Author's Note

I am patreon of the author of the cover art, I just couldn't resist.
Although this was not the intend first story I was going to write in this 'Long Live Queen Daybreaker' series.
But really check him out, here's the link to his patreon account.
https://www.patreon.com/brother_tico/posts so check him out. He's also on deviantart too...
As for this story... well... um... can we all at least make the attempt to be adults... well those of use at least 18, and for those under 18... what the heck are you doing here. This is a mature story. The cover art should have been the biggest warning on the matter...Get out of here.

Shattering The Succubus

To call it a throne was an insult, but no other word would describe it. With the back being ten meters high, the width of the seat and it’s length from the back being four meters each, forged in gold, studded with rubies and engraved with and shaped such that it look as though the images of lions, eagles, and nearly every other creature that had some affiliation with the sun were carved into the throne. The arms of the thrones looked as if they rested on the heads of gryphons. It hovered over the ground by a meter, likely by the repulsive forces of powerful magnets both under the throne and the stone floor it would otherwise rest upon. Upon the back of the throne was a rendering of the sun and all its awe with a lion’s face within it, while surrounding it was a rending of a dragon, blacker than night, as if it was holding the sun like a ball with it’s four legs, while it’s wings spread open to cover the back. The seat of the throne itself seemed to be more like a large bed and a chair. To many that looked upon it, it was as this was where power itself resided.

Surrounding the throne was a small platoon of beings that looked to being in shining bronze armor that looked to have flames engraved into the metal. Four of them seemed to reside in a set of wheels within wheels with eyes all over the wheels. Four had helmets that looked like the largest of lions with what looked like a cape of six wings on their back, their armor seemed to be covered with eyes as well as flames. A dozen more matched these four, but four had helms like the most majestic of eagles, four like aurochs and four had helms that seemed most like humans. Four more of these appeared to have a cape of four wings, but they had four arms and their helms had four faces, the face facing forward was human, the face on the wearer’s right was akin to a lion, on the wearer’s left was a bull’s face, with the forth and final face looking backward was an eagle. The last four of them weren’t like the rest, but instead robes of the same brazen color and seemed to be patterned like serpent’s coils as well as the flames. The robes of these in part seemed to trail into tails, while having hoods lowered that resembled the face of cobras, with their hoods open which seemed to extend into wings that then turned to cover the cobra’s faces and had a cape of four wings, two of went around the fours’ fronts and seemed to cover the feet. All twenty-eight were divided into four squads of seven, each squad stationed at the corners of the throne.

Upon the seat of the throne a woman’s arm stretched up. It’s alabaster white seemed to have a slight golden and red glow from the throne itself and it’s seat. That arm was followed by the torso of its owner still under a red blanket. Her hair cascaded from her head down her back and should she stand it would pass her knees. The hair itself started out a bright yellow but darkened to the orange of dawn (or sunset). From her head was a white horn and from her back came white feathery wings. She yawned as she stretched her arms and wings as the blanket fell showing the enthroned in all her natural glory. Her breasts would make many women feel small-chested in contrast, her nipples were each larger than a golden coin. Her lips were deep blood red, like the blanket that once covered her. She then opened her eyes, the ‘whites’ were a dark brown-ish red, the irises seemed to be like the sun, orange from the other side to yellow next to the slits. The slits of pupils were cat-like and matched the ‘whites’.

One of the four more serpentine dressed throne guardians flew so that it could speak to the waken queen. “Hail, Daybreaker of the House Faust! First of her name! The Phoenix that Slays the Night! Queen of…” the guardian started, her voice betraying her sex.

“Must you go through that list every morning?” Daybreaker cut her off with that question with an eye roll. “How many titles have the plebeians given me now? One thousand and six?” she asked rhetorically as she got looked away from the guardian.

“Nine thousand and one, with Bane of Nightmares with the recent capture of Nightmare Moon and the end of what is being called the Eclipse War.” the guardian answered. Daybreaker groaned. “Shall I make a note that you only wish to be hailed as ‘Queen Daybreaker’?” Daybreaker turned to look at the guardian, a slight scowl on her face and her eyes slightly lowered in bemusement as she laid on her right side with her face resting on the knuckles of her right hand. “Duly noted, my Queen.” Daybreaker simply rolled her eyes before she turned on to lay on her back. The throne guard hovered unsure what to do or say. After a few seconds, “My Queen, there is still the matter of what is to be done with Night…” she started but was silenced as Daybreaker groaned and rose to her feet. She stood at a near amazonian height of two meters as she looked down at the throne guard. The guard gulped, “and her at large supporters…” she stopped as Daydreamer growled at her. The queen then turned from the throne guard and looked beyond her throne upon the throne room itself from her seat.

The room was structured to look like a mostly complete circle connected to a stretch of hallway. The hallway itself looked more akin to the walk into the sanctuary of a temple then the hall of a throne room. In fact this part of the palace was more like a temple than a throne room. Daybreaker looked to her left and right and ‘hmm’ as she looked at the space. “It gets rather lonely on top.” she mused in a whisper that only she heard. She turned to face the guard, “Until further notice, I want a new throne commissioned,” before the guard could question. “Make it silver studded with sapphires, with wolves, bats, owls and other animals that have been connected to the moon, engraved like this throne, have the arms of the thrones rest on bulls, like mine uses gryphons. The back should have a full moon with a rabbit’s face like my lion and a red bat as it’s shadow like my black dragon. And make the back nine meters tall and the seat three meters by three meters and place it to the right of my throne and angle it....” As Daybreaker spoke she went to a drawer that was built into her throne and pulled out a black leather collar, a pair of black leather gloves, a pair of black leather boots/leggings that went half-way up her thighs, a black leather corset, two black straps that would connect corset and the boots/leggings and a black leather covering that looked like panties. She trailed off in thought as she donned the selected clothes. Once she was dressed she leapt into the air and flew from her throne towards the edge of the hallway that completed the circle and turned to look around. “So that the throne is visible but not straight on from the entrance.” she finished as she lowered herself until her boots were on the ground. She vanished her wings as she turned and strutted out of the throne room. Before she was asked, “I am going to make her a deal she cannot refuse.” Once she was at the doors and about to throw them open, she smirked and “And claim my due.” she said before she licked her lips.

In a dark room that could only be described as a dungeon, chained to a wall was a woman that like Daybreaker had a horn coming from her head and wings from her back and towered most women. However she stood at 1.9 meters, her skin and feathers were dark blue, the wings a darker shade. She also had light blue hair that cascaded to half way down her thigh, She was dressed in a lighter blue armor that was mostly a set of besagues, rerebraces, vambraces, gauntlets, gleaves that went above her knees and a fairly simple breast plate, with a light blue cloth went below her knees that covered the groin guard. The armor seemed to expose more than it protected as it showed much of the woman's skin. Her eyes had ‘whites’ that were very light blue, with cyan irises with black cat-like pupils. On a table four meters from her but within her cell was a helmet that allowed her horn to go through it that matched the armor she wore. “Damn her.” the woman cursed as she tried once more to break her chains.

“Adamantine is such a tricky metal to work with.” came the voice of Daybreaker as she stood at the door of the cell with three guardsmen, all dressed in golden colored armor. “But with the right amount of mithril when it’s still fluid, you can craft just about anything.” Daybreaker opened the cell and shut it behind her before the guards could dash in to secure the room. Daybreaker went to the table and picked up the helmet. “Although I must admit it’s far easier to just work with mithril and not go through the hassle of smelting.” she said as she examined it. She then placed it back down. And turned to face her prisoner.

“You may have me in-prison, Daybreaker, but my Night Wolves will not-” the prisoner started to protest.

As her prisoner spoke Daybreaker rolled her eyes, “Oh for the love of Zacherle! SHUT THE FUCK UP, NIGHTMARE MOON!” she shouted as she flashed the room as if a tiny star was in the room for a second. Nightmare held her tongue. Daybreaker walked up to her chained foe. “How stupid do you think I am?” she asked rhetorically. She then took Nightmare’s chin in her left hand. “My realm is prosperous and great, but this lovers-spat almost destroyed everything…” Daybreaker paused as she leaned in and gently brushed her horn against Nightmare’s as she rested her forehead on Nightmares and looked into her prisoner’s eyes. “We built, every night and day, and every day and night.” She then kissed Nightmare tenderly as she caressed her check. As she was about to pull away Nightmare leaned forward as much as her chains would allow so to return the kiss tenfold.

Once the kiss was returned Nightmare looked up as tears began to slowly form in the corners of her eyes. “Oh Day…” she struggled to say before she dropped to her knees, “It isn't fair! Everyone loves you, they come to your throne room, they wait until dawn to seek your counsel, they inform you of all that’s going on, they credit you with everything. It’s not fair! It’s not fair!” she said as her tears started to build up, “I just want to be loved too,” She then started to weep as she failed yet again to cover her face. “I am so sorry.” she said weakly.

Daybreaker smiled, it was a soft smile. She knelt down to the wretch before her and again took Nightmare’s chin this time in her right hand. “Oh, my Moon.” Daybreaker whispered as she kissed Nightmare as they both closed their eyes. Daybreaker then broke the kiss and rose back up to stand above Nightmare. “I forgive you” she said with a gentle smile. Nightmare looked up to her cap… lover as tears of relief and happiness started to pool in her eyes. Before she could speak, Daybreaker continued. “I will convert your old throne room into something else as a more fitting throne for my…” she paused as she reached into her bosom and pulled out a ring, it was silver and gold entwined with the top of the ring a rendering of both their marks merged as one with a ruby and sapphire set in the center. “Moon-wife will join mine in our throne room”. Nightmare gasped as she looked back up to Daybreaker from the ring, but before she could say anything. Daybreaker put the ring back where she got it. “But first,” she said as darkness fell on Nightmare, “you and your dogs must each know your place.”

Nightmare began to tremble, “What must I do?” she squeaked.

Daybreaker smirked a twisted grin before she licked her lips. “You already know the answer to that question, Moonie.”

Several hours later, as the sun was setting and the moon was starting to rise, five century of people were gathered in the hall of Daybreaker’s throne room. The people were composed of clearly skilled warriors, various lords, ladies, elected officials, etc., all of whom have sided with Nightmare Moon in the fairly brief Eclipse War. In front of them and five meters from the sets that actually lead from the ground floor to Daybreaker’s hoovering throne was a stone slab that could be best compared to an altar large enough to sacrifice two large male hippopotami each facing perpendicular to the other and burn both. To the throne’s right was a curtain that covered something. The people gathered were looking around nervously. 'Were they about to be sentenced to death for treason and that sentence be executed then and there as an example for all that sided with Nightmare Moon?' was the main question on all their minds. Sure one of Daybreaker's titles was Eumenide,(the Kind One), but would she truly be so after the five years that nearly destroyed the realm.

"We are most pleased that you all made it." came the voice of Daybreaker as she flew, now dressed in armor akin to Nightmare Moon’s but the armor was bronze in color, the loin cloth was red until it was mid-thigh before it became yellow with the break like a flame. Her helmet was more akin to a crown with three rubies studded with one in the center point with the other two in the points on it’s farthest left and right, with a four ruby studded in her breast plate right in between her bosom. On her wings bronze guards over the ‘corners’ of her wings. "You were summoned here to answer for the crime of treason that you and your kin stand accused of." All five hundred gathered gulped in fright. Daybreaker smirked. She then landed and sat down on the slab, in its center. “But let it not be said that I am without mercy.” She snapped her fingers on her right hand and a figured cover in a large black cloak with hood was escorted from behind her throne by all the throne guards save the four in the wheels within wheels to the edge of the slab. She snapped her fingers again and the curtain next to her throne fell which revealed a throne that she had told her throne guards to have made. “I choose to take your princess as my bride, my moon-wife.” she declared. Everyone fell silent. Some covered their mouths, others bit down on their fists, all in awe and relief.

“Thank you, Eumenide!”, “Bless you, Kind One!” and many other cheers of gratitude were shouted and announced from the mass who were called to bear witness to this union, while mostly symbolic, was a symbol of reunification and healing. There was a solid minute of other applause, mixed therein with the laughs and other expressions of relief. “Praise to the merciful one!”

Daybreaker then snapped her fingers and everyone fell silent. “But nothing comes without a cost.” she stated before she snapped her fingers again and the cloaked figure was revealed. Everyone gasped at the sight. It was Nightmare Moon, but she was out of her armor. Around her wrists were black leather bands with the same colored leather in straps, one piece like a studded collar connected to the largest piece that went down the front of her body and in between her bosom by a ring just below her neck. From that same ring was leash. Three leather straps crossed her torso, one just under her bosom, one across her breasts covering her nipples and the third going just over her breasts. Another strap the same width formed a downward pointing triangle and ‘hid’ her crotch with the longer strap. This triangle shaped strap, however, was wrapped with another much thinner strap that went around her back, likely to join with the longest strap.

Before any could speak, several of the throne guards seized Nightmare Moon. One took out a syringe with a pink fluid and injected it into Nightmare’s arm. Another conjured a glass of a similarly looking liquid with what looked like a pill of the same color, while another guard kept Nightmare Moon’s mouth open, the guard placed the tablet into her mouth and poured the liquid in. Nightmare Moon didn’t seem to protest as she drank it greedily. A fifth guard took out a vial that looked to be the same color he opened it right under Nightmare Moon’s nose and her open mouth, and as if it was the sweetest of flowers, she inhaled the pink gas. Once she inhaled it all Nightmare Moon’s knees gave as she started to pant like a bitch in heat. At that all but the guards that held her arms backed away towards their stations around Daybreaker’s throne and the one that held her leash. She struggled against the guards that held her arms, but their hold was adamant. “Please…” she pleaded as her breath was hot and heavy, “Know me. Desire of my heart…” she squirmed and panted as if she was on fire.

“What have you done?” one of the warriors that followed Nightmare asked in protest as he readied to charge. Fortunately for him, everyone surrounding him grabbed him to hold him back, lest his head would soon be parted from his body.

Daybreaker smirked as she slid to have her legs dangling off the edge of the slab. “Do not misunderstand. I do want my bride,” she licked her lips before she raised her left foot up so that all could see the soul of her boot as she gave a witched grin. “But what I need is your fidelity.”

“What are you saying?” another of Nightmare’s loyalist’s asked.

Nightmare cried, “Please…” she panted, “I can’t…” she gasped. “Oh my sun!” she cried.

Daybreaker smiled as she snapped her fingers and was in the garb she wore when she visited Nightmare earlier. “Heart’s Desire is quite the plant. You can make some very powerful aphrodisiacs with it. And your princess was given the strongest of various forms.” The mass turned to look upon their leader in her state. “But the plant only breaks down inhibitions, she desires me to claim her here.” Daybreaker informed as they all turned back to her. “The question you all should ask, is your princess’ offering of herself worth your lives.” She then pointed to her boot. “You know the words, you know the action and the position to take.”

No one moved, they were horrified at what was implied. To do what was asked.

For almost five minutes Nightmare felt her insides burn, her marrow must have burnt violet. “Say the words!” she shouted, “Say the words!” she screamed in between her pants. “Say the words.” she whimpered as tears started to form in her eyes.

Daybreaker looked upon the mass, “You heard your princess, Say the words.” Again she rose her left leg and foot to show its shoal.

“SAY THE WORDS, DAMN YOU ALL!!!” Nightmare screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Fuck.” muttered the warrior that attempted to charge Daybreaker. He shoved the others off of him and walked to the slab. “Hail Queen Daybreaker. Long live the queen.” he muttered barely audible.

“Come again, I don’t think I heard you.” Daybreaker said as she held a hand to her ear.

The warrior groaned, “Hail Queen Daybreaker, Long live the queen.” he strained through his teeth.

“I’m sorry, what was that.?”

The warrior took a breath in an attempt to calm himself down, but it was futile, “HAIL QUEEN DAYBREAKER, LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!.” he shouted.

“I am sorry, but that was a little load, maybe if you were a little lower.

“I said the words, Damn you!” the warrior shouted.

“You know the rest of the deal,” she said as she pointed to her aloft boot again.

Gritting he bent onto his knees, “Hail Queen Daybreaker, Long live the queen.” he said as he kissed the shoal of the boot and then dropped to crawl away kowtowing to Daybreaker.

“Now that wasn’t so hard?” the queen asked. None dared answered as one by one they went up to Daybreaker and followed the warrior’s example with much less resistance. Once the last one had returned to the others, all kowtowing to Daybreaker. She turned to the guards holding Nightmare. The guards that held her arms released her and went back to their posts. Only the guard that held the leash remained, the same guard that greeted Daybreaker that morning. She led Nightmare to the slab as Daybreaker took her bride from there. With another snap of her fingers Daybreaker’s lower garb was replaced with a strap-on with two false phalli, one much smaller than the other and above it. The lower and larger one was a rendering of the largest phallus that a man can have. “You know what to do.” She said before she kissed Nightmare. Nightmare nodded and got onto her hands and knees and turned to face the mass as she slid the straps of her garb to allow Daybreaker to enter into her.

“Hail Queen Daybreaker, long life the queen.” Nightmare said as Daybreaker went around her. “Hail Queen Daybreaker, long live the queen,” she repeated as Daybreaker accepted a tube from the guard and applied it’s content upon the fake phalli. “Hail Queen Daybreaker, long live the queen.” Nightmare continued to repeat again and again with a slight shriek once Daybreaker into her. She stopped and panted for a second.

“Why did you stop?” Daybreaker asked as she started to slowly push the phalli in and pull them out slowly picking up speed.

“Hail Queen Daybreaker, long live the queen.” Nightmare started to chanted as she panted and blissfully groaned as Daybreaker’s rutting began to increase in speed and force a tiny bit with each rut, but like rice on a scale, it built up.

“You know the words!” the guard shouted from in front of the slab as Nightmare started the chant.

“Hail Queen Daybreaker, long live the queen. Hail Queen Daybreaker, long live the queen. Hail Queen Daybreaker, long live the queen,” this chanting continued for several minutes until finally.

“Long live the QQQUUUEEENNN!!!” Nightmare shouted as her body gave, her juices squirted out of her in a short lived geyser. Her knees could not support her, nor her hands as she fell forward and panted.

Daybreaker smirked. “Oh, Nightmare.” she said as she looked out the window to see the time. “The night is still young.” Daybreaker pushed a button on her strap-on that allowed the phalli to be turned so that the larger one was on top. She licked her lips as she once again entered her bride.

“Hail Queen Daybreaker, long live the queen.” Nightmare struggled to chant in between pants as Daybreaker continued to surmount her claim. And unprompted, the mass renewed the chant themselves as Daybreaker laid her claim.

It wasn’t until the light of dawn came in that Daybreaker finally stopped. She almost collapsed upon Nightmare in exhaustion. All the while the mass continued the chant ‘Hail Queen Daybreaker, long live the queen.”

Slowly Daybreaker rose before she took her much exhausted bride into her arms. She leapt into her air as her wings were revealed. She placed Nightmare onto the bed-seat of her throne. She then flew over to her own and stripped bare and slid into the bed-seat of her own throne. All the while, “Hail Queen Daybreaker, long live the queen.” was chanted, while clearly strained. Daybreaker looked to her the guard that would normally wake her and gestured her head to the door.

The guard nodded and was about to leave to tell the mass that they can go home and return to their normal lives. “Wait.” Daybreaker stopped her. “Get the warrior that tried to charge me, and get him to select twenty-seven more and send them to the armory to be fitted, my bride’s throne need it’s own guards." The guard nodded before she flew to carry out the order. Daybreaker laid down upon her bed and smiled to herself, ‘It’s good to be queen.’ she thought as she shut her eyes and yielded to her exhaustion.