A Tale of Tits and Trolls

(*All characters in this story who engage in adult activities are over eighteen years of age when said activities occur.)

(*There is one scene in the story, a flashback to when our two Queens were young girls playing together in a forest, in which a fairy protects them from a dark magic. This scene is entirely innocent and appropriate for them in their youth - there is no adult activity of any kind in this scene.)

The "Cast of Characters" or "Dramatis Personae" (a Latin phrase) is a reference guide for the reader. It provides vivid descriptions of the main characters as well as insights into their personalities, motivations, etc., and is very helpful in setting the tone for various elements of the story.

Cast of Characters (Dramatis Personae)

Valeria, Radiant Queen of the Eastern realm. In appearance, much like her daughter, Wren - just - older. Her breasts are still bountiful, like small pumpkins, but in a few short years her Queen's milk will falter, and her daughter will need to become the new source of breast milk with which to soothe the trolls and stave off, for a time at least, the turning of some few males as they near the age of full maturity.

Wren, Princess of the Eastern realm, daughter of Valeria. A bundle of life with wheat blonde hair tied back into a loose ponytail which falls to the small of her back. Full plump lips - pink and ripe with promise. A small round nose. She likes to wear makeup and adorn her eyes with exotic lashes. Often seen with brightly colored ribbons and other jewelry dangling from her hair and ears. Make no mistake however; this young woman is fierce, and trained as a fighter. In a few short years, she will become the sole source of Queen's milk for the entire East.

Shale, Prince of the Eastern realm, son of Valeria. A thoughtful youth on the cusp of full maturity. Only the Queen's milk (from his mother) keeps him from turning into a troll - the eventual fate of all adult males. He is resigned to his fate yet the brevity of his remaining time as a normal male has intensified his love for the Queen's General, Calanthe, to a pure obsession. Fair and blonde, like his mother and sister and most of the population of the Eastern realms.

Calanthe, Argent General of the Eastern realm. A golden haired warrior paladin. Her beauty is near angelic, but do not be mislead by this - she is a capable commander and a skilled fighter in her own right. Once, she felled a rampaging troll single handedly. She shares a tragic love with the Queen's young adult son, Shale.

Selene, Grievous Queen of the Western realm. A solemn beauty with jet black hair falling in waves around her enchanting visage. Dark - black, onyx lips and heavy eye makeup accentuate her unearthly beauty. She favors lace and floral adornments. She has set things in motion which will affect the whole of the West and East. Whether she will be successful in bringing all of the Queen's milk under her control remains to be seen.

Raven, Princess of the Western realm, daughter of Selene. In appearance, much like her mother, though more slight and slender of stature. She favors the same heavy black makeup as her mother and most young women of the Western realm, though, in contrast to her mother, she wears a myriad assortment of elegant piercings along her ears, lips, and nose.

Garnet, Blood General of the Western realm. Her gently pointed ears reveal the fact that one of her ancestors from long ago was of elven blood. Her long wild locks are a deep rich red - a blended palette of crushed cherries and ruby gemstones. Her eyes are wildly beautiful and few can resist falling under her spell should she choose to pursue you. She has beautiful intricate patterns in black tattooed all over her body - except for her flawless face which remains as pristine as the day she was born. She wears no makeup - her natural beauty can cut your soul much like her axe cleaves flesh upon the battlefield. She has a predilection for sadomasochistic relationships in which she is the dominant who beguiles and seduces others to be her submissive(s) and leads them into acts of debasement and debauchery for her own gratification.

Darius, the son of a Court Noble of the Western realm. Brother to Neith. He, with olive skin and poisonous green eyes. Dark black locks frame this young man's brooding countenance. He has fallen completely into the web of sex and debauchery woven by Garnet, the Queen's General. He also desires forbidden fruit - his sultry sister, Neith.

Neith, the daughter of a Court Noble of the Western realm. Darius's younger sister. She is sleek, slender, sexually evocative without effort. Long straight night black locks fall to the curve of her hips. Blunt bangs are cut just even with her brows, shadowing her sensual amber golden eyes. She has the same dusky olive skin as her brother. She is bi-sexual, leaning to lesbian, in complete sexual thrall to Garnet. Neith does not return the forbidden desire toward her brother which she knows her brother feels toward her, yet she would do anything for Garnet. Soon, Garnet will push brother and sister together for Garnet's own gratification.

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Prologue.

Present day.

The Western Queen's private chambers.

"Are you certain?" Queen Selene questioned her closest advisor.

"Yes, my Queen, she is nineteen and five months now and still there is no milk," the advisor responded.

Queen Selene swept her arm across the desk before her, knocking several things to the floor. An ornate vase crashed and shattered into a hundred fragments.

"That is all," Selene said. "You may go."

"As you command my Queen," the advisor replied before making a quick exit.

Queen Selene was distraught that her daughter Raven had not yet begun to produce the Queen's milk - yet by now, surely, she should have begun lactation, just as Selene herself had done when she was nineteen. Selene was eminently aware that she, herself, would likely only be able to produce her own Queen's milk for another two years or so, before the natural biology of a woman rendered her unable to do so. If Raven could not produce milk soon, another option would need to be pursued. The Queen's milk was crucial to control over the trolls and to staving off the change in young males long enough for women to be able to breed with them.

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Present day.

In a high tower of the castle fortress of the Western realm - Blood General Garnet's private rooms.

Garnet cinched the silken "love cord" around Neith's throat more tightly, restricting the young woman's breathing a little more. Then - a full, passionate, open mouth kiss bestowed - while at the same time Garnet pushed two fingers deeper inside Neith's dripping cunt. Neith's eyes rolled up, unable to draw breath through the kiss and as her pussy clenched around the fingers of the woman she adored. Close - so close. Neith was on the brink of a body thrashing climax, if only Garnet would pull her over the edge, into bliss. Neith made a small whimpering sound in her throat, a desperate plea.

Garnet broke the kiss. "Beg," she whispered.

Neith gasped for air, "Please..."

"I will give you what you need my sweet, but then... the cost..." Garnet paused for effect, then whispered softly into Neith's ear, "I want you to let your brother fuck you." Garnet stared into the depths of Neith's golden eyes, looking for confirmation, submission, the lessening of self that Garnet craved from her playthings.

Neith's eyes flickered with gentle defiance for a moment, but then settled into resignation, acceptance.

Garnet's lips curved ever so slightly. "Good girl," she praised. Then, with her middle finger still nestled inside Neith's cunt, she curled the bottom pad of the intruding digit against Neith's clit, and began to quickly flutter her finger back and forth, sending ripples of sensation directly into Neith's needy flesh, until she felt the young woman begin to thrash and spasm in her arms. Garnet kissed Neith again as she flailed through the final ripples of her orgasm; then, Garnet released the love cord and simply held Neith close. Garnet did care for the young woman a great deal.

After a brief time, a command. "Now, on all fours, before me," Garnet directed Neith, and then with a subtle wave of her hand toward the shadows, she summoned Neith's brother Darius to emerge from where he had been waiting, watching, brooding in silence.

Looking pointedly at Darius, Garnet instructed, "disrobe".

With Darius's breeches now pooled on the stone floor around his feet, Garnet's gaze lingered on Darius's delicious cock, already nearly fully erect in anticipation of what Garnet knew had become a near obsession for the young man - the desire to fuck his younger sister. Garnet had both siblings wrapped tightly within her web of submission, sex, and desire. For almost a year now she had manipulated each in ways which they could not resist. Tonight was a culmination of her efforts - she would watch brother and sister fuck while she indulged in self-pleasure, intoxicated by her power to bring them to this act in order to please her.

Garnet began toying with her own already wet, glistening pussy. "Now, fuck her."

Neith was on all fours with her head lowered, her long black locks falling like a curtain against the stone floor. Her cunt as well as the wisps of dark pubic hair which decorated her mound were wet with her own desire and woman's scent.

Darius moved to mount Neith. He was at her entrance for a mere moment before thrusting in, burying his cock deep inside his sister's warm pussy. Soft, tight, clenching; pure heaven surrounded his cock, already pulling him toward what would be the most intense ejaculation of his life thus far. On his knees behind her, cock buried, connected together in the most intimate way possible, he gripped her hips and commenced the taking of his sister.

Garnet tilted her head back a little, her dark red mane spread against the divan behind her, and began to play with her clit and cunt; her physical excitement quickened by her psyche as she watched the two siblings copulate on the floor before her. Garnet would think of a fitting price that Darius would pay for this "gift" - then again, perhaps not - Darius did not have much time left before the troll curse claimed him. It was only the availability of Queen's milk - milk from Selene's precious tits, which Garnet was gifted, and then provided to Darius, which had kept the change at bay until now. The milk would not help much longer.

Garnet placed her bare right foot against Neith's shoulder, and pushed against her in time with Darius's thrusts,- Darius thrust forward, and Garnet braced Neith with her foot to take the thrust. Garnet's eyes gleamed as she watched her pet being fucked by her brother.

Just less than two minutes - that's how long Darius lasted before he began to arch almost violently against his sister's hips and ass, balls deep in her pussy, flesh slapping flesh; Neith's dangling tits jiggling in rhythm with Darius's thrusts. Darius grunted with the intensity of his climax as he filled his sister's cunt with spurt after spurt of hot seed... When he finally eased back, and released her, his hands left impressions upon her hips.

Neith remained on all fours, diminished by what had just happened, her psyche wounded from being used by her brother and by Garnet's sadomasochistic manipulation, but that was part of what drew Neith to Garnet like a moth to a flame - that delicious wounding of spirit. At least Neith had just bled, and there would be no chance of a child from this union. Neith had no intention of becoming her brother's regular cum dump - she would grovel at Garnet's feet - worship Garnet in every possible way, but, she made a little vow to herself that she would not allow her brother to fuck her again.

Garnet reached down to draw Neith's head up, to pull her face against Garnet's pussy.

Neith, with her brother's cum dripping down her inner thighs, applied herself almost worshipfully to licking Garnet's cunt and clit until, after a few minutes, Garnet pushed her gently away.

"Come Darius, I assume you are ready again?" Garnet said in a dulcet tone, but laced with a hint of cruelty.

Garnet lay back and opened her legs.

Darius moved forward and mounted the Blood General of the Western realm, and fucked her, still with Neith's cunt moisture on him, now blended with Garnet's slick wetness, until, finally, Garnet went taut, her body arched, and her cunt began to spasm around Darius's cock.

The rapturous look on Garnet's face was enough to pull Darius over the edge into his second climax - he heaved and thrust himself into Garnet over and over, until they both eased and lay entwined, calm, for a few brief moments.

Garnet pushed Darius off, settled herself, and then looked to her two pets. "I have news... I will be leaving the castle for a time on a critical mission for the Queen. It is not certain exactly when I shall return. Darius... you may take leave. Neith, remain - I will have you sleep with me this night."

Neith couldn't resist giving a smug look to her brother as Darius, scowling, gathered his things and left the room.

"His time grows short - the change will be upon him soon, but you, my sweet Neith, you and I will be together for a very long time," Garnet whispered softly before taking Neith's hand and leading her toward the bedroom.

"Your nipples seem tender, perhaps bruised - is all well? No one abuses you?" Garnet inquired.

"It's nothing, merely chafing of my garments," Neith replied offhandedly.

"Mmm, good then," Garnet responded before pulling Neith into bed with her. It was a long while until either slept.

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Thirty years ago.

In a forest - not far from the Castle of the Eastern realm.

A visitation, negotiations, politics - West meets East - extremely boring for two eight year old girls, future Queens of their respective realms. Much more fun to run off into the woods to play, to hide from their governesses and guards; which is exactly what young Valeria and Selene did, but, now they were lost.

"We can just wait here 'til they find us," eight year old Valeria offered.

"I'm scared," eight year old Selene replied.

The soft buzz of insects filled the small clearing in which the two girls sat huddled together. Overhead an owl opened one eye to peer down upon the pair. A strange distant rumble broke the serenity of the woodland.

"What was that?" Selene exclaimed.

The words, "What was that?" were echoed on many lips that fateful day.

Across the valley from where the two princesses were huddled in the forest, an event occurred. This event, the thing which caused the rumble, was a world altering event. As it happens, gods and demons can love, but when they are spurned, there is hell to pay. A powerful demoness who had taken possession of the mind and body of a beautiful young woman, a witch, had fallen in love with a mortal man. They lay together and the demoness professed her love to the man, but the man laughed at her.

"I do not love you - I merely wished to lay with you - for I am fair of form and face and there are far too many women in the world for me to swear myself to only one," the man said offhandedly.

Unbridled rage filled the demoness. In her hurt and anger, she unleashed a curse upon the world - a curse which began as a violent storm accompanied by jagged lightning and deafening thunder.

"A curse upon you, and all your sex. You will become trolls; rough, misshapen things, shunned by all women as hideous, unworthy of love or affection. Young boys will be spared until they reach full maturity but then, they too will change - no male will escape this fate."

Then, the demoness revealed herself - her true form. Standing firm under torrential rain, she turned to the man who had spurned her, and made her words heard by him, "But, you, I take with me, to my realm - where I will see you tortured, ruined, and denied all comfort. You will suffer in despair through eternity at the hands of my kind, and never again will you lay with any woman."

The curse spread out from the storm like a blight, pressing slowly yet inexorably outward from its origin, and as it swept across the land, every adult male it touched was transformed into a grotesque, misshapen troll, their minds addled, their temperaments made unkind and violent.

As the curse rain began to fall in the forest near young Valeria and Selene, Luna(as the moth), a female nature fairy who had been observing the two lost girls, made a decision. Luna flitted over to hover directly before the two girls, her entire self only as large as one of their hands with fingers outstretched. She was ethereally lovely and yet also possessed of a deep solemnity and kind presence, which the two young Queens sensed intuitively, just as surely as they knew their own names.

"What comes is not a natural rain," Luna warned in her tiny voice. "Follow me and I will see you protected, kept free of its touch, and in time, when you are grown, you two will offer hope against the corruption it brings. So it will be for any woman who descends from either of you."

So it was that Luna lead the two young princesses to a small cave nearby, its entrance shrouded by shrubs and vines, and there, they sheltered. With her magic, Luna formed a sphere of light, warmth, and protection around the two girls. Within the sphere, time passed much more slowly than in the world without. Even when the rain ceased, Luna knew it was not safe for the girls to emerge. In a measure of time which seemed like a day to Valeria and Selene within the fairy's protective sphere, three months passed by in the outside world.

The Western realm, the Eastern realm, and all the lands between were plunged into chaos and violence as every adult human male was transformed into a monstrous violent troll. These trolls raged across the land in a wave of destruction and death. It was only by virtue of the fact that the trolls fought against each other as much as against womankind, and due to the bravery of many women, that women were eventually able to entrap, kill, or repel the remaining trolls such that life could resume some degree of normalcy, albeit with no fully mature adult human males in society.

"It's safe enough, now," Luna informed the two princesses. "I will lead you back to your place of stone and wood and people, but, know that much time has passed in your world, and many things have changed. We must be careful."

The two girls were returned to their people, much to the joy of their respective mothers. The Western Queen had remained in residence in the Eastern castle these three long months with the hope that her daughter might still be found - she had all but despaired and was preparing to return home, to Western lands, when the two girls appeared at the castle gates as if by magic.

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Over the next thirty years, much was learned and a structure formed.

A new female lead society came into being.

When Valeria and Selene came of age, at nineteen, they both began to lactate, without child - they found that they needed to empty their breasts approximately once per day to remain comfortable, and to not leak unwantedly. It was discovered, quite by accident, that their milk, if consumed by maturing males of eighteen or nineteen years, delayed the onset of the troll curse by a few scant years - it was enough that these males could breed with women to produce new generations, before their inevitable transformation.

Further, it was learned that milk from the tits of the two princesses, if fed in small measure to captured trolls, would soothe the trolls and make them manageable, albeit carefully and not without risk. Small troll armies were formed under the command of female military officers and kept under control with milk from Valeria in the East, and from Selene in the West.