Chapter 1

Queen Ellendere waited.

Time had frozen upon her orders. Counselors and wise-women looked at each other, or into their empty plates. Looking at their reflections before the world broke them apart.

Well, there was nothing to be done about it. Her heart thudded in her chest as every second trickled down into the abyss, lost forever. Tension flowed around the room in droves, hammering each of them into an unrecognizable mess. Tension, and something else. Lia did not acknowledge it. It wasn’t meant to be yet.

To be fair, it wasn’t meant to be forever. Maybe in her bed, with her new husband, explaining to him in whispers that yes, this was okay. Yes, this was right. No, don’t be afraid of hurting me. But there was to be no husband now. The world had come tumbling around them, and they’d sat ensconced in their walls of stone, never expecting that the Undead army would lay it down, brick by brick. Including her. Her timely surrender had spared her city.

Each of them tensed as the sound of laughter approached. Some eyed her, begging. Didn’t they understand? She didn’t want them to beg. She hoped they wouldn’t defy her last royal decree. Hoped that in the end, she was still their queen. The door to the throne room slammed open, and in walked Erik the Conqueror, leader of the Undead Army. He was of formidable build, matching the descriptions she had had delivered to her months ago when the sun still shone and everything was a bad dream that would go away like it always does and—

Click.

He was carrying a chain. The undead had already surrounded the counselors and the Court of Justice. She took a deep breath, and followed the line of the chain. Women, royal women, dragged alongside it. Each of them were physically royal, marked by the color of their hair, the complexion of their skins, their eyes, and in some cases, they were even allowed to keep on wearing their royal adornments. Everything about these women was unique. The only thing they shared was their defeated look. The look that signified that they weren’t royalty anymore. They were Erik’s royal harem.

And soon, she would join them.

But, she had resolved, as she stepped down from the throne. She had thought long and hard, and realized that as a queen, she would have to keep on fighting. This was her fight. Her soldiers had lost, but she hadn’t. Even in his harem, she would keep on resisting. The only thought she could spare her abandoned people was that they would see as she did. Not see her as someone who had left her country — and herself, — to the wolves, but as someone who kept fighting even when stripped naked. She hoped they would rally behind that.

“Queen Ellendere,” his voice boomed across the hall. She refused to be startled. “I got your letter of acceptance.”

“So you did. Spare my people.”

“Noble. Your very last action as a free woman.”

“I’ll still be my own woman,” she said, head held up in defiance.

He snickered. “We’ll see.”

Her court watched as he approached her. He was even larger up close, foul breath emanating out of him with every loud exhale. Then snap. She was on the floor, her brain tumbling inside of her head. He had slapped her. Laughter rumbled across the room as his Undeads laughed alongside him. Remarkably, she remained calm, and glared up at him, spitting at his feet.

“I like it when they’re feisty,” he said, unbuckling his belt. Of course, he was going to take her right here. With half her family in attendance, unable to leave. He would break their spirits this way. But not hers. She retained her dignified look, even as he dragged her by the hair back to the throne. She kneeled beside it, and he sat down on it, his manhood already out. The sheer size of it made her gulp. With another swift tug of her hair, he had her impaled on it. The taste stung her very being. Bitter and metallic and sweaty. He nonchalantly began talking to her advisors, some of whom were no doubt happy with this turn of events. They discussed everything from finances to sanitation as she worked him up, jaw aching. All the while he talked, sometimes pushing her head, forcing her throat to accommodate him even as she gagged and coughed and sputtered. Once, while discussing the agricultural yield of the Milar province, he pulled her out and began rubbing his wet shaft across her face. Refused to be cowed, she had only glared up at him.

“Work the balls too,” was the only thing he said to her before her face was shoved into them. They were as nasty as the rest of his body, but she did her task diligently. She licked him all over, praying it would end soon. Her throat laxed eventually, and she was able to partially take him in and work at a pace she felt comfortable. The sounds of her slurping and sucking cock interspersed with the frightful voices of her court, and his booming assertions and sometimes, moans. Eventually, she had him in both of her hands, his testicles party in her mouth, and her glare pointed right at his stupid face. Her arms were beginning to burn at the pace she was pleasuring him, but he showed no signs of finishing.

“She still needs to learn,” he said, laughing. He lifted her in a scoop and dropped her on the table, head hanging below, positioned right next to his throbbing, wet, disgusting cock. “Watch,” he murmured, unbuttoning her dress. Her bare breasts felt the cold for a second, before his warm hands enveloped them. Then the world turned dark as he plunged into her. Her lungs burned as he continued to pummel her. His balls slammed against her face as he massaged himself with his throat, over and over. “Watch, as I take your queen.”

Were these awful sounds coming out of her? She didn’t care. She tried pushing him away, to relieve the burning in her lungs, but he was relentless. The few seconds he let her have every now and then only reinforced her terror. Eventually, he parked himself inside, just barely letting her breathe. The flood of relief inside of her was too much to bear. She did not want to die in such a pathetic manner. The chain rattled, and a click sounded. Someone approached, and climbed the table. Then her dress was being fumbled with. She half-heartedly tried to resist, but his massive arms pinned her down. Her legs were spread apart as she was bared. And then her wetness was exposed for the whole world to see. Soft fingers ran down her slit and she couldn’t help but release a moan.