body magically enhanced by the Emperor's mages. Hell, the only original part of him was his brain, with the rest of his body augmented to make him one of the best duelists in the realm. At 6'4 with a body made of pure muscle, he dwarfed most human soldiers, and to further make him a deadly fighter, he was born with the ability to manipulate the wind to his will. I thought about his siege disdainfully, recounting his idiocy, and sheer stupidity. He had no mind for strategy, and his **** on my kingdom consisted of just throwing soldiers at my walls. He sent soldier after soldier at our defenses, until the corpses piled high enough to allow him to reach the ramparts. Then he slaughtered our brave defenders, blowing them off the walls with gusts of wind, and cutting down anyone left standing.

I thought defiantly, "For 2 years they tried to break me, but I am Queen Auriya of Calaga, and I will not be-"

"-Cumming!"

I spasmed in the throes of a mind-shattering orgasm as he shoved my face into his crotch, his cock hitting the back of my throat and cutting off my oxygen. I struggled to breathe, but his grip on the back of my head was strong, and my orgasm made me as weak as a newborn kitty. I could hear the court laugh in mockery as I was facefucked mercilessly. I made very un-regal gagging noises as he dragged me up and down his length, never letting his cock leave my throat to grant me a breath. I tapped his armored thigh begging for mercy, but he had none to give. My face was red, and tears flowed down my face, ruining the makeup I had to painstakingly apply every morning. I could hear him saying something, but my hypoxic brain didn't understand a word, only registering the laughter that followed his joke.

"Oh gods, I was going to pass out again" I thought, panic setting in as I knew the punishment for going **** in the middle of sex. Last time I passed out, I was taking it in the ass while getting choked about a month ago, and woke up in the slums covered in cum, getting dragged back to the palace with hazy memories of the night of being fucked by every man who saw me. Gods only knew what I'd done, and the amount of cum I was covered in was enough to bathe in.

I felt my muscles lose their strength, and just before everything went dark, he started shooting his load down into my stomach. One shot all the way down my throat, the next in my mouth, so much cum that it spurted out my nose, and two more loads sprayed over my face, hair, and tits. I fell off his dick, and let out a gasping breath, only to breathe in his bitter, disgusting cum and immediately start coughing violently. I hacked and coughed, fighting to breathe on the cold stone floor, before finally managing to fuel my body with oxygen. It was only morning, and I had already almost died from **** on his dick. My face was a mess of tears and cum, my hair plastered to my skin, more white than black from his load. His seed contrasting with my dark skin to make a mosaic of lust to drive every man watching mad. His sperm flowed down my chest, so much that I could easily drink this for breakfast if I wanted. I wanted to hate this, but my body loved the way he treated me. The curse's next step was taking hold, and with a taste of his cum, all my resistance washed away. My pussy was so sore and I felt my juices running down my thighs, leaving a trail as I crawled back to his feet, gasping for breath as I licked every last drop of savory, delicious cum off his dick.

"Clean up your mess." He stated, and I obeyed, powerless to resist his commands. I prostrated before him and started licking his thick, juicy cum off the floor. I scooped some into my hands and poured it into my mouth, enjoying the taste and texture of his seed as it flowed down my throat. I continued to clean the floor until my knees were red, and my tongue tired from the work. And finally, the floor was spotless. I crawled back to sit between his legs and casually started sucking on his balls, feeling how full they were despite already being emptied a few minutes ago. He pet my head, and I hummed in contentment. This was where I belonged, on my knees before my master, fulfilling his every desire.

He jerked my leash again and lifted me onto his lap, impaling my greedy cunt onto his beautiful monster cock. I screamed out in ecstasy as I came just from penetration, and went limp, falling back onto him as he groped my tits. He ripped off my nipple cups and started kneading my breasts while bouncing me up and down on his lap. I didn't care anymore about my pride or my kingdom, all I wanted was to be his fucktoy for all eternity. My enhanced DD breasts swung through the air, far too large for my body but added anyway for his pleasure. He twisted my pierced nipple rings and I orgasmed again, my mind going blank as pleasure overran every other thought. All I could do was make disgraceful moaning noises as he bounced me up and down his dick, alternating between my ass and pussy.

"You're a fucking slut aren't you?" He growled into my ear. When I didn't respond, my brain being too busy firing off impulses from serotonin receptors, he pulled both my nipple rings behind me, stretching my poor breasts as far as they could go. "What are you!?" He screamed.

"I'm a fucking slut! I'm your fucking slut!" I screamed back, eyes rolling around in my head as he fucked me senseless. He let my tits go, and slammed me down on his dick, burying all 9 inches into my cunt. Then he started cumming in me. His orgasm triggered mine, and as he pumped me full of his baby batter, I could feel my vagina contracting, trying to pull as much of his cum into me as possible. I knew pregnancy was impossible, since he **** me to take sea hemlock daily to prevent the continuation of my bloodline, but I could only pray that I would bear his child. He kept thrusting into me, still hard despite two? Three orgasms? I didn't even remember what numbers were at this point, all I knew was his dick, fitting into me perfectly, filling me in a way nothing ever would.

"Whore-Queen Auriya, everyone. This is why the Idrisids will rule supreme. Because this slut cares more about my dick than her kingdom!" The court roared with laughter, and that was the last thing I remembered before a haze of pleasure clouded my mind.

I don't know how long he used me in front of everyone, but I knew it wasn't long enough. When he finally pushed me off him onto the floor, all I could do was lay there in the light of the setting sun with his seed gushing out of all my holes. I rolled onto my back to lovingly gaze at my master who looked at me with a mixture of disgust and pleasure. I absently started fingering myself, **** for the pleasure that had just ended and he laughed, a rough bark that conveyed his scorn for me and somehow it turned me on even more. I scooped some of his cum out of my pussy and brought it above my open mouth, and let it flow down my fingers, mesmerized by the fluid as it dripped into me. I started to masturbate again, one hand furiously fingering myself, with the thumb rubbing my clit, and the other mashing my magical tits. But no matter how hard I tried, orgasm was always just out of reach. The curse dictated that only another man could make me cum.

"You still haven't learned have you?" He asked, leaning forward to get a better look at my body. "2 years, and you still try to make yourself finish, even though you know that you can't."

"Please sir! Let me cum!" I pleaded, still desperately masturbating, chasing the high that I needed.

"Stand up slut." He ordered, and I wearily climbed to my feet, barely able to keep my balance on 6" stilettos while fingering myself. He stood up behind me at a daunting 6'4, dwarfing me with pure muscle. "Arms behind your back." He said, and I looked back at him in horror.

"Sir?" I whimpered, hoping that he wasn't going to do what I thought he was. He paused, glee in his face as he observed my growing horror. When I didn't stop my masturbation, he wrenched my arms behind my back painfully and cuffed me, before pushing me down to my knees.

"No, no, no sir, please!" I begged. "I'll do anything, just fuck me again!"

"Silence slut!" He snapped as he pulled my braid, painfully wrenching my head backwards. "Slaves, take the Whore-Queen to my chambers and ensure that she remains properly stimulated."

A few **** girls, women from my court before the fall meekly approached us, before bowing to the Prince and taking my leash. They were dressed better than me, with purple silk brassieres, long ankle length white translucent loincloths, 4" heels, and silver jewelry. They weren't as lucky as me though, none of them got to feel the pleasure only my master could create. The pleasure my master would let me feel if I was a good girl.

"Sir please! I'm sorry, just let me cum! Please!" I made one last **** attempt before they herded me out of the throne room. I walked through the castle halls, hands behind my back with one handmaiden leading me by my leash, and two behind. The guards and other courtiers largely ignored me, as the former queen being led nude and dripping with cum to her master's room was now a common sight after 2 years. A few ogled me, eyefucking my body and dreaming of what they would do if they ever got their hands on me, but the Prince exacted lethal punishment on anyone who tried to touch his toys. That's what I was. One of his toys, to be enjoyed and eventually discarded once he got tired of fucking me. Slowly, the hallways became more and more deserted as we left the public areas and entered the bedrooms. The soft carpet of the personal quarters felt like heaven after having to walk over the splintered stone of the public areas. I kicked off my heels to walk comfortably and flexed my toes with every step, trying to get at least a little enjoyment from the walk.

We reached the royal bedchambers, a spacious living area the same size as some of the houses in the lower districts. The Prince slept on my former bed in the center of the room, and when he felt like it, **** me there as well. When he didn't let me sleep with him, I slept on the smaller dog-bed at the foot of the royal bed. The fireplace lay unlit in the Northern wall with a couch and armchairs in front of it, and across from it lay my punishment. A vile machine created for one purpose. To keep me at the edge of orgasm but never letting me cum, for the machine was not a man.

The girl leading me stopped before it and looked at me apologetically. She was a head taller than me, and toned from the “exercise” most slaves go through. She gently removed my collar, and neatly rolled up my leash and placed it on my bed.

"I-I'm sorry my queen. We have to put you in the machine." She quietly spoke, blushing at the ground despite having done it at least a hundred times before. Her blonde hair fell in her face, failing to hide her beautiful green eyes and freckled skin.

"It's okay Amaya, I know you have to." I replied, some of my mental faculties coming back as the taste of his cum slowly receded and weakened the curse. The other two girls, the twin sisters Raven and Alari, prepared the machine, cleaning it of my juices from last night and turning it on to make it look like I was always in it. I remembered their mother, one of the few women in the kingdom who managed to die before being enslaved. They didn't deserve this, they should have been enjoying their lives, living out their early adulthood. Not be enslaved to a tyrant and **** to have sex with whomever he thought deserved their bodies. Both were brunettes, with Raven having small breasts, but long beautiful legs to die for. And her twin sister was a bombshell with an hourglass figure, C-cups, and an unending sex drive. 23 year old Amaya was my personal handmaiden and one of my lovers before the siege, and after we lost, I had to watch one of the Prince's regiments run a train on her until she was knocked up with one of 120 men's son and left incoherently moaning and twitching on the corpse strewn road.

Amaya uncuffed me, and led me towards the waiting bathtub full of hot water. The large stone pool surrounded by plants, and with an ocean view was one of my favorite places to relax. I poked a toe into it, and it was just the perfect temperature for me. I slowly descended into it and sighed contentedly. My sore body felt soothed in the water, and Amaya gently massaging my skin felt exquisite. The water quickly clouded from the hardened cum being scrubbed off of me and I watched the dirty water drain away and clean water get added as she removed the plug. Once all the cum was scraped off my body, Amaya retrieved the soap and began to scrub me. I grabbed her hands and stopped her, and she looked at me questioningly.

"You're filthy too. Join me." I offered, looking her up and down. She looked like she had a busy day as well, with hardened cum in her hair, on her tits, and between her thighs. With a small smile, she stripped and joined me in the pool. We washed ourselves with scented soaps until we were both sparkling clean, with no evidence of me getting fucked for 6 hours straight remaining on my body. She stepped out first, skin glistening from the water, her body glowing in the setting sun as she stretched. Her blonde hair shimmered like gold, and the water flowed off of her in rivulets and dripped off her breasts, pooling at her feet. Amaya turned with a smile and offered me her hand. I took her outstretched hand and she pulled me out of the bath, and into her embrace. I buried my face in her neck as she hugged me and breathed in her freshly washed scent. After half a minute we broke apart, and Amaya quickly dressed, and braided her long hair.

She was fucking beautiful.

I stared at her, mystified by her beauty, and she met my gaze and winked. I looked her up and down before biting my lip, doing everything I could to drive her mad. I shook my head, and let my hair fall in my face before brushing it away from one eye to wink back. Leaning forward, I bent almost parallel to the ground and drew my elbows together, pushing my breasts into each other and creating a stunning sight. I knew just how to push her buttons, and soon enough, I could see her nipples hardening under the thin fabric of her top.

She walked to me, and I cupped her cheek, watching her lean into my palm, and sigh in comfort. I drew her into a hug again, rubbing her back as she melted into my embrace. Her soft skin on mine reminded me of the good days, when I didn't have to get strapped into a sex machine and kept on the edge of orgasm. She pulled back, and looked down at me lovingly, one hand on my waist and another around my neck. Her eyes darted to my lips before looking back at mine, piercing emerald orbs filled with lust. How could I resist such a sight? I locked my lips with hers, needing to feel loved, needing to feel like someone actually cared about me. Our tongues swirled in each others mouths, wrestling for dominance in a playful fight. She pulled back after a minute to get some air, and as our lips parted a string of saliva stretched between us. Raven lightly touched my shoulder and I looked at her questioningly.

"Ma'am, we have about 30 minutes before the Prince," spitting his name with venom, "Comes to check on you. Don't take too long." Her truesight powers, unknown to the new regime, allowed her to see anyone she marked anywhere, which made her one of my best scouts. She and her sister backed away a respectful distance and started a game of chess, pretending to ignore us, though I could catch them sneak a glance here and there.

I looked back at Amaya, her striking emerald eyes meeting my own, and she slowly started moving her lips down my body. She peppered my neck with dozens of light kisses as I moaned her name in pleasure. She pushed me backwards towards the bed, and bit my shoulder hard in just the perfect spot and my world exploded into sparks. One good thing about having my sexual sensitivity set to maximum was that it was so easy to feel good. I unlatched her bra and let it slowly float towards the ground and buried my face in her breasts, the height difference putting her tits right below my mouth. She gently pushed me onto the bed before dropping to her knees.

"Let me worship you, my Queen." She whispered shakily, "Let me show you how much I adore you." Then she started kissing the insides of my thighs, her lips just barely grazing my skin before moving to the other leg. After teasing me for a minute, she moved onto the main course. Amaya started eating me out without abandon, as if I was her last meal. Her tongue probed deeper and deeper into my pussy, tasting every fold and taking every drop of my juices. I played with my tits, arching my back in pleasure as she drove me again and again to the edge of cumming, but I was held back by the curse, and she wasn't a man. I reached down and buried one hand in her hair, pinning her to my cunt while I was eaten out for the first time in weeks. I moaned out her name, and she kept going, a dutiful servant to the last. Finally, I let her go and she pulled back, face slick with my juices. I stood up shakily and she steadied me with a strong grip. She penetrated me with a finger, driving it knuckle deep into my pussy and slowly pulled it back out. She trailed it up my chest, the cool liquid raising goosebumps on my skin, until her finger was resting on my lips. I opened my mouth obediently and started sucking, tasting myself on her.

"Good girl." She said, brushing a strand of wet hair out of my eyes. I looked up at her inquisitively and she smirked.

"Now you're mine."

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Author's Note:

This is going to be a long story with varying chapter lengths once the game mode picks up. There is going to be a ton of **** and ****, some political intrigue, and since this is my first story, probably differing chapter qualities.

You might be wondering what's all that stuff on the side.

Don't worry, it'll all be explained once you go through the prologue chapters.

I'm fairly busy since I'm in med school, so updates will be sporadic at best. And I can only write while horny. But when I do update, I'll do it in large batches to keep you guys occupied. I'll make it moderated or public once I finish the main storyline.

And here's a kitten!