Read Futanari Legends: The Frozen Queen (Book 1: Brenna) Online

Authors: Angel Black

Tags: #futanari, #Fantasy, #anime, #female, #action, #Adventure

Futanari Legends: The Frozen Queen (Book 1: Brenna) (7 page)

He stands up and looks innocently at the olive green of his massive Orcish cock, like the bitch wants me to suck it for him. The nerve of him thinking of himself first, the whore.

“Are you serious? You wish me to tire my jaw sucking that beast of a cock?” I laugh. “Or do you just wish to soil me with your seed as revenge? Do you think I will let you shoot that brackish yellow Orc cum all over this face? And in my hair?” I stroke my cheek with my fingerless black glove for effect, smiling like I know his answer.

“Put it away.” I sneer, glaring at the beast with leveled and cold eyes. I cross my legs and pull the black silk back over my hips, putting my cock away. For now. He shoves his cock in the leather of his loin, and I squirm.

“Let me make you a deal,” I say. “Do you want to come all over your Mistress’ pretty white face? To drown me in your cum? To shoot your wicked seed across my gasping mouth, and through the curls of my perfect red hair? Do you want me bitching about washing it out, and punishing me as you fucking soil me with buckets of your sperm?”

He nods, slowly at first, silent with his brutish eyes glazing over with desire. He quickens the pace of his nods as I smile at the filthy thought.

“Do you want to growl in victory like I was some peasant human bitch you pasted with your cum? To have the deep, sticky globs of your seed choke me as I try to swallow them down?”

“I would,” he says, his deep Orcish voice quavering in lust, “I would, Mistress.”

“Would you like to take a little revenge on your Mistress by trying to get cum in my eyes, you Orcish whore?”

He nods again, and I grip my hardening cock through the black silk of my dress. I stroke my large breast with my other hand, pinching my rock-hard nipple through the slick fabric.

“Perhaps you would then like to fuck your cum-blinded Mistress in her tight little asshole? To fill her tight rectum with your filthy sperm, all they way up in my ass, and have me squirt all that dirty cum out of my gripping, sore sphincter in my very favorite goblet so I could eat it for you?”

I see the leather of his crotch-guard press out hard, his cock begging to be free, his desires pressing with all their brutish might towards me.

“Filthy Orc,” I say, smiling as my cock desires the same. I lie on my side, exhaling and thinking of the fun we shall have. Maybe I’ll let him lick my asshole clean after that if he’s a good boy.

Outside his army prepares for an assault on the nearby mountains, and I hear the deep, throaty growl of the dragon shake the tent. I let the purest circles of corrupted magic flow through my mind in my post orgasmic haze, a state which I am able to focus and cast spells the bastards and bitches of Magetower would shake in their pointed hats and robes at the power of which they could never comprehend nor have.

His eyes are covered by the lustful rage which plagues his race. His breathing is labored, and the veins pop from his pig-like face like the ones on my cock.

I smile at him. “Get me the girl in the yellow dress and you shall have your wish.”

Epilogue

 

I am as old as the mountains.

Humans are but seedlings to this world to me, for I predate their existence.

They will come, and they will go in my time.

I remember the days when the gods walked this earth, when the mountains belched fire, and when life began to crawl out from the caves of this world.

And these seedlings wish to entertain me with their petty squabbles, the high drama they attribute to their worthless lives, and their so-called meaningful actions.

They write legends and I watch them fall into dust.

Yet, once in every eon a bright glimmer appears in the peat and fertilizer of these humans’ lives.

A soul glimmers like a diamond, meaningful in its importance, and worthy of my attention for a brief moment of time.

It arouses my curiosity.

And this soul keeps slipping from my grasp, no matter how hard I pinch my mighty claws, I lose it in the soil of human decay again and again.

I grow angry at this.

I dirty my claws with the grit of life, using Orcs as the sand in which I shall gain grip of this treasure. I summon forth the silent power of the dead as the filth to hold this grime to my claws.

I use them.

I shall wash them off when I have what I want.

For this sparkling soul has its uses.

A special seedling.

For a special plant.

A tree, perhaps?

One which reaches all the way up into the heavens for my claws to cling to, and one which brings my hateful vengeance straight to the home of the gods themselves.

For hate knows no sanctuary, and it knows no peace.

 

 

The Frozen Queen continues in book 2

of the Futanari Legends trilogy…

 

Astrid

 

…coming Spring 2015

Thank You!

This book took me by surprise during a cold week in December. What began as a simple swords-and-sorcery tale turned into the beginning of a full-out epic futanari adventure. I am also maturing as a writer, taking chances, and finding a voice I love to write with - along with the voices of my characters. Hopefully I can tell a tale which pays homage to the classic heroes of Anime and strangely cross-sexual futanari I love, while delivering a great story and epic tale worthy of the brave fantasy stories begin told today in movies like
The Hobbit
or series like
Game of Thrones
.

Of course, I can never be them and I must do my own thing, but that epic feel, that danger, and those perilous lands and worlds have a greatness and color all their own. They bring you there and let you escape with your favorite heroes for a while. They let you laugh when they succeed, and they let you cry when they fall. The wickedness too is something to behold, and this is just as much a part of these stories as heroism itself.

Hopefully, in a small way, I can capture some of that magic and bring it to you, while delivering on the darkly sexual and gender-crossed and often conflicted futanari heroines I love to write for. There is a rich tapestry here I wish to paint upon and share with the world who loves them.

Do you want to see more? Then let this scribe know, and I shall open these doors for you.

 

~Angel Black

aka Sylvia Storm

www.ereaderotica.com

 

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