Elise Olisbos (c) 2014 | email: eliseolisbos@yahoo.com website: http://www.asstr.org/~Elise_Olisbos/ Please leave my e-mail address attached if you archive this or share it with a friend. Don't post this anywhere else or for profit. Feedback is more than welcome. Check the codes for story content. ------------------------------ Title: The Empress of Shadows Author: Elise Olisbos Keywords/Codes: Biting; Implied Bestiality (not detailed, mentioned only); Egg-laying (not detailed, mentioned only); Fantasy themes; Fingering; Futanari/Dickgirls; Handjob; Humanoid; Incest; ff; Oral; Violence Summary: A new Empress celebrates her coronation. Ayis sat in the middle of the largest balcony of the Divine Citadel, the heavy cloth of her fine black robes fluttering slightly in the cold breeze. Layers of a lacy black veil covered the bottom half of her oval-shaped face, revealing only her large, brown eyes. Her long dark hair had been piled up on her head, and a single curl rested provocatively on the bare rise of her bosom. At this elevation, she could easily make out the pier at the edge of the city, the big black Taristalian warships floating almost serenely at the edge of the Salifro Sea. If she walked to the balcony's decorative iron railing and glanced down, she would be able to make out the massive crowd gathered in the Citadel's square, her banners waving proudly along the streets. However, she remained very still, arms crossing her chest: in her small, brown left hand she easily held the massive sword of her father Chathmim, the sixth emperor in the Taitari dynasty. Chathmim had perished in battle with the sand-demons just over a year ago, and his body had been sent back to the Divine Citadel in bloody chunks; that had been a severe blow to the people of Taristal, not to mention a stark insult. At least the sword, called Rukmarok, had known enough to return to its place on the wall in Chathmim's battle-room after his death. Rukmarok was also exceedingly stubborn, and Ayis had struggled with it for weeks before this coronation, until it had succumbed to her will. In her other hand, she held an intricately carved silver staff with a glass ball affixed to the end of it; the ball seemed half-filled with a murky substance that was not quite liquid, not quite smoke. This was Inyerion, a potent symbol of the House of Lathleiron. Legend claimed that it had been created and used centuries ago by the mighty Yedenke, first to bend the serpent-wraiths to her will. From behind, she could just make out the nervous shuffling of someone climbing the dais upon which she sat on the massive throne. The voice of the Chief Viscount Peri boomed out over her head, a reedy sound despite the magical enhancement. "Sekkoor Tarcho Teyayisse: Third of the House of Taitari," the Viscount said, "And first of the House of Lath—" the Viscount's voice faltered. A murmur ran through the crowd like a shadow being cast by an unknown monster. Ayis kept her chin up, tightening her grip on Rukmarok and Inyerion, waiting for the Viscount to compose himself. The House of Lathleiron was a clan which indeed inspired fear… and some loathing, of course. "First of the House of Lathleiron," the Viscount managed to continue; he was a tall but frail man, even though he was yet in his prime. Nonetheless, he picked his way through the rest of the speech with a determined air. "Taristal is your home, and its people your people. Upon Rukmarok the sword of Tetsook Koor Chathmim, son of SekLam Sook Inrimar: do you swear to wisely govern and fiercely protect your lands?" "This I swear," Ayis said, and was pleased to hear that her voice seemed steady. "And so you are crowned," Peri said and the cold circlet was placed on Ayis's forehead, delicately spanning from temple to temple. It seemed to hum with the history of her Taitari forebears. "Hail the Empress Sekkoor I, Seventh of the Taitari!" The crowd released a cheer; it didn't seem as hearty as Ayis would have expected, but she found she didn't care that much. Finally the House of Lathleiron had attained an even higher position … and Taristal was now theirs. --- Ayis allowed the guards to inspect her chambers; she had refused to move into the quarters once used by her father, since she had already established layers of protective wards on her own space. Let the Citadel guards do their checks if they wished; the serpent-wraiths bound to these rooms were formidable. The guards searched every available nook of the round sleeping-area and the attached bathing-rooms; they pulled the curtains for the two window-seats, and checked the storage trunks. The Chief Guard finally proffered a deep bow, the wide sleeves of his robes brushing the ground. "We deem your rooms are safe, your Majesty." Ayis nodded. "Dismissed," she said, quietly and the guards, all twelve of them, trooped out. The main entry doors, two tall wings made of thick stonewood, swung shut behind them. They would take up their posts along the corridors, and patrol this floor all through the night. Her coronation gala continued three levels down in the main hall, but Ayis had had enough of the harsh lights and the loud chatter. Rukmarok and Inyerion had been strapped to her back for the festivities and now she removed the sword, and placed it to rest on two metal hooks beside the door. It rattled for a few moments on the hooks, metal scraping against metal, but ceased when Ayis gave it a stern look. "You belong there now," she told it, and Rukmarok gave one final, disobedient clatter before it went still again. Ayis held up Inyerion, gazing into its glass ball. The substance shifted from one side to another, oozing along the gleaming surface. "Precious Inyerion," Ayis said warmly and the shadowy substance poured itself upwards in a series of happy little drips, gathering in the roof of the ball before raining back down to the bottom. Ayis smiled at it as she loosened her grip and then removed her hand completely. That staff hovered for a few moments and then spun in the air, starting out slowly and speeding up to rotate so fast that it seemed like a circular blur. A sharp crack seemed to split the air and the long shape of Inyerion compressed into that of a black hair-comb. Ayis caught it as it tumbled towards the floor, and slid it into her tresses, just behind her left ear. For a few moments, she stood there running her fingers through the wavy strands, which had been released from that severe coronation style into its current loose fall past the curve of her bottom. Making her way over to the three-sided mirror, Ayis removed the light-grey gala-robes and hung them over a nearby stool. The tight-fitting garment of chain-mail was the next to be discarded and she released a long exhale of relief to be rid of its weight. The new empress of Taristal, now clad only in her sheer under-garment, stared at the lines of her body. The under-garment had thin, fine straps, and was split on both sides, all the way to the top of her hips. The black material contrasted nicely against her skin, which was brown like the sweet spice called lithel, used in traditional confections. With her hands on her hips, she turned from one side to the other. She was not as voluptuously built as her father's favourite mistress, Caslin, who had huge tits and an impossibly narrow waist, but at least Ayis's breasts were now large enough to satisfy her critical eye. "They will grow!" Caslin had exclaimed about four years ago, when Ayis was twelve and childishly despondent over her perceived lack of figure. "Give them a few years, tiny princess!" She'd laughed and had jokingly pinched one of Ayis's small nipples. They had indeed grown, pressing firmly against the gauzy material of her undergarment… even though Ayis hadn't gained any more height herself, much to her chagrin. "Fen," she spoke suddenly to the empty room, and waited. After a weighty pause, the reflection on her left dissolved into a dark shape, and simply stepped out of the frame. Once the figure had emerged, the shadow resolved itself to a girl who seemed the same age as Ayis, dressed in plain, dark clothing. She possessed the same brown skin as Ayis, and a similar shade of hair, though her curls were shorn short. In fact, all the features of the girl's face were eerily similar to Ayis's, except for her eyes: instead of the light brown, they were pale yellow sclera, green irises and a black vertical pupil. Another obvious difference was their height; the other girl was a good head taller than Ayis. This girl was Fenoro, another daughter of Lady Visyi, Ayis's mother. Fenoro was not fully human, but the product of Visyi's youthful copulation with a serpent-wraith. As a matter of fact, Visyi had mated with both the serpent-wraith and Chathmim in the same night. Visyi had given birth to a girl and a black egg at the end of her pregnancy. The girl had been named the child of Chathmim, confirmed by all the bloodspells and the Princess Tarcho Teyayisse had been sent to live at the Divine Citadel when she was yet a few months old. The egg had hatched at about that time, and the child which had emerged had been named Fenoro, after the most powerful of Yedenke's familiars. There were very few who knew of the existence of the princess's twin, but the House of Lathleiron was good at keeping secrets. Fenoro's serpentine gaze now flickered towards the door. "Your guards are shit as usual, Teya," she commented in that flat, offhand manner of hers. Ayis shrugged at Fenoro's assessment; in comparison to the shadowy operatives of Lathleiron, most security forces were no match. "Did you hear anything in the crowd?" Ayis asked. Fenoro stepped around to stand behind her shorter twin, her feet hardly making a sound on the stone floor. Fenoro's boots were made of a soft, dark material, and her loose black trousers covered her enviably long legs. Underneath her short cloak with its huge cowl, the mounds of her tits almost spilled over the straight neckline of her sturdy bustiere. A black scarf was coiled loosely around her neck; Fenoro usually dragged it up to conceal the lower half of her face whenever she was on a mission. Fenoro wrapped her arms around Ayis's waist and pulled her close, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Most of your new subjects are wary, is all. A few are outright against you, but I took care of them." She bent her knees a little and pressed her crotch against her sister's bottom, hips writhing in tiny, promising circles. The young Empress's eyes went half-lidded at the sensation of the hard, warm cock pressing against the crack of her ass. Fenoro's snake-wraith heritage had given her such interesting anatomy, a commingling of a male prick and a female cunt just underneath it. "You took care of them?" Ayis said, her voice breathless; she sounded nothing like a recently crowned Empress, regal and firm. Fenoro nodded and smiled widely, revealing yet another difference between herself and her twin: the two sharp fangs in the top row of her teeth. "Yes," Fenoro said. She kissed the tip of her sister's ear, one hand pulling up the cloth of Ayis's thin shift. "Just the way I take care of everything else for you, bi'yisk'ardia." Everything else; like Ayis's eldest sister Sekkoor Vallish, First of the House of Taitari; Vallish's boat had sank in the Salifro when she and her husband been out on a quick sailing spree. Or like the Second of the House of Taitari, Ayis's brother Tetkoor Ilahim, who had broken his neck in a fall from his normally trusty mount. Both had perished before they had a chance to be crowned. There were three younger children in the House of Taitari, babies really; still, they had their own maternal Houses with keen senses of ambition. Ayis had a right to be wary of them and she depended on the House of Lathleiron for their shadowy protection. Fenoro had finally managed to slip her hand between Ayis's legs, rubbing the moist cunt lips. Ayis moaned and writhed, rubbing her ass against the insistent rod prodding her from behind. Their layers of clothing still separated them. With mounting lust, she tugged away the fondling hand from between her legs and turned around, placing her own hand firmly on Fenoro's chest and pushing as sharply as she could. Fenoro stepped back towards the bed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her full lips as they made their way across the room. "Remove your clothes," Ayis commanded as they reached their destination. Fenoro's smile grew wider and yet darker at the same time. "As you command, your Majesty," she replied and pulled off her cloak and scarf, dropping them onto the floor. Her top, boots and trousers followed soon after, landing with heavy thumps which indicated Fenoro's many hidden weapons. Fenoro settled on the bed and lay back against the pillows, one hand resting behind her head, the other grasping her erect cock and pumping it slowly. Ayis let her gaze trail down Fenoro's mostly lean form; her tits, now freed of the restrictive bustiere, were big and firm; the dip at her waist and the slight flare of her hips. Her attention fixed on the rigid flesh gripped by Fenoro's slender and talented fingers. Ayis had seen enough cocks in her lifetime, from the chattel-fights she had frequented with her father. Fenoro's was nicely long and plump, a thin trail of jizz dribbling from the slit. Ayis wondered if it would get any bigger as they got older. Ayis hitched up her thin garment and climbed unto the bed, straddling her twin's waist. "What do you want tonight, my dear Fen? Your Empress's cunny, or her tight ass?" she asked with a smile, tugging one of Fenoro's nipples. She smiled at the other girl's indrawn breath and gave it a nearly vicious twist. Fenoro arched up, her mouth falling open to release a sharp gasp. "If your Majesty would be so kind," Fenoro answered, breathlessly, "as to allow me the use of her sweet cunt." Ayis offered what she hoped was a haughty little smile. "You'll have to get it all wet, then," even though her pussy felt very ready to take her sister's cock. Fen's gaze was fixed on her twin's face, reminding Ayis of when they had first met. A few weeks before their eleventh birthday, their mother the Lady Visyi had arrived at the Citadel on the pretext of visiting with the princess. She had been accompanied by a large retinue of attendants dressed in head-to-toe black robes, the silver Lathleiron crest of entwined snake-wraiths emblazoned on their backs. Lady Visyi had arranged a formal meeting with her daughter, sweeping into the suites of the young princess with only one companion in tow. "Hail, bi'yost'i," Visyi had said, gazing down at Ayis with a sort of cool interest. She was tall, and dark-skinned, her high cheekbones and wide eyes giving her a sharply defined beauty. "You are aware of your bi'yisk'ardia, yes?" Visyi's speech was peppered with words from a language which had originated in the Western Islands, home of the ancestors of the Lathleiron clan. Ayis knew that bi'yost'i meant my child, but later that night she looked up the meaning of bi'yisk'ardia: mate-of-the-womb. "Yes, Lady Visyi," Ayis had said, standing up straight with her hands clasped in front of her, as befitting a child of the Emperor. Lady Visyi had arched one dark eyebrow; then she nodded at the young companion, who had removed their veil quickly. Fenoro's hair had been just as long as Ayis's at the time, and the half snake-wraith child had stepped forward in a gliding step, taking both of Ayis's hands in hers. Ayis had stared at her, not knowing how to manage the intense surge of emotions inside her chest at her twin's touch. She had felt shaky all over, watching with wide eyes as her twin had bent forward to kiss the backs of her smaller hands. "Hail, Princess Tarcho Teyayisse," the girl had murmured. "I am SekVisyi Fenoro. My family calls me Iyo, but you must call me Fen." Her thumbs stroked across skin of Ayis's hands, leaving a warm trail in their wake. Her gaze remained intent on Ayis's face. "My own name for you will be Teya, yes?" Dazed, the young princess had agreed, and her sister had leaned close to kiss her cheek softly. "I am very glad to meet you, Teya." Her breath and hair had both tickled Ayis's cheek and she remembered trembling in pleasure. Just as she shivered now as she knelt over her sister's face. Her knees slid apart on the smooth bed-covers, and Fenoro gripped Ayis'ss waist, pulling her down to fasten her lips in a greedy kiss with the pouting bare labia. Ayis moaned as Fen's tongue swiped up one side of her sensitive slit and slid down the other. The tip of that wet muscle found the jutting knob of Ayis's clit and urged it to grow even more. Ayis felt as if she was constantly creaming into her sister's mouth. Ayis grunted, rocking in time with Fen's jabbing tongue; obscene slurping sounds emanated from between her legs, and Ayis kneaded her own breasts wantonly, even as Fenoro's hands slipped down to grip the firm globes of her bottom, pulling them apart now and again to expose the tight muscle of her asshole. "Mmm," Fen hummed and Ayis bucked almost out of control at the mercy of her sister's mouth. She groaned in complaint as Fen stopped abruptly and slid from underneath her, moving with her wraith-like speed to kneel behind Ayis. Fen seized a handful of her twin's long hair, wrapping it once around her wrist and pushing forward harshly. Ayis's breasts shook at the movement, the nipples almost painfully erect as they poked at the soft material of the garment she still wore. She ended up with her cheek pressed against a pile of silken pillows, ass up in the air, the material of her under-garment gathered around her waist. She felt the warm, thick head of Fen's cock stroking at her entrance, still dripping with saliva and her own juices. Ayis whimpered at Fen's first hard thrust, feeling as if her breath went out with the withdrawing motion of her twin's cock. Fen thrust in again and again, impaling the quivering wet snatch with long, hard strokes. Ayis imagined she could feel every throbbing vein of Fen's dick as it rammed into her repeatedly. She loved the increasingly feverish movement of their bodies, Fen's hips grinding up against the curve of Ayis's bottom. "More, more!" Ayis pleaded, writhing under the assault. "Fen, please!" "More… what?" Fen grunted between fierce thrusts. She bent close, nipples stroking against Ayis's back. Mindlessly, all Ayis could repeat was, "More. More." "Your pussy is so very tight," Fen said in her twin's ear, both hands now gripping Ayis's hips almost to the point of pain; her short nails dug into skin and Ayis knew that a series of half-moon marks would remain for quite a few hours. "I could fuck the royal hole all day." She panted hoarsely against Ayis's neck as their movements became even more erratic. "Do it," Ayis begged, her thighs trembling with anticipation of climax. "Please." She could feel her inner walls gripping her twin's pistoning pole. She screamed as Fen gave one hard, final thrust, cock pulsing gushes of hot spunk deep inside her; but Fen had also sank her sharp teeth into Ayis's shoulder, wrenching that desperate cry out of her twin. Like any snake-wraith, Fenoro had a venomous bite, and she was able to control the level of toxicity. Yet, Ayis was a direct descendant of Yedenke and the current wielder of Inyerion. Besides, this was not the first time she had been bitten by a passionate snake-wraith. The bite itself was wonderfully agonising, a delicious counterpoint to the throbbing pleasure of Fen's prick; Ayis bucked wildly as Fen's toxin coursed through her blood and her pussy was flooded with cum. The sensation of her body producing counteragents to her twin's venom rapidly set off another series of climatic aftershocks. Fenoro's sharp teeth eased out of the two puncture-wounds, just as her softening prick slipped out of Ayis, cum oozing out from between her puffy cunt-lips. Two perfectly formed drops of blood fell from the Empress's neck on the nearest pillow, stark against the pale material. Ayis collapsed unto her side and rolled onto her back, releasing quiet, satisfied moans. Fen settled close beside her and Ayis reached between her sister's long legs, fondling her poor forgotten pussy. Her fingers encountered slickness and she pushed two of her fingers deeper into the warm folds, twisting them; Fenoro grunted, obviously over-sensitive, and grabbed Ayis's wrist. "Let your Teya do as she wishes," Ayis commanded gently, and Fen obeyed, allowing Ayis to stroke inside her tight passage. She moaned, and Ayis kissed her parted lips, hand moving faster. Fenoro's cock twitched, and began to fill once more, the broad head bobbing upwards slowly. Ayis knew that her twin recovered fairly quickly; they were young and hungry for each other. Within a few moments, they would be frantically fucking again. In the shadowy ceiling, the wards buzzed almost angrily and Ayis jerked upwards, startled. Fen seized her and rolled off the edge of the bed; just in time, for a huge fireball shattered through the closest window and landed where they'd been lying just a few moments ago. The bed burst into blue flames, clearly fuelled by dragon-oil, and the room filled with searing heat and smoke. The snake-wraiths hissed, and their ethereal forms swarmed down from their posts in the high ceiling, leaping for the flames. As they smothered the fire, Fenoro gathered Ayis into her arms with ease and leapt for the arched doorway which led to the bathing rooms, an area which had not yet been invaded by the fire. As soon as they reached the threshold, Fenoro set the young Empress on her feet and stepped back. Ayis watched the snake-wraiths do their work with narrowed eyes; it had been an admirable attempt, she mused, but her would-be assassins had not counted on the alertness of her wards, nor the speed of her sister and the snake-wraiths. Within a few moments, the fire was out and the wraiths tumbled over to Ayis like an ocean of black mist, eager for the approval of their mistress. "You all did very well," Ayis crooned at them, touching their heads. "No one is hurt? Good. Go back now, and rest." As the snake-wraiths slipped back up to the ceiling, Ayis turned to find Fen fully dressed, her cowl pulled up over her head and scarf affixed over her mouth. She went down on one knee, the knuckles of one hand resting lightly on the ground, head bent. "Your orders?" she murmured. "Find them," the Empress replied, tone icy. "They will have the stink of dragon-oil on them, and they can't have gone far." Fen nodded, the picture of compete obedience. Her entire frame was drawn taut, ready to depart as soon as instructed. Ayis gazed at her for a moment, regretting the concealment of her body. She had wanted to take Fen's cock into her mouth, savour her own essence smeared over her sister's warm flesh. She continued: "Make sure you find out who engaged their services. Deal with them as you see fit." Ayis paused, then reached out to stroke Fenoro's cheek. "Then return, so that your Teya can have you again. Go." Fenoro turned her head and pressed her lips to Ayis's palm. Then she rose and the outline of her form became hazy and dark. She flitted to the destroyed window, almost faster than the eye could follow, and slipped out silently. After a moment's thought, Ayis summoned one of her wraiths, one of the older ones. The younger snake-wraiths were easily distracted, and she needed one who would focus on the task at hand. "Sikis," she called, and the wraith was at her side almost instantly, a soft hiss escaping the ghostly form. "Follow Fenoro and assist her, if necessary. Come back with news as soon as you can." As Sikis flickered out of the broken window in Fen's wake, Ayis located a thick robe and put it on, making sure that she obscured the marks Fenoro had left on her body; by tomorrow, they would have faded, but she could hear the clamour out in the corridor which signalled the tardy approach of the guard. An urgent knock sounded at the door and at Ayis's acknowledgement, the Captain practically fell into the room, eyes wild. He took in the charred bed with shock and blinked at the Empress, who gazed calmly back at him. "Your Majesty," he said in a trembling voice. "Are… are you all right?" "I am well," she answered, a small smile lifting her lips. "I have apparently survived the first attempt on my life as an Empress." "Your Majesty!" The Captain gripped the door-knob, his cheeks ashen. Ayis felt a surprising wave of pity for him. "I will start the investigations right away!" "I trust in your hard work," Ayis said, even though she would have safely wagered that Fenoro and Sikis had already caught up with the perpetrators. The Captain stumbled away, shouting for the rest of his squad. Ayis stood alone in her ruined room, one hand absently touching Inyerion in her hair. It vibrated lightly under her fingers, as if reassuring her. "Hail the Empress of Shadows," she whispered wryly, and overhead the snake-wraiths released a hissing applause. fin ------------------------------ email: eliseolisbos@yahoo.com website: http://www.asstr.org/~Elise_Olisbos/ Please leave my e-mail address attached if you archive this or share it with a friend.