Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Queening Blade	By : FalstaffKisaragi Category: +M to R > Queen's Blade: Rurou no Senshi Views: 12378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own or profit from Queen's Blade.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Cattleya had come out to the woods to get some supplies for smithing. While the dwarves had the materials she needed most of the time, it was told that the elves had the things that would give her the stamina needed to forge weapons for the kingdom. She hoped most of them would be purely ornamental, but in this line of business, it was never a sure thing.

Her silhouette was visible on the horizon, and well known to all. Cattleya was tall, with a lightly muscular build and a huge pair of breasts. The powerful, sweaty scent from between her cleavage could be sensed from a ways around, smelling of her shop and her own uniquely intoxicating smell. There was something different about Cattleya on this journey, however.

She was eight months pregnant, with a belly that was nearly as large as her breasts. Her protruding navel stuck out from beneath her clothes, and her nipples had begun to darken. While they were once a deep pink, they had become an earthy shade of brown now, and would occasionally dribble out milk onto her clothes.

This wasn’t a problem for Cattleya. Her breasts were big enough, and had been since she started adventuring, that she could easily pick it up and suck her own nipple. It was her favorite way of pleasuring herself. She remembered that night, after the rest of her guild had gone home and it was only her and that boy in the inn. The night she met the man who would eventually become her husband.

It was nine years ago. The inn had all but closed down for the night. It was a cheap looking place. The rest of Cattleya’s guild was interested in pursuing the nightlife of Gainos. Cattleya preferred to stay behind and take stock of all the iron and ores they had gathered in today’s questing. The dim glow of the inn room’s hanging light accentuated the curves of her body. Her breasts back then were nearly the same size as they were today, with only a cup size or two different.

Cattleya sorted through the raw materials and came upon something she had discovered, locked away in a treasure chest. It was made of steel, with a phallic shape. There were only three men in their treasure hunting guild, and Cattleya wasn’t all that interested in the other two. One was obsessed with only having the biggest and best weapons, and constantly bragged about it to the women. The other was obsessed with ranking the girls in Queen’s Blade tournaments past and present, and was constantly asking Cattleya for her “stats.”

Then there was Owen. At the time, Owen wasn’t nearly as buff as he would eventually become. He was an average man with the same love of crafting as Cattleya, and knew that a weapon needed to be tactile and aesthetic to be of use to anyone. Cattleya had seen him changing into his armor, and gotten a peek at him before. If she remembered, it was probably about the size of this fertility artifact.

Cattleya removed her clothes. She had only been wearing a pair of panties. There were very few bras in the kingdom in her size, and her armor usually provided enough support to hold her heavy bosom. Her panties were removed as well, and soon the only thing Cattleya was wearing was her glasses.

She looked around the bedroom desk. A jar of honey, purchased at the market earlier that day, was sitting beside her papers. Cattleya dipped the artifact’s tip into the honey jar. Transparent golden streaks of the sticky liquid dripped down the head of the shaft, gathering on the rounded balls at its base.

“Owen...” Cattleya thought to herself. “I want to taste you, to feel what you’re like. I saw you getting hard in the bath when you thought I was going to enter. Watching those veins begin to throb as it became hard, the way your balls gently dipped into the water... I want to know you more.”

She pinched her nipple between her fingers. The deep pink nub slowly rose, sending a pleasant wave down to her clitoris. She had never shaved down there. On one adventure, when Owen was using her lap as a pillow, he said that her thighs were soft, and the thing in between them was too. Cattleya was certain that his tongue had gone into her pubic hair and licked up some of the sweat that evening, but it may have been her becoming aroused.

Cattleya pushed her breasts together, and propped up the artifact between them.. She licked the head, gently slurping the honey off it with her tongue. The warmed steel beneath it did not react to her gentle motions. She wished it was a real cock, so she could get the reaction to her gentle tongue work. She knew how to make her own nipples throb, surely the same would work on his dick.

Cattleya moved her fingers down to her clitoris, rubbing against it while sticking two fingers inside her dripping wet lower lips. The room filled with a squelching noise as her fingers gently pushed inside her pussy, massaging the walls with a rotating motion. Her lips closed around her fingers, and the artifact bounced between her breasts. The artifact was quickly sucked dry of its honey, and was now covered in only her saliva and sweat. It slid between the valley of her breasts, landing on the rolls of her stomach.

The young adventurer looked past her breasts at the artifact wobbling on her belly as she tweaked her clitoris harder, approaching a climactic orgasm. She placed one hand underneath her breast, and began sucking her nipple. Her mouth was full of her large, puffy teat and the surrounding flesh, muffling her moans into an incoherent squeal of pleasure.

This was just the thing to do after a heavy day of questing. Her body was loosening up, and all the sweat pouring down her body made her feel much cooler. Her head was filled with thoughts of the bodies of the girls in her guild, and in the center of it all, Owen’s dick. She sucked hard on her nipple, feeling as though she was going to draw it towards the back of her throat.

Knock knock. That couldn’t be the innkeeper, and there was only one other guest who knew who she was.

“Can I come in?”

Cattleya released her breast from her mouth. Her nipple was coated in saliva, which was drooling down her breast and across her waist. “Owen? It’s okay.” She said. The artifact fell from her stomach onto the floor with a loud clanging noise.

Owen walked in. He didn’t wear much anyway, but the shorts he had on were barely concealing the bulging erection beneath his pants. The outline of his shaft and sack was completely visible - he may as well have not been wearing anything.

“Did you hear me masturbating?” Cattleya asked.

“These walls are pretty thin,” said Owen. “You’re a pious woman, aren’t you? Practicing holy poses in the middle of the night.”

“This is just a way to relieve stress,” said Cattleya. “All that adventuring and sweating out in the woods all day. Surrounded by people who are into it as you are. Sometimes I just want to let that tension out.”

“You and me both,” said Owen. “Cat, I’ve had my eye on you for some time. You know more about crafting than anyone else in this guild.”

“You’re pretty skilled yourself,” said Cattleya. “I didn’t climax before you walked in. The gentlest touch and my pussy juice might spray all over your face.”

“Then it’d be the best thing I’ve been covered in all day,” said Owen. “If you make me hot enough, you might be able to forge my blade into your pussy’s shape.”

“That’s how you’re going to make our first time? That’s so awkward. So cute,” said Cattleya. She reached for the edge of his pants and pulled them down. Owen’s fully erect penis sprung out. His foreskin had already been peeled back. He was as hairy as Cattleya. The width of his balls was nearly the same as her areola, and all of it was as tan as the adventurer’s sun-touched skin.

“Seeing it up close, it’s so different,” Cattleya said. “You’re looking a little wet on the tip yourself.”

Cattleya climbed off the bed and onto the floor. She was at eye level with his cock. She pressed her tongue into the glans, licking up the dribbling precum from the tip. It tasted like her sweat. Owen’s eyes were looking down at her erect nipples. Cattleya laughed, and picked up her breasts with her hands.

“You must be pretty strong to carry those things,” said Owen. “I like that in a woman.”

“They’re still growing,” Cattleya said. She slid Owen’s thick cock into her cleavage, wrapping the flesh around it until only the head was visible, poking out of her breasts like a small animal. She pressed in on the sides of her breasts, squeezing the shaft tight with her pressure. Owen’s cock became coated in her sweat, and slid between her breasts, the glans meeting with Cattleya’s tongue on its way up before being absorbed into her cleavage once again.

Her breasts were so large that she could feel the tautness of his balls slapping against the underside of her chest. Owen’s face contorted into a pleasurable expression, his brow sweating as the girl he had harbored a crush on massaged his dick with her most visible charm point. “Cat... I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Let loose on my chest,” Cattleya said cheekily. “Give me all of it!”

Owen came. Sticky, musky-smelling semen shot out of his glans, splattering the top of Cattleya’s chest and the lenses of her glasses. She let gravity take hold of her chest once more, and scooped the cum off her glasses and dolloped it into her mouth. It was salty and warm, and felt like it wriggled down her throat, but it was not altogether unpleasant.

“Your boobs felt amazing,” said Owen.

“I’m not the only one packing something,” said Cattleya, slurping the rest of the semen dropping out onto Owen’s foreskin. “My thighs are soaked. You can continue inside me.”

“I dunno, Cat. If I can’t get fired up, we may have to save that for tomorrow,” he said.

“I’ve got just the thing,” Cattleya said. “This fertility artifact was made to please all who used it. Now you bend over on the bed.”

Cattleya opened a bottle of oil she had on the bedside. It was meant to be used during her bath to wash away the grease from crafting, but it had other uses. She covered her hand in the stuff, and spread apart Owen’s ass. His hole, breathing above his balls, greeted her. It stank of sweat and her saliva. She found it cute. Owen felt a slimy feeling between his cheeks as his asshole was lubed up by Cattleya’s large yet nimble fingers.

“Are you sure this thing can fit inside me?” he asked.

“Certainly,” said Cattleya. She wriggled the tip of the artifact around Owen’s anus, before thrusting it in, swallowing it up to the base in one go. Owen let out a loud grunt, surprised at having something go back up there for the first time.

It worked. Cattleya rubbed her fingers across the length of his pole, and it started to become erect once more. She licked the last drops of his semen off, and spread her hairy pussy lips on the edge of the bed. “I think you’re ready to go. So am I.”

“This is... not what I expected, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard,” said Owen. “Whoever forged this did a damn fine job.” He placed his glans at the entrance of Cattleya’s pussy. Slowly, her lips wrapped around the head, enveloping it in a pleasant, sticky warmth. Owen pushed further inward, until his balls were slapping against Cattleya’s thick thighs.

“It’s really thick,” Cattleya said. “Feels much better in my pussy than my breasts.”

“I think your boobs were tighter,” said Owen. “This pressure is incredible.”

Cattleya squeezed her legs together, massaging the length of Owen’s shaft. Owen reached across the bed, and massaged Cattleya’s pudgy stomach. The way her flesh moved about, contorting the size and shape of her navel, was super erotic. It was enough to make him even harder. His body became enveloped in heat and sweat, so much that he nearly forgot the artifact shoved up his ass.

“You’re the best, Cat,” said Owen. “Let’s tell the guild about this later.”

“I’d rather we go for another date first,” said Cattleya. “Show me what you can do when you’re really ready.” Owen blushed at the thought.

Owen sucked on Cattleya’s nipple, swirling his tongue around her areola. Her tip was flicked back and forth, becoming steadily more erect until every dart of his tongue left Cattleya’s legs clenching together. The ruggedness of his foreskin brushing against her clitoris left Cattleya on the verge of orgasm. She picked up her other breast and deeply sucked at her own nipple once more. Her plump, sweaty ass rubbed against the inn bed’s sheets, staining them with her scent.

Owen and Cattleya rocked back and forth, lost in the passions of their lust. The night could’ve turned to day and the guild could leave without them, and in this moment, they wouldn’t care. They climaxed at the same time. A hot splurt of semen oozed into Cattleya’s pussy as she squirted onto his stomach, her girlish rain marking him as her lover.

In a final, exhausted move, the artifact fell out of Owen’s butt, and he fell limp. Cattleya collapsed onto the bed, juices dripping out of her lips and onto the sheets. It was the best first night either of them could ask for. They bathed together in the nearby hot springs, where they would love each other one more intense time, until the time for adventure drew near again.

When Cattleya found out she was pregnant, she wasn’t surprised. Their smithing business was successful, and their guild friends were enough of an extended family that any child of theirs could be successfully raised.

Cattleya did not expect to find herself lost in the Elven Forest. She thought she knew the way around here, but soon enough, all the woods started to look the same. She didn’t want to use her Giant Killer to carve a path on the trees. They may have been peoples’ homes, and getting on the bad side of the forest elves would not be a wise move.

“Are you the Weapons Merchant Cattleya?” asked a voice from behind the trees.

A tall, blonde girl with pointy ears, clad mostly in green and red, stepped out of the woods. “I am Alleyne, of the forest elves. We’ve heard about your exploits.”

Cattleya slumped down near the side of a large tree. Her line of sight was directly up the skirt of the woman called Alleyne. There was nothing beneath that skirt, so Cattleya had a full view of Alleyne’s supple loweer lips, her light and fluffy under hair and...

Alleyne moved to cover her loins in embarrassment, but she couldn’t hide the growing erection beneath her skirt. “Your pregnant form is beautiful. There’s nobody like you in the forest,” said Alleyne. “I can ask the elves to provide you with whatever materials you need. If you’ll let me have a mid-afternoon tryst with you?”

Cattleya removed her clothes, exposing her darkened, dripping nipples and her gravid stomach. Her pubic hair was sticking out the edge of her panties, only exciting Alleyne more. “You must be the Fighting Master. I’d love to learn from you.”

“I am rather skilled with using a spear. 75 points!” said Alleyne sheepishly. She removed all but her hat. Her clothes fell onto the soft grass with a light, pleasant thud.

The two women glanced at each other lovingly, and embraced each other in a tender kiss. The blacksmith’s plump form and the elven maiden’s slender body intertwined underneath the trees.

To be continued...
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Queening Blade