Chapter 55: The Court of the Naga Empress

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.

Kurtis – The Forbidden City, The Empire of Shizhuth

My stomach tightened into knots as I stood before the Empress of Shizhuth. I couldn’t show any weakness before the crimson-scaled naga. A bead of sweat appeared on my forehead. I wanted to wipe it away as she stared at my moon maiden.

My Diane.

“Yesssss, yessssss, she’s perfect for my collection,” continued the empress. Her tail rasped together, the sound of dry scales rubbing on dry scales sent a shiver down my spine.

“Collection, Your Majesty?” I asked cautiously.

“Yessss.” Empress Szialianith snapped her finger.

A door creaked open on the side of the throne room. From it, emerged a man with brown skin. A big and brawny man that, despite his physical strength, looked broken, his head bowed. He led out three dusky-skinned and willowy women who sauntered with preternatural beauty. They were not human despite the superficial appearance. They wore gold bracers on their wrists and gauzy veils that covered their noses and mouths. More silk wrapped around their breasts and hips.

“My efreet and his three djinn,” the naga cooed. “They worship me now, don’t you, my jewelssss.” “Yes, Mistress,” the three djinn purred.

I knew about djinn and efreet from the stories of Sir Angela and her quest. Efreet were demigods that owned harem of djinn. Basically, the efreets were the males of their race. Their powers differed, though. The djinn were skilled at illusions and served their efreet masters.

Efreet were proud. This one had been broken.

Next, a unicorn pranced out, her coat white, her own silver that matched her mane. A golden-haired girl with a red tinge to her skin rode the creature. Both paused to bow to the empress. A unicorn and her mate.

The next to walk out was a pale-skin woman with big boobs and golden hair. She had a curvy sway to her. There was nothing all that spectacular about her. A beautiful Zeutchian human. My brow furrowed in confusion.

“She’s my clockwork,” said the empress. “I only have one of the models, but maybe someday ... It is the joy of collecting, know, the anticipation of adding to your delights.”

“Of course,” I said, my throat tight.

The last one to come out was a woman with blonde hair and white wings that thrust from her back. A halo of gold hovered over her head. I arched my eyebrows at the sight of an angel. They served Pater and Slata. The daughters of Pater and Biaute, angels were all gorgeous women.

“She was so difficult to collar,” said the empress, “but she is my jewel. Worthy of being in my collection.”

“Only the most exotic, of course, Your Majesty,” I said, that beat of sweat working down my brow to my eyebrow. “That is what you deserve.”

“Mmm, indeed.” She stared at Diane. “And now a moon maiden. Oh, she will be a jewel in my collection.”

I swallowed and stepped forward. “I’m afraid she is not a gift.”

The naga’s face went as still as a dark pool. I drew out my ambassadorial seal and held it out before me as she regarded me. The tip of her tail twitched. I could feel the order coming. She just had to bark a command, and all her soldiers would attack us.

We would not last long.

“Not a gift?” Empress hissed, her voice dry and deathly. “You come to my court and offer me nothing, Ambassssador?”

“Not at all,” I said and turned around, snapping my fingers. Princess Naryu swayed forward and produced the diadem. “Of course, I have a gift for you.” I held the platinum band with the pink diamond. “A gift worthy of the Empress of the Shizhuth. Of a Goddess, Your Majesty. I have for you the Diadem of Slata.”

Her head cocked as I held it out before me. Her tongue tasted the air.

“Any woman who wears this artifact forged by the God Krab himself will be Empress of their own destiny!”

I stood there, holding it out before me, as her slitted eyes stared at it. She swayed from side to side like she was considering it or not. I would not let her have Diane or one of my other women. I would find a way to stop her if it came to that.

The empress’s emotions were locked down tight. She had an adamantium will. Hardly anything stirred in her at all. Nothing I could manipulate with ease. This wasn’t Zianamilizzi. The empress had devoured her emotions to hold the dread throne of Shizhuth.

“A princely gift, Ambassssador,” she hissed, inclining her head by a fraction of a gesture.

One of the trembling lamia who huddled around her throne darted out. The black chain that kept her bound to the throne snaked out behind her. It had just enough slack for her to reach me. She took it and darted back to the queen.

The naga lowered her head enough for her slave to put the diadem on her. The platinum band gleamed amid the red curls. The lamia started to pull back when the queen’s head darted in to kiss the lamia on the neck.

The lamia stiffened.

It was no kiss, but a bite. The queen drew back her head, leaving four puncture wounds on the lamia’s neck. Her cat tail stiffened. She yowled in fear and darted from the throne. She took three steps before she fell onto the ground and convulsed.

Horror seized me as I watched her writhing on the ground. Foam flecked her lips. A necrotic black spread from the wound on her neck, devouring her skin. My women gasped behind me. Lasla sucked in her breath and Nephi growled.

“What?” I demanded, horrified that the naga empress had just murdered one of her slaves.

Amusement danced on the naga’s lips. Her fingers tapped on the armrests of her throne. “She touched something so precious when she is so unworthy.”

I wanted to vomit. I fought against it as the lamia gurgled one last time and went limp. Her foamy spittle dripped from her mouth to lie on the floor. The other lamia cowered around the throne, their ears laid back and tails stiff.

“My, my, what an unusual collection you have made, Ambassssador,” cooed the naga as if she hadn’t just murdered one of her slaves. “Your own harem of delights beside your lovely moon maiden.” Her expression tightened just for a moment, her hands gripping the armrests before they relaxed. “Mmm, yes, yes, just impressive. A sphinx. A pair of rakshasa princesses, a fairy prince, a demon, a tamed panthopus, and a troll. My, my, what a remarkable specimen he is. How did you obtain him?”

“I fought him and his sister in the arena with my own sister at my side.” I glanced to Pyrriah who stood stiffly. I could feel the anger burning off her. “She defeated the troll and forced him to yield.”

“Indeed,” the naga said. Her tongue flicked out once more. “You speak true. Very impressive.”

Murmurs drifted from the watching courtiers. None had voiced an objection to the lamia’s murder, and now they were all interested in me. Zianamilizzi was right. We would create quite the stir when we came here with our company.

That was ... worrisome.

“I have long been breeding trolls,” continued Empress Szialianith. “My shadowmancers have been working on it for decades. A very interesting experiment that has yielded some ... surprising variations in the brutish species.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I nodded. I didn’t trust myself not to call out this terrible creature for what she did to her slave. The coals of rage burned in my stomach now. A heat that built and built within me. It could easily catch flame.

“Now, why did Queen Athirmi send you to be her ambassssdor,” the Empress mused. “You do not have the look of a Naithian human. You make no other claim of title besides being her representative. And yet you have sssubdued at least one of Athirmi’s daughters. How intriguing.”

“I need a boon of you,” I said, focusing on that. My task. My mission. I couldn’t save that poor lamia. I couldn’t right all the world’s wrongs. I had my family to care for. “This seemed the best way.”

“A boon...” She adjusted the diadem she wore, a smile spreading on her lips. Despite that, I hardly felt a stirring of any emotions in her. It was all on the surface. For show. “Mmm, you did give me a ... queenly gift. It’s audacious of you to come here as an ambassador for your own gain. Very.”

“Is it?” I asked. “Why else would someone agree to be one if not for their own gain?”

“True.” She tasted the air with her tongue once again. “But ... we must attend to things before we can address your boon. Diplomatic niceties must be followed. We are not savages in Shizhuth.”

I almost snorted. I came so damned close.

“I, Empress Szialianith, Ruler of the Empire of Shizhuth and Mistress of Shadows, welcome the ambassador of our dear cousin, Athirmi, Queen of Naith, to our court. I grant unto you the protection of my love, Lord Kurtis.”

“I am honored to have earned your love, Your Majesty,” I answered, bowing to her.

She smiled. “Good. Tomorrow, we shall have a feast in your honor. Then the games shall commence.”

“Games?”

“Why, yes. You shall be your queen’s champion in our little squabble.” Empress Szialianith smiled from ear to ear, a touch of curiosity rising in her. “Your boon intrigues me. I hope you survive the Colosseum. Even if I must give ground to that striped bitch, I am keen to hear this boon that has sent you into the loving embrace of my shadows.”

Survive? Colosseum? Queen Athirmi had left out a few things.

“You are dismissed, Ambassssador.”

I bowed again, my mind racing. What had I led my women into?

Pyrriah

A pair of scampering lamia led us through the gaudy halls of the palace. They were ostentatious, wide with floors that were made of polished quartz. The white stone contrasted with the walls made of black and gray bricks that were unevenly stacked. They didn’t form lines but undulated like we were walking by a snake. The ceiling curved over our heads, held up by arches that gave me the impression of a snake’s open mouth about to bite.

It was all too much.

It did not help my mood, either. My stomach seethed with fury. That poor lamia spasming filled my mind while the specter of another gladiator fight haunted us. Another. Last time had been so stupid, and now we had to do it again.

A pair of soldiers in full black armor stood by a thick door of black with matching iron fixtures. The soldiers didn’t move at all. I would call them statues except I could hear their breath echoing behind their helms. The lamia opened the door with a shove.

“Your quarters, my Lord,” she said, her voice quiet. “There are several apartments and a barracks of the antechamber for your guards. Refreshments have been prepared for you. Please, do not leave the rooms for your own safety.”

“We’re prisoners?” I snapped, glancing at the soldiers.

“Of course not, my Lady,” the Lamia said, bowing low. She nearly pressed herself flat on the floor, her cat-like ears tucked back. “The guards are to protect you. In case any of the nagas have not heard of your importance and think they can ... molest you.”

“Thank your Empress for her kindness,” my brother said and took my arm gently. He guided me inside.

The antechamber was a square room with a couch against one wall. It had two doors off it, one to the right that must be the barracks, and another that led deeper into the suites. Kurtis continued on through that door as the rest of our servants and slaves followed.

“Korvan,” Nephi growled, “inspect the barracks and make it ready for you and your men to stay in.”

“Lady Nephi” Korvan growled.

The sphinx planted herself in the middle of the antechamber and turned back to face the doors. She was not about to move from the spot. Good. The doors closed as Tharaka and Solja entered. The orc and her troll brother glanced at the barracks and nodded. They headed in to stay with the soldiers.

That helped to make me feel safer.

“Another fight in the arena?” Lasla asked as we entered a central room. It had a table to the side with a bowl of various fruits and several glass decanters that held wine that ranged from a pale hue to a blood-red. In the middle was a collection of chairs and sofas. Five doors led off it. “Really?”

“I can’t believe we have to do that again!” burst from me. My hair flared with fiery light.

“We have to take risks to see the oracle,” Kurtis said. “Beliala, inspect the rooms. Select the best for my sisters and me then divide the others up among the remaining.”

“Yes, my Lord,” she purred and did just that.

Prince Oberoy went to the wines and pulled off the glass stoppers. He sniffed each of them before pouring himself a drink from the pale wine. Solomas the incubus joined him, taking his own drink. The pair sipped from their wines.

Stalker nuzzled into Lasla’s side. She absently petted her monster as she had such a worried expression on her face.

“I still can’t believe we have to do this,” I hissed. “This isn’t right. Queen Athirmi sent us to fight! That bitch!”

“And we’ll be fighting together.” My brother cupped my face. He stroked my cheekbone. “I’ll have my twin sister phoenix at my side. How can I lose?”

I gave him a hard look. I would not be appeased that easily.

He smiled anyway and claimed my lips with a passionate kiss. The heat of my brother’s lips swept through me like an incestuous fire. I shuddered against him as his tongue thrust into my mouth. I wanted to keep arguing about this, but it was so hard.

My pussy melted as his kiss deepened. My brother knew how to touch me. Kiss me. Love me. I was putty in his hands. Clay ready to be molded into what he wanted. I quivered as I kissed him with such passion.

I was so ready for him to take me now. The anger fueled the lust burning in my cunt. The need to have my brother’s cock fucking me. I wanted him to bend me over and pound me hard from behind. To fuck me like a warrior-woman deserved to be fucked by her master.

He broke the kiss, his hand—

A section of the wall to my right opened and Zianamilizzi slithered out. Everyone in the room froze at the shocking sight of the naga istandar entering their suite. The rakshasas were the first to jump into action. Their heads blurred into their tiger form as they rushed at the naga and cut her off. They crouched, ready to attack.

I snapped out of my shock and pushed myself before my brother, drawing my tulwar at my waist. Stalker growled, moving before my sister. From the rooms, Beliala appeared, her shadowy whip appearing in hand.

Zianamilizzi looked around at us, her tail swishing back and forth. Her naked breasts rose and fell as she reached behind her and pulled shut the panel. It moved on silent hinges. A section of the rock wall that shouldn’t move so easily.

But did.

The naga surveyed us, her eyes flicking back and forth. Her tail coiled about her on the floor. “You are all in grave, grave danger.”

Azuliana

I watched the naga with everyone else. I pulled on the chain holding my wrists together, frustration rippling through me to be bound right now. What was Zianamilizzi up to? Were there other secret passages?

“We know that,” my son said. He moved out from behind his sister, looking so strong and powerful. He studied Zianamilizzi and...

He wasn’t surprised to see her. Maybe he hadn’t expected her to come slithering out of a secret passage in the wall, but he had expected her aid. He had seduced her. He and Lasla had worked their lusts on the naga, corrupting her.

“The empress wants your moon maiden,” continued Zianamilizzi. “When you die in the arena, she’ll take her. Take all of the exotic members of your harem.”

“I won’t die,” Kurtis said, his voice firm. Confident. Diane pressed behind Kurtis, the graceful beauty trembling. “She won’t have my moon maiden or any other of my women.”

“You don’t know her champion,” said Zianamilizzi. She looked around, her purple eyes full of worry. “I can get you out of the palace. Out of the city. You can get back to your ship. Escape these lands. If you step foot in the arena, you will die. She will see to it.”

My son grinned at her. “I have a few surprises.”

My stomach roiled as he glanced at me. What could I do? I couldn’t assume my real form. Even I would have trouble destroying an entire city. I wasn’t Dominari. I didn’t have flames for breath like other dragons. I had too much of my mother’s water in me.

And what did it matter? I was useless with these manacles. I couldn’t protect my children. Couldn’t fly them away to safety. So why was my son staring at me like that? He grinned at me. I shifted, feeling so embarrassed draped in jewelry and nothing else.

“You don’t,” said Zianamilizzi. “You don’t, Ambassssador. Let me get you and your friends to safety. I still have some power. I can defy her for a time.”

“I know,” Kurtis said. “Why do you think I seduced you, Zianamilizzi. I knew I would need an ally. Are there any other secret passages into this room?”

“Just this one,” said Zianamilizzi. “The shadow halls run throughout the palace. They can take you to many places. Few know of them.”

Kurtis nodded. “We’ll keep a watch on it, then. Beliala.”

“I will let known enter it,” the demon said and moved towards the passage, cutting off the naga. Not that Zianamilizzi cared. “If they do, they will taste my whip.”

A smile spread on my son’s lips. “Zianamilizzi, you deserve a reward for coming here like this.”

Her eyes flicked to him as her tongue darted out of her mouth. She quivered there, her breasts rising and falling faster with her quickened breathing. The tip of her tail twitched back and forth with her whorish lust.

The chastity belt I wore dissolved away. I suddenly had nothing around my waist. I could easily go and fuck. He wanted me to. A wave of lust swept through me, devouring my frustration. I felt my son touch on my desires.

My clit grew into a dick.

Zianamilizzi flicked her gaze to me and sucked in a breath at the sight of my growing hermaphrodite-cock. It grew thicker and longer from the folds of my pussy. The ache swelled at the expanding tip. Zianamilizzi’s tail twitched more.

“She is your mother,” she whispered. “How is she hermaphrodite? How are you male?”

“Enjoy your reward, Zianamilizzi,” said Kurtis.

The naga slithered towards me. Her round breasts jiggled. The gold rings threaded through her nipples and clit gleamed in the light. Juices trickled out of the slit of her snatch and ran down her purple scales. She bit her lower lip.

The naga reached me and grabbed my hermaphrodite-cock. She grabbed my dick and stroked up and down me. Pleasure shot down to my pussy. My cunt clenched as she worked her hand up and down me. I groaned at her touch.

Her tongue flicked out as she rubbed her thumb around the crown of my dick. She massaged my precum into my tip. A wave of heat washed through me. It was such a thrill to feel. I loved it. A shiver ran through me.

“Gods,” I groaned.

“Shadows,” she breathed. “You really should flee. If the empress learned that you have a hermaphrodite in your party, that she is your mother ... She will want her, too. You are unique, Azuliana. Unique.”

“I know,” I said.

The naga kissed me. Her lips melted on mine. They were cool, not cold but not as hot as my body. She worked her mouth on mine as her hand stroked up and down my hermaphrodite-cock. I shuddered at her touch. My pussy drank it in.

Our breasts rubbed together. The necklaces I wore clattered as our nipples caressed. I groaned at the contact. The delight shot down to my cunt. My ovaries brimmed with my cum. I quivered as she kept stroking me. Kept working her hand up and down my hermaphrodite-cock.

She broke the kiss. “Mmm, you are intriguing. You never fail to surprise me, Ambassssador.”

“Lord Kurtis,” I corrected. “He’s your lord now.”

The naga’s purple eyes widened. “That’s treasssson. If the empresssss learned that I called another lord, she would strip my title from me. I would be istandar no longer. I would be collared. A slave. Like a lamia.” Contempt flashed across her features.

“You are in his room,” I purred, sliding my fingers through her purple hair. “Say it. Lord Kurtis. You are his. You are owned by my son. He has claimed your lusts. Can’t you feel it?”