Gwynera the Dread Queen

	Gwynera all but collapsed into the steamy pool. It had been such a long, lovely day. The proud folk of... wherever this was had been expecting her. They alone stood against her onslaught, fighting bravely and dying proud, the idiots. It was nice that her reputation had preceded her, though. What had they called her? The 'Dread Queen'? She'd have to use that in the future. It was good to be known, to be feared. She heard her men celebrating somewhere in town and that was good too. She would join them, but this place was renowned for its hot springs and she desperately needed a long bath.
	This place must be magic. The hot water made the knots in Gwyn's thick muscles melt away as one of her many pets scrubbed her arms and back clean of blood and sweat. Her servants buzzed around her. Gorgeous Markus was feeding her bits of red cooked meat carved from a hunk of some beast, bearded Andor was the one cleaning her with his coarse hands and mousy young Britt, her only female pet, used her dainty fingers to knead scented oil into her cleaned skin. Gwyn had collected her little retinue over years of conquest. They were her pride and joy, her favorite toys. The four of them were alone in this hidden little alcove, the Dread Queen didn't need guards, especially from her pets. She showered the trio in spoils of war regularly. They ate when she ate, bathed when she bathed, shared her bed when she slept and, like now, reveled naked in victory as she did. There were many things to be thankful for today. Not just the victory, but the new pet she had found today. He'd have to be trained, this young captain that had challenged her in the midst of battle. She liked his eyes, even if he wasn't much of a fighter, so her men had been informed to take good care of him. Today was heaven, pure and simple. Only one thing could make it better.
	She was as clean as she would get, she decided while she pulled Andor down into the pool in front of her. He was a large man in many ways and even though he was the tallest of her servants, she still towered over him. She could always over power him, despite his heavy muscles, but strength wasn't the main attraction. Her hungry eyes found the thick rod growing under the water. She spread her legs in a silent order. He knew what she liked.
	The warlord let out a satisfied sigh as her servant filled her. Andor was the first pet she had ever gotten and years of this kind of service had taught him the right pace and the perfect angle. Gwyn closed her eyes and laid her head back. Andor easily slid inch after inch into his master, pushing his head into her inner wall at just the right spot. It was a snug fit, but one they both knew well. She had thought that there was no way to relax more than she already was. She was proven wrong as her pet lover dragged his engorged length out of her. Perfect.
	Markus never stopped dropping savory bits of sweet meat into her mouth. Britt had moved her slim, oiled hands from her master's shoulders down to massage the warlord's massive breasts. The new position placed the small girl's head alongside her queen's. Gwyn could hear Britt's breathing becoming ragged with arousal and her tit-filled hands grow shaky. The warrioress shifted as her comfort turned to outright pleasure, her insides rising in temperature to match the heat of the water against her skin. Andor pumped away at her, causing splashes in the steamy pool every time his hips collided with Gwyn's. Markus brought another cut of meat to her mouth and she slipped her lips around the tips of his fingers, giving him a loving tongue bath before letting him go and turning to Britt. The little girl looked back up to her, all nervous excitement and Gwyn pressed her lips fiercely against her servants and invading her sweet-tasting mouth with her tongue. The girl's whole body tensed and her fingers pressed tightly into her queen's oiled breasts. Gwyn chuckled quietly as she felt the mousy woman's tongue flick helplessly against her own and felt Andor's thick length twitch inside her. He was obviously enjoying the sight.
	Twisting a bit in her seat, Gwyn broke the kiss and lifted her slender slave using only the strength in her arms. Britt yelped but didn't resist as her queen positioned Britt on top of her broad shoulders and immediately set her skilled tongue to work on the mousy girl's wet slit. The warrior queen played with her pet's petite backside as she held her steady. Britt tasted like honey. Gwyn savored every drop. She loved the way her lady servant squealed and arched her back and pulled her hair.
	Andor was picking up the pace, putting every ounce of his remarkable strength into each thrust. Gwyn moaned loudly into her pet's crotch and felt Britt begin to convulse in silent orgasm. Her male lover's rhythm faltered and Gwyn knew that the sight of Britt's pleasure had pushed him to the edge. The warrioress locked her ankles behind his back and pulled him deep into her on his final thrust, holding him in place as he filled her with white hot cum. In the same moment, Britt reached a second peak, higher than the first and Gwyn clamped her entire mouth over the small woman's wet snatch. The war queen made sure to swallow every last drop of honey-sweet nectar. Electric pleasure coursed through her veins. Every muscle in her body tensed and released. Her canal squeezed Andor's thick cock lovingly. It felt utterly incredible. It still wasn't enough.
	She let the nearly unconscious Britt slide from her shoulders to the soft ground beside the pool. She didn't loosened her grip on the man, however, and kept his still-stiff member locked insider her. The man had a gift. He could go as many times as she needed him to.
	Deciding that Andor had had enough time to recuperated, the powerful queen popped her hips to the side. Her lover went splashing into the water and she rolled on top of him, pulling his head to rest between her ponderous breasts and chuckling at the surprised sounds he made. The buzz in her head grew and grew as she rolled her hips against his, pushing his massive meat against all of her walls in turn. She turned her head to see Markus, his copper skin shining with sweat and his whole lithe body quivering with want. He would never touch himself unless she ordered it, yet his own length, handsome but unremarkable compared to Andor, shivered and pulsed. Precum flowed from the tip as he watched.
	Gwyn motioned with a single finger and he half stumbled, half crawled into the pool behind her. He didn't waste time, spreading her toned ass cheeks and pushing his tip against her rear entrance firmly, desperate to enter her, desperate for release. The barbarian felt her entire body seize up as the lovely boy shoved his entire throbbing length into her rear, pressing her sensitive wall against Andor's stiffness. A moan escaped her, a guttural, alien sound. She lifted herself on shaky knees and gave the bearded pet below her enough room to move and gods, did he move.
	Both men barreled in and out of her relentlessly, crushing her inner wall between their dual lengths. Markus showered kisses on her firm back while Andor attacked her soft mounds with his teeth. Her own teeth were clenched against her lower lip so firmly that she began to taste blood. It was all she could do to keep herself from grinning like some fool girl. Her hands tore up handfuls of grass by the poolside. Her eyes rolled skywards and locked with Britt. The girl slave had recovered and was standing over her lover queen, studying  her with their faces mere inches apart. Then their mouths were pressed together. Gwyn just barely had the presence of mind to un-clench her jaws and let her pet's slender tongue snake into her mouth. The girl's petite fingers wove themselves into her master's hair and gave a solid tug, making the strong woman shake and moan into their kiss.
	It all felt so good, the pleasure, the pain, the twin members pumping away at her. Molten pleasure pounded in her stomach and her head swam drunkenly in bliss. Her body shuddered and twitched. Every muscle clenched and released and clenched again. The molten ball of carnal joy grew until it popped, pushing Gwyn to climax and setting waves of orgasm crashing over her whole body. Both of her passages tightened around the invading members as she shook. Markus moaned behind her and rear was flooded with cum just as Andor reached his second orgasm. The larger man gave a simple grunt before he coated her canal again with his thick, white seed.
	Finally sated, the group collapsed on top of each other in an exhausted pile. Gwyn surveyed her trio of servants and let her mind wander to her pet-to-be with his piercing eyes. Things only got better from here. It was good to be the queen.