"Why now of all times? Haven't we obeyed the voice of the Queen, and not become corrupt like our ancestors?" The governor rushed out of the old keep, flustered, and filled with fear.

The report mentioned seeing patrols of the Dead Soldiers of the Queen of Death, and there were a lot of them. He had maintained the uneasy truce between their city and the Queen, and didn't believe they had a chance to overpower the Queen like his predecessors did.

She didn't ask for tribute, or sacrifices to feed herself, or her children. Any time that a foolish squad tried to invade her city in order to plunder the old secrets left behind by their ancestors, none returned to tell the tale.

He knew better than to try and get her riled up. So why was she on the move now? What set her off?

The governor of the old city of Damlare, once known as the most corrupt city in the Narfeal Kingdom, rushed to the top of the walls in a panic.

"Report!" He bellowed. The rest of the guards were pale, and frightened, but not of the governor. The guard pointed out over the wall.

"The Queen of Death approaches." He said in a small voice. The governor frowned.

"How many soldiers did she send?" The governor asked, as he knew he could not fight her soldiers, no matter how many she sent. The answer sent waves of fear into the governor's soul.

"There is an entire platoon, sir." The guard said, and shivered. "And two of her daughters." The governor frowned.

"Her daughters have come? They only send soldiers to examine the old death pits, and look for new ones. Why would the daughters of the Queen come?" He thought for a moment. "I need to go down. Something isn't right." He said softly, and descended the stairs. The guards looked at each other.

"He's braver than he appears. It wouldn't be me going down to see those monsters."

* * *

Nara and Mirri waited patiently in the middle of several rows of Dead Soldiers. Their mother had sent them to this old city, and there was only one reason to do so.

The gate creaked open, and a panic stricken man went out between the two doors. He bowed carefully, and fully.

"Daughters of the Queen of Death. What brings you to this old city?" He asked carefully. Mirri nodded, while Nara smirked.

"Mother sent us." She said. "This is not the only platoon out here, watching to make sure we return home safely." He swallowed a lump in his throat that suddenly formed.

"Only a fool would attack the daughters of the Queen." He said firmly, although he felt his knees go weak. "Even when Damlare was at its peak, the old kingdom did not have the strength to resist her." He said. Mirri grinned.

"So, you do understand." She said, her smile widened, and revealed long fangs. "However, some of your people do not understand." The governor frowned slightly.

"I do not understand." He said, but cautiously. Mirri nodded, and after she heard her mother's voice, she knew how to approach this properly.  In their mother's eyes, they were still children that needed guidance.

"Mother had assumed that you did not know." She gestured, and a scantily clad woman stepped forward. She walked through the platoon of soldiers.

"Master, when are you going to do it to me again?" She whined. Mirri grinned.

"Later. Tell the governor where you've come from, and why." Mirri said with a wicked smile. The woman sighed and pouted.

"I am from Damlare City." The man's eyes bulged. "To be more precise, the Mercenary Union." The governor started to growl.

"They sent just you?" He asked angrily. She shook her head and inhaled Mirri's intoxicating scent. She was completely beguiled, and enthralled with the undead woman.  It took only a few bites from Mirri to put this woman under her control.

"The Queen has returned the others with us, while she kept four for...um, master, should I say it?" She stopped herself, and asked Mirri. Mirri grinned.

"Tell them. It matters not if they know." Nara said beside her. She moved the fabric away from the woman's chest and slowly sank her fangs into her large breast. She groaned softly.

"The Queen kept four for her other daughters to eat. The rest are half dead, and behind us." She whimpered as Mirri grinned.

"Nara, I said we would share her on the way home." Nara nodded.

"I know, but I just needed to feel her groan from within. I can't wait to take her to the edge." She licked her lips and lightly sucked on the small wound. She waved her hand, much like Mirri earlier. The soldiers pushed nearly a dozen men in armor forward.

"As you can see, their wounds are fatal, but their bodies and intelligence are held together until they fulfill their duty to Mother." Nara said, and glared at the governor. "Speak. What were your orders, or what was your purpose?" The closest man stumbled forward with a grimace.

"We were sent to scout the Great Queen's city, and determine if she was still around. We were also to try and recover any old books that might have our people's old knowledge." He said. He shook, and grunted like his mind was barely intact.

"What piece of beast shite employed the Mercenary Union for that?" He asked incredulously. The man twitched.

"The Mercenary Union's Hall Master." The man said. He looked upward. "Now, my Queen?" He asked. Mirri shook her head.

"Only when the Hall Master answers for the crime." Mirri said. The man grunted, while the governor looked over his shoulder.

"Send a squad! Grab that motherless bastard, and bring him to the gate!"

* * *

"Now your group may pass on. All except for her. She is ours." Mirri waved her hand and the mercenaries that were held together by death elements fell to the ground, and sighed as they were allowed to die. Nara glared at the governor.

"I suggest that you instruct your people properly. Even if we were to leave, and chase after the Master, Mother will still protect our home. Your entire city could invade, and not one of you would leave our temple alive." Nara took the woman by the arm and guided her back to the carriage. Mirri smirked.

"My sister is correct. This is the final warning for Damlare City. If it has to be repeated, your people will not deserve another." She disappeared into the spaces between the soldiers, and the carriage pulled away.

The soldiers moved into formation and guided the carriage out of the area, and back to the city of the Queen of Death. The governor shivered, and went back inside the gates.

All he could hear were the cries and moans of the female mercenary as two seemingly young women treated her to an apparently pleasurable death.

All the way back to the city, they bit her all over, inciting her to a heavy lust, and high level of arousal that culminated into multiple climaxes.

After she climaxed for the last time, and lay weakly on the seat, both girls kissed her ears, and slid their tongues deep. They connected themselves to her consciousness, and penetrated deep within it.

Three of their sisters had their own thralls, and now these twins would share one of their own. They shared everything, and eagerly shared this woman between them. She would be their bride, and they would slowly change her body to suit their needs.

In the future, she may even carry their eggs when it was time. Their Mother didn't say how it would become possible in the future, but she did say that they should choose their thrall wisely.

Over the last thousand years of their lives, this woman was the most appropriate, as she greatly enjoyed the attention given to her by each twin. She also did not try to make the other jealous. She was happy to be mauled, or bitten by each one, and only upset when one backed away. She seemed to be made for them.

Now, they just had to make sure their Mother agreed with their choice.