King Artus paced around his council chamber as the messenger
delivered yet more bad news.
“...and so, His
Majesty Gyfardd will not be sending his fleet to our aid.”
The air in the room
was tense. Gyfardd and his fleet had been the last hope of his
kingdom. Not far off the coast of his capital sat the immense armada
of the Droskyn empire. Artus’s own navy had already been smashed to
pieces while attempting to drive them off. It was a desperate to
expect another man to send his forces to their certain doom like
that. The king sighed.
“Has the Droskyn
fleet made any movements since this morning?” he asked.
“Truthfully, sire
I cannot say. Several hours ago a thick fog settled along the coast
and it has yet to lift.”
“Well it’s
unlikely the empire would let us out of their jaws because of a
little bad weather. I have made up my mind. Prepare to send an envoy
to the Droskyn. We will acce-”
“Your Majesty, do
not give up yet.”
Standing in the
doorway of the chamber was Queen Sela. As much as he loved her, Artus
was not in the mood for her interjection right now.
“Sela my dear, we
are defeated. No one is coming to our aid. It is better to negotiate
now than have the Droskyn lay siege to our cities and burn the
kingdom to the ground.”
“I beg you not to
have so little faith in your wife. Follow me and I will show you
cause for hope.”
Artus knew the smile
that now rested on Sela’s face well. She wanted to improve his
spirits in the way that only a wife can. The king finally understood.
Things would remain at a standstill until the fog dissipated anyway.
“Ahem. Very well.
I will accompany the queen. If the fleet makes any sudden moves, find
me immediately.”
With that, the royal
couple left the council chamber behind. Sela led her husband through
the corridors of the castle towards the bath hall. It wouldn’t be
the first time they had used the hot-spring fed baths for a tryst,
but truth be told Artus wasn’t quite in the mood for anything
relating to water. It was said that the construction of baths
pre-dated the rest of the castle by some time. Whatever great
civilization had built it vanished seemingly overnight. That was yet
another unsettling thought given the current circumstances.
Sela closed the
great doors to the hall behind them as they entered.
“Now
my king, gaze upon the bath and see your cause for joy!” she
exclaimed.
Artus approached the
gurgling water. There seemed to be more steam rising from it than
usual and the fragrance of scented oils hung in the air. The king
peered through the vapors and saw what Sela must be talking about.
There were ships. Hundreds of toy ships spread across the water.
Someone had arranged them in the formation of a real fleet. Where had
she gotten all of these? And how were they supposed to help?
“Sela,
I need real ships. Not toys,” Artus sighed.
“I implore you my
dear, look more closely.”
Curious what she
could possibly mean, Artus bent down. One of the toys had drifted
towards the edge of the bath. It was incredibly detailed down to the
rigging on the sails. He could even see from the banners that it was
a model of a Droskyn galley. Then Artus saw a speck on the deck move.
Then another. There was one on the mast too excitedly gesturing.
“By
the gods… these aren’t toys. It’s the Droskyn fleet!” he
said, bolting upwards.
The queen embraced
him from behind once he was standing.
“That’s correct
my dear king. I have worked a great spell to deliver your enemy into
your-our hands.”
Artus could
feel Sela’s nipples harden through her gown against his back as she
continued to speak.
“Magic is such a
strange thing. Having so much power coursing through one’s body
stimulates all of your senses… it stimulates your appetites. You
followed me here expecting a wife’s comfort and you shall have it.”
She stepped back and
Artus heard her clothes fall to the floor. Taking the signal, he
fumbled to quickly disrobe himself. Once he was nude, Sela took his
hand and led him down the steps into the bath. Despite moving gently
the waves of the colossal pair entering the bath sent the Droskyn
formation into disarray. Artus was still taken aback by the situation
and wasn’t sure how to proceed. It wasn’t the first time he’d
been with Sela while others watched, but this a bit different from
their nuptial bed.
“Sela, how
should we best…make use of this opportunity?”
The queen plucked
one of the galleys out from the chaos and put it to her husband’s
chest.
“We should them
sailing across our bodies and dash them against the rocks of our
passion my lord.”
With that, Sela took
the half-inch long ship and began to drive it along Artus’s chest.
First around his nipple, then downward to the muscular lines of his
stomach and finally to the base of his shaft. Her elven touch was
delicate enough not to crush the ship itself so the crew enjoyed the
full journey. At the time, she was able to use just the right amount
of pressure to still elicit the right response from Artus. After
teasing him with detours from his groin, the queen left the ship in
the shadow of her husband’s hardening cock. She gently lifted his
member up, placed the galley below and held it there for the sailors
to understand their fate. To them, it looked like a mountain of flesh
was hovering above their heads. Sela let go and the ship was crushed,
sending the crew overboard or clinging to the ruddy skin of Artus’s
manhood for survival. The rush was immediate. Artus had never felt
more full of lust for his wife.
Sela giggled and
floated on her back in the middle of the tiny fleet.
“Now, me.”
The king waded over
and collected several of the ships in his hands. He was nowhere near
as dexterous as his wife so some were crushed as he grabbed them or
on contact with Sela’s skin. The queen still enjoyed the rough
feeling of crushed vessels. In her current condition it might even
have been preferable to a gentler approach. Artus ran one of the
larger ships into each of the islands that were his wife’s breasts.
He dragged them around the base and then slowly up towards her
mountainous nipples. It’s hard to say which sight would have been
terrifying: the view of the crew on the queen’s right nipple as
Artus’s tongue descended to grind them into his wife’s areola or
the view of the ship on the opposite breast knowing the same fate
awaited them. Sela gasped and panted as the king kissed and suckled
on her nipples. Her sensitivity from the magic meant she could feel
every minuscule sailor as they struggled to avoid getting swallowed,
crushed or thrown into the bath.
Sela
felt herself come when Artus brought his mouth to hers for a kiss,
transferring some of the unfortunate Droskyns to her mouth. When
Artus finally pulled back they were both ready for the main event.
The pair gathered as many of the remaining ships into the center of
the bath as they could. The imperial oarsman worked themselves to
exhaustion trying to escape the casual pace of the giants. When they
had assembled a satisfying flotilla, the couple stood facing each
other with the ships between them. The two embraced and Artus
lifted Sela by her legs. Some smaller ships ended up beached on the
king’s dick or tangled in his pubic hair as he raised it out the
water and towards his wife’s waiting opening. He
slammed forward, crushing the ships and anyone still aboard.
Sela was overwhelmed. The pleasure
of the collision and the thickness of her husband's cock combined to
send her spiraling into ecstasy. She screamed and cried as her body
was wracked with intense and overwhelming orgasms. The two leviathans
slamming their bodies into each other will full force generated
roiling tidal waves that smashed and drowned the remaining Droskyn
fleet. Some ships were pulled downward by the vacuum action when
Artus withdrew from his wife and then sent slamming back into her
womanhood when he plunged upward again. Each movement of their
lovemaking sent thousands of small ships crashing against the flesh
of the king and queen. Their wet bodies slapped together and they
felt the wood splinter under the pounding. Finally, Artus felt the
pleasure of his orgasm start to rise within him.
"Sela, I'm about to cum."
He could feel her walls tense around
the girth of his cock. Between them was the remains of what was once
the greatest fleet in the world. They were determined to finish the
job.
"Oh fill me up my king,"
Sela whimpered. "Give me your seed!"
The king obliged. With a mighty
thrust he drove his hips forward and buried himself to the hilt. His
balls tightened and his cock swelled with the first spurt of semen.
As he unloaded his load into the queen, Sela reached climax and felt
it course out of her. Inside, she could feel that her husband's
essence had reached her deepest parts along with some of the most
unfortunate of the Droskyns. The sensation was indescribable.
Feeling spent, Artus
withdrew from his wife and leaned back across the wall of the bath.
Very few of the Droskyn ships remained floating at this point. The
swirling currents had collected debris and stranded sailors in a few
larger groups throughout the water. Artus idly ran his fingers
through one of these groups, sending the flotsam careening on new
trajectories. Two groups of broken ships were moving towards each
other at high speed and the king squinted to see the survivors
bracing for impact aboard them. Sela interrupted before he could
properly observe the collision.
“Dear, there is
one ship still afloat. I think you should come take a look at it.”
Sela had waded over
to the opposite side of the bath while Artus rested. The king looked
at where she was pointing and immediately saw what she meant. Of
course. It was the Terror of the Seas.
The great Droskyn flagship. It was huge, crewed by the empire’s
fiercest marines and bristling
with ballista. Or at least it had been. Even shrunken,
it was still impressively larger than any of the other
ships their copulation had
already destroyed. It must
have been the work of its skilled crew that had brought it out of
harm’s way so far.
“What shall we do
wit-” Sela began to ask. Before she could finish, a bolt from one
of the Terror’s siege
crossbows shot up and into her arm. She
winced and Artus bolted to her side. He picked up the flagship in one
of his hands and began to de-fang it with the other. The
king pinched each of the
vessel’s ballista batteries between his fingers and tore them off.
If the artillerymen weren’t crushed by his godly digits it was
unlikely they would survive the immense fall down into the sudsy
water of the bath. The threat
gone, Artus turned to his wife and inspected her arm.
“Sela, are you
okay?” he asked.
“Yes, I think so.
I was more surprised than hurt. The bolt didn’t even pierce my
skin.”
She was right, there
was a small, blackish-blue welt where it must have impacted, but no
cut. These were weapons that punched through the hulls of warships
with ease and could even pierce the curtain walls of fortresses at
their normal size. Now they were less threatening than the bite of a
mosquito. Any sailors or officers still alive on the Terror
would have had to have realized the futility of their predicament at
this point.
“Even
so Sela, I think they deserve a special punishment for attacking my
beautiful queen. What would be fitting?” Artus pondered.
Sela
grinned and embraced her husband from his side. Her breasts rubbed
against Artus’s shoulder and he suddenly realized that he had
become hard again while dealing with the Terror.
The queen whispered huskily into his ear, “We should show them the
true terror of the sea
My Lord.”
Before
Artus could ask what she meant by that Sela had already plucked the
warship from his hand and knelt down in front of him. She took his
cock in one hand and the Terror
in the other and brought them side-by-side. Artus’s now fully
engorged member stood wider and much longer than the beleaguered
ship. In a playful voice Sela said, “Now of these two great
flagships, I wonder which is mightier? I think I’ll put their rams
to the test.”
Sela oriented the
bow of the Terror with
Artus’s head and began to push it into his tip. The formerly
immense timbers of the ship creaked and came apart
around the glans as Sela
increased the pressure. She
managed to push the ship
most of its length down her husband’s cock before she pulled it
back and pushed it forward again. The
king groaned in pleasure as the ship came to pieces from the force of
Sela’s handjob. It was a testament to the quality of the lumber of
the great northern forests and the skill of Droskyn shipwrights that
the Terror’s hull
lasted as long as it did as a sex toy. Before long however, Artus’s
balls roiled and he ejaculated with such force that his seed tore a
hole through the somehow still-intact aft of the flagship that
landed in Sela’s waiting mouth. Along with it had been the
remaining admirals of the Droskyn fleet who took
refuge in the center of their formerly invincible vessel. The queen
swallowed, putting any threat
of invasion from the sea to a permanent end.
---
The next morning,
the fog along the coast of Rettland finally cleared. Miraculously,
the grand Droskyn armada had disappeared along with it. At the right
pub, you might still hear a drunk fisherman’s tale of spying two
titanic shadows smashing the Droskyn fleet through the fog. Most
however believe the poor weather drove the fleet elsewhere and to its
doom. The good fortune of Rettland’s salvation and the following
announcement of Queen Sela’s pregnancy could only be divine
approval of the union between human and elvenkind. It would be some
time before anyone dared to threaten the peace of Rettland again.
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