Category: The Year of Ssylphiel

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Aftermath

The rays of the sun slowly crawled across Ssylphiel and the red-head Dwarf woman sharing her bed. The naga goddess sighed as the warmth of the sunbeam went across her stomach and gently woke her. “Mmmm…good morning, Nora.”

“Mmm…good morning, goddess,” sighed the Dwarf woman happily. Ssylphiel kissed her new paramour before slithering to her vanity with the Dwarf in her coils.

“It was nice of you and your father to let us use the tavern for our party last night,” said Ssylphiel.

“Me father’s an ol’ softie,” replied Nora. Ssylphiel was about to put on her makeup…when she saw a piece of paper with pictures on the vanity table. She examined the paper carefully.

“…A receipt?” she muttered. Nora saw the paper.

“Can I see that?” she asked. Ssylphiel handed her the receipt and Nora inspected. “…That’s me father’s handwriting,” muttered the Dwarf woman. Her eyes went wide as she looked at each line item on the receipt. “What in the hell…?!” she whispered. She was REALLY surprised when she saw the total! “Wha…?!” Ssylphiel goggled at the pictures and looked at the total on the receipt.

“…What did the rest of the girls DO last night?!” she spluttered. She then used her mirror to call the designated lead girl from last night. “SANLIEL!” she shouted. The blue-skinned, green-haired Elf woman put her fingers to her lips as a pained look of getting over a hangover crossed her face.

“Shshshshhhhh!” she said. “Yes, Mistress?” she then whispered.

“I distinctly remember Nora and her father warning us,” said Ssylphiel, “that they’d charge us a cleaning fee if we left the tavern and forge a mess after our party last night.”

“Me father left a receipt and pictures of the damage from last night,” explained Nora. “I’m not trying to be mean about collection, but holy HELL!”

“I knew that fee was gonna come up this morning,” moaned Sanliel pitifully. “I knew it the minute the living sundae contest got out of hand.”

“So the brown substance Nora’s father found,” asked Ssylphiel, “that’s all chocolate?”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Sanliel. “And the anvil had a really nice flat surface for a suction attachment, so, Nora, I’d be careful around that.”

“Me anvil?!” Nora looked to see if her dad accounted for any damage for the anvil. “…Why was the horn of me poor anvil rusted?!” she demanded.

“…Erm, what’s the total damage?” asked Sanliel.

“943 gold, at least that’s what Nora’s father thinks is fair,” replied Ssylphiel. “I think he’s being a bit generous.”

“Nora, instead of me answering your question about the anvil,” offered Sanliel, “how about we make that a nice 1,000 gold? Make it a nice, cubed number.”

“You want me to not ask questions?” asked Nora. “You’re all helping me clean the tavern and forge as well as paying that fee! Mistress, I’m sorry, but you’re gonna have to help.”

“Of course, Sweet Nora,” agreed Ssylphiel. “Why don’t we…” she read something else on the receipt and saw the pictures. “…What’s that red stuff on the tavern’s rafters?” Sanliel thought for a minute.

“…Oh, no!” she assured Ssylphiel a second later. “That’s not what you’re thinking, Mistress. Jello wrestling. That’s raspberry.”

“Right, that’s it,” sighed Ssylphiel. “I’ll need to lay out ground rules, one of them being that we cannot let ourselves be so blacked-out drunk enough for Jello wrestling!”

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Pleasing Their Mistress

Ssylphiel has many rooms devoted to wild nights of passion. Her favorite is known as the Pillow Pit, the floor being covered in soft pillows that give her and her playmates maximum comfort. Today was a special day for her as not only was it Valentine’s day, but also the birthdays of the first two women to be inducted into the Order of Hissteria. One was a human girl named Shannon, the other was a Catgirl named Beth. “This way, darlings,” cooed Ssylphiel as she brought the two into the Pillow Pit.

“Ooh!” cooed Shannon. “My favorite room!”

“Mine too!” said Beth as her ears twitched.

“You’re sure some funtime with me here is a sufficient present, girls?” asked Ssylphiel. “I can get you something a little more…material.”

“Our families already took care of that, Mistress,” assured Shannon. “We just want some time with you. Besides, we also wanted to spoil you today, given what day it is.”

“Aw, you girls are too kind,” cooed Ssylphiel as her tail gently coiled around Shannon. She easily lifted her into the air.

“Just a sec, Mistress,” said Shannon. “A little something.” She then produced a chocolate truffle and held it near Ssylphiel’s mouth.

“A sweet from one of my sweeties?” purred the naga as she gently touched Shannon’s face. “You little charmer.”

“Anything for my mistress,” replied Shannon. Beth then massaged Ssylphiel’s shoulders.

“Can I be coiled too?” she asked. “Please, Mistress?”

“Now, now,” Ssylphiel gently chided. “Let’s let Shannon have her turn.” Her tongue then took the chocolate from Shannon’s hand as her tail squeezed gently. Shannon moaned in pleasure as Ssylphiel slowly tightened her grip.

“Oooooohhh!” moaned Shannon. “Ooooohhh, s-so good! MMmmph! OooooOOOAAAAAAHHHHH!” That last moan was pure orgasm. Shannon shuddered and then fell limp. Ssylphiel gently set her down on some pillows.

“Now…your turn,” cooed the naga to Beth as her tail coiled around the Catgirl and began squeezing.

“MMMMmmmm!” moaned Beth. “Oooooohhhh! Yeeessss, so strong! D-Dominate me, please! I…I…I…I…nn…nnnnNNYYAAAAAAAA!” Her orgasm-laced yowl echoed throughout the room. Ssylphiel then laid the panting Catgirl next to Shannon, then she coiled the two of them up.

“Good little girls,” she whispered softly. “Willingly surrendering to me, accepting the rewards I give, you girls have made an excellent choice in joining the Order of Hissteria. The Serpentia Kingdom is made that much stronger with you girls. …Now…are you ready?”

“Yes! Please!” panted the two. Ssylphiel then began squeezing. The two harem girls moaned as Ssylphiel tightened her grip. They struggled a bit to heighten their pleasure. Ssylphiel grinned at the play of trying to escape, so she tightened her grip to playfully remind them who their goddess was and that escape from her was impossible! That pushed the girls over the edge. They both cried out as they orgasmed again, the pleasure of which shook their bodies. Ssylphiel then brought the girls to her chest and had them rest their heads on her breasts.

“I do appreciate that you willingly joined,” she said. “Happy birthday and happy Valentine’s day.” She kissed the two on their lips. She didn’t lie when she said her harem girls had joined her willingly. The Order of Hissteria was made so girls could willingly join Ssylphiel, just like her parents’ harems were made. As they rested, Shannon spoke up.

“Mistress,” she said, “did you ever figure out why the Orcs enslave other women?”

“Funny story about that,” remarked Ssylphiel, “turns out I was a victim of propaganda myself. Orcs are an all-male species, that much is true. So they use women of other species to help them reproduce. However, like you girls, their brides genuinely marry them out of love. That was how they created such a vast empire that rivals mine, they assimilate the other cultures into their own. …Oh, listen to me drone on about boring stuff. This is a room of love…and you girls both wanted plenty of it for your birthdays!” Ssylphiel’s hands then moved to their bras. I will not describe what happens, but it WAS passionate and all parties loved it.

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A Ridiculous Start

An Orc and his human wife languished in a dungeon cell. The woman wringed her hands in worry. “Ooh, this is just terrible!” she said. “How could this have happened?!”

“I underestimated Ssylphiel’s soldiers, that’s what happened,” sighed the Orc. “Her harem is army enough and I foolishly forgot that.” Speaking of which, a gnome woman with a yellow bra and a blue skirt arrived.

“The mistress will see you two,” she said as she opened the cell door. “Follow.”

“…Too many guards,” muttered the Orc. “…Come on, dear.” The two were led out of the cell and to a massive throne room. At the end was a bowl with an opening and cushions lining the inside. There was a woman inside the bowl, a Naga. She had a green tail, green skin, green hair, wore only a bra and necklace, and wore a blue flower in her hair.

“Hail to the Goddess, Ssylphiel Emerald Goldcoil, Queen of the Eternal Sands of the Serpentia Queendom, High Mistress of the Order of Hissteria, and Conqueror of Slypheria!” announced a harem girl with a red skirt as she got the Orc and his wife to bow.

“Now, now,” chided the Naga, Ssylphiel, as she rose from the bowl and slithered across the room to her prisoners. “No need to force Throzgar of the Great Orc Kingdom of Orkalist and his wife, Delilah, to bow.” Throzgar and his wife were released and rose.

“What is it you want this time, snake?!” snarled Throzgar.

“Well, one of your troops came to me a couple of weeks ago,” explained Ssylphiel. “He and his wife were visiting a neutral library, a rare commodity, and discovered something that displeased both them…and me.” She turned to a Dwarf woman wearing a green skirt. “Bring Markash and Saliam in.” The Dwarf bowed and opened a secret door. In stepped an Orc with his Elf wife. “Markash, will you and your wife kindly explain what you found?”

“Certainly,” replied Markash.

“3,287 years ago,” began Saliam, “we had burned the city of Nagatopia to ashes.”

“I read further,” continued Markash, “that Nagatopia used to be an ORC city before Ssylphiel had the city sacked and took it as Serpentia’s.”

“Now, the books confirmed my recollection that Serpentian forces invaded our territory and sacked that city,” continued Saliam, “because you had a dam built and redirected a river from Serpentian lands to ours.”

“And you had that dam built,” continued Markash, “because she cut off gold trade with us. Okay, somewhat fair.”

“I discovered,” went on Saliam, “that she only cut off gold trade because you refused to attend her 50,000th birthday party. Something of an insult to a woman of her status, hm?”

“And you refused to attend,” finished Markash, “because Ssylphiel tricked you into sitting on an egg! And that was on the day you said the war started! 5,000 years ago last week! My Lordship, PLEASE tell me that this war didn’t start because of a mere prank?!” Throzgar looked away. “…Your silence speaks volumes! FIVE THOUSAND YEARS OF BLOODSHED OVER A HARMLESS PRANK!”

“I’m frankly surprised,” said Ssylphiel, “that you held a grudge for that long. You could have pranked me back, Throzgar!”

“That’s why we’re fighting?!” yelped Delilah. “Good Gods, I can’t believe I married someone so thin-skinned! I’m taking over!” Delilah then stabbed Throzgar in the head. The Orc fell dead as Delilah’s dress and hair rose turned black. “…I’ll take the body away,” she offered.

“We’ll serve as witnesses to what happened,” supplied Saliam.

“Then this war will terminate?” asked Ssylphiel.

“Yes, this war will end,” promised Delilah. “When should we meet to discuss peace?”

“Oh, how about April, Your Majesty?” suggested Ssylphiel. “Plenty of time for us to recall our troops from contested areas and rebuild.”

“Very well. By your leave…”

“Guards, let the new queen and her friends return to Orkalist unmolested,” ordered Ssylphiel. The guards escorted the three from the throne room and Ssylphiel returned to her throne. “Happy Year of the Snake, Darlings,” she hissed happily.