Witness for the Dawn (Futa/Female, Hyper, Impregnation, U15, Commission)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Commissioned by James Harn from my patreon.

This is a prequel to The Dawn of a Perfect Empire

My sword clangs against the stone wall before the queen. She stops before her head can be decapitated by the sharp steel, though her eyes remain no less defiant. Two guards clad in iron lay behind her, dead by my blade, and a shape quivers beneath the covers of her bedsheets. For a kingdom ruled by someone so dark-skinned, her room is surprisingly light.

“Turn around,” I command her, taking the same tone I would with the lower ranked soldiers under me. She merely glares at me, unblinking. Our visual confrontation only lasts a moment, before she leaps at me. Her hands ball into fists and swipe at my face. She’s fast and precise, clearly strong in her own right. However, a guarded queen is no match for me, a prime captain born from a perfect woman.

I duck her punch and come up behind her. She stumbles with the momentum, leaving her neck open. My hilt slams into it, pinching her spine and temporarily paralysing her. I crouch down and choke the queen until her consciousness fades, leaving her as little more than a gorgeous husk. Perhaps my empress would allow me to keep her for myself.

My smile at the prospect is cut short as I heft the queen onto my shoulder. I turn at the sound of a horrified gasp to see a young woman, barely entering womanhood, staring at me with wide eyes. The daughter, I realise from the way she’s dressed and how she carries herself. It’s clear that she will be beautiful once her body matures, the beginnings of a full bust already budding on her chest. Her hips are curved nicely also.

“My allies will be here shortly,” I inform her and set the queen down. I approach the frightened girl with a long rope in hand, “Either follow me in bondage, or be killed.” Her pride falters under the threat, fear replacing any hint of nobility as she offers her quivering wrists. There’s purity amidst the terror in her eyes, and her cheeks are flushed from looking at my curvy figure. Mother will enjoy this one.

-Three days later-

I return to the empire on horseback. A cart trails behind me, windows barred and only two people held inside. The onlookers can see them plainly, gesturing to the gorgeous shade of their dusky skin and the queen’s full lips. I’m not without admirers of course, however the new arrivals have all the attention. I can’t blame the people.

I’ve been peering through the bars at the young princess. She sleeps nestled close to her mother, who always holds her protectively. It almost makes me jealous, but I know that it’s a false love. The queen only looks at the girl possessively, like how my mother would look at her precious concubines. This girl is adored and cherished, not loved. I can’t help but smile as I imagine myself teaching her all the wonders of true love.

If my mother doesn’t want her, that is. I can hope, however.

My unit comes to a stop at the palace gates. Atop the stairs, I see my mother. She’s wreathed in a partially see-through robe, her massive breasts, motherly hips and heavy sex on display for all who wish to see them. And everyone wants to. Mother isn’t simply adored by her people, she is their provider, their leader, their lover and, to a growing population of us, their mother. I spy her guards and see that their pussies are dripping with thick, heavy streaks of white.

There’s a startled gasp from the cart. I turn to peer into the bars, riding alongside the temporary prison, and see the princess is staring at my mother. The former queen, whose kingdom was now another part of the empire, barely glanced at my empress. She will learn, I snicker silently.

Mother walks down to greet us. She congratulates the general, and the other soldiers, before she is told of how I captured the royal family on my own. A castle full of guards and loyal maids were laid to waste, they tell her, all so that I could apprehend those who stood against the empire. It’s true, to a degree. I mostly did it for Mother.

“Oh, now that is most impressive. Befitting of a general, wouldn’t you agree?” Mother’s gaze turns to me, a glimmer of pride in her perpetual smile.

“Yes, Empress.”

“Then, Mary,” her voice carries over the courtyard, rushing into my ears and sending a flood of warmth through, “You will be my personal general. Lead my forces to victory. As a reward, I will let you see something few are privilege enough to witness. Bring your prizes and follow me.” I immediately dismount and tug the prisoners from the cart, then follo

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