[FxM] Queen & Consort: Queen Wanted for Femdom Game

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QUEEN & CONSORT [DOM F WANTED]


There are many other races in the Three Worlds, but Crow has never found any that were like himself: shifters who flew. Only one race is known to do that: the Fell. The Fell are terrifying predators who feed on groundlings, destroying their cities and towns, eating the inhabitants, stealing their clothes and possessions, and moving on.

Crow knows he isn't a Fell.

As for what he really is? Trying to find out has gotten him into worse trouble than anything else in his short, miserable life. He's done looking.

Until one day, out of the blue, the truth finds him.

He's a Raksura; more specifically, a Raksuran consort: a fertile male, the only Raksura capable of breeding with a queen. Consorts are supposed to be delicate, sheltered, shy creatures brokered in alliances and never straying far from their home court. A feral one is nearly unheard of - he's automatically presumed to have committed a great and terrible crime, to have been banished. A queen takes him in, then, not out of mercy, or any desire to breed him and further her line, but out of a feeling that a Raksuran consort shouldn't be out here alone, and after all, he's awfully pretty, and indulgently helpless. There are multiple queens in any court, all gathered under the Reigning Queen. She has no need of him, except so far as he amuses her. Crow is an unwanted, strange oddity, titillated over, a unique fascination for all the court, men and women who make up the sterile warriors and the fertile but flightless arbora.

Will he sink or swim in a world of politics when last week, it was a struggle just to find shelter and food?


ALTERNATE VERSION OF THAT PLOT:

Taiga is a bratty consort, grown up pampered and spoiled in a court.

But the time has come. A foreign queen is here to solidify a trade agreement, and the rumors of the beautiful consort who's just come of age leads her to agree to him as the consort to solidify the deal.

Only one slight problem.

A few weeks before the queen is due to fly in and take him away, Taiga viciously and unwisely insulted a queen come personally to lend her weight behind creating a powerful trade agreement. That queen is one of the rulers of a court fighting an active war - a court known for its viciousness and bloodthirstiness.

The queen, vicious and bloodthirsty herself, can't shake Taiga's insult - or the way his pretty face looked while giving it - from her mind. Now that he's of legal age, she arrives as well, with the intent to either fight the queen who'd laid claim to him and take him in her stead, a time-honored tradition among Raksura, or steal Taiga - a practice that is looked down upon but fairly common, though it can lead to sparking a war between the courts. What's stealing, you ask? Well. In our world, we'd probably call it kidnapping. Taking a consort without his birth queen's and reigning queen's consent, or when already bound to another queen.

Potential Starter



Crow didn't know what he was; all he knew was he could do this.

When he concentrated, he felt his form shift, an odd fluidity like water. Heavy wings fell from his back, clothed in interlocking black scales. Talons extended from his feet. An array of spikes as midnight as his scales extended from his neck; they could be stiffened into a crown of thorns to keep predators off him, or kept soft and flat behind his head.

In this form, he could fly, soar the heights of the sky. He could swim, deeper and quicker than any groundling.

In this form, he was stronger, he was bigger - and he was hated.

Fell looked like this. Fell were shifters who flew.

He wasn't a Fell.

Nobody had ever believed him when he said that.

In the darkness of the forest, he nearly slammed into a bough, curling his wings in at the last second and tumbling down to the ground with a bone-shuddering smack. He'd been flying for days. He just wanted to escape. The Cordans were long behind him. He had lived among them for almost a year, but it ended. Everything ended.

The woman he was living with saw him shift. He was drugged. They'd tied him up, told him he would die in the morning.

He wasn't without his tricks, and managed to undo the knot they'd used and escape into the forest. He'd run, desperate and clothes ragged, unable to shift, dodging through the woods as they hunted him.

Finally, the poison wore off, and he'd flown as far and fast from them as he could. He felt out of his mind with grief and loneliness. He hadn't stopped for days, though the Cordans never could have reached him after a mere twenty minutes of flying.

Crow curled up against the tree that had nearly brained him on the loamy forest floor. He needed to sleep; he'd never been able to in his other form. Shedding the weight of his wings was a relief. It was bright out, midday, and he curled up tight as he could, the bruises stark against the side of his head. He'd figure out where to go or what to do after sleeping off this emotional hangover that had him trembling against the leaves and twigs.

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