January 2023 Story - The Island Sorceress (Chapter 6 - Final) (Patreon)

Minutes, hours, days.

Nobody had seen Janira. She did not show up on her throne, and she did not call for anybody. The last anybody saw of her was that dreadful Mating Day, the day – as some came to know – that everything changed.

For the first time in many years, the men began talking to each other. Lightly at first, and then full conversations. Genji was afraid to show his face to anybody. In the times he did catch someone in the halls, he noticed their harsh glares, making him retreat quickly back to his room.

Some of the men began banging on his door.

A clamor of harsh, rough voices rang.

“Hey, what makes you think you’re better than us?”

“We should teach him a lesson!”

“He angered the queen, right? Maybe if we punish him, she will reward us.”

The banging grew louder, making Genji hide under his bed.

“Open up!”

“Show your face, coward!”

“He doesn’t know his place. He shamed the queen!”

“Get him!”

None of it made any sense to Genij. He clearly pleased her, right? Unless he overstepped some boundary…

The door then broke at the hinges. Genji screamed as hands reached out for his legs underneath the bed. He clambered to hold onto one of the bed’s legs. That didn’t last long, as it only took a couple men to wring him free. The scene devolved into chaos as he was dragged out into the hall and carried up. Genji became disoriented with all the men wishing him death. Someone suggested they take him to the throne room and offer his death to the queen. Chants rang throughout the hall. They set him down on the floor in front of the empty throne and rested his neck on a chopping block.

Hiro appeared in front of the crowd. Genji found some solace and hope in that he would quell this sudden tirade. Instead, Hiro kept a stern face as he unsheathed his blade and prepared to decapitate Genji.

There was absolutely no one he could turn to.

Genji closed his eyes and prepared for the end.

An explosion and the subsequent stench of smoke made him open his eyes. Something had hit Hiro, and he held a frozen empty gaze as he fell to the floor partially charred.

Janira stood beside her throne, having pointed at Hiro with a finger and sent him to his death with her magic. The men immediately let go of Hiro and backed away. Janira stood in her robe, hair disheveled and face haggard with rage, wide-eyed.

After a moment of silence, when all the voices had died down, she said, “How…DARE…you do this. How DARE you start a riot in MY palace! GET OUT! Before I KILL every last ONE OF YOU!”

With the wave of her finger, she cracked off more bursts of flames. She killed off a couple fleeing men, singing them to a crisp. She even sent a few them flying into the air hitting the walls and columns, breaking their necks. Genji cried as he fled. But then he screamed in terror as Janira stopped him his tracks with her magic. She levitated him off the ground. He flailed desperately, watching the last man flee from the throne room.

Janira set him down before her on the floor. She shut the doors and all was quiet again. Genji caught his breath on his knees. He dared not look at her now.

More minutes dragged on in silence. He wondered if she left, so he glanced up.

Janira was still there, gazing out one of the windows.

She turned around and for the first time since arriving on the island she appeared truly human. She had just woken up and, like any other human, looked groggy and displeased and tired. However, a slight wave of content appeared on her face. Maybe some sadness?

Janira’s voice had lost all command. She spoke softly, wavering.

“In all my time here, centuries, not a single man had thought to do what you did.” She averted her eyes. “I have never felt this way before. I am vulnerable.” She clenched her fists. With a snarl she said, “I hate it…” Then she eased. “But I like it at the same time. You have torn me in two.”

After a moment’s silence of staring at each other, she said, “A promise is a promise. You pleased me, and therefore I may grant you whatever you wish. Even…” She looked down at the floor, forlorn. “…even if it is to leave the island.”

Genji knew what he wanted to say. Still, he was taken aback. He even somewhat enjoyed having this moment of power over her. That feeling abated, as he took a deep breath and sat straight.

“I want you to do whatever you want to me,” he said.

Janira gasped a little. For the very first time, she blushed. She then seemed to want to hide that blush and turned away. She stammered. “W-what did you say?”

“I want you to do whatever you want to me!” he repeated, louder.

“What are you talking about, you silly man?” she spat, defensively.

Genji himself had trouble saying what he wanted to say. It all came out finally in a rushed burst of excitement. His heart leaped bounds as he expressed every decadent, hidden desire. “I want you to break wind on me! I want you to step on me! I want to feel your entire body on me and hear my joints crack! I want to feed you and please you! Your pleasure is mine!”

With blushing cheeks, he prostrated with his arms out. “My one and only queen! My life! I am yours forever! I devote my entire existence to you!”

When she didn’t say anything in return, he peeked and saw that she was entirely flushed now, fanning her face and pacing back and forth. She stammered incoherently, chuckling one moment and snarling the next.

“Y-you---I—but—the---I—you—ohhhh!” She stamped her foot. “Stupid feelings! Stupid, stupid, stupid!” She growled like a tiger and then cried, “On your back! Right now!”

“With pleasure, my queen.”

“And stop smiling! You pathetic little worm!”

Genji found it hard to do so. He sighed longingly as she prepared to sit on his face. She did so harshly, nearly breaking his nose.

“This will teach you to make me feel vulnerable ever again!”

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Genji moaned, feeling the hot air seep into his lungs, breathing in that deliciously rancid smell of rotten eggs. She smothered him by rubbing her cheeks back and forth on his face. She continued to break wind freely, cackling at him and calling him names.

When it was over, she stood up. Genji appeared dazed, moaning. His cock was fully erect.

Janira cackled. She laid down by his side. She took his cock, roughly at first, and then stroked it gently. Genji moaned aloud. He closed his mouth, but she pulled away his hand to let him moan freely.

“You degenerate,” she said. “You actually like it when I break wind?”

Genji didn’t say anything.

“Answer me! Do you like it?”

“Y-yes!”

She stroked his cock faster, making him squeal.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you.”

Genji bit his lip. She forced him to look directly at her. She lowered her face to his and belched right into his face.

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“Hahahaha! How does that smell? You dirty knave.”

Genji bit his lip so hard it started to hurt. He was moments away from cumming, but she demanded he hold it in. She continued making it harder to him by emitting foul, loud farts.

“My queen!” he cried. “I don’t…know…how long....I can—”

He gave up. He burst into cries as he ejaculated all over himself and her face. She laughed manically and squeezed out every ounce of seed inside of him. He had never felt so satisfied before. Her touch was so gentle and smooth, and she knew how to please him.

After everything came out, she stopped and admired the cum dripping from her fingers. She snickered and licked it, smacking her lips.

“Impressive. Very fertile.”

Genji calmed down. His mind was still exploding with pleasure. Even so he was worried. He spat a thousand apologies. “I-I’m sorry, my queen. I’m so sorry!”

Janira smirked deviously. She whispered in his ear, “Come with me to my chambers.”

Epilogue

The men of the island never saw Genji’s face ever again. Another bodyguard had been chosen to replace Genji. They started to think that they had actually done a good job of pleasing their queen, as things went back to normal soon after that crazy day when they rioted. They believed that Janira executed Genji herself, and that she was upset that they ever tried to do it without her permission.

Janira continued to punish any criminals by breaking the foulest wind on their faces.

A small rumor began to spread. Nobody knew who was the man lying down underneath Janira’s throne. Nobody had even been assigned to that position if they failed their orders or disobeyed any of her rules. They also noticed, however, that she broke wind while sitting on her throne more frequently than ever. Even so, they did not hear any muffled cries or protests.

That was because Genji laid there, a wide smile on his face, finally having gotten his wish.