The Hunger of the Crimson Queen - Chapter 1
 
 
Light spilled into the inner chambers of Castle Korvosa. The tapestries on the walls causing the inner throne room to bare a reddish glow that bathed over its occupants. Ileosa ran her hand over her expanded chest, the mass of the once unimportant peasant converted towards the benefit of the queen and realm. Ileosa smirked as she turned her gaze beyond her enlarged breasts to the members of her specialist squadron of elite gray maidens. A formidable if motley band to be sure, but they each had their talents. Her eyes sizing up each one, looking for valuable traits for versatility and also analysing the strengths and potential flaws that might disqualify them from the team. And any who fell too short of her standards, Ileosa had plans for. This first mission would be a good test of their abilities. “Maidens of Kovosa’s Royal guard. You have been given a great honor this day. As queen of the realm, I have called upon the discerning eyes of my bodyguard and your commander, Sabine Merrin to establish this team of specialists and veteran combatants to help meet and bring justice to this city, uphold the will of its queen, and to bring to heel the rebellious forces that compromise . To baptise your squadron, I have decided to pit you with a daunting task. To infiltrate or storm the stronghold of the Arkanos family, taking into custody alive any prisoners of there's, and if possible, apprehending the treasonous heads of that family. Complete this mission, and you will be greatly rewarded. I eagerly await your success.” The maidens bowed and with drilled precision, they exited the chambers. Ileosa leaned back into her throne and sighed. The warmth of the sun soaking into her exposed skin as she relaxed, eyes closed in a glowing state of bliss.
 
 
“M-my queen. A moment of your time”. Her hard gaze flicked over to a group of several disheveled peasants, their leader an older man with a simple walking stick. Nearby them a group of sensually attractive young women stood huddled together, their clothes obviously not designed for a winter in irresen, given how much skin they exposed. Their ample breasts and thighs taunting her sensibilities. She gave the man a look of quiet irritation. “Well, my sons and I were out fishing in the canal between the old and new cities and we sees this light reflecting off something. When we looks to see, there is a bunch of women there, all looking like they been living an awful life, so we pulled up and asks them what it is they are after, when they all jump in me boat. They beg me to get them over into the main city, because they have no money and no were else to go. Since you're the queen and all, I wondered...” Ileosa stopped him with a gesture. “You brought over people from old Kovosa. People who have not yet been cleared of the possibility of disease, risking a number of lives by bringing them here. So I can give them a place to stay, while you return to... fishing.” The guards sealed the chamber doors. Ileosa gave a cruel smile. “I regret to inform you that you shall not be leaving this room, since You have so brazenly violated the law of the queen. For the good of the city, you shall be given a royal execution and your assets redistributed to the benefit of the state.” With a gesture, the guards grabbed them, and stripped them. The queen’s smile turned into an open mouthed lunge, swiftly snatching up the men and devouring them whole in the same manner as a gluttonous ogre might a group of halflings, or a monstrous serpent. Her pale throat distorting as the clear and visible forms of the men descend her gullet to fill out her royal belly, Hands cradled the bulge they made as she moaned in a state of gluttonous ecstasy. Her gaze softened but turned to the remaining group of females, shocked and terrified, though some also finding the act alluring. “You girls. Kneel before your queen, and listen well, unless you would rather spend the rest of your existence as padding on my self or my guards.” The 13 women fell to their knees before Ileosa. The queen's belly giving a low gurgle as she smiled, eyeing up each of them in turn, running a hand through their hair, caressing their skin, or feeling the size and pliability of their breasts and ass, sorting them in her mind until she was satisfied. “Good. Now we are clear on the penalty for failure, I offer you this most unique of opportunities. You shall live and serve in the palace, Attending to the needs of my guards, myself, and my servants. Your lives will exist to please us. Attempt to flee, break my trust, or fail in your duties...and your bodies will enter a permanent role as body fat.” The smile widened as they nodded, her guards sending them to get uniforms. Ileosa sank back into her throne and drummed on her steadily diminishing stomach, cooing as the foolish men within softened into a fattening slurry. she gestured to one of the remaining guards. “Contact the seneschal. Ask her to send for the families of the men who came here this morning. Tell them they are invited...for the royal banquet tonight.” The guard ran off to complete her task as Ileosa chuckled to herself. The assets of these men’s families would bolster her Royal coffers, as their bodies will bolster her royal frame. And should she find herself too stuffed to finish...Sabine could easily benefit from some added meat on her bones.
 
 
Magdalene looked at her bag of gear for the third time in the last few minutes as she prepared herself for the mission ahead. Her broad pale face scarred with the marks of her trial, brown eyes flicking towards the elven maiden, Sestra, as her slender hands strung her bow. “Figured out what these potions do?” A purple skinned woman, whose helm needed to be adjusted for her horns gave a chuckle. “Royal recipes. The green ones let you swallow a creature up to 2 times your size. The purple one is for shrinking someone down, while the pink is for making them big again. Yellow is for preventing digestion. Deep blue for quickly putting prey into your tits. Read the labels on the rest.” A giant green woman looked at Magdalene and gave her a pat. “Not that you'll need them. What I heard is the Arkanos Family have only a handful of guards. We should break through them with ease." Sestra lowered her faceplate, "Don't be so cocky, Morag. The Arkanos are devious. Assume every member of the household is a hostile combatant." Magdalene nodded and gathered the squad. "Alright ladies. Let's get ready to do the queens will." They moved out into the wartorn and destitute streets of old korvosa. Smoke from numerous pyres choking the sky. A few civilians cheered and called out in support. Others made fearful glances, and some threw out hateful slander or rocks. Still the streets were, as had been before, a mess of slums, where the wretched underbelly of society was exposed. As they moved by one of the pesh den, an addled elven lady in a jesters attire was tossed from the establishment. "Enough you sexy harlot. Your eating though my stash and I already have enough of you junkies clamouring as it is." The woman unsteadily rose and shot him a hurt look. "I just need a little bit more. I can pay. Rolfy always made sure I had money on me." The man have her a sneering laugh "That black hearted bastard is dead you stupid elven cow. You want more...go spread your legs for the emperor or the arkanos family. And you try breaking into my place...I will slice you open and roast your entrails on a fire." the women looked at each other and Morag responded first. Her hand locked around the man's throat like a vice. "You wretched little man. How dare you threaten a desperate woman like that." The man's legs kicked searching for the ground as he choked. "Royalist Bitch. Once the emperor hears of this, your head will be decorating his palace." Magdalene reached into her bag. "Shall I…" Morag shook her head. "You. Elven lady. Your name." The elf stood up. Clearly still addled. "Jo-jolista. What is that green stuff? It some kind of pesh?" Morag chuckled. "Oh it's better than pesh darling. Magdalene. Give her a swig and let's put this man in his place." The elf was surprised as the green liquid flowed down her throat. Her skin flushing as she gasped from the rapid draining of the cordial. Morag looked to her horned, already unsheathing her sword and slicing through the man's clothes, chuckling at his embarrassment. Jolista was still recovering when Morag thrust the man into her mouth. Her tongue taking in his flavour, as with heavy swallows, the pesh dealer was filling her belly. as the man finally disappeared inside Jolista, the maidens headed on their way, the Stuffed elf Harlequin waddled into the den and claimed the man's bed, her digestive system steadily melting him down into fat for her to discover in the morning.