Queen of Pain First Person

The life of a soldier is a hard one to adapt to. You lose a lot of the things that are important to you, like family and friends. You make new ones though. Even your family is replaced by comrades on and off the field. But that was a while ago. You had your time on the field, and now you swapped jobs. You performed well enough to qualify for the throne’s vanguard. An honor for a hardened officer like yourself.

Everything was fine until that damned succubus showed up. It was apparent to everyone in the castle that this woman was a demoness. As it seemed, she was torturing him. She would lean over him and press her nails into his hands, drawing blood upon occasion. Sometimes, she would pretend to give him a “massage.” And by massage, she would choke him until his face turned blue. And every time he was tortured, she would bite her lip. It was sickening to watch. Almost every day that you got off the clock, at least one soldier would throw up after their shift, disgusted by this torment.

Day by day, the old man had the life sucked out of him. But whenever someone interjected about the fiend, the king dismissed them quickly. Never to be heard from again. Days looked like months on him, and just as expected he passed away. You were there when his will was read. All possessions, territories, and contracts were in order to be transferred to her maiden upon death. Relatives were shocked, some even cried. All the “Queen” did was smile.

The day of her coronation, she wasn’t even bothering to hide her true form. Clad in scarlet and gold armor. Her indigo hair loosely flowing over her shoulders, partially separated by two horns on her head. Even her skin changed to a light blue shade. Everyone in the room felt nervous. Knowing full well there was nothing that could be done. After the crown was placed upon her head, all was over. She is our new queen, and we are her subjects.

The next day, in the throne room, there are four guards. Two facing each other at the throne’s foot, and two likewise at the door. Normally the royals would conduct business, but there was no business to be had. For hours, all she did was stare at you. Feeling her glare, you risked a peek every so-often, and every time it felt like she was looking into your soul, as if you are her prey. Your majesty said: “Let’s make this a little more… exciting.” You start to sweat. “Eenie” as she points to the left guard at the door. “Meenie” as she points to his opposite “Minie” to her left vanguard. Frozen still, you waited for that last word. Right behind you, draping her arms over your shoulders she whispered: “Moe”

Petrified, you watched your brethren run for the exit like cowards. “Hmph, that’s why I chose you… I knew they wouldn’t last long. But you, I can tell it will take more to break.” You draw your sword, poised and ready to attack. Chuckling, she produces a dagger out of thin air, lightly tossing it. As the blade soared past you, it sliced the skin on your shoulder. She could have killed you if she wanted to. Never before have you felt more afraid. You drop your sword. You hear the doors close behind you, and the great hall lock. “Now is where it gets fun” she says. Walking up to you, she licks your lower lip, and bites down. You pass out.

You awake stark naked with your hands and feet bonded, hanging from a pulley a few feet from the ceiling. “If any of this is too much for you, speak up.” She laughs, gagging you. The only light or sound in the room was a furnace in the corner, glowing dim, and crackling a soft orange. Opening the furnace, she grabs a coal with her bare hand. Circling you, she tosses the coal up in the air much like a skipping stone. She sears it lightly on your back. You bite down on your gag. It didn’t hurt as bad as you thought it would, but you could feel it even after she threw the coal back in the furnace. “All my foreplay is gentle… Well the start is.”

She gazed down, looking at your prominent erection. This shouldn’t turn you on, but it does. You almost never have sex. You always were off doing “soldier” things. You were married to your job, and almost never had relief. You felt scared, but part of you knew you would be okay. Maybe it was a hex. A false promise. She gave your member a flick, chuckling at it. You couldn’t deny that this succubus was attractive in the least. If she was human, she would be everything perfect in a woman. The lips, the curvature, the hair, her ample breasts. Everything about her was seductive.

She takes your bonded feet and hangs them where your hands are. You feel helpless, with no control or way to defend yourself. “I will relieve you when you relieve me.” What in hell does she mean? Batting her black wings, she flies up, and sits on your face, pressing her entire body weight down on your shackles. Her nethers right over your nose and face. She can’t be serious. “Well? Get to it. You won’t have that long before you pass out again.” She flexes her thighs, rubbing her cunt on your face. It’s hard to work around her panties, but you get your mouth in position, and start your work. With haste, you stroke her pussy with your tongue. Up and down, all around. Wherever you can get to. You can feel yourself getting short of breath, slowly suffocating.

She starts humming a very idle tune, as if your work is all for naught. She starts using you like a swing. As if she is an innocent school girl. You weren’t getting anywhere licking. What else can you do? You start to get dizzy from the lack of air. An idea strikes you. You nuzzle forward however you can with the last of your strength. You open your mouth, and bite down on her clitoris. Bingo. She arches her back in agony and ecstasy, saying: “More! Harder! Faster! “The noise gets louder as you run her gentle button across your teeth, grating it back and forth. The last words you hear before you pass out were: “So close…”

You wake up, in the same spot, still hearing her idle tune. You could hear a grinding stone, but only see a blur. You shake your head, waking yourself up. She is sharpening her dagger, sparks and shavings of metal flying by. Your cock still at full mast. “You will need to improve your performance for that to be taken care of.” With a sigh, you lie back, trying to get at least some relief. “Now now, I can’t have you getting comfortable.” She walks to the furnace, grabbing an armful of coals, placing them below you. She releases your bonded hands, letting your head and upper body swing down near the embers. You arch your abs in, so you don’t burn yourself, but this becomes very difficult for a while.

Just like before, she flies up around you, only this time she wraps her legs around your torso, and slides down onto your face. With this kind of weight, there was no way even the strongest soldier could hold up for more than a minute. But you have your hands free as well. She takes her free hands, and plays with your shaft, flicking as it throbs. She flexes her thighs, crushing your torso. You know what it means.  Without pause, you start as before but she does not seem content with just the bite. This proved even harder with the coals below. Even if you can breathe, your muscles won’t last that long. You try to finger her snatch, but everything you have ever done with a woman has proved unsuccessful. But she isn’t human, is she? You curl one knuckle and press hard on her anus. With some force, her pecker yields to your finger. She gives a gasp, knowing you found her sweet spot. You curl your knuckle out inside, exploring her entire region. Clenching it back, you pull out. Your pecs feel ready to give out any moment now. This time, you used two fingers same as before. She bites her lip and groans from the raw pleasure. Flexing and curling your fingers inside her, you take your thumb and press inside her lips. You pinch your fingers between the walls of her anus and her silky smooth vagina, full to the brim of juices leaking down your head.

Satisfied with your work and without a moment of hesitance, she deepthroats your entire member. Her tongue going in between teasing your urethra and pumping your cock vigorously. Fellating like no human possibly could. She takes a moment to suck out all of your pre, pulling her lips from your manhood swallowing with a satisfying “ahh” sound before resuming her assault. You can’t hold out much longer, physically or mentally and by the sound of things neither can she. You pick up the pace, grinding her insides against one another. Her anus puckering from sheer bliss. As you climax she releases your prick and shrieks, dousing your face. You can feel your ears ring afterwards, and the gentle “tssss” sound of her finale dripping on the coals. Spent, you pass out once more.

You wake in a large room, clothed on a Persian carpet, completely unbound but exhausted. This is… the royal quarters? You look around and see a King sized bed complete with a canopy and crimson red sheets flowing down the sides across half the floor. Your queen lay atop the mattress, making a “come hither” gesture. “You earned it.” She said. You take a brief moment looking at the door behind you, deciding to run for help or take her as your highness. “As you wish, m’lady.” You fleetly dash to the bed, and land on top of her. She smirks, rolling over on top of you. On her knees, she removes her armor leaving her pierced breasts free.

Your member has needed this for a long time. Your body aches in pain for a woman. Something about it just felt better than ever. Like you could never go back to regular sex. With one hand, she grabs your member pressing it to and fro to its maximum potential and starts to grind on it with her lips, flexing all over its length. The sensation of your cock suppressed like this pained you but pleased much more. You arch your head back in satisfaction. Releasing your cock, she puts her hand behind her head, and uses her other to position your man into her waiting cunt. Like a dream that couldn’t possibly be real. Her pussy intense with heat and juices, she easily takes your full hilt with one descent. With a lustful stare, she flexes her knees and goes down again. You grope her breasts, feeling how supple and generous they are. You pinch one nipple between your nail and thumb, and twist the piercing of the other with your free hand. Her eyes pop open, and she takes a heavy breath, pausing for a moment. She picks up the pace, taking your member in and out, kissing her cervix with the head of your cock. It was almost time, and you could see she was enjoying it. With one final press, you feel your head push on her womb, opening for your seed. She locks down on your manhood, squeezing tight. She arches back, wings fully extended out. Expecting another scream, you spray everything you have inside her, filling her entire navel. Her eyes roll back, and she collapses on top of you, letting out a quiet gasp. “That was… Perfect.”