Jealousy

A Vilaya x servants Piece

Lounging within her throne and running her long, delicate digits along her necklace to tap at the adder fangs upon it, Lady Vilaya was listening to her faithful rat Dirva's thoughts on a current situation. The situation was not really something new for the Quean of the Ravagers, they were always seeking out somewhere to overwhelm and pillage, but this story from Dirva intrigued her. Generally, Dirva was the one that spent her days listening to Vilaya and not the other way around, instead Dirva was busy telling her about a place not far off where there was a famous Abbey with a very attentive nature towards the lives of the woodlanders of Mossflower around it.

Though Vilaya was not opposed to all out war to overwhelm her enemies and claim what she wanted, Dirva's stories and warnings about previous mistakes made be villains in elder days were more... concerning. Vilaya was considering what she should do, whether she should consider this spot as a place to ravage of whether she should just look for a place with more obvious treasures! The sable ad the rat were speaking calmly with one another within the lair of Althier, they were interrupted by the rather smug cackle that came from the quean's second-in-command, Zwilt the Shade, as he strolled in with a lick to his whiskers.

"Lady... I came to inform you that I've dispatched a local thug and his warband are now amongst the Ravagers. I had a feeling that some grand plan was on the horizon and thought to increase our number." Zwilt beamed, a fellow sable his fur was curiously not as lustrous as his mistress' but as always, Dirva knew it was time to leave when Zwilt entered the chamber in this kind of mood. The rat stroked the quean's fur down from her tail gently, insisting that she would see her in the morning with more information and Zwilt watched her leave. He curled his lips towards the old rat, watching and waiting for her to depart as his tail thickened, his hackles lifted slightly and he waited until the lair was emptied of all others before he turned to his quean and she gave a scoff.

"Why do you get so... testy... over who has access to my lair, friend..." Vilaya beamed in amusement, a wicked but beautiful grin slipping onto her elegant features as her almond shaped eyes seemed to lower their lids seductively. She knew what Zwilt wanted and she was feeling rather eager for it herself... Zwilt was the only Sable she knew that was not related to her in this region and so Zwilt was the only partner she felt comfortable to be with. He knew how rough their kind liked it, despite their elegant looks and he knew that all he needed was to get the lift of a paw in permission, watch her lean back into the seat and he could ravish her.

"Your fur looks beautiful... Dirva does a good job helping you keep it smooth..." Zwilt was perhaps more sadistic than your average male sable, enjoying to challenge and seemingly put himself in risk before he had the pleasure of ripping someone's ego and body to pieces! His mouth was filling with drool, desperation to bite into her fur and to stab himself into her body and just take her as brutally as he could was making his erection obvious within his fur. The longer he had to try and make conversation as he seemed to pace in front of the throne, the more Vilaya was amused by him and gaining her own kind of sadistic glee by denying him touching her as she spread her legs. His whole body seemed to go rigid, he looked ready to dart onto her, but she did not lift her hand and instead continued to play with her necklace as she hummed.

"I'm considering targeting Redwall Abbey and the Mossflower Woods around it... you heard of this place, Zwilt?" She questioned thoughtfully, turning her head to the side and grinning in delight to see the angry look upon his face as his whiskers twitched and he looked irritated. He had heard of it, heard of the colossal failings of over horde leaders that had become obsessed with the Abbey and its treasures, but at the same time he did not doubt that his own crew would be able to overcome such a place. He stepped to her, pulling back his tunic and then freeing himself of all clothing as amongst this dark fur that throbbing phallus was visible peering through the silken hairs. Vilaya gave a chuckle of amusement as she kept her legs spread and sighed. "Will you lead my horde as my second?"

That was usually the permission, her paw dropping from the necklace and instead her paw slumping out. Something in her tone had confused Zwilt just a little bit, but at the same time he was desperate to claim his reward as he wrapped his arms about her body and with a snarl dug his muzzle into her fur. His nose was hidden within the smooth fuzz, but his teeth nipped viciously into her flesh, tugging her and holding her, squeezing as she gave out pained moans of pleasure as the other sable then forced himself into her as hard as he could!

The male sable's cock stabbed down into the long ago hollowed snatch of the female, stuffing in amongst the growing damp and rubbing it raw. She moaned out loudly in pain, his cock stuffing in deeper, forcing her right open and make her hips ache in agony against the sudden surge of pressure within. She groaned out in desperation as Zwilt's cock pulled back and with a heft grunt, he half clambered into the lap of the throne and pulled her groin into his. Then, the male sable began to pump his cock in and out as violently as possible, ignorant to the blood dripping from a new tear that made Vilaya's body burn but her nipples strain in pleasure.

He growled and snarled, squeezing her neck within his pinscher-like teeth as she groaned out in pleasure at the sounds of her snatch becoming wet at last and the dull thud becoming pleasant squelches. The more he thrust into her hard, the more he was touching every sensitive nerve inside and making her moan out. This was just part of their ritual, sadistic Zwilt like to push her as hard as he could to see her in discomfort, but Vilaya would never be in discomfort... she liked it rough. The rougher he was, the more she felt and the more she felt good, the louder her moans and the more irritated he became that he could not control her this way.

He rammed himself in harder, biting hard enough to taste blood and yet Vilaya just seemed to orgasm, her snatch watering down his length. He growled, pushing her back against her throne for a grunt. He pulled back his jaws with some of her fur sticking out of his jaws as he just hurried to push himself in deeper and deeper. Her breasts bounced gently and he stuffed his paws upon them, stabbing his claws around her in a tight pinch as she gave a seemingly pained moan. It was fake of course, she didn't find him painful, but then it was just enough for him to cum in a thick dollop within her body, only to pull out with a groan as she startled to cackle, his cum dripping down from her torn and bleeding snatch.

"You try too hard... ever thought of just being slow and tender?" Vilaya chuckled wickedly as Zwilt stepped over to the bowl of water and wash cloth in the room. He gently rubbed himself clean, ignoring her cackling as she then asked what he thought about how to take down Redwall. Zwilt was ignoring her for a time, far more locked into cleaning himself before he then straightened up with a deep growl before bringing the water over to her. Even if he'd made the mess, he knew who was in charge and she moaned pleasantly as he cleaned her out before he then straightened up and gave a grunt, giving a snort.

"The Abbey isn't that big, the Ravagers could easily overwhelm it, there aren't real warriors there, just frightened woodlanders that would not know how to cope with an attack they were not ready for. We could swarm over them... it would be far more interesting that way." Zwilt scoffed, grinning wickedly with his whiskers twitching in fascination as he considered the sheer terror and agony upon the face of those woodlanders. Bring up siege towers and battering rams and just crash into the walls at dusk and that would be it. That way, the Abbey would be taken with ease. He stroked his whiskers down and began to smooth out his ruffled fur before Vilaya gave sound of disappointment. It made his hide ripple in fury... why would she have second thoughts on something he thought should be the right way to do it. "What?"

"That's not subtle... these are emotional beings who would rather let themselves be slaughtered than let the Abbey go... you can't use brute strength in everything that you do... Zwilt." Vilaya chuckled rather sweetly as the figure was growling suddenly, irritated that she would suddenly dismiss his idea. He was her second-in-command, the only one allowed in here but for that rat and the only one that could relay her orders and her desires precisely. He glowered at her, she seemed to be ignoring him as she stood up off her throne, one or two droplets of blood still glittering amongst the beautiful sable fur as she strolled down towards the food that had been left for her. "No... this has to be cunning... do you have some soldiers you would say were cunning?"

"I might... but I'm more than suitable to do whatever you believe you need them to do..." Zwilt hissed, curiously irritated that she was ignoring him completely. It was not like Vilaya to choose anyone aside from him to do the job. She was always making sure that he knew what was happening, he was in control, because then he'd be quick to know who messed up and needed swift and sadistic punishment. But Vilaya just wagged a paw at him with her beautiful, neat claws glittering in the light against the raw patch of ruffled fur on her neck.

"I need two potentially expendable figures that can do a good job and you on the front lines ready to take it down as soon as they realise what's happened. There's only one way to deal with those kinds of woodlanders... they're family units, generation after generation living and working around that building... so you risk the next generation and make sure they understand that." Vilaya stated casually, which made Zwilt hiss in irritation to think that he was to choose others to go out and collect youngsters... but for what? Was she going to have them strung up? It would certainly do a good job of scaring the spirit out of the woodlanders, maybe even turn them against the Abbey... but that was something he could do easily as Vilaya gave a chuckle. "We just need to kidnap a few youngsters and threaten their throats... might have to kill one to make a point but, they could be useful too."

"Useful? What's the point in keeping them alive?" Zwilt grunted in irritation as he looked at quean with a sneer upon his face. He could not quite explain what was bothering him the most about this suggestion, but it was obvious that Vilaya had said her piece. She swatted her paw at him, insisting he go out and do his job and he curled his lip. He'd gotten his reward already so he had no reason to remain with her, but he thought he had an idea of who he should bring in for her, not that he liked it that much and he turned to her. "If they do a good job, you won't reward them, will you?"

"Would that upset you?" Vilaya beamed thoughtfully, picking up a glass of wine and slowly twirling her neat digits around the rim of the glass. She was giving him a funny expression that said straightaway that she wanted to know exactly what was going on inside his head, if she did enjoy the pleasures of others. Zwilt's eyes narrowed in fury, he could not help but feel a massive spark of jealousy rocket through his body and he curled his lips and gave a vicious hiss.

"I'll get them to you... but if you do anything with them, I might just kill them." Zwilt warned, curious as to whether Vilaya would take him seriously, because he was serious! Vilaya just sipped her drink, practically ignoring him as she drank and then continued to twirl her digits over the top. Zwilt gave a snort and then departed, stomping his feet hard and then hurrying onwards. He marched out of her lair and took a while before he reached the rest of the Ravagers in the darkness of the evening and then slipped into his own tent to consider the matter.

He had a good idea of the two he needed for the task but he was not happy to find them, report their mission to them and then have to let them into her lair to ensure they were ready for the job. It was unusual for her to ask him to bring them in before the job was done, but Dirva was quite firm on them being Vilaya's orders and so Zwilt had to obey. He dragged behind him two weasel soldiers... Grakk and Fallug. Both of them hated each other, which suited Zwilt because he was not keen on this bizarre tactic of capture youngsters to work as well as his queen hoped. Fallug was big compared to Grakk, but the other had the sharper tongue and as they paced after the grimacing sable, they were brought into her lair where she was now lounging on her bed without her cloak or her weapons... not even her necklace.

Zwilt's jaw dropped, the two weasels went motionless for a second too, Vilaya was looking sexy as she rolled on the bed, spreading her legs just slightly to flash a little of the pink before her plush tail swung around to cover her. She was yawning and sighing as if she'd only gotten up, her breasts bouncing when she moved to fast and the teats sometimes peek past the fur. There was an arousing smell in the air as well and the two weasels were motionless in anxiety but also arousal as Zwilt's mouth began to water and he wanted to jump her and shake her in his jaws whilst ramming it in!

"Grakk and Fellug... right? Good... that will be all Zwilt, you can go wait outside till I'm done telling them the mission." Vilaya stated, swatting her paw at him to leave and Zwilt's jaw dropped in fury! No one was supposed to be allowed in here or to see her like that then him... jealousy and rage boiled inside him but he had to leave. Dirva appeared, the rat beckoning him to follow her out, only to find she led him to a curtained spot where he could watch in case Vilaya needed saving. Zwilt hissed at the rat's comments, but he listened in fury as Vilaya chuckled in delight and patted her bed. "Come you two... this might be your chance of promotion... but the task I have ahead is a hard one, so I thought it best to offer an enticement so you both know what you'll get individually if you do well."

"Uh... yes Boss!" Both weasels stated together, feeling sheepish and yet eager as they hurried over to the bed as she beckoned them over. As they clambered onto it, looking excited and eager, settling and staring at her with giddy eyes although it was only as they sat there, they realised that the size difference between them and Zwilt was obvious with the female of the species too! It surprised them but excited them too as she stroked their white cheeks and their stumpy chestnut-coloured tails wiggled in excitement as she grinned.

"So... I thought you could both enjoy the use of my body... together... so that you understand how serious I am about the mission you're about to start. So do as you will, knowing if you succeed, you'll get individual treatment." Vilaya stated gently, smiling happily as she spread her legs for them to look, only to show a curious kind of gymnastic ability as she lifted up a leg straight up. She dropped a paw to pull her tail away, showing a glistening tail hole that she tapped gently with a chuckle. "There's a hole for each of you..."

The two males were shuddering in excitement, visibly erect just from seeing her showing off such exciting places. They licked their lips in excitement, barging at each other suddenly as they argued over who was to have her and then she just giggled at them. Zwilt watched furiously, he'd never even been permitted to touch any hole but the other and he hissed as Dirva flicked his ear, telling him to just watch and behave. The rat then left and though perhaps any other male might have decided to be a voyeur and enjoy himself at watching her with a couple of idiots... he could not when he was so angry.

Fellug finally pushed Grakk right off the bed and hurried to wrap himself around the front of Vilaya as she lounged on her side. He rushed, barging into her bust with his forehead, grinning and lapping hurriedly at her bosom as she just chuckled and lifted her tail for Grakk. Whilst Fellug busied himself between her breasts, Grakk clambered back onto the bed and hopped beside her, irritated not to get at her breasts but licking his digits and then pushing two right into her backside. She gave a sharp intake, shocked that he would be so rude and yet giving a soft laugh as if she was in control of what was going on. Grakk pumped his digits in and out of her eagerly before Fellug then lifted his paws up and squeezed at her breasts.

They were both rough, that was not unusual but they were irritating as they seemed to be mucking about and not actually doing what she had expected them to do. Surely they would just take and forget about foreplay? She groaned gently in frustration before Fellug finally seemed to get the idea and hooked up a leg, stuffing his unimpressive cock right into her. She gave out a soft groan, enjoying the slight pain but then finding that the weasel's cock was not long enough to rub right against the good sport. She'd assumed that before, hence she'd desired them both, but Fellug was thrusting in so roughly it was irritating.

Grakk pulled his digits out, getting bashed by her hips and groaning in irritation as he watched her whole body getting jogged and rocked. Fellug's head butted into her breasts, his hips crashed into her, his cock stuffing in but not deep enough, her body too used to Zwilt to even hold onto him tightly enough. But Grakk helped lift the leg up more, then forced his cock into her backside, she gave a sudden gurgling sound of frustration before she felt him pushing his cock right up against Fellug's. They could both feel it inside her, a strange sort of meeting point as they began to rub into her, rubbing against each other.

Vilaya moaned in delight, thankful for the sensation of them both rubbing her enough that the sensation was getting to her. As they began to thrust madly into her rubbing against one another's form with her flesh between as they groaned and grunted. Though they did not like the idea of touching each other, the fact that she was so warm, wet and welcoming was fantastic. The fact she did not grip them as tightly as they both might prefer did not matter either, they moaned and sighed as they grasped her and shook her happily together. As they continued, she began to moan louder then them, insisting it felt great, knowing that Zwilt was listening and hissing away in fury.

As the two continued to pump into each other, sneering at each other and complaining that the other moved too fast, Vilaya just made sure to big up all the sound she could as Zwilt finally gave up and stepped away. He stormed out of the lair with a sneer on his face and did not wish to come back, reminded that she was a quean both in insult and in nature and she was the leader... for now.

Whilst Vilaya was unaware he was gone, she still accepted the rod rubbing into her backside and the one within her pussy, not making it rough enough she'd feel the fantastic orgasm she wished, but then it stopped. Suddenly, Grakk gave a groaned as her backside had begun to twitch and squeeze around him, the sudden tightness all he needed for a swift glob of cum to fill her backside before she pulled out and then Fellug gave a cackle.

"Haha... speed-shooter!" Fellug groaned, only for the sudden mad twitching of Vilaya's body to squeeze at him enough that Fellug also came. He gave a groan, his arms wrapped about her tightly, gurning as he squeezed it all out and filled her with his seed. The event over, Vilaya was... disappointed, but she'd get what she wanted from them, even as her snatch dribbled water cum from one weasel and her backside squeezed and twitched out little bubbles of thick cum from the other. Vilaya groaned as she felt it itching its way out as the two weasels moaned and sighed and collapsed onto the bed, settling down and starting to snore away as she rolled her eyes.

"Zwilt's still better at piercing me..."

The End