Hallowed Ground

Her victory was absolute. Previously hallowed ground lay tainted by seed, the sands utterly mired from her army's joyful celebration, while her sister's protests grew weaker for each day that Osira would made a public example of her. Orcs, Minotaurs, demonic entities and more, all walking on two legs, and all possessing the bestial desire to push human women to their knees, roamed freely across the city, staking their claims wherever they went. Bolstering their numbers were various groups of roughians, mercenaries and other people previously considered undesirables by the empire, now eagerly partaking in the looting and pleasure they thought owed to them in the capital city.

"Do you see her, dear sister?" Osira asked, briefly lowering her outstretched arms, basking in her army's praise as she was, in order to address her sister. Opala did not answer, busy as ever with the orc behind her, or perhaps simply too exhausted to pay her any heed. Correcting the crown on her head, Osira let out a loud, rich laugh as she took in the sight below. Farah, the two sisters' mother, had once again been allowed to run free in the city - given the smallest glimmer of hope to escape, she'd eagerly taken the offer each time it was offered. Yet, as Osira knew, the voluptuous frame of her progenitor lent itself poorly to stealth, ensuring that Farah's escapades were remarkably short-lived.

"She seems to be enjoying herself, at least." She noted, briefly eyeing the anguished look on her sister's face. This time Farah had been particularly unlucky, having seemingly stumbled into a small patrol a single corner away from her chosen dungeon exit - granting Osira, once again, the unparalleled joy of seeing her dragged within viewing distance of the public square. Seeing her mother's ridiculously generous bust bounce in response to the antics of one particularly eager creature, Osira felt a familiar stir in her nethers - escaping would not be easier with a pregnant belly, and she'd long ago given the order that no protection be allowed anywhere near her dear mother - or sister, for that matter. Realizing it was only a matter of time, Osira had to suppress a moan from escaping her lips - the thought of the former queen carrying the offspring of the lowlifes roaming the streets sending waves of pleasure down her spine.

Leaning back her head, she closed her eyes and took in, with no small amount of ecstasy writ on her face, the sound of her gathered troops ravaging her most hated enemies; the two women's pitiful cries like music to her ears. If Opala wouldn't look at her mother's fate, then Osira could at least rest assured that she'd hear Farah's wanton voice, ringing out over the town square as it was.

"Good lass..." A loud moan reached her ears over the clamors, a smirk spreading across her lips as she noted a mercenary leader having secured himself one of her mother's loving hands. Osira would break their spirits soon enough, and when bored of this display, put them to work in the nearby brothel - it was only fair her troops, after growing so familiar with the two, would know where to find them after all.

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Monday Loop! I've realized that quite a few people have been commenting lately how they enjoy my non-con stuff, and just so happened to come up with this scenario over the past week - something of a prequel to the "Royal Inn" animation. Took bloody ages to animate it all, so I consider it one of my more ambitious pieces. Though the "cinematic" camera transition wasn't seamless, it none the less worked, so I'm all in all happy enough to include it, not to mention make it the public, watermarked angle available to non-patrons.

As always, thank you so much for your continued support, and for all of your kind words! Hope the weekend has treated you well enough - I finally managed to shake my sickness, which means back to work on my part :)

Take care of yourselves, and as always, each other!
/DH