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Queen, a word that had so many meanings to so many people: to some tyrant, and to some leader of their grand nation, and to some it was simply the many heads of state that ruled the various kingdoms and empires of Elheim. Queen Khalmahla wondered how her subjects saw her now? She used to be a mighty queen, of a nation that was proud of its independence from the world at large, they’d weathered slavers, and other would-be conquerors, but that came to a halt when he had stepped foot onto their island's shore. Nyras was by all means worth of the title of Conqueror from a lowly farmer who lost everything, his farm his father and his sisters and mother who were sold into slavery: to the ruler of the entire island of Maco, he’d risen from the lowest dregs of society to be the highest in his realm. And when he conquered the 32 tribes of his land, he didn’t stop there-no his next step was Scalemore, Khalmahla’s kingdom. It made sense, Scalemore was fairly close to Maco, and it would offer a jumping off point to many more islands in the chain near them.

So, he came ashore, hundreds of boats loaded with warriors ready to battle. Her people fought valiantly, as they always did, kobolds were nothing if not tenacious. But kobolds were nothing compared to minotaur’s, and in a scant three months they’d overrun them and were close to putting her people and their kingdom as a small insignificant footnote in history, barely worth a page in any book writing about the conquests of Nyras. So, she made the sacrifice, offered her kingdom and herself to Nyras, so he would spare them all. As per the articles of surrender given to her, she was to become the conqueror's wife, his queen. That was seven years ago, and she still wondered if she did the right thing and did her people look at her as a traitor? Did they see her as a savior, or a coward unwilling to fight to the end. Seven years, those thoughts hung in her head.

Looking down, she sighed, cradling her fecund belly, this was her third clutch, in seven years, Nyras for all his battle prowess was a gentle man in private, and he seemed to love the fact that he would not only give him one child but sixty. She had no idea if she would ever marry when she was still an independent ruler, let alone having a single clutch now she was with her third, though she didn’t know if this would be her last. She loved her children dearly but part of her wondered if she was simply there to pump out heirs for Nyras.

“Lady Khalmahla?” She heard a voice speak to her, it was her most prized confidant, Adhya, she was her lady-in-waiting even before she became Nyras’ queen, and she was glad that she was allowed to keep her as her trusted friend and confidant.

“Adhaya, sorry, just lost in thought.” Khalmahla said as she stood up from her chair, Adhaya was probably there to collect her, since today was a special day, she and Nyras were meeting dignitaries from another kingdom, while most saw him as an upstart some did see value in having a minotaur with battle acumen in their sphere of influence, and the Kingdom of Chalaco, and Kingdom of Britoria were just those types of kingdoms. Nyras was not much of a speaker when it came to these kinds of things so he fell to her in that regard, she was good at talking to people.

“You look marvelous in the dress my lady.” Adhaya said as she appraised the outfit Khalmahla was wearing, it was from when they had visited Goka a few weeks ago, it was made with the finest silk, hewed with sequence and an amethyst brooch kept it together, and it also showed her belly, far too much for the normally very conservative Khalmahla, but Nyras had insisted on it, saying it would show the world her ‘radiance and motherhood,’ she didn’t like it but she went along with it. It definitely drew heads, as they walked from a powder room in the large estate that the meeting was taking place, servants, other nobles etc kept looking at her, making the kobold more than a little self-conscious of her appearance.

“Thank you, where is my husband?” Khalmahla asked as they neared the grand ballroom, part of these negotiations were a ball, not her or Nyras idea, it was insisted upon by Queen Emelia of Britoria, and after much arguing via letters (so many letters.) The queen had managed to get her way and so there was to be a ball before they would sign even a single shred of paper.

“In the ballroom, waiting for you, my lady.” Adhaya stated as she opened the door to the ballroom, where a crier read out her name and title, something that was apparently needed in Britoria.

“Introducing Lady Khalmahla, Queen of Scalemore and Maco, accompanied by her lady in Waiting Adhaya of Sarcon.” And soon all eyes were upon her, and she felt like her cold blood might turn warm, so many people were staring at her, and she felt vulnerable.

“My dearest,” She heard a booming voice speak to her, Nyras was wearing his finest clothes, forgoing the loincloth and armor he usually wore, he was wearing a coat made of fine fur and leather, he looked less like a conqueror and more like a man of means and wealth, which he was in a way. He held out his hand which she took, just as the music that was being played by the band changed, “May I have this dance?” He asked, bowing to her, he must have been brushing on his etiquette when she wasn’t looking.

“You may.” She stated, putting on a smile, their dance was kind of awkward, Nyras was nearly eight feet tall and Khalmahla barely reached to his knees, so this was tricky still they tried their best to mirror the dances of the other noblemen and women who were more accustomed to ballroom dancing, the two of them must looked out of place, even among the Ulv and Cervine, who made up the ball. She felt the eyes of everyone upon her, wondering if she was being judged, gawked at or simply thought of as an oddity who shouldn’t be here? She stopped dancing and looked at Nyras.

“Something wrong?” He asked, trying to figure out what was wrong with his wife. She didn’t say anything and simply left the dance floor, she needed fresh air, needed to clear her mind. She found the outside to the ballroom, looking over the balcony, she took in the air, it was overcast and she could see clouds hanging in the night sky, in the distance the lights of Newcrest shined, one thing they were here to negotiate was getting technology, Britoria had unlocked many wonders in the past three decades, and Nyras saw use in getting his hands on not only steam engines, but guns.

“Ah Queen Khalmahla, its good to see you at last in person.” She heard a voice speak, it was upper crust and very…condescending for lack of a better term. Sitting, smoking from a long cigarette stem, puffing smoke out into the cool night air, she was wearing an intricate ball gown, made of material similar to Khalmahla’s dress, but ten times regale and more opulent, she had brown fur, and had small horns similar to Khalmahla’s but more caprine like befitting a Cervine, and atop her head was a tiara. She must have been Queen Emelia.

“Evening my queen.” Khalmahla said as she bowed to the queen, who curtsied in reply, “What are you doing outside, shouldn’t you be indoors entertaining your guests?” Khalmahla asked.

“I could say the same to you.” The other queen spoke as she took a drag of her cigarette, that was one of the new things in vogue in her court, they’d gotten tobacco from her island and it was all the rage it seemed, that was one thing Khalmahla had some pride in, she’d negotiated that deal for the imports of tobacco into Britoria, and to see even the Queen was enjoying it was a good sign.

“I simply wanted some air,” Khalmahla spoke trying to take in as much air as she could, the queen puffed out a drag and didn’t say anything, the air between them was strange, the two of them were technically of the same social status two queens, but in practice the two of them were far off, “Do you ever feel you don’t belong?” She asked, not sure why she was opening up to this woman, but the two were of the same status so she might as well.

“Every day.” Emelia responded, as she took another drag of her cinerite before snuffing it and replacing it with a fresh one, she snapped her finger and a light flame appeared between her thumb and index finger and she lit the cigarette before snuffing the small flame.

“But I’m a queen, I mustn't show anyone my weakness, we’re meant to be strong,” Emelia stated with the kind of determination that only came from someone like her, “I fought tooth and nail to be the queen, my father didn’t want me in this place, and would have rather my brother in that role.” She added.

“You are a queen, don’t show the people here your fear, and least of all that brute of a husband you have.” Emelia spoke with a quiet pride that seemed to emit from her, Khalmahla nodded as she left the other queen to her own devices, she needed answers, Nyras was still in the ball looking around, trying to not stand out among the ulv and cervine as usual, Khalmahla grabbed his hand and pulled him along with her, which must have been a sight to behold since Nyras again, was so much taller and larger than Khalmahla and she was pulling him like a mother might do a misbehaving child. She pulled them to a more private area, where they could talk, and Khalmahla would finally air out the thoughts that had been plaguing her mind for seven years.

“What am I to you?” She asked plainly and without sugar coating it, she wanted to know what she was to Nyras, was she just some brood mother, to pump out heirs, an actual queen? What was she, she had to know, damn if they were at a formal event. Nyras was caught off guard by this and didn’t know how to respond.

“W-What do you mean?” He tried to suss out what Khalmahla was asking him about. She took a deep breath and asked him again.

“What. Am. I. To. You?” She said, emphasizing every single word in that question, “Am I your queen, or just here to pump out heirs for you?” She asked with as much firmness as her soft voice allowed, her heart was racing not since she first met him, and presented herself before him. She’d never felt so…vulnerable, she wanted to know once and for all, she bared her soul to him before: when they first met and when they married, and here she was again baring her soul to him.

The air between them was frigid, as Khalmahla waited, then Nyras spoke up.

“I love you,” He stated as he knelt down, trying to be on the same level as her, both physically and mentally, he held her close, so she could feel the warmth radiating off his fur, it seeped deep into her cold scales and made her shiver, “You are my queen, every day I thank Dimiou that I am your husband.” His voice was soft yet commanding, gentle yet firm, and she could see…tears flowing from his eyes, he rarely cried if ever.

“I’m sorry I didn’t show you this, I’m a failure of a husband to not shower you with the warmth you needed.” He said as he held her close to him, she could feel his heart beat the soft thump, thump, thump. She then asked him the other question that weighed upon her day in and day out.

“Did I do the right thing?” She asked, this question perplexed Nyras, “Did me surrendering do the right thing? how do my people even see their queen?” She asked, close to breaking down, for the first time in a long time, she’d felt like she was getting everything off her chest, Nyras took a deep breath and gave her his honest thoughts.

“I don’t know my love, what you did took more courage than most would have,” He stated with certainty, “to surrender, oneself for your own people most would rather die than do that.” The one thing one could count on for Nyras to do was speak honestly and plainly, and in the seven years she’d known him, he didn’t speak lies to her.

“I think your people see you as a good queen, I know my people see you and love you just as much as I do.” He stated with certainty. He picked her up and placed his lips to hers, those soft, inviting lips.

“Come my love, I think I saw a more private place for us, somewhere I can show you my true devotion to you.” He said as he carried her bridal style, she wondered where he would take her, when they found an empty room in the ballroom, it had no beds, but that didn’t matter to the two of them, there was a desk in the room, Nyras places her atop the desk and knelt down, lifting the kobolds dress, Nyras saw that she was wearing nothing underneath her dress aside from panties, he slowly pulled them off of his wife, his queen and revealed her cunt, she gave it a cursory lick, making sure that Khalmahla could feel his long bovine tongue against her pussy, he then stuck it deep into her snatch, licking and writhing it around every nook and cranny of her moist depths, he was an expert at this, seven years together and he’d learned every way to make her come undone.

“Oh-Oh gods!” Khalmahla moaned out as she gripped her husband's head, pushing him in deeper and further, which Nyras responded with gusto, he licked and played with her pussy like it were his last thing on Elhiem he would do, his tongue was hitting places that seemingly only he knew how to, Khalmahla was moaning, trying to keep her voice down, she didn’t know how soundproof these walls were and the last thing she wanted was for someone to hear them, especially none of the guests at the ball, that would be mortifying for Khalmahla, and she’s not sure she’d ever be able to look any of them in the eye if that happened. Nyras went deeper and deeper, making her moan more and more, then Khalmahla let out a long whine as she came. Nyras lapped up her juices as they flowed out of her, the sweet nectar of his beloved wife was like that of a ripe fruit to him. When she came down from the high of her orgasm, Nyras kissed her and he began to undo his pants. Revealing his large minotaur dick, they couldn’t go all the way, not only did they not have the potions that made their matings possible, but Khalmahla was heavily with child and they didn’t want to risk hurting her clutch till she lay them in a few more weeks. So, they would have to settle for some heavy petting and oral attention, not that the two of them minded all that much.

“You poor thing,” Khalmahla cooed to her husband’s member, she gripped the bull-mans massive man meat, it twitched and throbbed with a want and Khalmahla loved this, the way it felt against her body, the immense heat that radiated from it was…so wonderful, and the musky smell that emanated from it was intoxicating, Khalmahla loved every part of it, she pulled her dress off her body completely, not wanting to get the outfit dirty, they paid quite a lot for it, plus it would look so unbecoming if she showed up to the rest of the ball with her dress covered in spunk, it would be hard enough cleaning it off her, the dress would be harder or impossible. She wrapped her arms and hands around the base of her husband’s shaft and licked it up and down, enjoying the taste of the pre that dribbled down from the flared tip. She began to play with his member, “Let me take care of you.” Khalmahla moaned as she began to move up and down, using her flat chest to play with his member while licking and kissing it at the same time.

Nyras groaned as Khalmahla continued to play with his member, she was a master of him as much as he was a master of her. The way he knew how to make her come undone; she knew how to make him come undone. She began to rub her cunt against his member, she was completely wrapped around the giant slab of cock, getting lost in the sauce as it will, the heady intoxicating aroma of his musk, the way his pre oozed onto her. Nyras hips bucked and moved on their own accord from the immense pleasure that he was feeling. Khalmahla smiled as she knew from the way her king’s member twitched, he was close to erupting himself, and so was Khalmahla the way her pussy rubbed against his member, the delicious, delicious friction that was being generated between them, the heat, the smell-all of it was coming together in a way that was making her reach climax a second time this lovely night.

“Come on, cum my king, give your queen what she wants!” Khalmahla moaned out as came hard and strong, her body squeezed tightly against his member, this was too much for Nyras as well as he let out a bray and his member began to erupt with seed. Spurt after spurt of spunk erupted from the flared tip. Thick ropes of cum landed all over Khalmahla’s body, she enjoyed the sensation of his white-hot spunk on her body, the feeling was like being on fire, but… somehow better, it cooked her inside and out and made her feel so damn wanted and loved.

“Allow me.” Nyras said as he pulled out a cloth to clean off his seed from Khalmahla’s body. Luckly it wasn’t too much and soon she was clean of spunk though the stench somewhat lingered, hopefully no one would recognize that. Khalmahla got dressed again, thankfully her dress wasn’t besmirched by her husband’s cum and the two returned to the ball, and it seemed that they weren’t missed all that much, the ball went off without much change and Khalmahla, King Fenris and Queen Emelia had met after the ball to hash out a deal that would benefit her people and their own.

Returning to their home, Khalmahla and Nyras grew closer hoping to never feel like they did during the ball. Khalmahla soon began to be around her people more, learning how they felt about her and seeing to their needs, hoping that her kobold subjects had grown to be with the minotaur’s like she did and Nyras for his part did the same for the minotaurs, their kingdom would be one built of these two races, two peoples coming together as one.