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Bolearis
Bolearis hated the Castle.
To be fair, it wasn’t actually Queen Melia Antiqua who’d aimed the Annihilator at Colony 4, all those years ago. That knowledge - and the knowledge that the real Melia had resumed residence at Keves Castle - didn’t change the fact that Bolearis hated going near the Castle. Truthfully, Bolearis wasn’t entirely over his distaste for Melia, even if her rule had been just, even if she was in no way responsible for the actions of Moebius, even if Ethel was back alive. He couldn’t help it, the memories the Castle brought up were still painful, and he’d rather have fought an entire colony on his own than go to the Castle instead of Ethel. However, Her Majesty had specifically requested Bolearis, so he’d had to board the transport for Fort O’Virbus in Syra.
“Commander Bolearis!”
Bolearis turned, as did his two escorts he was apparently required to have, recognising the voice that called out to him. Emerging from another transport was Commander Zeon of Colony Nine, along with his own escort.
“Zeon! What’re you doing ‘ere?” Bolearis and Zeon weren’t close, per se, but they were well acquainted. Most of the commanders had become familiar with one another post-Moebius, and Zeon was renowned among commanders and soldiers alike. After all, he was the man who’d worked out large-scale farming, making Colony Nine the single largest agricultural producer in Aionios. And any man who could keep up with Ouroboros was a man who commanded respect.
“Meeting the Queen. With you. At half-past ten. Were you not informed I would be here?”
…ah. “Truth be told, I didn’t read the message myself. All I was told was that the Queen wanted me here, and that it didn’t say why.” Bolearis admitted. He was usually quite good at being thorough with paperwork and messages, but inquiring further into his purpose at the Castle had slipped his mind. In his defence, he’d been ridden by Ethel five minutes before the message arrived. Though he wasn’t sure how well that defence would hold up in an inquiry.
“I’m afraid I don’t know much more than you. All I was told is that there was to be a meeting between myself, yourself and Her Majesty.”
“That’s weird. Now that I think of it, there’s usually so much crap in those messages that you may as well not go to the meeting.” He complained, drawing a nod from Zeon. “Well, whatever it is, we’ve got an hour to spare. How ‘bout we head on over to The Tap-Dancing Nopon and grab some grub? Surely you lot’ve gotta get bored o’ potatoes at some point, right?”
“They’re actually very versatile in cooking, but some local cuisine would be nice. Most resources in Aionios flow through this place, so they always have the best ingredients to hand. Colony Iota is the only place I’ve ever been that could compete in terms of the variety of meals on offer, not even the City can match it.”
“Well then, let’s go grab a quick bite, shall we? We can try’n work out what the Queen wants with us while we eat.”
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“Right! We’d better get a move on, Zeon.” Bolearis said, standing up.
“Indeed. We should arrive with minutes to spare if we leave now.”
Bolearis hummed agreement. “You lot can stay here, if you’d like. Grab a dessert on me.” He told the four escorts.
“But commander, we’re not meant to-”
“Mate, we’re in Fort O’Virbus, and it’s only a short walk. Sparks’ sake, Zeon here goes out hunting with Ouroboros for fun, we can handle ourselves. ‘Sides, you guys won’t be allowed in the meeting anyway, so there’s no point in you makin’ the walk. Gowon, treat yourselves, go have a look at whatever new toys Colony 30’s sent here.”
“Yes, commander. Thanks, commander.” Bolearis’ troops said.
Zeon’s guard looked to him, who simply shrugged. “Commander Bolearis is correct, there’s little point in having you wait in the Castle. If he’s paying, have some fun.”
With their soldiers given more enriching tasks to do, Bolearis and Zeon set off for the Castle, heading down the street to the large gateway.
“I still remember seeing this thing transform. Who woulda thought the Castles were giant, battle-ready ferronises?”
“It caught me off guard too.” Zeon admitted, “Though, I didn’t get to see much of it, Her Majesty transported me to Origin to help the struggle near-immediately.”
“‘Course, you were one o’ the ones she sent in, weren’t you? Ethel was too. What was that like?”
“Frightening. But also, fulfilling. After everything I’d done to secure Colony Nine’s future I was relieved to be able to make sure that effort wasn’t for naught. I’m not sure I’d have liked leaving fate in the hands of others.”
“I bet.” Bolearis said as they entered Ascension Hall. The place was grandiose as ever, with workers scurrying back and forth with all sorts of tasks to be done. At the end of the hall was the ancient engraving depicting something Bolearis was clueless about, as well as Her Majesty Melia Antiqua.
When Her Majesty had travelled to Colony 4 with Ouroboros, she’d been garbed in white, an outfit Bolearis wouldn’t be surprised to see a commander wear to the front lines rather than a Queen conducting state business. Now, though, she was in her regal black gown, though the mask was long since discarded. Her staff stood at her side as ever, ready to defend herself at a moment’s notice. Bolearis had never seen the Queen in action, but he’d heard stories. According to Lanz, you had a better hope at fighting off a ferronis than the wrath of Her Majesty.
“Majesty,” Bolearis greeted respectfully.
She turned, face lighting up with a smile as she recognised the two.
“Commander Zeon, Commander Bolearis, I’m so glad you could make it!” She seemed genuinely excited, which was surprising. Talks with commanders were usually talks about policies, and those were never exciting.
“Well, you are the Queen, it’d take a dozen Moebius to keep us.” Bolearis said, making the Queen chuckle.
“I suppose that’s true. How are you both? Are the Castle supplies sufficient?”
“More than sufficient.” Zeon assured her.
“We get by just fine.” Bolearis added.
“That’s good. Good you arrived at the same time, too, that bodes well.”
What did that mean?
“Majesty, we have been wondering why you summoned us. The message only said for us to be present, not whatever it was we are required for.”
“My apologies, it’s not exactly something you could send in a formal message,” Her Majesty explained, raising more questions than answers, “Take a look at this.”
Bolearis and Zeon looked past Her Majesty to the ancient engraving. It seemed to show two beings fighting one another, the one on the right stabbing while the one on the left brought its sword down from above. Both were humanoid, but Bolearis didn’t know any human or monster that looked like either figure.
“You’ve both been made aware that one of the worlds that formed Aionios was a land called Bionis, correct?”
“Yes, your majesty.”
“The Bionis was not a continent in the way Aionios is. That being on the left with the sword of light, that was the Bionis.”
“Hold on, please. You mean to tell me that you inhabited a giant being?” Zeon asked.
“Correct, we did for as long as the world existed. Thousands upon thousands of years. It was only habitable as the titans were only ever moved on two occasions across all those aeons. There were three races of intelligent life on Bionis: nopon, homs and high entia. The nopon mainly inhabited Makna forest, on the lower back of the Bionis, but travelled all over. The homs and the high entia are two races you would both now know simply as humans, but there was a clear distinction in my world. Homs were akin to Bolearis here, while Zeon has high entia blood.”
“So high entia had… wings?” Bolearis asked. There were a few other differences between the two, but the lack of any Agnians with wings made Bolearis think that wings were the most likely distinguisher between homs and high entia.
“Correct. Though the high entia of my day looked different. Rather than the shoulder-length wings of myself, or the shorter still wings of Commander Zeon, a fully grown, pure-blooded high entia would have wings that went down to the ankles.”
“What changed?” Zeon asked, deeply interested. Bolearis was too, in truth. Physiological differences between fellow Kevesi weren’t something anybody cared to wonder about, they were a simple fact of life. Whether a person had wings or not was akin to the colour of a person’s hair. Her Majesty’s monologue, however, had Bolearis fascinated by Kevesi history.
“You see, the high entia chiefly presided in this region, the upper back of the Bionis.” She said, pointing with her staff, “Homs mainly settled in two places: the area below the hips, such as on the calves and thighs, and on the shoulder. While the homs on the lower Bionis spent much time unaware of the high entia’s existence, the homs on the shoulder were well-connected with us. As time went on, many high entia would have children by homs, and so high entia with smaller wings became more prominent. This compatibility of breeding between high entia and homs is what ultimately saved the high entia.”
“How?”
“The high entia were long-descended from a species of creature called the telethia, powerful beasts that obeyed the will of the villainous god Zanza, soul of the Bionis.” Melia said, making Bolearis furrow his brow in concentration at the amount of information he was being hit with. “When Zanza was afforded the opportunity, he sought to claim complete control over the world by destroying the Mechonis, the stabbing titan on the right. Your friend Lanz, and those with the same sturdy grey skin, were known as Machina in my world, and they hailed from Mechonis, as did the Great Sword. However, the people of Bionis resisted Zanza’s efforts for total control, and so he transformed the high entia back into telethia, so they would do his bidding.”
“That’s awful, even worse than makin’ the colonies fight. And you only avoided that because you were part homs?”
“Indeed. I am a member of the Royal Family of Antiqua, the rulers of the high entia. My ancestors knew of the danger Zanza would pose to the high entia should his power ever be unleashed, and so a custom was adopted by the Royal Family. Each emperor or empress would have two consorts: the first was to be a high entia, and the second a homs. This encouraged high entia to take on homs partners, and ultimately diluted the blood of the high entia enough for a large number of us to escape Zanza’s scheme. I was the daughter of the Emperor by his second consort, so I was left as heir when my brother, mothered by the first consort, was transformed into a telethia. As the high entia were the most powerful people left on Bionis once Zanza was killed, I was selected to be not only Empress of the high entia, but also to be Queen of Bionis when we engaged in talks with the people of Alrest - the world the Agnians descend from.”
“So that is why you are Queen,” Zeon said, fascinated, “But what does that have to do with our summons?”
“Correct. Nia’s story for becoming Queen of Alrest is much more amusing, and twice as lengthy, so you’d have to ask her for the details. As for your summons…”
Her Majesty tapped her staff to the ground, and a blue light enveloped the three, before the world flashed. When Bolearis’ eyes were working again, he found himself in what appeared to be a bedchamber, with a painting on one of the white-coated walls, and the comfiest looking bed Bolearis had ever seen, covered in purple bedsheets.
“I don’t believe tradition should hold much gravity in the world, especially not a tradition from an old world that served a purpose we no longer need. However…” Melia vanished her staff and shrugged off the shoulders of her gown, beginning to pull her arms free of the garb, “I was thinking we could replicate the part where I get to mate with a strapping young homs and high entia.”
“Y-Y-Your Majesty, I could ne-” Zeon stammered, his face turning as red as Noah’s sword.
“Melia. My name is Melia, and it is how you shall address me should you agree to join me in my bed.”
“M-Melia, I…” Bolearis started to say, not sure what order he should ask the hundreds of questions he had, “Why us?”
“To be honest, it is because I find you both attractive,” Melia said, “It was custom that the Royal Family would only mate with people of status, out of a desire to concentrate power in the hands of a few. While I believe there should be more to love than the power one inherits at birth, it seems some of that culture rubbed off on me, and your ability to reach your high positions as Commanders helps bolster your appeals greatly.” Her arms had both been pulled free, and she was ready to pull the dress down past the swell of her breasts. “Would I be correct in assuming that neither of you are virgins?”
“I… I am not. Juniper of Colony Tau and my Lieutenant Kite are a couple, and have invited me to join them before.”
“Me and Ethel are together. Got together once she was back and her memories returned.” Bolearis said, a little venom entering his words as he reminded Melia that Ethel had been lost.
“And would your relationship with Ethel be troubled by our coupling?”
“Ethel and Cammauravi are as much a couple as Ethel and me. I’m allowed to… y’know.”
“I believe I do. Very well, do you both agree to join me?” Melia asked, looking expectantly between them.
“Yes, Your Maje- Melia. I would be honoured to.” Zeon said.
Truth be told, even if Bolearis had his reservations about being in the Castle, he couldn’t deny the beauty of Melia. Stunning hair, beautifully shining wings, a regal yet welcoming attitude. He’d be a fool to say no.
“‘Course I do,” He said, “How do you like it?”
“Excellent. For starters, I like it with my dress off, ” She said. It didn’t take a genius to work out what she wanted, and Bolearis and Zeon both went to her sides to take gentle handfuls of the dress, “Careful, it’s delicate. The only part of me that is, I assure you.”
Slowly, carefully, intimately, Bolearis and Zeon pulled the dress down. They both looked with wonder and with lust as Melia’s breasts were revealed, perfectly perky with red nipples capping them off. Further the dress was pulled, past her ribcage and her navel, until it rested at her hips. The two instinctively stopped, scared to take the monumental step of exposing the Queen’s nethers.
“I believe I said I wanted my dress
off.
There’s only so much I can do with what’s above the waist, after all.” Bolearis didn’t know what made his gear tighter: the thought of what Melia
could
do with her top half, or her insistence that her bottom half be revealed also. With his usually steady hands, Bolearis pulled the fabric lower, his mouth starting to salivate as more and more royal skin was revealed. His breath hitched when her lower lips were unveiled, so juicy and inviting he actually groaned from how tight his crotch had become. To his side, Zeon seemed to have encountered the same issue.
Once the dress was at Melia’s calves, she kicked her heels off and stepped out of the gown, taking a few elegant steps forward. Zeon and Bolearis turned, greeted with Melia’s divine, bubbly butt.
“Queen’s beans,” Bolearis muttered, entranced by the sight.
“I’m afraid not,” Melia teased, turning on her heel and sitting on the edge of her bed, “It would appear my body is causing you both some discomfort. Perhaps undressing would alleviate that?”
“I… yes,” Zeon said, beginning to strip himself, starting with his shoulder guards before beginning to unbuckle the many clasps holding the complex uniform to his skin. Bolearis matched him, pulling his jacket off and following up by removing his top. He didn’t miss Melia’s lingering gaze on his muscular upper body, or how it kept flicking down to his crotch. Perhaps he imagined it, but he could swear Melia even bit her lip as he disrobed. With Bolearis’ gear much simpler than Zeon’s, he was able to pull his trousers off faster, leaving himself totally in the nude.
“My my, it would seem I chose correctly,” Melia said, reaching out a soft hand to clutch at Bolearis’ thick erection.
“Who were the oth- Ah- choices, Melia?” Bolearis asked, grunting softly as Melia began to slowly slide her hand upwards and downwards.
“For the homs? Noah, mainly. I considered choosing an Agnian, but I felt that wasn’t the same. Besides, there was something keeping me from picking both of them.”
“W-what was that?”
“None of them were quite as strapping as you~” Melia leaned over to kiss the crown of his cock as she pulled his foreskin back, making his mind short-circuit. “Ah, Zeon, at last.”
Zeon had finished disrobing, similarly erect and eager to Bolearis. Also similar was the length of his erection, though Bolearis noted with some strange sense of pride that he was a little thicker.
“Apologies, Your Majesty.” Zeon said, slightly red-faced. Bolearis supposed he’d been in a hurry.
“All you have to apologise for is calling me Your Majesty.” Melia told him, reaching out to Zeon’s own cock and giving him the same gentle treatment.
“Apologies, Your Ma- Melia.”
“That’s more like it.” Melia said, “Now, I’m terribly sorry Bolearis, but custom dictates that there be a first and second consort. As the high entia of the two of you, Zeon shall go first.” She pulled Zeon by the cock, guiding him to sit next to her.
“What should I do while I wait?” Bolearis asked, jealousy surging in him as Melia turned and softly kissed Zeon on the lips.
“Ethel tells me you’re a patient sort. So long as you’re ready when the time comes, you can do as you please.” Melia pulled away from Zeon with a light smack of the lips. She removed her hands from the men’s erections and placed both on Zeon’s shoulders, guiding him further to lie lengthways on the bed. “Now, Zeon, brace yourself.”
Zeon’s eyes went as wide as Aionios when Melia flung one of her thighs over him, hovering above his abs. Bolearis could see how Melia’s buttocks caressed his erection, rubbing it slowly. Melia braced her hands on Zeon’s pectorals for support, using them for purchase, and also a little pleasure
“M-Melia!” Zeon gasped as she rose up, his erection lined up with her entrance.
“Ah- ahh~” Melia sighed, a content smile on her face as she sank down on him. As she descended, Bolearis noticed the differences between Melia and Ethel. Melia was taking the shaft slowly, sinking down on it inch-by-inch, while Ethel preferred to take it all in one go. Where Melia planted her hands on Zeon’s chest, seeming eager to feel up the muscles, Ethel preferred playing with her own breasts while riding, rolling her nipples between her deft fingers. And while Ethel preferred to remain upright and bounce, making her huge tits shake gloriously, Melia opted to perform more of a flicking motion with her hips, making her bottom shake hypnotically.
Zeon and Bolearis each nourished their eyes with a different view. The blond man drank in the sight of Melia’s breasts swaying in the gravity as she pumped her hips back and forth, while Bolearis moved behind the pair and watched the ripples of her arse, as well as how tightly she gripped Zeon whenever her hips rose again, some of her walls being pulled out from the grip they exerted on the shaft.
“You can feel them, if it would please you,” Melia said, making Bolearis’ eyes flick back to the upper halves of their bodies. Slowly, uncertainly, Zeon’s hands came up and caressed Melia’s breasts, intimately stroking them. When Zeon’s thumb brushed against her nipple, Melia moaned properly for the first time. The sound was prettier than even Noah’s greatest melodies, sending pure ether running through both men’s veins. Zeon bucked upwards into Melia’s snatch, while Bolearis felt his knees buckle as he gripped his own erection tighter, masturbating slowly in order to not go over the edge prematurely.
“Do you like that?” Zeon asked.
“Hah~ what do you think, commander?” Melia asked. She bent over further, giving Bolearis an even greater view of her perky derriere. Before Zeon could answer, Melia bridged the gap between the two and planted her lips on Zeon’s, making his eyes widen comically. Bolearis’ keen eye saw how Zeon pinched Melia’s pink nipples in shock, and how Melia’s toes then curled.
“Hng- Melia, I’m not sure how much longer I can-”
“That’s okay, you’ve done enough. Come for your queen, Zeon, paint my insides white. Who knows, I may even have your child~” Melia purred, smiling deviously at him.
“Hrk-!” Zeon gasped, hips bucking frantically beneath Melia’s. She cooed and gasped as Zeon thrust as best he could, cock pulsing as it fired ropes of cum straight into Melia’s royal womb.
“Ah, good boy~” Melia sighed, waiting for Zeon’s orgasm to cease. When it finally did, she rose off the cock, allowing it to flop onto Zeon’s abs. “You did well, I’ve not enjoyed myself that much in a long time.”
“I- I’m glad I could be of service.” Zeon said, eyes closing. Bolearis didn’t blame him, being intimate with a queen would tire him out too, even if he was just on his back. The power of the orgasm would probably wipe anybody out.
“He won’t be up for a while,” Melia said quietly, watching as Zeon’s chest began to peacefully rise and fall. She summoned her staff and tapped it softly against the ground, enveloping Zeon in blue light before he vanished, Melia sitting on the bed in the place he’d now vacated, “That will take him to a private room to rest. It wouldn’t do for somebody to witness us.”
“Why not? You let me watch you two fu- have sex. Ma’am.” Even if he was buck nude and erect and presumably about to have sex with her, Bolearis felt weird using profanity around Melia.
“Well, that was a very queenly bout. This, hopefully, won’t be.” She said cryptically, making Bolearis even more confused. Rather than explain, however, Melia simply curled a finger in a clear come hither motion.
Not wanting to disobey, Bolearis did as she wished, standing in front of her. Melia’s tongue briefly flashed out, wetting her lips, before she leaned forwards once more. Rather than just kiss his erection, however, Melia’s lips parted, engulfing Bolearis’ glans in one motion.
“Spark!” Bolearis cussed, unable to help it. Whatever expectations he had for Melia, she blew them out of the water. Seeing Melia sucking him off was infinitely more orgasmic than the simple act of blowjob, and Bolearis was completely caught off guard.
Rather than pull up for air, Melia gave him a teasing look before pushing deeper, taking half his shaft, and making Bolearis go even crazier. She braced her hands on his toned thighs, digging in her fingers, before doing what even Ethel couldn’t: she hilted her lips on his cock, kissing the hairs at his base. He wasn’t proud of it, but Bolearis came then and there, gasping and bucking his hips as he came down her throat. Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes and embraced the bliss, the world falling away for a minute.
When he was done, he glanced back down. His flagging erection had been released, Melia’s mouth closed as she seemed to grapple with a pool of cum in her mouth. A trail of semen had leaked down from one of her nostrils, and a few of his pubic hairs clung to her lips. She looked about as far from regal as you could get.
“M-Ma’am I’m sorry-” He stammered, before Melia raised a finger to hush him.
With a loud gulp, Melia swallowed the load in her mouth. She rose to her feet and grabbed a nearby handkerchief, rubbing it over her face and blowing her nose into it.
“Apologies,” She said, “That load was more… more explosive than I had anticipated.” She said, summoning her Blade once more.
“M-Ma’am, please-!”
“Calm yourself,” Melia said, tapping her staff to the ground. Rather than the blue of teleportation, a pink glow permeated the air, an effect Bolearis had never seen before. It wasn’t hard to work out, though, not when his dick began to harden once more.
“How the
spark
are you-?”
“My powers are more than just combative. This was always a personal favourite of mine.” She said, eyes flicking down to his slicked-up erection, “I need you ready for what comes next.”
“What comes next?”
“Tell me, Bolearis, are you familiar with the act of roleplay?”
“You mean… acting?”
“Of a sort, yes. Have you heard of hate sex?”
“I… haven’t. Didn’t think you were meant to have sex with people you hate.”
“Mm,” she hummed, “Go to that cabinet under the painting. It may help you understand more.”
Bolearis obeyed his queen, walking towards the idyllic painting before kneeling over and opening the cabinet. There were a few knick-knacks he didn’t understand, and one he was all too familiar with. Hands trembling, he stood up, looking down at the dispassionate steel mask in horror.
“Why do you… what is this?”
“Though it was under the control of Moebius, my impostor was the one who threatened Colony 4 with the Annihilator. The one who sent Ethel on her mission to die in Maktha Wildwood. I imagine seeing me dressed in
her
garb, holding
her
staff, speaking in
her
voice, raises some conflicted emotions in you? Emotions you’d like to get out of your system in a healthy way that don’t constitute treason?”
Bolearis stammered something unintelligible as Melia lifted the mask from his hands and slipped it on. Bolearis stared into the closed slit-eyes as she stepped backwards, sitting on her royal bed. Rather than a more dignified position Bolearis would expect of the Queen, Melia laid on her back and held her legs up by the knees, keeping them together and pointing them at the ceiling.
“Given what you’ll be doing, this is my favourite position for the scenario,” Melia said, the slight muffle of the mask giving her voice the crueller edge of the false Queen.
“What do you mean, what I’ll be doing?”
“You deserve a fresh hole for the grievances you were caused. Given that there is nobody around to clean me, I shall instead offer the other one.”
“You don’t mean your…”
One of Melia’s hands left her legs and reached down to between her cheeks, spreading her rosebud - which seemed to glisten pink - with two fingers. “Bolearis, you shall have the honour of penetrating my arse. Punish me for the anguish I caused you and Colony 4, do not hold back!”
Though he’d been caught off guard, Bolearis had still been raised under the doctrine of Moebius. He was a warrior, driven to conquer. If his Commander fell in battle, he was to get revenge on the mudder responsible. And laid before him, her most intimate hole eager and willing, was the culprit. By that point, Melia would’ve had to use all her power to stop him from avenging Ethel.
With a noise akin to a battle cry, Bolearis surged forwards, pushing on her calves like a lever to raise her hips just enough to line his shaft to her entrance.
“This what you want? Then this is what you’ll get, you snuffing mudder!” He roared, pushing inside Melia in one clean thrust. Melia’s breath hitched in her throat, choking on a moan at the sudden, violent penetration. Bolearis wasn’t wasting any time getting used to her, though. He pounded her harder than he’d ever dared pound Ethel, rearranging her insides under his power.
“Ahh~” Melia cried, “Harder!”
Glad to follow that order, Bolearis got on the bed, pulling Melia’s hips with him until she was resting on her shoulders, being fucked into the mattress by Bolearis. Melia’s mask stared up at him coldly, itching fury into every fibre of Bolearis’ being. Unable to help himself, he hucked a wad of spit into his mouth before firing it at the mask, landing right across Melia’s metallic left eye. Melia gasped, in shock and in arousal.
“You dare spit in the face of your- hngah~ Queen?” Melia demanded, in a tone that likely would’ve made Bolearis soil himself if not for the squealing moan she emitted.
“Shut up!” Bolearis snapped, splitting her legs and pushing them down, curling her body in on itself further. More importantly, her juicy cunt, glistening in arousal, had been put on full display, a perfect target.
“Aieeee!” Melia squealed as Bolearis slapped his hand down on her pussy, her legs kicking uselessly in the air. He slapped it once more, before placing his palm on her clit and beginning to rub furiously.
“You like that?” Bolearis demanded, “Or do you want it harder?”
“Hah… harder-” Melia said breathily, bringing up her hands to roll her nipples between her fingers.
Bolearis hooked his hands under her thighs and started pulling her hips into his own with every thrust. Melia was past the point of coherence, the spit on her mask having slid down and dripped onto her plumage. Taken by a spark of inspiration, Bolearis got another wad of spit ready and fired again, this time getting it in her other wing. Clearly, Melia enjoyed the degradation, if the explosion of juices from her cunt and the quivering of her thighs was anything to do by. Her contractions extended to her arsehole, which squeezed down tightly on Bolearis’ shaft.
“Spark! I’m gonna cum!”
“Do it, Commander!” Melia urged him, “Cum for your Queen!”
Feeling his balls start to tighten, Bolearis pulled himself free of Melia’s warm embrace and aimed his angry shaft at her face. Whatever Melia’s power had done to revitalise his erection must have also increased his virility, because his orgasm was the largest he’d ever felt. Rope after rope fired out, glazing Melia’s evil mask in his seed. The explosive power of his orgasm was so much that his knees went weak, and his aim slipped. Ropes flew not just onto her mask but onto her majestic wings, matting the feathers together. Melia moaned under the downpour, and Bolearis could imagine the lusty smile on her royal face at this debasement.
Thoroughly spent, Bolearis’ knees finally gave in. He was barely able to twist out the way of Melia, instead flopping down on his back beside her. His chest heaved with exertion, and his eyelids grew heavy.
“Did that… alleviate some frustration, Commander?” Melia asked, breathless. Her voice was no longer muffled, and when he tilted his head over her saw she’d removed her mask and left it resting on her chest.
“Yeah, it did.” Bolearis said, “I’m sorry I-”
“Oh trust me,” Melia said, reaching over and pecking him on the lips, “After that performance, you have nothing to apologise for. You could commit high treason and I’d give you a medal after an arsefucking like that one.”
“That’s nice,” Bolearis said, unconsciousness starting to take his weary body. The last thing he said before he drifted off was “What’s a medal?”
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The next day, Bolearis and Zeon wandered out of Keves Castle into Fort O’Virbus. The two Commanders were slightly dazed and very worn out after their exertions the day before. Once Bolearis had fallen unconscious, Melia had sent Bolearis to rest in a guest room while she brought Zeon back for a second round, which Zeon refused to share any details of. After that, she’d arranged accommodation for the two men’s soldiers (they’d expected to stay overnight, but getting rooms in the Castle was a pleasant upgrade for the guards) and brought Zeon, Bolearis and the guards for a meal with her, where the discussion turned to Melia’s old world. Melia was quizzed on all aspects of it, from politics to culture to wildlife, and Bolearis found that the Queen made fantastic company. Before the Commanders left, Melia approached Bolearis and gave him a parting gift.
“I thought you, Ethel and Cammauravi might have some fun with this,” Melia told him, showing off the large box being pulled towards the transports by a levis.
“Hold on… is that-?”
“The automaton fake queen, with the mask included? Yes, it is.” Melia said, “It’s not designed for… the pleasures we exchanged yesterday - I do not believe Z was a being of lust, and so he did not instruct Y to construct my automaton to be of sexual use - but it was designed to be even stronger than I.”
“... Is it?”
“Nearly. It lacks my mobility, and my intelligence, but it makes up for it in raw durability. It’s not constrained by human flesh, and so it can endure quite a beating.”
“So are you giving it to us as a training dummy, or…?”
“Oh, it was deactivated when I was freed from Origin, and disabled before even that, so it will be of no use to spar with. No, I imagine that Ethel has similarly strong feelings regarding that mask, and would like to vent her frustrations too. Take it back to Colony 4 as a gift.”
“Thank you, Melia,” Bolearis said, watching the box make its way to the transport.
“Good. Now, expect me to call upon you again - you’re one of Keves’ best, after all.”
“Y-Yes ma’am! Will that be for business or… pleasure?”
“I suppose you’ll have to wait and find out. Taking turns was fun, but I confess I’m rather intrigued by the prospect of taking you both at once.”
Turns out, Bolearis was also intrigued by the idea, if the twitch in his pants was anything to go by. “I’ll make sure I’m available.”
“Excellent. I’m afraid I must say farewell, I’ve another meeting to arrange, and this one looks to be far less enjoyable.”
“I understand. See you soon, Your Majesty.”
As Bolearis stepped onto his transport, headed back to Colony 4, he wondered if he could persuade Melia to visit Colony 4. After all, good as a punching bag was, he imagined Ethel would have just as fun getting back at Her Majesty as he did.