Submission
a random short story
Submission
By: DarkSerpent
It was a bright day upon the kingdom of Lord Marcus. A vast territory that spanned over of miles. Stretching from the peaceful western farmlands to the tropical eastern coast. King Marcus was greatly loved amongst his subjects. A wise and just ruler who lead his land into great prosperity. Under his hand the land was tamed. The people were happy and content. Everything was exceedingly dull and boring. That is until one morning in late November. Storm clouds rolled over the great white castle of Marcus. Seemingly from nowhere a new figure entered his halls. A man cloaked in black, seeming to smoke as if his cloths smoldered. His thick hooves echoed across the hall of the great hall.
"King Marcus..." The man spoke as a large rattle slide out from under the robes and crackled gently.
"Yes?" The bear king stood as his servants around the room began to back away. The candles of the room grew dim and the man hissed under his breath. Lifting his head his bovine face came into view. His eyes the color of seawater over white sand. His horns slide through holes in his hood and gleamed white in the dark room. "I have come to warn you; renounce your kingdom, your castle, and your rule or you shall be cursed," The powerfully built muscle-gut spoke.
"How dare you! No one makes such orders in my court!" The bear roared and raised his arm. With that signal men rushed from every corner of the room. They surrounded the shadowed figure and raised their weapons to him. "Is that a no?" The man asked as his tail rattled louder. His hand slide out of his robes and his blunt hoof tipped fingers became engulfed in green fire.
"Yes," Marcus exclaimed bluntly. "So be it," A harsh tone came to his voice and green fire engulfed his form. His robes burned from his body and two massive black smoke wings opened on his back. The massive Bull/Serpent Half breed now towered over the guards who quickly backed away in fear. The bull hissed and stepped forward the marble floor cracking. Around the room portraits boiled to black, tapestries grew holes and shredded, the metal chandelier grew rusty and tarnished.
"Then I curse you and your land, to death," The pull raised his hand and a swarm of bats rushed from his hand. The king let out a mighty yell as he fell back onto his throne. One the winged mice left him only bones remained as if time and decay had claimed his body. The white stone of the castle grew black and the storm swirled overhead. His once great kingdom fell into chaos. Thieves and bandits ruled the country side. The lush forests became overgrown with vines and gigantic deadly beasts. The land soon fell unfertile and crops barely grew. Thus fell the Golden Age of Marcus, and began the Reign of Overlord Andreas.
A few short weeks later when news of Marcus death had traveled far. A new army arrived on the hills overlooking the black towers. In that small week the once great city was now a shell of its former self. The building empty with rats and roaches ruling the city. Rain fell over the city in a thick blanket. Great holes dug into the streets excavating out the sewers into pits and massive cavernous tunnels. Smoke bellowing from them as the forges and barracks beneath the streets.
The army led by Marcus cousin. A great powerful triceratops with a massive frill and big horns. His armor holding to his skin as he flexed his muscular body. His eyes peering out as a sea of men stood behind him ready to die for him. The banner carriers raised their flags as Marcus raised his sword into the air. "Charge!" He roared out lowering his sword to point at the city. With a massive rumble the army charged forth. Roaring down hillside the men prepared to reclaim the city. Suddenly Andreas appeared between the two.
He narrowed his eyes and a black horse stepped up beside him. A massive muscular Clydesdale standing taller then his master. Wearing a butler's uniform with deep golden eyes. His arms sitting at his sides silently with large white gloves covering his black hands. "Take care of this annoyance Simmons brings the cause to me," Andreas hissed and vanished into a mist of smoke. Simmons lifted his head and twisted his fingers softly and from smoke formed a great black scythe. With one swing he cleaved open a great canyon into the ground with little effort.
From the canyon great green light emitted from deep canyon and from it raised a mass of skeletal warriors. Each clawing their way from the darkness ready to attack. The armies rushed forward and like two trains their crashed into one another. Armor being torn and limbs flying as the two forces pushed against one another. Xaver narrowed his eyes atop the cliff and raised his sword and arrows fired from behind him soaring over his head and Simmons raised his head. Four hands came up on each side of him from two identical Siamese cat twins. Both smiled and with a single word the arrows stopped in place.
"Well Master was wrong thinking you could handle this yourself," The first smirked.
"So were here to save your ass,'" The other scoffed with a higher voice. "Shall we Nicholas?" Again the first smiled. "Always Richard," His brother snapped.
With the slight sound the arrows turned and flew back towards their senders. The archers cowered behind cover as their own arrows imbedded around them. The twins smiled and held their hands as their slender forms walked forward. There hips swinging softly as their tails moved simultaneously. As men rushed at them the held up their hands blasting them back with blasts of fire and pillars of ice. The Triceratops watched as his men were being slaughtered.
In his last effort he ordered his cavalry to charge forward to hopefully overtake the undead. The horse mounted solders rushed up and over the hill. The horses let out loud grunts as they ran down the skeletal men quickly cutting a line towards Simmons. Simmons stood with a calm face as a white centipede slide up from the back of his uniform. It slithered across his chest and to the ground. As it coiled down it grew massive stretching longer and growing much thicker. Soon it was a great bone Centipede with many skulls and other bleached bones covering its body. Green fire encasing its form as it lunged forward quickly cutting down the horsemen. Scattering the cavalry off into the crowd where they'd be much easier to eliminate.
In fear the triceratops turned to run. His army was falling quickly and he was in no position to die with them. As he turned completely he saw both of the twins stood behind him. "Hello there," Nick snapped forming the Triceratops armor to melt away. "Our master would like a word with you," Rick's tail swayed as his placed his hand on the lords chest. The distraught man grabbed his sword but suddenly felt the cold steel of a scythe wrapped around his neck.
Looking back the stallion glared down at him. "Now, an audience with my master your lordship," Simmons spoke in a deep commanding voice. Nodding the lordship was lead across the field of his slain warriors. Staring in disbelief he saw that his once proud army lay across the field. Blood staining the grass as their bodies are dragged into the pits.
The lord was lead into the black halls where Andreas sat on his cousin's throne. His bones resting around his feet. "What did you expect to accomplish?" Andreas chimed up at him. The twins moved over sitting on their master's lap. They kissed his neck as Xaver gritted his teeth. "You have dishonored my family, slaughtered my men, and cursed my cousin. I came to destroy you, you monster!" He growled. Andreas smiled and let his tail rattle as the boys lick up along his jaw line. They cleaned their master as he stood and stepped up to the much chubbier man. His tail whipped around and wrapped around the dino's neck lifting up.
He grabbed at his tail trying to pry it loose as he was starting to choke. Glaring down a thin stream of purple essence hissed from his own eyes to Xavers. Twisting inside his mind his gaze became transfixed as his he loosened his hands. Andrea's tail loosened and Xavers eyes remained unaltered. "Gaze deeply, your body is limp, your very soul is yielding, there is nothing left in your former existence, and there is only now and my voice," Andreas hissed under his breath softly.
The strong chubby dino's will was now broken as the purple strands sunk into his eyes. "Lick your master's hooves boy," Andreas glared down at him. Xaver quickly moved forward licking the hooves of his new master. Sucking and nuzzling the black ivory of those powerful hooves made the dino feel powerless. "Get on your belly bitch," Andreas put his foot on the back of his head. Pressing nose into the dirt and grim of the once great palace floors.
Andreas turned and moved into the castle. Its ruins hall crumbling and falling apart. The marble stones crashed in destroying whatever was unfortunate enough to be underneath them. Xaver followed with a blank expression. He came to a balcony staring out over the now dead landscape before him. With a hiss he felt Xaver continue licking his hooves obeying the order.
Turning he stared at the green and orange dino who cleaned up his leg a little. "Move up boy," He ordered and Xavers mouth came to his inner thighs which he quickly started to lick and clean of their musky scent. His tongue trailed up along his thigh and the horn on the end of his nuzzle came to rest against his loincloth. Whimpering gently he tugged at it wanting his master to give him more orders. "Do you want it, are you so weak that my corruption has spread that far," Andreas grabbed his horns. Xaver tugged harder and Andreas allowed him to peel down the bit of cloth.
His thick sheath came into view and which lead down to the full orbs hanging low below it. After almost drooling he leaned in and inhaled his mind lost now in this demons scent. He had never engaged in such acts but for some reason it came very naturally to him. Even under Andreas spell he could still see and know what he was doing. He simply had no control over his own body. Leaning in the end of his muzzle came to the large orbs which he licked softly.
His tongue trailed along the leathery and fuzzy flesh of the hanging balls. His hands came up to caress them, their weight and size filling both his hands easily. With a bit of enthusiasm he pulled one of the orbs into his mouth and began to suckle. He continued the very diligent cleaning of his master. Gently rolling the testicle in his mouth till he let it fall out covered in his slobber. Then he pulled in the other and continued the process.
Spitting out his other orb he moved up and buried his whole muzzle into the sheath. The thick smell of old piss and manly musk making him blush. Letting his tongue drag out it circled the flaccid and very thick head of his master's member. Running along the slit gently he coaxed it out. With each lick a little more of the monstrous cock slide out of it lair. Then like a great monolith rising from the desert the massive manhood stood before him. A throbbing piece of meat, thick with veins and fiery red. He wrapped his lips around the head and sucked in inch after inch till no more would fit. Sucking and licking he cleaned the member in his mouth. He pulled back slowly and the head was now a pacifier placed softly between his blunt teeth.
His head bobbed softly on the bovine meat. His jaw stretched to its very limit as he suckled ad finished his diligent cleaning. He released the man hood and smile rubbing his face across it gently to get the musk onto himself. Suddenly Andreas grabbed his horns and dragged him quickly to a large bed chamber. With a soft groan Xaver was laid face down onto the thin sheets. His big belly forcing his rump into the air. The two large halves of his ass jiggling with the movement.
Suddenly the half breed's powerful hand forced his tail up. This was followed quickly by a large powerful tongue running across his big rump. Shivering he gripped the bed and tried to look back seeing the massive horns resting against his back. With little effort he could easily end his life but he choose not to. Spreading his cheeks Andreas buried his nose against his soft pucker. His tongue dragged out along the soft ring. Circling it gently making the Triceratops let out a loud moan and gasps.
With a grunt he felt his master's weight come down on his back. That glorious member sliding between his big rump and against his entrance. Shaking he gripped the sheets harder unable to yell. The massive head began to spread him gently. A few minutes of this and suddenly it popped in with a sudden jerk. Andreas plowed deeper and deeper into the dino. He claimed his arse making the large chub groan out and clench down hard. Soon Andreas hips rested against his ass and the bovine let out a feral grunt.
That was the only signs of kindness that followed. What happened then was a full on onslaught on the triceratops virginity. Andreas hips never stopped; they slammed in roughly. His hand smacked the large ass with a loud snap. With fury and lust Andreas laid claim to the man before him. Hours passed of the hot, sweaty, intense, lustful attack. The former lords body was now full of the demons thick hot seed. Andreas sat on the edge of the bed staring out into the rain.
"You can speak again, my spell broke hour ago," Andreas hissed to the lord behind him. "I know..." Xaver watched him from the bed. It was true that hours ago Xaver broke free of the spell. However, something in the old lord made him want to stay. It made him want to endure the harshness of Andreas onslaught. Even now that strange feeling makes him lay upon Andreas bed. Forcing him to want to touch his new master. This new emotion for him was, Submission.