The World Of Erasthay - The Son Of LustChapter 22: Secrets Of The Rakshasa Queen free porn video
Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.
Lasla – Ankush, Queendom of Naith
I fought to keep my fear at bay and marched up the last few steps of the Ziggurat to the top where the open throne room lay. I had to be a dominating mistress. I had to be as regal as Queen Athirmi, or she would eat me alive.
Or the large spider behind me would.
The spindly legs of the spider clicked on the steps. Her pincers were ready to rip me apart. I gained the last steps to see into the open throne room, the cap of ziggurat overhead held up by columns. The queen of the rakshasa was settling down on her throne. Next to it was a raised kneeling platform that she must have used to be fucked by her centaur. She closed her thighs, but I had a brief flash of her pussy dripping with cum. The woman’s regal body gleamed with sweat, giving her brown hue an exotic polish. She wore her tiger’s head, her face fierce and eyes feline green. Whiskers twitched. She licked her chops as I approached.
Then the twin orange-haired girls knelt before her throne. She parted her legs, throwing them over the arms rest. They dove into her pussy and licked up her cunt. The queen’s whiskers hardly twitched at the girls’ cleaning passion.
“So,” Queen Athirmi purred as I reached her and went down on one knee to show respect. My brother had the courage to face her, but I knew that I couldn’t get away with his boldness. “What do you wish to discuss with me, Lady Lasla?”
“I have an objection with Pradu being selected to administer my brother’s Test of Pain,” I said with a ringing voice.
“Oh?” the queen asked in a casual, even dismissive way. “And why is that? Because she will hurt him?”
“Yes!” I hissed, my anger and fear for my brother giving me courage. “She wants to break my brother! Destroy him!”
The queen shrugged, the two twins devouring her pussy. “If he can’t endure the pain, then he fails. But fear not, Pradu will have a limited time to break him. All he has to do is withstand her torment, and he shall be the victor. But if he can’t...” The queen licked her chops. “The weak should never be in power. It’s best to tear them down before they can do any harm.”
“My brother is not weak!”
“Then you have nothing to fear,” the queen said. “I promise you. She is good, but if your brother has any real mettle, he’ll be fine.”
“But why her?” I asked. “You could have chosen any, but she’s foul. Cruel. A sadist.”
“She is a rakshasa,” the queen said as if that was all the explanation necessary.
“Naryu and Lavhi aren’t that cruel.”
“No, they’re weak. That’s why they’re slaves. My daughter and niece were not strong enough, not vicious enough, and not clever enough. They were pulled down.”
“Just like you want to pull down my brother?” My anger swelled through me. “That’s why you chose Pradu. You want to hurt my brother because he collared Naryu. Because your daughter is his slave and whore!”
Queen Athirmi threw back her head and laughed. A feline rumble, almost a purr, chortled from her. She squeezed her thighs around the twins’ heads as they feasted on her pussy. I could feel her pleasure rippling through her body, now that the twins were not trying to make her cum just give her delight. But the rest of her emotions were shadows to me.
I could only see them when they interfered with her lust.
“If she wasn’t strong enough to stay free, then she wasn’t strong enough to be my daughter.” The queen leaned forward, her breasts jiggling. “That is how it works for us rakshasa. If my daughter had the strength to be queen, she would have ripped out your brother’s heart and then marched up here and torn out my throat. But she was weak. Prey. She was pulled down and feasted upon. My daughter is dead. What you do with that mewling thing’s body, I do not care. Fuck her, whip her, strangle her. I have other daughters. Stronger ones.”
My stomach churned at those words. It was sick. I would never want that for my daughters. They were all waiting for me back on the island with my mother and half-sisters. My daughters wouldn’t compete for love for their father. They would all receive it.
“And Pradu thinks she can take down your brother,” Queen Athirmi continued. “Many requested the honor to break your brother. They offered me wealth. Slaves. Magics. My other daughters, my sisters, their daughters. All of them are sharpening their claws, eager to rend his flesh. But Pradu made a most interesting wager with me.”
“Wager?” I asked, brow furrowing. All of them? Every rakshasa royalty wanted to hurt my brother?
“Pradu has wagered her freedom,” said the queen. She shuddered, the pleasure in her pussy rising now, the twins licking her with more frantic passion. “She has vowed that she will break you brother, claim you and your sister, and make you all her slaves to do with as she wills. If she fails, well, then she’s brother to do with as he pleases.”
I swallowed. “She’ll be desperate to succeed. She’ll hold nothing back.”
“I know,” purred the queen. She shuddered, the twins bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm. Queen Athirmi savored that Pradu had put her freedom on the line and would do everything to break my brother.
The queen shuddered and threw back her head. She roared as she came. Her orgasm burst through her. She came on the twins’ faces. They wiggled their rumps, their hips smacking into the other. They drank down the queen’s pussy cream.
The pleasure rushed through the rakshasa. I could feel it. She savored her domination over the two twins, and her ownership over the others around here. The two centaurs who guarded her, the spider-thing behind me, the lamia curled up in a ball in a cushioned basket, seemingly asleep but actually rubbing at her pussy with her fingers.
The entire city was laid out before her. From the highest point of Ankush, she reveled in dominating it. In controlling it. And she wanted to control my brother, too. She wanted to own him. Crush him. That was why she was doing this.
It sickened me.
“Why should my brother even participate?” I demanded when the queen finished her climax, hating this place. These rakshasas were all foul and disgusting.
“Because your brother needs to understand pain in order to survive the nagas.” A shiver ran through the queen, her breasts jiggling. Another ripple of delight washed through her. “They are not nearly as civilized as I am.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
The queen’s fur melted away. Whiskers withdrew. Her muzzle became plump, smiling lips. The twins withdraw from her and then started licking the other’s face clean of her pussy. With languorous grace, she slid off her throne and stepped barefoot on the polished floor, her eyes locked on me.
“Follow.”
She walked around her throne. Swallowing, I followed. There was a staircase. It was in the exact middle of the ziggurat. It spiraled down into the darkness. The queen descended. On the walls, arcane lights illuminated at her passing.
I drew in a deep breath and followed her down it. She marched ahead of me, her ass swaying. None of the others of her servants followed. We were soon alone. The lights illuminated before her and extinguished behind me as we wound deeper and deeper into the ziggurat.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Into the caves beneath the city. They are formed out of basalt and obsidian from old lava flows. They lie beneath the water table and even the harbor, and yet are not flooded because of their material.”
“I see,” I said.
We kept going, the air growing thicker and thicker, and then we ended in a room that was light with more arcane lights. Two squat men with thick, red beards and brown skin were at a desk. They stood up and bowed, wearing tunics over their heavily muscled body.
“Dwarves?” I asked in shock.
“The secret of Naith,” said the queen. “And the rakshasas who rule it. We found dwarves living down here. And do you know what is so remarkable about them?”
I frowned. I had heard stories about dwarves from my mothers, but these two were staring at Queen Athirmi like she were nothing. They had no lust stirring in them at all. No desire whatsoever. They stood almost like statues, awaiting commands.
“They have such a low sex drive, they are never distracted,” the queen said and motioned to a door. One dwarf hurried to it and opened it. “They are also used to dealing with the petty and capacious whims of horny women. They make such excellent bureaucrats.”
Though it was night above, the door opened onto a large room that bustled. There were desks with dwarves writing papers or reading documents. Some were moving about and picking up stacks of parchment or delivering them to others. Those were the younger ones, based on the length of their beard.
“Behold the heart of the Naith’s bureaucracy,” said Queen Athirmi as we moved through the room. “They work around the clock in shifts. They make sure taxes are paid, slaves are administered, trade continues unabated, and our privateers are attacking the right targets. They deal with all the petty and trifling details that are just so boring but are necessary to keep an economy and nation running. Without them, well, Naith would have collapsed centuries ago.”
I had no idea why she was showing this to me.
“They are perfect for it,” she continued. “Dwarves don’t need fear or love to do this work. They just need a purpose. Supply it, and they are happy to spend all day mining, blacksmithing, or writing reports, doing sums, and keeping accounts. The worst thing you can do to a dwarf is to give him nothing to do. You can’t order them to do it, either. You just have to provide the opportunity, and they will fulfill it. They keep their own hierarchy, choose their own ministers and officials. I really have nothing to do with it besides making sure that they are loyal to me, of course.”
“Of course,” I said. What was this?
We passed through this into a hallway that then opened onto a garden. I gaped at the sight of trees growing underground. Thick bushes. There was a wet coolness to the air. Water splashed behind flowering bushes. Light drifted from above, a soft twilight that gave the forest an ethereal feel.
“My arboretum,” she said as she led me down the path, her rump swaying. “This is where I keep my more exotic slaves. I’m a collector, you see. Elves, werebears, werespiders, werefoxes, and more all live in here to please me.”
As if speaking the name of their races caused them to appear, a pair of elves were perched on a tree, their hair the color of spring leaves. One had a large cock thrusting out from her crotch, a gold ring squeezed tight about the base. The other had a chastity belt like the one my mother wore. A large spider descended out of a tree like the one upstairs. But then she blurred into a woman with silky-white hair and pale skin. Her eyes were large and black. She bowed low. Orange-haired girls scampered up and bowed low, their asses wiggling.
“Werefoxes?” I asked, realizing what the twins upstairs were.
“Mmm, yes,” she said. “I raised them from kits. Now they’re ready to be mated. I think I’ll let my centaurs break them in. See if they can’t breed together.”
I looked around. “This must have cost a fortune.”
“I suppose,” the queen said, sounding bored. “That is what the bureaucrats are for. To make me money so I can enjoy myself. It is the perk of being queen. I have other rooms like this for other types of slaves.”
More of the denizens appeared, all wearing collars. A trio of harpies perched in a tree, their clawed feet holding the branches while their large breasts jiggled. They sang a greeting to the queen. They all worshiped her.
All had been broken by her.
Then we were past the arboretum and entered into a room that was full of beds. There were dwarven women on them, all of them short but curvy. They didn’t have beards and the lust coming off of them was intense.
It was the strongest sex drive I had ever felt. It put Kurtis’s to shame.
Most had a young male dwarf on them, pumping away at them. Other males stood around them, stroking cocks and trying to get them hard. The women were moaning and gasping, shuddering as they were fucked hard. I could feel some lust from these male dwarves.
“My family has been trying to breed a male dwarf that has more of a sex drive. These ones can have sex once a day.” The queen snorted. “Most male dwarves can get it up once a week unless they are corned by their wife who will use everything she came to get his dick hard to fuck her, though often they just eat her pussy to get her to stop bothering them. It’s been a few centuries to get these dwarves.”
“Why?” I demanded, getting more and more frustrated at this tour.
“We can always use more males for the bureaucracy,” said the queen. “Then we can get more done.
“No,” I hissed, unable to contain my annoyance. “Why are we down here? What does this have to do with my brother.”
“It’s an object lesson,” said the queen as we moved through the breeding room and the insatiable female dwarves. My pussy clenched with an aching need for my brother’s cock.
“What sort of object lesson?” I asked, my nipples rubbing into the cloth of the tunic I wore.
“One you’ll just have to see.”
They passed into a tunnel that turned into a walkway over a room cut out of the black basalt. There was a dwarven woman tied to a wall. She had big breasts and paler skin than the other dwarves. She was whimpering and moaning as another dwarf woman was on her hands and knees getting fucked from one end by a warty, green-skinned male while she sucked on his cock. Three more of the goblins were jerking off their dicks while five armored dwarf males watched impassively.
Cum fired not the female dwarf getting fucked, painting her body in jizz.
The lust coming off the green-skinned males almost dropped me to my knees. It was as intense as the female sex drive. I groaned, shaking my head from the overwhelming passion of them. I gripped the railing, panting.
“Goblins?” I gasped. It was said goblin males and dwarven females had the same sex drive and that dwarven females would “allow” themselves to be captured to be gangbanged until their males came to their rescue. “What is going on down there? Why is that female tied up?”
“A rebel. She is being forced to watch sex,” said the queen. “I am hoping that lust will break her. Pain doesn’t work on dwarves, male or female. But pleasure does.”
“Pleasure is superior,” I said with some smug delight.
The queen rolled her eyes. “You are still so young. The world is never so black and white. One thing is never always better than another. Pleasure and pain, denial and excess. These are all tools. You have to know which is the right motivator to use to be a successful dominatrix, Lasla. I can feel that ambition. You take joy in dominating your brother’s slaves. In shaping the women he encounters to please him.”
“I do,” I said. “So Pradu knows only pain.”
“Mmm, indeed,” said the queen.
I glanced at the dwarf chained to the wall, her pale body shuddering. Her lusts were building and building in her. She wanted to be fucked. Needed to cum so badly. It was eating at her mind. At her self-control.
Rebel? Was there a faction of dwarves that resisted the rakshasas? Who didn’t like their cruelty?
“Lasla,” the queen said, her voice stern like a mother admonishing a child, “keep up.”
I blinked and then realized she had already moved onto the next tunnel. I hurried across the walkway, leading the goblins to gangbang the dwarven women while the rebel watched on in whimpering need, her lust spilling through the air. So powerful.
The tunnel walls were as symmetrical as all the others we had passed through. The sound of water rippling echoed down the tunnel. A warm humidity swelled now. Condensation built on the walls and trickled down to grates set along the edge of the wall. The end grew misty. The sound of splashing grew warmer and warmer.
Then came singing. It was ethereal and haunting. It was full of passion. The sort that would drive a man to maddening lust. It didn’t touch me, but I could feel how it would affect them. The singer was a daughter of Las.
Or a member of a daughter race of lust.
“No males can ever come down this tunnel,” the queen said. The dwarven women come to tend to those who dwell in here mainly to get their pussies licked or to be fucked by the nixie cocks. They always have them, you know.”
“I know,” I said. My mother was a sylph, one of the five hermaphroditic races born of Matar. Sylphs were air, dragons fire, gnomes earth, elves life, and nixies water. They all had different rules. Sylphs could only be bred by hermaphrodites, or Las, but never had cocks of their own. Dragons could control when they had theirs. Gnomes and elves were opposites. Gnomes had theirs save for the three days a month when they went into heat while elves only had theirs for three days while in heat.
“Those are sirens signing?” I asked.
Queen Athirmi nodded. “I keep nixie, mermaids, and sirens in this grotto, the water kept warm through wizardry. It is quite deep, too. They can swim and frolic and make love. The nixies are quite popular among the mermaids and sirens.”
Sirens lured men into the ocean waters to fuck them, drowning in the process. Their songs drove them mad. I could believe it hearing those songs.
We entered the mist and then stepped into the soft light of the grotto. A few of the singing women were sitting on the rocks, their song trilling around them. They all smiled at Queen Athirmi. Nixies with blue faces and white hair broached the surface as did mermaids with their colorful hairs. They had dark-brown skin, different from the three mermaids who delivered us word from our father and started our quest. Mermaids looked much like their human fathers in skin tone, but hair and scales came from their mothers.
One siren wasn’t with the other. She sat apart, her arms hugging her legs. Sirens looked human, their bodies wet and gleaming, but they had webbed feet and toes along with gills. The sirens were serenading the queen now, wanting to bring a smile to her lips, maybe.
“Serenity, here,” said the queen.
The one siren who had sat apart slipped into the water and swam towards us. Gold flashed about her neck, collared like all the slaves in here. They were pampered pets, to be true, but they were still the property of the Queen of Naith. The other sirens stopped their song. They all looked down at their hands, squirming.
They were uncomfortable. Why?
Serenity reached us. She stayed in the pull, sitting in the water and staring up at the queen. She had a loving smile on her face, truly devoted to her mistress. Queen Athirmi knelt and caressed the siren’s throat above the collar.
“Sing for us,” Queen Athirmi purred.
The siren swallowed. She opened her mouth and sang.
What came out of her throat wasn’t a beautiful and stirring song like the others had sung. It was horrendous. It clawed at my ears. Long needles penetrated through my auditory canals into my brain. I stepped back, slapping my hands over the sides of my head in a futile effort to shut it out.
“That’s enough, Serenity,” Queen Athirmi said, her voice strained.
The terrible sound ended. I panted, shaking my head. Serenity looked down. Tears filled the corners of her eyes. Her shoulders shook as silent sobs wracked her. I shot an accusatory glance at Queen Athirmi for putting the siren through this.
The rakshasa put a gentle hand on the siren’s wet hair, stroking her. “It’s okay, Serenity. Shhh, it’s not your fault what they did to you.”
“They?” I asked. “You didn’t do this.”
Anger flashes across the rakshasa’s face. “And ruin something beautiful? What is the point in having sirens for slaves if you destroy the most precious thing about them? It’s one thing to hurt a slave, to break them, but to mutilate them so they cannot perform work. Such a waste.”
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