Skye Summers, Grand Admiral of Her Majesty's Imperial Starfleet, Field Marshal of Her Majesty's Imperial Army, and High Commander of Her Majesty's X-Alted Marvelous and Exquisite Nymphs, stood on the deck of her current flagship, observing the final pacification of the newest addition to the Empire of Marvels. As was her custom, while on duty, she forswore the fabulous dress uniform bedecked with jewels and precious metals she wore at court. Instead she wore the standard X-Alt uniform, the only indicator of her unique status that her helmet's visor was made of ruby-quartz, giving her the appearance of possessing only a single, glowing red eye; the source of her common nickname: Cyclops.
Cyclops was tall, slim, and muscular, with subtle curves and well-proportioned but not particularly large breasts. Undoubtedly beautiful, but a far-cry from the busty, voluptuous ideal personified and preferred by the White Queen. And yet, somehow, of all the women in the Empire of Marvels, it was Cyclops that the White Queen lusted after most (and some said, loved), Cyclops for whom the title of War-Consort had been created, raising her to a status equal to First Consort and Vizieress Jean Grey. This despite also totally lacking in telepathy, for which reason she was the object of scorn and derision by the White Queen's lesser consorts...or would've been, if they didn't lust after her fiercely. For despite her modest figure, there was something about her well-disciplined mind that drove telepaths wild, even as the air of confident command with which she spoke and moved and acted made other women want to fall to their knees and worship her...as every spacer, soldier, and X-alt under her command secretly did, some even blasphemously wanting to service her even more than the White Queen herself.
Cyclops was, of course, aware of this, but chose not to do anything about it. Though there was not a treasonous or disloyal bone in her body, she was a realist. She could not help but notice how the White Queen's voracious appetite for pleasure, and particularly her insatiable sapphic lust, was driving the Empire down a dangerous path. Consider this newest conquest. The world upon which Cyclops' ships were raining death and destruction had, until recently, been the capital of a small interstellar kingdom on the Empire's borders. For generation they had been a peaceful trading partner of the Empire's, never so much as hinting at posing a threat. Months ago, an Imperial representative had visited the planet to participate in a trade conference. When she had reported back, the only information the White Queen had shown any interest in was the beauty of the planet's women, especially their Princess. The White Queen had resolved to posses this fair flower, and so Cyclops had been ordered to take her fleet, conquer the Empire's peaceful neighbor, and bring the Princess to the White Queen's bed in chains.
This knowledge stood in the back of Cyclops' mind as she absorbed reports from and issued orders to her subordinates, relayed to her by her adjutants; her daughters Ruby, Megan, and the inseparable Twins. They were also, of course, the White Queen's daughters, but unlike the the White Princesses, their half-sisters Sophie, Irmindee, Phoebe, Celeste, and Esme, they were not acknowledged as such, and had no royal status. However, like their acknowledged parent, Cyclops' daughters never displayed anything less than total obedience and loyalty to their Queen.
As Cyclops watched the world beneath her burn, a grin quickly crossed her lovely face for a moment, and then swiftly vanished. "It's over," she declared. Mere moments later, Ruby informed her mother and commander that indeed, the planet had surrendered. Cyclops acknowledged this. She sat down on her command chair, deliberately designed to be as un-thronelike as possible, closed her eyes, and entered a psychic trance.
Her Astral Form opened her eyes. Said Astral Form was nude. Unlike her true body, her copper-colored hair was not cut short, but flowed in lustrous waves to the small of her back, just barely not covering her pert ass. Similarly, unlike her true self, her Astral Form possessed a truly spectacular rack. Personally, Cyclops thought that they were a bit much, but she was not the one who held sway in this mindspace.
"Cyclops, my darling," purred the White Queen, beckoning to Cyclops. Instantly, Cyclops found herself within the Queen's arms. Unlike her War-Consort, the Queen's Astral Form was not completely nude; even in her mind's eye the White Queen wore her royal cape and diamond crown...which seemed a bit redundant since her Astral Form appeared to be made of diamonds. Despite this, her arms felt as soft, and supple as her true flesh, and her lips were as warm and wet, when Cyclops kissed them. The White Queen moaned into Cyclops mouth, her "body" shuddering with pleasure. Cyclops almost felt regret when Jean Grey coughed, reminding her Queen that this psychic conference had been called for business, not pleasure. Like Cyclops, her Astral Form was totally nude, but hers was made of fire, and seemed to have wings.
A pout formed upon the White Queen's face. "Oh very well," she said. "Your report?"
"Victory is ours," Cyclops declared. "The enemy's forces are completely destroyed, and their government has surrendered. We lost.."
The White Queen held up a hand. "I don't care. The girls darling, the girls! Have you secured my new toys?"
Cyclops frowned. "Girls? I thought you wanted the Princess?"
The white Queen laughed. "I do, darling, I do. But my spies have identified several equally lovely morsels on nearby planets. Collect them for me."
Cyclops would've ground her teeth if her astral from permitted it.
"My Queen, there are pressing matters. The upcoming battles with the Domain of Creation, the rebels led by Lilandra, the secessionists led by the so-called Goblyn Queen..."
Jean winced at this reference to her twin sister, the erstwhile Second Consort turned self-proclaimed ruler of several breakaway systems. Once again, the White Queen made a dismissive gesture.
"Not important. What matters is that I get to add some hot new sluts to my harem!"
Cyclops bowed in resignation. "Yes, my Queen."
The White Queen smiled. "Wonderful. That concludes the business, yes?"
"No, my Queen" Jean objected. "We need to select a governor for your new..."
"Give it to my one of my girls," the White Queen. "NOW are we done with this?"
"Yes, my Queen."
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