Once royal (Once Royal Mistress)

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Hell had been brought to these lands, the fog of the Old One consuming all that it touched, awoken by a mad king's desire to revive the soul arts, feeding the beast that you were now tasked to put asleep again. You had travelled far and wide to defeat the demons and absorb the sound to become strong enough to defeat them, going everywhere from the Boletarian Palace to Stonefang, now finding yourself inside the bowels of a building known to you as the Prison of Hope. The gothic building stood tall over you, shrouding your body in the shadow of its righteousness, statues of this long forgotten lining its halls as an oppressive darkness would keep you within its grasp.  You’d stared at the outside of the building for a moment, knowing what you desired lurked within as well as knowing the maiden in black had faith that you’d do want had to be done, unsheathing your blade as you got ready to fight. With that you walked inside of the prison, the smell of blood and death present in the air as there always was within the fog with you soon encountering the first form of life present within the metal and stone walls. 

It seemed to be the prisoners themselves, the pale and gaunt beings seemingly having gone through something so mind altering that they barely registered that you were there outside of moaning occasionally. You walked by them as they swayed, seeing as their heads would track you as you walked, a look into their eyes allowing you to see that there was no soul behind them nor any personality other than a fearful desire to survive. You would continue deeper into the metal and brick catacomb of the first floor, hearing the groaning as a few more likely prisoners clutched at you from inside of their cells. However, as you wandered you would hear the sounds of someone singing, the sound being somewhat muffled by the floors above you but from what you could hear, it was beautiful.

You continued to wander around the prison, encountering some more prisoners although they seemed to grow more aggressive as you would notice they would charge you with daggers, groaning as they moved closer. Their weak forms made them easy prey for your sword, a single swing being enough to nearly kill them and a single stab through the gullet being enough to finish the job. You also encountered what you assumed to be the guards of the prison, being known as mindflayer of which were mages whose heads had transmogrified into octopi, no doubt due to some form of ritual. Unlike the prisoners they were able to defend themselves, being trained in perverse and damaging magic with you treating them to the same fate that their prisoners had done.

As you continued up the floors you would hear the singing grow louder and louder, the sound being almost siren-like as you travelled further and further up the tower, wondering what the sound belonged to. You figured it could not be a prisoners as even those who were not completely lobotomised were unable to sing to such an excellent capacity nor did the mind flayer seem remotely able to sing. You decided that it was either another demon or another traveller, one that had managed to survive the fog despite all odds as you chopped your way through more and more enemies. Eventually you found yourself at the fourth floor, a variety of iron maidens covering the walls, a few of them still quivering with black iquor dripping out from the cracks in the metal.

The song was loudest here, its lyrics now clear to you as you ventured towards the sounds, the fire that lit the halls curving around them as you eventually found yourself heading towards the cell the singer resided in. You would wait for a moment, relishing in the singing for a moment more before you suddenly heard the sound of something screeching besides you, your eyes glancing to see a Mind flayer was heading towards you. You turned to face it as you noticed that it was casting a spell, watching as a green ball escaped from their body as you dodged out of the way of the magic, avoiding paralysis. The beast then extended her tendrils at you, a quick dodge out of the way of the attack allowing you to counter by slashing at the tendrils, bringing them down to the floor.

You watched as the beast roared at you and decided to finish this quickly, taking your blade and jamming it through the beast's mouth, the thrust only stopping when the metal tip of your sword hit against the back of its skull. You’d then thrust again, shoving the blade all the way through the skull before yanking it out again, your eyes glancing down at the beast as blood poured from its head like a fountain. You’d swipe your blade in the air a couple times to try and clean it off before you moved to the door and opened it, not wanting to waste any time now that you knew you could be attacked. You would then place your blade back into its sheath and then walked into the room, entering the cell to see that there was a woman inside, the woman ceasing her singing as started to analyse her.

This prisoner was a woman, one from high nobility judging by the headwear that she wore, the fabric it was weaved out of being green and gold,large loops of golden hair hanging down from her head and hanging just above her shoulders. Your eyes moved over to her face, seeing that she had appeared to have been tortured heavily, the woman’s face sporting the remains of several scars curving down her face, her eyes seeming like they were barely able to open with blood leaking out from them, the blood dripping down her face. You also noticed she seemed to lack lips, her teeth and gums being fully exposed to you as you looked down to her neck to see a rope burn-like scar, the flesh looking red and raw followed by a pair of expensive looking necklaces. From there you gazed upon the rest of her body, the woman’s collarbone jutting out of her skin as you then looked to her hands, seeing there were the same red markings around her wrists. These ones seemed rawer than the ones on her neck, drops of blood still staining her hand as the woman would begin speaking to you.

“You're still intact, aren't you? Where do you call home?” She Said, seemingly shocked that you weren’t one of the mindflayers nor the near brainless prisoners that she was kept with.

“I am, for the most part. And I hail from the Nexus on behalf of the maiden in black, to end the wrath of the old one. How are you still intact, compared to those things out there?” You explained, the woman staring up at you as you spoke.

“How interesting. As for me, I chose not to venture out of this cell. I feared that leaving would drive me to madness like those beasts out there.” She said, resting her torn wrists against the edges of her dress. “What is your title, traveller?” She asked, curiously soaking into her tone.

“The slayer of demons. And yours?”

“I have no title, not anymore. I was once the wife of nobility, cast down here with the others.” She said before she looked at you, an attempt at a smile crossing her lipless mouth. “However, I do have some nice things to show for it.” She said as she would reach her hands downward to grab a series of items from below, revealing several bottles with varying species inside as well as a nice board of flowers. “I have found that souls are able to keep me sane, Slayer. It seems commerce has more value than mere wealth nowadays.” She explained as she seemingly invited you to gaze upon her items which you did for several moments before you would grab a bottle of aged spice as well as a couple of Widow’s Lotuses.

“Why thank you, Mistress. These will be most helpful.” You said as you slipped the items into your bag.

“I have more to offer you. You will find who you seek to slay in the tower of latria. Within it you will find him, the aging monk in golden garb, his legions of demons no doubt being in tow.” She said as you nodded back at her.

“Thank you again. Now, I must head off and kill this monk you speak off. Farewell.” You said, the woman nodding as she rearranged her wares.

“Farewell and thank you, Slayer. Now I can stay here for a little while longer?” She Said as you walked out of her cell, feeling as the slightly putrid smell of damp hit against your nose, making you cough slightly before you began your trip to the tower of latria to face the monk. You fought your way through the building, facing creature after creature, even seeing that some of the prisoners had fused together into one, becoming bizarre masses of flaying limbs and screaming faces. Eventually you found yourself at an entrance, one that was shrouded in a thick layer of fog, stepping forward to see that you were suddenly in what appeared to be a throne room, your eyes looking at the throne to see the monk sitting their, the decrypted corpse soon climbing from his throne as to face you.

The fight was long and hard with your constantly applying Lotuses and spices in order to keep you in a fighting state, dodging most of the living corpses' attacks before you would manage to gain the upper hand, putting the creature on the backfoot. The battle ended like most of your battles ended with a blade being shoved straight through the middle of the monks chest, watching as the man crumbled to dust at the edges of your blade before you walked away, having acquired exactly what you wanted. Your trip back across the tower was much less taxing than it was going up it until you eventually found yourself at the prison again, hearing the mistresses singing echoing through the halls of the ruined building, deciding that you may as well visit the woman again.

You walked up the prison and reached the room, embracing her singing once again before you entered inside, the woman cutting herself off before she turned her head to you. “You came back!I take it the deeds done, then?” She asked as she would turn her head to face you. It was at this moment where you realized that you found yourself rather attracted to the woman despite her mutilated form with you arguing with yourself it was one of the reasons that you found her that attractive.

“It is done, the old monk is dead. Now, I’ve come to buy some of your wares,mistress.” You said, the woman attempted a smile before she moved her hand to her items.

“Go ahead and buy away, Slayer.” She Said as you would do as she said, perusing her stock as you would gaze up at the woman, realising that this would probably be the last time that you’d ever see her. You then felt as a slight pang of sorrow as you figured that, by leaving the woman here, she would most likely go mad like everything else in this wretched prison, the woman no doubt being exposed to more torture as a result. 

“May I ask you a question, mistress?” You asked, the woman seeming interested about what you were about to say.

“Of course.” She said, playing with the souls you had given her briefly before you spoke.

“Would you accept an invite to come to the nexus with me? To escape from this vile place?” You asked, the woman looking rather shocked at your preposition before she answered.

“Are you sure? Would those in the nexus accept an outsider like me?” She Said, sounding hesitant but not shut off to the idea.

“Of course they will. I could think of no better place for you to sell your wares than there as well.” You explained, the woman thinking for a moment before she got up off the wooden table that she was sitting on.

“Well, I suppose one needs a change in scenery after being locked away for so long.” She said as she looked up at you. “I shall come with you, Slayer.” She said, a smile moving across your helmeted head as you gazed down at her scarred visage.

“Excellent. Follow me to the arcstone, Mistress.” You said,the woman nodding at you as she began to walk with you, the only other living things around you being the prisoners which you knew couldn’t even hurt you or her at this point. After a while more of walking around the shambling denizens of the prison, you’d soon find yourself at the edge of the arcstone, staring upon it as you smiled. “Ladies first, Mistress.” You said, the woman chuckling somewhat as she walked towards it. 

“Why thank you, Slayer.” She said as she would move to the stone, placing her hand upon it and being warped away to the nexus. You’d soon join her, feeling the warm feeling of your body shifting across space before you found yourself in the nexus, feeling a slight tingling sensation across all of your limbs before you’d turn to see that the once noble mistress was talking to one of the other people who resided in the nexus alongside you. With the woman now occupied you went to tending to whatever damage was left on your body as well as tending to your weapons, humming to yourself as time would go by and the woman got acquainted. After a while you had sorted everything out and the woman had seemingly talked to everyone she could, the regal woman walking over to you as you placed your weapon by your side.

“Ah, good Mistress. I take it you’re settling in well.” You said, the woman looking up at you with a slight smile across your face.

“I certainly am, Slayer.” She said as she moved closer to you, stopping just a pace or so away from you. “I have just come over to give my thanks. It has been a while since I’ve inhabited a place that makes me feel welcome.” She exclaimed, another pause moving through the air. “If there is any way that I can give thanks, be sure to tell me, Slayer.” She explained, the offer excited you somewhat as many thoughts ran through your head, your hands moving to hover over her waist before you spoke.

“Well, I suppose that it has been a while since I have had a woman to myself.” You explained, the woman looking shocked before she spoke.

“Really, with me? I’m shocked, most do not view me as human anymore, Slayer.” She said before she chuckled, moving her hands up to your shoulders to rest them upon. “Although I do not complain, Slayer. I take it you’ve got somewhere private to take this.” She said, a slight bit of teasing resting in her voice before you nodded. “Then take me there, Slayer.” She Said as you would move your hand to her own, the woman clutching your hand before you began to  lead her into the deepest reaches of the nexus, to places where no one would be intruding on what the two of you would be doing. Eventually the two of you found this spot, far away from any eyes that could hope to pry, the woman gazing at you with her swollen eyes before she moved her mouth to your own.

You’d push your mouth against her almost lipless one, feeling as her teeth parted to allow your tongue inside of her, the wet organ clashing against your own before you pushed it inside of her mouth. You would canvas her teeth, coating them in your spit as her hands wrapped around your body, her fingers pushing down into your back somewhat before you’d pull away from one another, the two of you panting into the air. She then unwrapped herself from your body and pulled away from you, staring upon you for a moment before turning around, looking back at you before she began to speak. “Come and take me, Slayer.” She Said, raising her ass to you before her hands moved over to the dress and peeled it away, revealing her body to you as she would do so.

You’d look down to see that her ass was, much to your shock, rather large, the woman’s dress betraying her curves as you would see a slight amount of cellulite running across them in neat rows across her ass. It wouldn’t take long for you to act, your hands ramming into her asscheeks before digging deep into them,your fingers pushing down into the woman’s soft cheeks, the bumps of her cellulite pushing against your skin. You’d  hear her moan into the air as you started kneading at her ass, pushing down against them with your palms, feeling them shift around underneath you before you started to fall to your knees. You’d slowly move down , continuing your groping before you were face to face with her huge ass, moving your fingers inwards before pulling her asscheeks apart and pushing your face inside of them.

You wasted no time, pushing your tongue against her holes and starting to lap away at them, your fingers digging deeper into her asscheeks as you’d hear her gasp out into the air, spit dripping down her asscheeks. “Mph, good Lord, Slayer! I can feel your lust already!” She moaned into the air as you’d circle around her asshole with your tongue, covering it in a layer or two of drool before jamming it inside of her. The woman's back arched somewhat as your tongue wiggled around inside of her, the woman’s feet twisting so that her heels were pointing towards themselves before you pulled out again. With that her moans would grow slightly quieter as you teased her asshole again, circling it several times and teasing when you’d push inside of her, keeping her on edge. 

As you did this you’d continue to grope away at her body, greedily digging your fingers down into the plentiful mounds as you heard as she moaned and groaned  loudly into the air above you. You could also feel as her legs shuddered from the pleasure,  wobbling against your arms as you’d glance up to catch a brief glimpse of the woman's face, seeing as she groaned and watching how her mouth lashed against her teeth. You’d continue to lap and push against her asshole, moving your hands further and further up her ass, attempting to gain some more leverage against her body. With your hands in a suitable position you’d then proceed to push down onto her asscheeks before you rapidly sped up your mouth movements, her legs starting to shake much more rapidly.

Your mouth was now less teasing and more probing, pushing inside of her and brushing across her inner walls, feeling as they would twitch against your tongue, drool dripping from your tongue and inside of her holes. Meanwhile you’d both speed up and intensify your groping, kneading and playing with her cellulite covered asscheeks, feeling as they jiggled to the touch, a combination of spit and pussy fluids making a puddle between her legs. Meanwhile the woman above you was shuddering from pleasure, her hands reaching to the wall in order to hold herself up, her broken nails digging into it. “Mph, don’t you stop now, Slayer!” She cried out and you knew she didn’t have to worry since you had no intention of stopping as you dug your face deeper into her asscheeks.

The woman’s legs would slip back somewhat, resting themselves against your shoulders as you would feel as the puddle of fluids brushed against your knees,  the fruits of your labour becoming more and more clear. The woman’s holes quivered more and more, eagerly wanting to keep your tongue inside of her, your eyes spotting this for a brief moment before you jammed your tongue inside of her ass, this time not pulling out. You could hear the woman’s shrill moans above you, the moans muffled slightly by her plentiful asscheeks, her chest drifting up and down as she tried to cope with the pleasure. As you embraced the softness around your hands would knead her ass, pulling up and pushing down onto her flesh and feeling as it would spread across your fingers.

That was when you felt something change in the woman, her entire body shuddering  and her inner walls quivering faster and faster, the flow of fluids coming from her pussy now becoming a waterfall. It was clear her orgasm was fast approaching and you wanted to make it move even faster, running your tongue around as much of her insides as you could,  making sure that wasn’t going to be an inch of her that wasn’t lubed up with your spit. Her hands balled up against the wall as she tried to keep her orgasm from consuming her, the woman wanting to ride the pleasure for as long as she could. However, she couldn’t hold out forever and with that she began to orgasm, one last loud moan escaping her mouth as her legs stopped shaking against your shoulders.

The first wave of her pussy fluids sprayed out from her pussy, hitting against your face and chest, the warm and somewhat sticky fluids coating your skin in her lust as she continued to orgasm all over you. More and more fluids escaped from her pussy, each wave growing stronger than the last, the woman’s inner walls desperately clenching at your tongue in the meantime to make sure you didn’t pull out of her. The woman’s orgasm would quickly reach its peak, a massive amount of fluids spraying out, filling your mouth somewhat as she let out a sigh into the air. That was when her orgasm came to an end, the waves growing weaker and slower before they stopped entirely, the woman collapsing forward as she tried to get her breath back as you pulled away from her holes.

As you pulled away from her ass you would move your hands to your undergarments, letting them fall before your cock sprung out of your trousers,hitting against her asscheeks as you looked down at her. You wiped the spit and fluids from your face,  gazing across her back for a moment before swinging your hand up into the air and slamming it against her ass, a loud clap drowning out her gasp. You watched as the woman’s asscheeks jiggled around for a moment before you would watch as her hips moved backwards, sandwiching your ass deep inside of her lubed up cheeks. You then felt as she began to grind and push against your member, your cock twitching between her cheeks as she would turn her head to you, blood dripping out of her eyes as she would speak.

“Come on and take what you want, Slayer. Do your duty, as you would say.” She teased as she would continue grinding and rubbing against your cock, the soft cheeks rippling gently with each movement that you would make. You would do as the mistress said, moving your hands to her waist and clutching ahold of it, barely making it so that she was able to move as you would keep your cock between her cheeks,letting the fluids drip down onto your cock. You then ground against her holes one last time before starting to move your hips backwards, the mistresses hands balling in eager anticipation of what was about to happen. A moment or two passed, tension simmering in the air before you brought your hips forward, pushing yourself deep inside of her.

You’d feel as your waist would hit her ass with a meaty slam, feeling as her rear end jiggled around from the impact as you felt her inner walls clenching around your ass, massaging your member before you began to pull out. The woman felt as inch after inch left her ass, the woman’s walls increasing the intensity of which she clenched, desperately trying to stop you from pulling out entirely. It would soon get to the point where only the tip of your member was inside of her, resting there for several moments as your fingers dug down into her cheeks, feeling the ripples of her cellulite against her fingertips. After you got done with teasing her you’d proceed to slam yourself inside of her, a moan escaping your mouth before she stuck her ass out into the air.

You’d repeat the process several times over, moving slowly out of her ass before slamming back inside, each slam making the woman shiver as your hands moved away from her ass, figuring it was being spanked enough by your hips. You moved them up to her waist, your fingers digging down into it as you’d position yourself so you were looming over her, the shadow your body was casing coating her back in darkness. With this increased leverage you felt as her legs slowly moved backwards, leaning against the edges of your legs, her heels pushing down into your ankles somewhat. You then slowed down briefly, letting the woman’s take a couple of deep, shaky breath before you began to speed , causing her breath to hitch inside of her throat as you did so

Instead of a slow drag backwards followed by a sudden thrust forward, you’d instead perform two swift movements backwards and forwards, giving her little to no chance to recover from the last thrust before the next one would hit. The clapping of her ass would speed up to a near constant tempo, the woman struggling to herself upright as she felt her insides get stretched out by your member. Her inner walls would also respond to the increased speed by clenching even faster than before, pushing down against your most sensitive reaches, making your member twitch inside of her all while. The woman’s chest would start raising up and down again, the woman taking deep breaths as she attempted to control herself, mostly because her legs were starting to give out.

As the lascivious act continued you’d find your hands started to grow greedy again, your fingers twitching in place as you’d find yourself staring at the back of her head, the woman's tongue lapping away at her own teeth. Your hands moved away from her hips and to the curls of hair that were swinging from her head, your fingers wrapping around them before you tugged them backwards, her  head soon following. From there you could feel as her moans grew less and less restrained, flowing much easier from her lack of lips, what little of her eyes that you could see being filled with lust. With the maximum amount of leverage you could get on the woman’s body you started to move even faster, losing all control as you would clutch ahold of the woman’s hair even harder.

Your thrust had lost all rhythm to the tempo, the thrusts being so quick that you could see the edges of your hips blur as the air parted with each movements, the woman’s back twisted upwards as she felt the force of your thrusts. The woman’s fluids dripped down her thighs again, falling down into the puddle that was on the floor as her inner walls also went into overdrive,  clutching and twisting around your member in an attempt to process all the pleasure. Now that her head was pulled back you’d feel as the moans that drifted out of her mouth become more and more guttural, woman's fingers going back to scratching the walls again. It was at this point where nothing else mattered, all of your thoughts being purely focused on ramming yourself into her.

That was when you felt yourself start throbbing inside of her, pushing against her inner walls of which clenched back with brutal force, desperately milking your cock in an attempt to make your orgasm even faster than you would have otherwise.  You then felt as a pressure appeared at the tip of your member, nesting there for several moments before it would start creeping down your member. It would eventually consume your member, making it so each throb would make it so harder and harder for you not to cum, your teeth digging down into your lips as you’d try and keep this going as long as possible. Eventually you couldn't take it anymore, a groan escaping you as you slammed inside of her, going as deep as you could before ropes began to escape your cock.

Ropes would spray out of your member, the first volley being one of the hardest that you had ever come in your life, the woman feeling as your ropes would coat her red walls a nice pearly shade of white. More and more cum escaped from your member, the ropes growing larger and faster,pushing deeper and deeper inside of her, the woman’s hole clenching around your member so hard so not a drop escaped her. Suddenly you felt as your orgasm would reach its peak, an extremely large volley spraying all over her insides, making sure her deepest reaches were coated with your jizz. After that your orgasm came to an end, ropes getting smaller and smaller before stopping entirely, you and the woman panting as you pulled out and let her insides relax.

“Well… it’s been a while since I’ve done that.” She Said, leaning against the edges of the wall, still exhausted as she attempted to get your breath back.

“Likewise. But you were amazing, my dear.” You explained, the woman smiling to herself as she would pull herself away from the wall. “Alas, I must depart, duty calls, after all.” You said, the woman smiling before she pulled herself away from the wall, facing you and patting her dress down.

“Of course, Slayer. Just remember, I’m always here if you need me.” She said, the two of you exchanging a nod as you pulled your undergarments up and moved to the next archstone, just hoping that when all of this ended, you would perhaps be able to live alongside her for the rest of your days.