Service to the Shadowscythe

Service to the Shadowscythe
     The clacking of bone against stone echoed through the dark halls of Shadowfall, the fallen capital of the Shadowscythe Empire. Two skeletons escorted an armor figure archway after archway, flanking him on both sides. The man paid no mind towards his boney companions. He’s gone through this procedure countless times before, all to help the Empress.
     This man was [ANONYMOUS]. The Hero. The Champion of Lore. Despite his allegiance to the evil Shadowscythe Empire, everyone looked up to him as a symbol of hope in this dark time. It was impossible to separate his image from the definition of a good man.
     Soon, the trio arrived in a grand throne room. More skeletons stood by the stairs, each armed with sharp spears. In the draconic throne sat Gravelyn, the Empress of the Shadowscythe. Her vivid red hair and armor sharply contrasted with the dark interior of the room. Her eyes immediately locked on to the man as he entered.
“Hero,” she called out. Her commanding voice was paradoxically both soothing and attention grabbing.
“I’m glad you were able to get here so quickly. I hope you haven’t been too busy these days.” She quickly descended the steps of her throne as she spoke, magnificent cape billowing behind her in the windless room.
“It’s been surprisingly quiet, actually,” responded the Hero. He was about to say some more, but Gravelyn interrupted him by motioning him towards another door.
“Good to hear. That means there should nothing that could interfere with our plans. Please, Hero, follow me.”
      With that, she briskly descended further into the dark interiors of the castle. The Hero sighed and followed, though he was used to the Empress’s curt manner of speaking. Together they walked through the labyrinthian hallways of Shadowfall, sometimes encountering skeletons and other forms of undead beings. As they passed by another shambling monstrosity held together by magic and sinew, the Hero noted how fortunate it was that he was friends with the ruler.
     After a quarter of an hour of traversing the fallen castle, the pair eventually arrived at a small room. The Hero noted the more comfortable furnishing, the nice bed, the open balcony, and other such luxuries that were not present in most of the capital. The entire area felt more inviting. Gravelyn looked out of the balcony, out onto the sprawling remnants of the dracolich the Shadowscythe capital used to ride upon. After a moment, she let out a sigh and spoke.
“Hero - no, Anonymous,” she began, addressing him with his real name. The surprise at being talked to so directly by the empress almost caused the Hero to be taken aback.
“As you might have guessed already, this was my room, back when my father still ruled the Shadowscythe. It was here that I was raised in secret, and it was here where I watched Drakath murder my father.”
     Her body tensed at the mention of the Champion of Chaos, but she continued.
“And now, Anonymous, it is here that I will request something from you. We have worked together for years, battled through countless battles with each other’s support, and slaughtered legions of any fools who dared cross us. Indeed, I largely have you to thank for the restoration of the empire. You have been my truest friend and companion through all of this. On behalf of the entire Shadowscythe Empire and the forces of Darkness that will inevitably drag this world down into the black abyss of despair, thank you.”
     Once again, the Hero was surprised by Gravelyn’s sudden directness. Where could she be going with this? How important of a mission was she about to give him? His thoughts returned to focus on the Empress as soon as she started to speak again.
“The request I have for you is simple. Anonymous, you know that the thing I care about most in this world is the continuation of my father’s legacy. This castle is a symbol of that legacy, and this empire extends its reach even further. Though I am proud of my undead soldiers, there are still many threats I am uncertain about. It is partially this extra security I seek. Someone else who can rule beside me and ensure the prosperity of the Shadowscythe. Someone who I know will never disappoint me throughout life and even further into the eternity of unlife! Anonymous, my finest warrior and dearest friend, I request your hand in marriage!”
     The Hero felt his knees go weak and the world start to spin. Unknowingly, Gravelyn had hit his one weakness. While many questioned why the chivalrous Hero would side so readily with the evil Shadowscythe Empire, the truth was that their virtuous champion was not without vice. There was one sin that plagued him and his choices, though he did his best to keep it contained.
     The Hero was a massive pervert.
     He knew that he would follow the path of Evil as soon as he saw Gravelyn’s heavenly thighs. Though the Empress was a fine woman, perhaps even more mature than most, she had been raised in an empire of skeletons and was thus naïve to the social customs of most cultures. The Hero was frequently rewarded with peaks at her ample cleavage, her toned stomach, and her strong legs. He would fondly remember the time she had a lengthy discussion with him while she was wearing the armor equivalent of lingerie. His respect for her often fought with just how much he wanted to rub his face on her midriff. Her innocent request, though lavishly worded, was enough to almost knock him out.
     Gravelyn caught the Hero as he briefly collapsed. Her concerned face turned back to serious as soon as she saw he was all right, and she stood up to wait for his response. She did not have to wait for long.
“Of course, I’ll marry you, Gravelyn! I don’t know why you had to ask it like this, and you probably could have forced me to, but I accept this request. No one would be able to stand against our combined might.”
     As soon as he accepted, the Hero noticed a peculiar smile cross the Empress’s lips. He was used to seeing her smile victoriously, or happily, or even cruelly, but this is the first time the look on her face seemed seductive. With one swift motion, Gravelyn pushed the confused Hero onto her old bed and got on top of him, leaving him unable to escape. Slowly, she began to strip out of her armor.
“You have made me unbelievably happy, Anonymous.”
     A piece of metal hit the floor, causing a CLANG to reverberate throughout the room.
“Now, we must proceed with the next step.”
     Another CLANG as more of her heavy armor fell off to the side.
“As part of our duties as husband and wife.”
     CLANG
“We must get to work in further extending our legacy.”
     CLANG
“By creating an heir together.”
     The last piece of her armor clattered on the floor, leaving Gravelyn completely naked. The Hero could hardly believe his eyes. Her breasts, already large when contained, seem to be even larger bare. The gently moved up and down with her breathing. Her stomach was as strong and toned as always, with a hint of muscular definition. Her hips were wide and were already subconsciously gyrating a bit. Her legs with slender and well defined, though he knew they were strong enough to kick down the walls of this room if she wanted to. She helped him out of his own armor, quickly stripping layer after layer until they were both naked. Then they paused at a sudden realization.
     They were both virgins and had no idea what to do.
     It was Gravelyn who decided to take the next step. Recalling the things she read in those books some of her soldiers stole for her, she slowly started to insert his erect cock into her vagina. To her surprise, it actually hurt a bit. Strange, she wondered. She was totally unharmed by all manners of blades and magic, and yet the Hero was able to elicit such pain from her with only a body part not even meant for combat. How powerful he must be to do such a thing!
     As the Empress was in awe at his powers, the Hero was freaking out. After all of these years, he was not only finally having sex, but having sex with the most beautiful person he ever met. It took all of his willpower to not immediately ejaculate as she slid further down. Finally, she managed to get his entirety inside of her.
“I-It feels good, Anonymous,” said the Empress as she tried to keep her composure. The Hero could only nod in response.
“I’m going to- I’m going to start moving now, okay?”
     With that, Gravelyn to slowly move her hips. The room soon filled with sounds of flesh slapping against each other and the creaking of the bed, with neither participant willing to go all out just yet. Even then, they couldn’t believe how good it felt to be with each other. Gravelyn’s pussy was tight enough to feel amazing with even the simplest of movements. Though they were both inexperienced, they could swear that there was no better lover in all of the worlds or dimensions. After a minute of borderline silent sex, Gravelyn leaned over and whispered into the Hero’s ear.
“I love you, Anon.”
     The four words were enough to motivate the Hero to go into overdrive. He firmly grasped the Empress’s hips and began thrusting up as hard as he could. A surge of pleasure shot through both of them at the same time, and moans escaped their throats. The creaking of beds, the slapping of flesh, the moans of two lovers, all of these sounds mixed into a pleasurable cacophony. Gravelyn’s massive breasts bounced up and down to the rhythm of sex until the Hero decided to grab hold of them. Before long, the Hero shot his load into the womb of the Shadowscythe Empress.
     Panting, Gravelyn collapsed onto her new husband and spoke to him between heavy breaths.
“That was… very… impressive, Anonymous,” she said as she sat up. A bit of concern filled the Hero when he saw the same fiery determination within her eyes as the day he first met her.
“But once is not enough. As the Empress of the Shadowscythe, it is upon me to ensure we sire a child together, if not several! Prepare yourself, Hero, for this new endless grind!”
+10000 XP
+10000 G
+100 REP: SHADOWSCYTHE EMPEROR