Ailva the Huntress Queen

Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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Ailva sat with her legs crossed in the Seer’s hut, and fidgeted there. Her long, blood red hair was braided and fell down her back. Her pale skin almost glowed in the candle light. She wore a simple leather tunic and pants, neither of which did much to hide her most embarrassing assets, a pair of large breasts and wide, birthing hips. Those things had always earned a few mocking comments from the men in the training field, but that didn’t matter because today she was going to prove them all wrong.

The Seer sat across from Ailva. She was an old woman with skin that was like worn leather. Her hair flowed down her frail form in a flooding river that had turned grey long ago. However, her eyes, when Ailva had seen them, were bright blue and as sharp as an arrowhead. They twinkled in the flickering light, they showed boundless wisdom.

Now those eyes were closed though, and the Seer quietly hummed to herself as she still held the clay cup. She had taken the tea, brewed from the madding grass that grew up on the mountains. She was seeing into all possible futures to select Ailva’s profession, now that the woman had finally survived her eighteenth winter.

Ailva twitched again and tried to stop herself from speaking up. She wasn’t nervous, but rather excited to get this over with. Her whole life she had wanted to be a hunter, like Shora, the beautiful and deadly woman who had practically been her mother. She trained her whole life for that singular purpose alongside many of the boys of her village. They had been helpful and supportive of her until her traitorous body started to develop.

Their comments had turned cruel, and while they refrained from ever touching her they often made moves like they were going to. Some of them bragged about getting her in their beds with nothing but a few sweet words. Of course those were all lies, her purity remained intact, but the other boys believed the stories and without stripping she could do little to disprove the stories. They only spread further with time as more and more guys bragged about getting her, eager to seem just as cool as their friends. There were murmurs that she should be relegated to a Breeder, instead of a hunter. A humiliating role not filled for three generations, and saved only as punishment for wanton sluts who couldn’t control their own libidos.

She had been worried that Seer might’ve heard these rumors and let it affect her judgement, but those cool eyes destroyed those fears. This woman was smart, worldly, and Ailva was sure she could see the truth. She would proclaim Ailva a hunter and the young woman would prove all of them wrong and fools.

Finally the Seer opened her eyes again, and Ailva nearly bounced in her spot, here it was! She got her lip, tempted to speak up but her manners got the better of her and she let the older woman reveal her truths, uninterrupted.

“Ailva,” the woman’s voice was weak and dry and yet held power over the young woman, “you are truly a special case. I have seen into your futures and I have never before seen such potential. You would be unmatched as a hunter, any goal you set your mind to would be within your reach. You would surpass even the old legends of those great warriors who built our village. You would become a queen of this land, carving out a legacy and shaping the culture of this land for the rest of time itself.”

Ailva couldn’t stop herself from bouncing in place now, and the only thing that stopped her from speaking was her excitement. This was it, the destiny she always suspected she had. Weirdly, the thing she focused on wasn’t the massive power she was told she’d have, but rather the simple fact that she would finally be accepted again and with such a fate the rumors would certainly die down. She moved forward slightly, ready to take the Seer’s hand and thank the older woman.

“But,” the Seer cut in suddenly, “change isn’t always good. You have to understand that you’d reshape not just our village, but the whole valley, maybe more. You would destroy our culture, even if you didn’t mean to. Our very way of life.”

Ailva finally found her voice which sounded weak and pathetic in the small, dimly lit hut, “what’re you trying to say?”

The Seer took a deep breath through her nose and let it out through her mouth. “You must find your satisfaction elsewhere. There is more to life than hunting and trophies. It may not be as glorious but there is a simple, happy life waiting for you here.”

Ailva was shaking and she couldn’t tell if it was from anger or shock, maybe both or even neither. She closed her eyes and tried to collect her thoughts. She felt as if she might shatter at any second. She eventually managed to find her voice and it even sounded stronger than last time, at least to her own ears.

“So, what’re you saying? That I should become a weaver, or a teller? Content myself as a village wife?”

The pause from the Seer seemed to stretch on forever before she replied. “No, such a simple life would eventually bore you, I’ve seen it. You would sneak out to hunt and that would be the rolling of a pebble which starts an avalanche.”

“So then what?” Ailva tried her best not to think about it, surely this woman wasn’t suggesting…

“Breeder.” The old woman said with a note of finality. “It is the only thing that would let you be happy, content enough here to- Ailva please listen to me.”

But it was too late for that. The young woman was on her feet, staring down at the old woman. Tears were in her eyes though she kept trying to blink them away. She was an idiot to trust the Seer. To think that she’d be beyond the prejudice that had been spreading through the village for years. No, Ailva’s reputation had been forever tainted by a few horny idiots.

“Ailva-”

She didn’t listen. She turned and sprinted out from the hut and into the village. She saw a half dozen of her peers who had been waiting for their turns to talk to the seer. The men, the future hunters all leered at her as if they had heard what had been said, as if they knew what was best for her. She couldn’t stand those glances. She ran to her tent.

Ailva collapsed inside it and just wanted to fall asleep, to convince herself that this was just a bad dream. Then she heard the loud ringing of the bell, the warning signal. She jumped up into a crouch, what was going on? Was there an attack? And then it hit her like a charging bull.

“That traitorous bitch.”

It was the Seer, she was sure of it. That woman would tell them all of Ailva’s prediction. They’d want to hold her until morning, stop her from going out. They might even assault her, take her clothes off. Ailva’s cheeks turned pink and another certainly came over her at that moment.

“This is it.”

She was right now at the crossroads of her life. If she let them capture her, and hold her, then by morning she’d accept the Seer’s prediction. She’d resign herself to a life of being used by the village hunters, pleasuring them while wishing for her own freedom. She couldn’t see herself as truly happy in that life, but the shame and self-hatred would probably keep her there until she was too old to either breed or hunt anymore.

Her eyes flicked to her bow and quiver where they lay right next to her bed. That was her other option. Screw the village, go out and do what she loves anyway. She doubted that if she ran now she would ever be welcomed back, not even if she came back with the largest beast any of them had ever seen.

The choice should’ve been hard. The village wasn’t just filled with her friends, it was her family. She had grown up alongside all of them. She had mourned alongside them, and laughed with them. She had never before imagined life outside the village, never wanted to.

But then she thought back to the years of humiliation. The rumors that everyone seemed to believe. How growing up with her meant nothing when a cocky teenager, still trying to hide his acne, said she offered to do the dirtiest things imaginable when no one else was listening. No one stood up for her, the most they ever did was tell the boys to shut up.

“Fuck them.”

Ailva grabbed her bow and quiver, and ran from the village. The warriors had already formed a perimeter around the wall, but they were spread too thin and honestly seemed bored at the thought. As if she wasn’t a worthy opponent for them. Watching them yawn and idly chat with each other made Ailva’s blood boil as she studied their patrols from the shadows.

In less than half an hour Ailva had found an escape route and slipped out of the village and into the woods, ready to start her new life.

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A few hours after she left her village, Ailva sat on the ground and asked herself what she was doing. She had no food, no tent, she even left her knife back inside the village. She only had her uncomfortable leather clothes, a bow, and roughly a dozen arrows. However, despite this, there was no urge for her to go back. She had made her decision.

Suddenly, Ailva heard twigs snap behind her, deeper in the woods that now surrounded her. She grabbed her bow, notched an arrow and rolled to hide under a bush, leaving the quiver behind. She waited as the sounds of breaking branches only got louder and more frequent. She heard the pounding of hooves on dirt. There was a herd coming her way.

A large group of deer burst out of the thicket. They ran as fast as they could over the ground. Ailva watched, mesmerized, as they darted past her hiding spot. She did curse herself for leaving the arrows behind, as the deer trampled them into splinters.

“What are all of you running from,” she asked herself, quietly.

Then it came out from the woods, a terribly massive thing of metal. Her breath got caught in her throat looking at it. She had heard rumors of these creatures, seamless blends of animal and machine. But still she hadn’t been ready to actually see one.

The thing was dark, only visible to Ailva because a single ray of moonlight cut in through the branches overhead to reflect off its body. It came up to a human’s waist, though it was standing low to the ground. If it were to stand on just its back legs, it would’ve been taller than any warrior back in the village. Its hide was plated with sleek metal, like plates of armor. Its head reminded her of a wolf’s, it had a long snout with an open mouth. However instead of eyes there was just a black plate with a single red light moved across it left to right. It sniffed the air for a second. Ailva was in awe of it, she hadn’t expected it to be so majestic, and powerful.

The creature turned to look at her then, lowering its head. Though she thought she had remained out of sight, there was no doubt that the thing knew right where she was. She tensed and she realized suddenly that she was drawing the arrow back in the bow. Her body was preparing to strike at this creature.

Ailva held herself there, partly out of fear, but also partly because she suspected that she was an actual threat to this thing. Despite the fearsome plating on its back, she could see that the underbelly of the thing was fairly unprotected, she saw flesh or something rather close to it, and soft brown fur. From her low position she could easily hit an arrow into its shoulder, and she had a visceral feeling that would kill it. When it only growled at her, but held still, she knew that it was just as afraid of her as she was of it.

She froze for a second, and asked herself why she wasn’t letting go of the bowstring then? She was the hunter and this thing was prey. She had never questioned a kill before, and yet she knew that killing this beast was wrong. It was strange, and wonderful. To remove it from the world would be to commit a crime against nature.

Slowly, and with a lot of effort, Ailva released the tension from the bow. The creature seemed to relax as she did. The growling stopped, and it straightened itself up to tilt a head in her general direction. Ailva crawled out of the bush and straightened up.

“Alright,” she said, “look, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m-”

She cut herself off when the creature suddenly lunged for her. She tried to raise her bow back up, and draw the arrow again but it was far too late. Any normal beast would’ve easily been able to close the distance before she could even start to draw, and this thing was faster than any normal beast.

It knocked her to the ground, her bow and arrow flew away. She hardly had the attention to care when she landed against the dirt. She tried to struggle free but two heavy, metal paws kept her shoulders pinned to the ground. Its feet moved between her thighs and forced her to spread her legs uncomfortably wide. She had a vague feeling about what was going to happen.

“No,” she screamed as she fruitlessly tried to free herself from under the thing’s weight, “I’m not going to let you fuck me! I’m a hunter, not some breeding bitch!”

The creature moved up to look her in the eyes with the slick black plate. Suddenly the single red dot that seemed to indicate its gaze changed. It flicked through a variety of symbols, most of which she couldn’t even begin to understand. And then, to her surprise, the symbols suddenly became familiar, it was the language of her village displayed in red light.

“These aren’t mutually exclusive.”

“Wha- you can talk?”

“I have lived for longer than your people have stayed in that village. I remember when your people didn’t live in villages but instead had plans of conquering the moon. I can do a lot more than talk.”

The moon? Conquering the Goddess of Night? She had no idea what this thing was saying, was it saying that people used to have power to rival the gods themselves? Thoughts like that and a thousand more ran through her head. However there was a far more pressing matter to attend to, so she forced them out of her head.

“If you can talk, then you can reason. You don’t have to do this.”

The thing just looked at her for a second, and suddenly she noticed a tail flicking above its head. The tail was long and moved fluidly through the air, it reminded her of a snake. It then slipped out of her sight but she didn’t have to wonder where it was for long. It slipped under her leather tunic, it was cold against her flesh as it slithered up her navel to the neck of her top.

“I have no need to reason with you.” Suddenly with a strength that both terrified and amazed her, it ripped the leather tunic down the middle like it was parchment. Ailva let out a pathetic, weak gasp. “My creators choose to leave my kind with an undeniable urge to breed.”

The creature moved its head down then and opened up its mouth to reveal a long pink tongue. It began to run it over her breasts, and Ailva bit her lips. She had always seen her breasts as something which had distracted others, and occasionally something that distracted her, but never like this! It became harder and harder to focus on anything other than the feeling of the hot, wet tongue running slowly over the soft mounds, and the growing heat between her legs.

“P-please,” she gasped out as she continued to try and get free.

The long tail snaked down into the waistband of her pants, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She felt it rub against her pussy, and she couldn’t help but gasp. Gods, she had never been this turned on before in all her life. It was getting hard to even put up a half hearted struggle against the metal beast.

Suddenly the tail pulled back, and ripped the front off her pants, leaving her pussy exposed to the open air. A shiver ran up her spine but it wasn’t from cold. The tail rubbed along the length of her slit as the head pulled away from her breasts to look at her in the eyes. Ailva tried to say something else, anything else, but she didn’t have any words. There was nothing in her head except for burning, carnal desire.

“Good,” was all the beast said.

It eased its paws off her shoulders, tempting Ailva to try and run away. Part of her mind considered it, told her to get away, go for her bow or do anything to ensure her escape. She almost did, as she moved her hands down to her side and pushed herself up slightly. However, that’s when she saw the cock sliding out from between the beast’s legs.

She hadn’t seen many cocks before, just a few accidental glances when training ended and they were changing. Even young and virginal seeing them had always left her slightly disappointed, even if she hadn’t realized it. She realized at that moment that this cock was what she was always expecting. It was longer than one of her arrows and thicker than her wrist. It was bright red, throbbed occasionally, and had a thick knot towards the base.

Ailva submissively laid back down on the ground and meekly raised her hips in the air. The beast let out a snort that could’ve been a laugh. Part of her mind, the part that had wanted her to escape, chastised her. It said she was acting just the way the men wanted her to, being just a slut. But she silenced it, she didn’t care about that anymore. She was tired, horny, and just wanted to relax. She wanted to feel that cock shape her insides for its liking, and she wanted to feel its seed fill her up. Nothing else mattered at that moment.

The beast took a single heavy step forward and lined its cock up with her pussy. It pressed the rounded tip against her swollen, wet lips and Ailva gasped. She rocked her hips slightly, trying to encourage it to fuck her this second. The beast dug its metal claws into the ground on either side of her head, its body blocked out the night sky and covered her completely. Slowly, Ailva removed her hands from the ground and gripped onto the warm fur on its chest.

Suddenly the beast pushed forward, shoving everything except his knot inside her. Ailva cried out as her fingers gripped the fur as hard as they could. There was a single sharp moment of pain as her hymen was torn, and then in the next instant the pain was gone. She threw her head back and closed her eyes.

“Fuck… Gods… so full…”

The beast started to pull back, dragging his cock out of her wet, needy pussy. And then, he shoved forward, pushing it back into her. Ailva let out another cry, but one of pure pleasure this time. She opened her mouth and let whatever noises, moans or pants, fall out of it as they wanted. She sounded like a beast herself, a bitch in heat, and she couldn’t care less. It wasn’t like her lover could judge her for it.

It started to rock its hips then, working its way up to a steady pace. It’s movements were fast, but precise in the way that only a machine could ever be. It hammered into her at a steady, perfectly timed rate. She felt the knot slap against her lips every time he pushed forward and she wanted to know what it was like to take such a huge thing inside her.

Suddenly the beast turned its head down, and his tongue came out of his mouth to push inside open lips. Ailva didn’t reject it, instead she embraced it. She opened her mouth even wider as he pushed it down her throat, making her gag slightly. She moaned into the mouth of the beast as it continued to fuck her, her mind starting to go blank with pleasure.

Then she felt it. The tail pushed against her tight ass. She let out a squeal into the tongue and tried to pull away, but she was trapped under the beast, completely at its mercy. The tail pushed into the hole, and she squealed more out of surprise than anything else. The tail was no thicker than two fingers next to each other and it fit quite snugly inside her.

It started to move back and forth, in time with the cock pistoning inside her, and Ailva suddenly stopped caring entirely. It felt too good, it all felt too good. Even the cool breeze against her damp breasts felt good. Ailva moved her legs up, resting her ankles against the side of the metal beast, so she could urge him to fuck her faster and harder, while she was more able to buck her hips back into his.