Queen Anestille Danesti of the frozen island nation of Ilveresk was as cold and hard as the mountainous highlands of her domain. A domain taken by force and uncompromising brutality. Bright blue eyes rested beneath sharp brows to pierce into the world which so rightfully belongs within her grasp. Her angular features were framed by tresses of blonde hair left free to drape in enhancement of her figure. Her face was bereft of smile or joy. Carved in spite the soft pink of her lips hardly changed in expression and a look of bored dissatisfaction was always preferable to a twist of displeasure overcoming her visage.

Anestille the Butcher was an incredibly tall woman as Ilvereskans tend to be. Her looming countenance was strong in its femininity. Swift at hand her muscled core and strong legs left her the first and last strike oft to be made in disagreement, though her physical strength was tempered by noble indifference and feminine allure. Anestille carried herself with the haughty pride of any monarch and bore the crest of a curled scorpion-stinger tipped tail upon the back of the glove at her right hand. The symbol also appeared at the sheathe of the sabre at her left hip- the symbol of the rule of Ilveresk newly united under the strength of the sky-tyrants wyvern riding legion. Upright and militant the tap of boots echoed her footfalls, and despite sharp and stately appearance the cold blue violence of those eyes betrayed the wild animalistic violence of the soul which must be required of one which might earn the respect of the aggressive wyverns.

Anestille the Indomitable was known for an intense sexual appetite and a rougher taste of desires. Many other islands would fall. Kings and dukes slain, all males of noble bloodline eradicated whilst every female was made her wife and mother to new heirs. None held as much spite or as much lust from the brutal queen as the elves whose bust might dare challenge her own. The enormous swell of Anestille's chest strained at any uniform she wore. With the click of every bootstep the lewd wobble bounced and jostled in fearsome accent to her harsh demeanor. Each easily the size of her head it was a merciful death to fantasize being suffocated between those massive mammaries, and so easily it could be true as well. The swelling mounds were pierced at their pert pink peaks by barbells straining in visibility through the tightness of every shirt.

Anestille the Blessed bore a trait which set her aside as different from other humans, and perhaps the only reason animalistic wyverns might accept her as beast as well. Her tight core gave way to wide hips and strong thighs, while betwixt them sat nestled a sheathe and two fat swollen grapefruit sized balls straining a leathery sheath. The scent of powerful dominating muskiness of her crotch became ever more exacerbated when the swell of two imperious black equine-styled cocks came to present; flared tips ridged with bumps along the edge of the crown which oozed in messy excess, poisoning the mind and body as readily as any wyvern sting with the raw commanding scent of fertility and instinct of submission to such a pair of womb defiling breeding rods. If neither the sight nor scent of those powerful musky fucklogs were enough to set the womb afire and leave knees and willpower weak then the taste may be a final blow; so thick as her seed was, promising such inescapable impregnation, it was only right for any and every noble woman to abandon their old name and find themselves at their knees in surrender of their body and lands.

Too often of late though the Queen has been in need of new royal guard for the lands of Sinifer- and these regions offer plenty of choices that can both serve her and enforce her desires. Her most favored becocked guardians, male or futa, find the reward of Queen Anestille's femininity as opposed to subjugating spires of horsecock.

Your queen has found you now at long last. An escaping straggler, or a noble of some sort from another land- it matters not. Submission is demanded, and Skyqueen Anestille will take it. You need only to spread your legs and prepare to be conquered.


Above all I am interested in story. Lewd story, of course, but all the same.

Interests: Elves, noblewomen, princesses, queens. Oversized insertions, huge cocks, size differences, huge breasts, excessive cum. Rough pounding, intentional and detailed impregnation, hair pulling, mating press. Romance, erotic teasing (receptive), musk-drunken submission, dubcon, wild passion. Always welcomed and interested in tells for rp or ideas.

Not interested in noncon, though dubious consent is good. Duty, cock shock, blackmail or just primal lust and musky cocks clouding inhibitions or other scenarios- there are plenty of means and reasons besides violent nonconsensual rape.

All welcomed to chat in tells if desirous of rp or faction involvement. Always a place for knights, nobles, or any roles or service members to the Queen's court. Accommodations for any fem/futa or dom/sub abound.