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Queening Blade	By : FalstaffKisaragi Category: +M to R > Queen's Blade: Rurou no Senshi Views: 12378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The wandering warrior Maria had come into the stadium and knocked the goblin out. She was strong enough to fend off the security in place, and Branwen was broken free from her shackles. She reunited with her dragon and took to the skies, rejoining the world on her own for the first time. There were no more battles to win, no more duels to be fought. Only the open sky and the entire kingdom to explore.
Even with this newfound freedom, she still needed to find a way to make money. Her strength and her dragon were both obstacles to working in a bar, or any job that required the kind of finesse someone like her lacked. She had nothing but battle on her mind for months, if not years, and was unsure of where to put her talents to use.
In the castle town, she stumbled on a place that was accepting women of all kinds, with the promise of earning a steady income. Branwen walked in, wearing formal clothing from her diplomatic days, and discovered that her white bikini would’ve been plenty for this job. She thought she had applied to work in a training dojo, but it turned out to be a brothel.
Despite what the fighting miko says, not all brothels in Gainos were bad places to work. The ones run by goblins or men like Branwen’s former trainer, those weren’t worthy of anyone’s time. The ones run by women, however, took care of their girls, and often hosted and employed contestants from Queen’s Blade tournaments past and present. It was here that Branwen found herself acting as a hostess.
She had no master. She was able to set her own terms for how she wanted to interact with men, and could set her own hours going to the dojo in the meantime. Even the madam who ran it treated Branwen more like a daughter than a slave. She could barely remember what her family was like, but it had to be something like this. The idea of having input on what she wanted was so new it took her a week to realize she could do it without having to ask permission first.
As a descendant of dragons, like many women on the continent, Branwen was a hermaphrodite. The bulge of her penis was visible through her bikini briefs. She never bothered shaving her pussy or her armpits, letting her natural smell, its pheromones more potent than any perfume the brothel had, draw admirers to her side, men and women alike. The club took both kinds, and wasn’t picky as long as the girls were treated with respect and money was changing hands.
In time, Branwen was making a decent living for herself. She was even able to move into a row house that was close to a mountain range where her dragon could roost and live among its kind, within walking distance for her to visit. It was an ordinary life, without battle or threats. She was still taking her time in getting used to it. Even without her life in danger, she still wanted that adrenaline rush that came from challenging someone on her level in some sort of competition.
Everything began when she woke up and looked in the full length mirror she had recently purchased for herself. Branwen slept in the nude. She had a tendency to sweat a lot, and only a few sets of clothes to go through. From her breasts down to her thighs, her entire body was glistening with a dew-like sweat, enhanced by the sun pouring in from the window of her apartment.
Her nipples were a shade of brown that matched with her hair. She was toned and muscular, more than most women she had met in the Queen’s Blade tournament. Branwen wondered if this, along with the common knowledge of her being a dragon descendant, would scare off people from wanting to get close to her. To date, it hadn’t. It had only made them more curious, and many had wanted to talk to her. Dragon descendants were rare these days, and dragons themselves even moreso.
She returned to the club where she worked, and waited in the back for a customer to come calling. The first man of the day was a baker from a nearby village. After talking about his business, he took Branwen to the back room and started to get intimate. The two of them showered together, soaping each other up and getting a feel for the shape of each others’ bodies, and exited, not even bothering to dry off with a towel.
Even when soft, Branwen’s cock was bigger than his. She waited for him to get erect first. He was staring at her breasts, his eye level being almost exactly at her nipples. Branwen blushed, and tried to flirt with him. He had paid well, even if what he wanted was simple.
“May I?” he asked, nodding towards her bosom.
“I’m not pregnant or anything. There’s no milk,” said Branwen. “You have to go to another service for that...”
“I just want to feel the warmth of your chest,” he said. “While you stroke my penis. You charge a very reasonable price for that.”
“It’s our pleasure,” said Branwen.
Branwen sat on the edge of the bed and held her breast in her hand. She pinched and rolled her nipple between her fingers. The man stared in amazement as her areola puffed up and the tip rose out from the mound of flesh. Before long, it was stiff and swollen, waiting for his mouth to wrap around it.
His tongue started from the sweaty underside of her breast. Her breast rested on his head, ruffling his hair as he lopped up all the sweat from her cleavage, savoring it like a fine drink. It was salty, yet laced with Brawnen’s emotions and the flavor of her libido. He could feel the weight of her breast pressing down, softly wrapping around his head as his nose took a deep whiff of her other one.
“You like my sweat, sir?” she asked.
“It’s marvelous, Miss Branwen,” he said, “You have such an erotic body.” He licked up her breast from the bottom, leaving a trail of saliva across her curves before reaching his long-awaited nipple. Branwen’s nipples didn’t turn her on that much, but her customers loved sucking on them. She still remembered her time in the arena, and thinking of her nipples as something to be enjoyed ran counter to that.
The man wrapped his lips around her nipple, and gently tugged at it, stretching it slightly before letting his saliva cover her breast. Branwen looked down at his hardening erection, grabbing a hold of the shaft gently. Her body was instinctively trained to grip like a sword, but she carefully stroked up and down the length of his foreskin, teasing around his head and getting to know his warmth in her hands. She was cautious not to let her own erection rise above a half-chub, lest she disturb the customer’s pleasure.
“Your sweat is so tasty, Miss Branwen,” he said. “Could you rub my balls a little, too?” Branwen’s hand traveled downward and patted his testicles, kneading them between her fingers. “That feels good. How long have you been in this business for?”
“Three months,” said Branwen.
“You seem like an old pro,” said the man, “You’re fondling my balls like they’re a sack of gold. Most girls ignore them for being too hairy.”
“We adventurer types are used to body hair. You can’t often shave when you’re on the road,” said Branwen. Her past as an adventurer wasn’t a total fabrication, but it felt like a lifetime ago. She had remembered wanting to join a guild that the legendary blacksmith Cattleya had once been a part of, until she was held hostage.
Branwen rubbed the glans between her fingers before resuming stroking. The man was in a state of deep pleasure. His face turned into a goofy expression as he shot a load of sticky cum into Branwen’s hand. He removed his mouth from her breast, asking her to swallow his semen. Branwen obliged, licking it from her palm like a cat. The flavor was light and mildly salty, hardly the best she had tasted. Yet, she smiled for the customer and made small talk.
It turned out he was a dragon researcher who was looking to blow off some steam, and had found someone perfect to interview. Branwen explained as much as she could, and he told her of his research base in case she wanted to bring Usher along. He wanted to close out the evening with some anal sex, but their small talk had taken up so much time that they weren’t able to do it.
“Perhaps we shall meet again?” he said. “It was a wonderful evening with you.”
“Thanks,” said Branwen. “Usher’s a friendly dragon, but kind of skittish around other humans. We had some bad run-ins.”
“Even observing would be fine,” said the researcher. “Your payment shall be generous. I feel like a regular sage at the moment.”
Branwen returned home for the evening, and spent the rest of it training. She was no longer preparing for combat, but for pleasure. She practiced fellating a dildo, followed by wearing a butt plug around the house for the evening. It was mildly unpleasant, but the warm shower once again washed away the stiffness in her body and brought her peace.
The next morning, Branwen found someone waiting outside the brothel for her. It wasn’t her madam, but a warrior she briefly remembered meeting before. Annelotte, the leader of the rebellion.
“So this is where you ended up after obtaining your freedom,” she said. “How are things holding up?”
“I’m making a living,” Branwen said. “It’s a busy life, but I have enough time to spend with Usher, and I even have a place of my own. I didn’t expect a knight like you to be at a brothel.”
“Everyone’s always so clingy,” said Annelotte, pointing to a mark on her neck where Luna Luna had been kissing her, “Honestly, I come here to talk with people who’ll listen to me. It’s one of the few places in town where a hermaphrodite is free to let it hang out, too. I don’t have any money on me, but if you want...”
“We can go to my place. My neighbors aren’t home yet,” said Branwen. “I owe you and your rebellion a great debt, so this one won’t cost you.”
Branwen’s apartment was small, but her bed was big enough for two people. As soon as Annelotte stepped in the door, she dropped her panties and let her erection spring out from underneath her skirt. Annelotte had been raised as a man, and her hermaphrodite status meant she wasn’t aware of anything unusual until she began to develop breasts in puberty.
Her balls were plump, and her dick was slightly above-average in length, with a pleasant thickness spoken highly of by many women on the continent. It was said that Annelotte had once participated in marathon sex with all of her sisters in the rebellion, but Annelotte herself denied she had that kind of stamina. Branwen removed her clothes as well. She raised her arms, spreading the sweaty stink from her armpits directly towards Annelotte’s nose. Annelotte’s cock bounced beneath her skirt, excited by the odor.
“That’s not what I want to smell,” said Annelotte. “I want to see your cute pink pussy. Show me.”
Branwen spread her legs. Annelotte stared lustfully at her partner, removing her blue dress and leaving nothing but her bra on. Annelotte’s penis, brushing against her elegantly trimmed lilac pubic hair, was eager to taste Branwen’s flesh once more.
“Isn’t my body vulgar?” asked Branwen.
“It’s not vulgar. You’re an eternally 17 dragon warrior, a powerful woman who’s as worthy of being loved in bed as she is by her pet,” said Annelotte. “There are knights who wish they could have a body as toned as yours. You have such a magnificent penis.”
Annelotte removed her dress, and bent down. She was at eye level with Branwen’s cock, admiring the shape of her foreskin and the weight of her balls dangling between her legs. Annelotte blew onto Branwen’s cock, and it jumped, letting out a tiny spurt of precum onto the glans, which Annelotte promptly licked up.
“I still want to pay you,” Annelotte said, “but I don’t want you to do things for me. I want to do things for you. Don’t you have any sexual fantasies you want fulfilled? Your own needs?”
Branwen had never paid it any thought. She looked between her cleavage and saw Annelotte’s drool dripping off the edge of her glans, and knew the first thing she wanted to ask.
“Fellatio,” she said.
Annelotte opened her mouth and began to suck on Branwen’s balls. She massaged them with her tongue, looking upwards as Branwen’s limp cock roared to life. It began to throb and grow thick, standing and casting a shadow above Annelotte’s head from the light coming in through her apartment. The cock’s length beat against Annelotte’s forehead. Annelotte licked the underside of the shaft, moving her mouth onto the glans.
“It’s really thick and meaty,” Annelotte said, her voice muffled by the penis in her cheeks, “None of the girls in the rebellion have one like this.”
“I make sure to wash it,” said Branwen, “though I always stop just before I cum. The madam says I need to preserve my semen. Lots of customers like to drink a hermaphrodite’s cum.”
“Then call me your favorite customer,” Annelotte said. “Fill my stomach.”
“Annelotte...” said Branwen. “Drink it all!”
Annelotte’s lips moved up and down the length of the shaft, gently wrapping her tongue around Branwen’s foreskin. The salty flavor filled her nostrils, and saliva slid from her mouth onto the waiting dick, drizzling across Branwen’s balls. Loud slurping noises filled the small apartment as Branwen gently moaned.
When she had been held captive, her dick had occasionally been played with, but always roughly. The tender way Annelotte was fellating her was unlike anything she had experienced. When her dick twitched, Annelotte moved towards the twitching spot and pressed her tongue against it. She didn’t ignore Branwen’s balls. Annelotte even fingered her pussy a bit, teasing her clit until both of her genitals were overflowing with love juices.
“There’s a special place only hermaphrodites can use,” said Annelotte. “You’re going to cum harder than ever.”
“I’ve felt it sometimes when relieving myself, but I’ve never thought to go back there,” said Branwen. “Dig your fingers around in my pussy more.”
Annelotte’s index and middle fingers were coated with Branwen’s pussy juice. She wanted to lick her fingers clean, to savor Branwen’s battle-hardened flavor, which was as sweet and potent as any village girl. Yet if she was going to show the dragon descendant a good time, she had use the lube from one of her holes to explore deeply into the next.
“Have you ever had anything in your butt before?” asked Annelotte.
“Sometimes the goblins would put a stopper in there during matches,” said Branwen. “I don’t want to remember that.”
“Then I’ll associate your butt with new, happy memories,” said Annelotte. “There’s a special gland you have back there if you have a penis, male or hermaphrodite. It’s called the prostate, and when you play with it, it feels amazing. Yuit taught me all about it.”
Annelotte opened a nearby drawer. Branwen had a bottle of lotion she had taken home from her job. Annelotte let it drip over her fingers, pulling them apart and watching the strands of lubricant fall down onto her palm.
“Bend over and spread your butt,” said Annelotte. Branwen lowered herself and raised her ass in the air. Her anus was puckering, already anticipating what Annelotte was going to do. Her brothel didn’t offer more than anal sex, so she had become quite skilled in both giving and getting it. Branwen’s butthole was much more receptive to this than it would have been only a few months ago, but her body remained tense.
Annelotte’s middle and index fingers went up Branwen’s ass at once. She stared in awe as the brown hole puckered in and out, breathing as it waited for her fingers to make their next move. “It’s surprisingly clean in here,” said Annelotte.
“It feels slimy,” said Branwen.
“Relax, I’ll get to your... there it is!” said Annelotte, pressing her fingers against Branwen’s prostate. Branwen’s hard cock, reacting to the pressure, bounced about. Her balls tensed up, and drops of precum fell from her glans onto the sheet. Branwen moaned as Annelotte continued teasing her prostate like it was a toy. Her pussy started to drip, surrendering her entire lower body to Annelotte’s whims.
“I feel like I’m going to come already,” said Branwen. “Is this really my own ass? My body feels numb.”
“You look loosened up enough. I’m going to make love to your butt,” Annelotte leaned into Branwen’s ear and whispered. “Emphasis on love.”
“I’m ready,” Branwen said, leaning down and pulling apart her ass cheeks with her hands, fully exposing her anus for Annelotte’s pleasure. “I’ve always admired the girth of your cock, Annelotte. I want to feel it inside me!”
Annelotte grabbed onto Branwen’s toned ass, squeezing the cheeks between her fingers to get a feel for their springiness. She rubbed the length of her shaft across Branwen’s lubed ass. Squelching noises came from between Branwen’s crack. Annelotte angled her cockhead just above Branwen’s anus and gently edged the tip into her asshole. Branwen gave out a cry of pleasure as Annelotte’s glans rubbed against her ring, sliding further along into the folds of her bowels. There was a warm, throbbing sense of fullness she had never experienced before, until Annelotte had pushed herself all the way into Branwen’s butt.
“You’re really tight and warm down here,” said Annelotte. “I can move my dick a little. It makes these sexy sounds when I do.”
“Hu-hurry up and thrust,” said Branwen. “Pinch your head against my prostate. My dick feels like it’s going to explode already!”
“Enjoy,” said Annelotte with a cheery grin.
Annelotte thrusted in and out of Branwen’s ass, savoring every inch of her rectum with her shaft. The tight, warm pressure squeezed around her glans, dribbling precum along her rod and lubing it up more. She could think of nothing but keeping her dick inside of Branwen. Both womens’ pussies became wet, leaking across their thighs and filling the room with a pungent, womanly scent that only made their heads fuzzier, drowning them further in pleasure.
“Your ass feels so good,” said Annelotte.
“Thank you! Thank you for praising my ass!” Branwen shouted. “I feel so full.”
Branwen turned around. Annelotte’s hair had changed to a shade of jet black, and her eyes had taken on a menacing gleam. The demon side of Annelotte. Branwen had heard of her, and feared her more than the goblins. She never expected to encounter such a fearsome warrior after willingly letting her into her ass. Branwen clenched her sphincter tighter, hoping to control the demon warrior as best she could.
Annelotte’s sword had turned into a spear. Her cock had lost some girth inside Branwen, but had grown longer, reaching further back into her bowels. The glans were more pronounced, scraping against her insides with a rough pushing that, even now, was still more gentle than her days fighting in the arena. Branwen thrust her ass into the air, jerking Annelotte around by her cock. Annelotte reacted with a smirk.
“Do you think you can handle me now?” she said.
“I’m not afraid of you,” said Branwen. “My asshole will never break for the likes of your cock. It’s a strong flower blooming amidst the desert. I’m going to keep going until you break from orgasmic pleasure.”
Annelotte held tightly onto Branwen’s butt. Her balls slapped against Branwen’s pussy, splashing trickles of pussy juice everywhere. Branwen moaned in pleasure. She wanted to stroke her cock, but if she let up for even a second Annelotte would overtake her. Branwen contracted her sphincter, pushing against Annelotte’s cock. When only the glans was near her hole, Branwen picked up her hands and fell forward. Her firm breasts and hard cock pushed against the sheets as she spread open her anus, letting Annelotte’s cock gently slide out of her body.
She felt a sense of warm relief in the emptiness of her backside. She quickly turned around and grabbed Annelotte by the arms, holding her against the pillows and the messy bed sheets. Annelotte was still in demon mode, but remained oddly calm as Branwen readied her erect cock. While keeping her in place, Branwen rubbed her shaft against Annelotte’s wet pussy, staining it with her juices before moving her engorged glans down towards the demon’s anus.
“Now it’s your turn,” Branwen said.
Branwen’s cock went in with one thrust. Her glans widened Annelotte’s asshole, clearing the way for her to go in all the way up to her balls.
“That went in much easier than I expected,” Branwen said.
“Yuit... liked playing with my ass,” said the demon Annelotte, showing a calmer side that few had seen. “I only wanted to penetrate because I’ve always been on the other end.”
“Then I’ll be gentle,” said Branwen. “I’ve done this with countless men. And women. Even if you’re a demon, I like that about you.”
Branwen leaned in for a kiss. She didn’t have the hang of it. The clients she’d been servicing only asked for kisses occasionally. Branwen had never felt love for anyone but her dragon before. With her lips overlapping Annelotte’s and her sturdy, girthy cock buried deep in the leader of the rebellion’s ass, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling was love, but it was probably the closest she’d come to it. Her body was filled with warmth, and she could feel the beating of her heart and the throbbing of her dick, alternating with a steady rhythm.
While she was kissing Annelotte, Branwen’s other hand began to massage her partner’s breasts. They were soft and heavy, with nipples that had grown darker when she activated her demon powers. Annelotte’s grunts turned into moans as Branwen kept pounding her, embracing her and feeling her warmth. She never wanted this to end.
Branwen pulled away from the kiss, a trail of saliva leading between their lips. She raised herself and began jerking Annelotte’s strong cock. The smegma that had built up in her foreskin made it easy for Branwen to push Annelotte faster, closer, to the brink of orgasm. When she saw precum start to leak from Annelotte’s cockhead, her own began to edge closer to orgasm.
“I’m about to cum!” said Branwen. “Your body’s so good.”
“Show me your strength!” said Annelotte. “I’ve never met a warrior who could make my spear limp so quickly.”
“Take all of it!” shouted Branwen.
Branwen’s cock tensed up, and released all of its hot spunk inside Annelotte’s butt. Annelotte orgasmed alongside her, squirting her cum into the air. Drops of pearly white semen landed on Branwen’s tanned skin, rolling down from her breasts to her navel. She scooped it up and tasted it. Slightly smoky, but it kept the orgasmic vibes in her body for a little longer, until she became soft enough to pull out and gaze lovingly at her semen dribbling out of Annelotte’s brown hole.
Annelotte returned to normal, the demon in her fading. She panted heavily, her body numb from the sensation of orgasm.
“My dick feels sore,” said Annelotte. “That was amazing. I’ve never made love like that before.”
“I was good?” asked Branwen.
“One of the best,” said Annelotte.
“Thank you,” said Branwen. “Would you mind staying the night?”
“Not at all,” said Annelotte.
Branwen and Annelotte spent the night spooning against each other. Branwen would leave the sheets out to dry when she went back to work. She thanked Annelotte with a kiss on the cheek as she left to resume her adventuring. It was time for another day at the brothel. Whatever her clients wanted to do would pale in comparison to the amazing night she had with Annelotte. Thinking of that kept her hard all day.
Life was looking up for her and her dragon. They had the freedom to fly anywhere, but for now, she was happy to stay put here. Where she could learn to love her body, herself, and her fellow townsfolk, all wrapped in each others’ pleasure.
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