Queen Moronoe knelt with her back to Faye in front of a throne made from rock covered in moss and ivy. She was completely naked, and her impossibly wide, stout thighs suffocated the heads of what appeared to be a human man and woman.
The man lay on his back, on a kind of reclined green velvet chair, with his head buried in the faerie queen’s large, rounded bottom. The woman lay with her head touching the man’s, facing in the opposite direction, so that they made a line of nakedness on which the queen sat, with her bottom on the man’s face and her pussy on the woman’s.
The queen’s thighs rippled with pleasure as she moaned loudly, grinding herself onto their faces. Faye looked away as she noticed the man’s rock-hard erection; the woman, too, was noticeably aroused. The top of her thighs were slick with wetness.
Both the man’s and woman’s head and face were completely obscured by the mountainous behind, and Faye wondered if they could breathe at all.
As she rocked and ground on her servants’ faces, the queen held two fae creatures to her immense breasts as they suckledthere, their faces almost lost in her vast, fleshy breasts. Faye saw that the queen was lactating; dribbles of milk bubbled from the fae creatures’ mouths, wetting their lips and running down their chins onto their bodies and down the queen’s ample bosom and onto her stomach.
Around the queen jostled a throng of earth elementals, watching the spectacle of the queen being pleasured. There was a hum of noise in the room; somewhere, music was being played amid laughter, merriment and the sounds of the queen’s moans of pleasure, and the lustful noises of the fae observing the scene, many of whom were pleasuring themselves and each other as they watched.
Moronoe’s throne room – Faye guessed that was what this was – resided in a hollowed-out cave where insects scurried up the walls and roots poked out of the black earth. The coppery smell of earth and blood was stronger here, but combined with the freshness of a lemony resinous smoke that rose from a number of crude earth pots with holes at the top.
Sex was thick in the air; the cave-like room was womb-like and dark, and the whole place seemed to have a heartbeat of lust uniting it.
It was a different allure to Murias, but Faye could feel it entering her senses, nonetheless. It seemed that all the faerie realms had this sexual element: they were the primal places of elemental power, after all, and nothing was more primal than the life force of nature, forever seeking to perpetuate itself, to grow and spread.
Faye called out to the faerie queen who frowned at being interrupted from her lovers.
‘My queen! I would speak with you.’ Faye bowed her head before the vast presence of Moronoe, who despite being naked, gave her such an imperious look that Faye felt mortified by her own presence in the room.
‘Who is it that interrupts my pleasure?’ the queen boomed. Her breasts were the largest Faye had ever seen, supported by voluptuous rolls of fat; her arms were thick with muscle and dimpled flesh like her thighs, and her stomach was wide and curvaceous. There was simply somuchof her; her power, Faye knew, would be great, like all the faerie queens. But there was something in her simple physical presence that screamed power, like a mountain. Where Levantiana seemed to merge with her surroundings, Moronoe pulled everything in the room to her. She represented every pleasure that the body could ever possibly experience. Her largeness was testament to the strength and vitality that emanated from her like a battery of life.
‘Faye Morgan. I’m…I’m your brother Lyr’s daughter.’ Faye pushed forward through the crowd and bowed her head respectfully.
‘Can’t you see I am busy?’ the queen demanded.
‘I apologise, Your Highness. I would speak with you,’ Faye repeated.
The queen regarded her for a moment.
‘Why would I be interested in one of my brother’s by-blows?’ she asked.
‘I…I must speak with you,’ Faye repeated.Though I don’t know how I came to be here, she thought.Am I in a dream?
‘Then you must wait.’ Moronoe pointed to a seat at the end of the room.
‘Yes, my queen,’ Faye said obediently.
Moronoe had the same dark beauty as her brother Lyr, but her black hair was braided and dreadlocked, partly piled on her head and partly threaded with ribbons, reaching the floor. The robe that she drew casually around her naked body was a deep wine-coloured velvet.
She had finally emerged from the orgy a good time after bidding Faye wait for her.
Moronoe’s ample breasts bulged from the front opening of her robe and her arms strained at the velvet fabric. Instead of the delicate leather boots and shoes Faye had worn in the water kingdom, Moronoe’s feet were bare and covered in smudges of mud and dust. She settled herself into another throne, though this one was much grander, made of gold and studded with natural crystals, which sat at one end of a much smaller room. The same roots grew into the room from the earth walls, but there was no other furniture apart from a golden table next to the throne on which there was a large bowl of fruit and a cup of wine. If Faye was in a dream, it wasn’t an ordinary one.
Faye bowed her head again.
‘Blessings to you, my queen. I come?—’
Moronoe interrupted her, biting at a pomegranate from the fruit bowl, spitting the thick pith onto the floor and licking the fruit’s sticky juice from her palm. ‘I know why you’re here. I summoned you. I know who you are. Approach the throne.’
That would explain it.Faye approached her aunt carefully.
‘You summoned me? Am I…in a dream?’ she asked.
‘After a fashion,’ the queen replied. ‘Closer.’ She narrowed her eyes. ‘Hmm. You don’t have our colouring. A shame.’
‘I’m…I’m sorry, my queen.’
