The good daughter

I'm attempting a new series and if it's well received, I will do more. Please feel free to criticise and suggest things as well.


Everyone is above the age of 18

In the Kingdom of Elarya, situated at the middle of the continent Helohim, lies the strongest nation in the land. Elaryans were the most advance people in the continent and were either respected or feared by surrounding nations. Known for their strong military and control over various lands and even magical creatures, the Elaryans were a force to be reckoned with. Under their armies were trolls, elves, dwarves and they even had possession of a dragon, which was practically unheard of. The Elaryans themselves were of human descent but a brief encounter with extraterrestrials centuries ago, altered their genetic make up drastically.

Elaryans mated with these beings and the result were descendants blessed with higher intelligence and physical capabilities far exceeding that of a normal human. As such they naturally deemed themselves to be superior to every other being on earth, even nations in the other four continents. They had employed slaves from surrounding nations to do their hard labour and even enslaved some magical creatures as well. The most important person in the land was the King, followed by the Queen and then the rest of the royal family.

However, the King had passed on, and it was Queen Yezmin who was in charge. Tall, elegant, with bright red hair, she was a sight to behold. She was a short woman, with sharp facial features and a permanent frown etched on her face. The stress of running the most powerful kingdom taking its toll. Her daughter did not make it any easier as well. Princess Azeria was a bit of a free spirit and very laid back. A little shorter than her mother, she had the same fiery red hair but with a friendly face with a smile that could charm even the most savage beast. Her looks would deceive many people however as she was a playful, yet slightly sadistic brat as people have found out, especially men in particular.

"Ahem", the queen cleared her throught, hoping to get the attention of a certain royal guard, on the floor with his hands between his legs. She noticed a second guard in the same position not far from the first one. "Why...are my personal guards...on the floor, moaning and groaning?"

The guards where in too much pain to even register the queen's presence as they writhed on the floor in agony. The queen sighed as she had a very idea about what happened here and an even better idea about who was responsible. It was not the first time that the queen had walked around and found men incapacitated on the floor, holding their nether regions. Her daughter was a brat but she was the same when she was her age.

"U-uhm, y-your highness, they were victims of a practical joke played by the young Princess, you see", said a young servant woman, with her head bowed and arms behind her back.

The queen scoffed, clearly annoyed but mostly with her guards than her daughter. She rubbed her temples and sighed while stepping over one of the guards making sure to step on him as well. This earned a louder groan from the downed guard. The queen shook her head in disappointment, she would have to find some stronger men for sure.

"Royal guards huh?", she said sarcastically, "meanwhile my 18 year old daughter more than half their size, has the both of them on the floor practically crying".

She dismissed the servant woman and thanked her for the information. The queen turned and made way for her daughter's room. She had this conversation many times with her daughter but their relationship was not the greatest. Reaching her door, she knocked and waited for her daughter to open it. After a few minutes of silence, she decided to look elsewhere. She must be in the kitchen, she thought. As she passed, people would bow to her out of respect and she would nod her head at them. Reaching the kitchen she opened the door and the sight did not surprise her.

"So...I take it my daughter was here Gregory", stated the queen with her arms folded.

"M-my queen", groaned the Head Chef, Gregory Miles. "Y-yes the princess w-was just here". The poor overweight man was on his knees clutching his balls in excruciating pain. His face was red and he was teary-eyed as he struggled to get to his feet.

"Stay on your knees Gregory", said the queen while rolling her eyes. "I know a kick to the testicles disables even the strongest of warriors". The queen sighed as Gregory thanked her for understanding. "Any idea where that little brat went?"

"N-no, your highness", said Gregory, "she didn't s-say".

"Hmm, okay", said the queen as she turned to leave. "Whenever you are able to walk again, get some ice and ice your balls". The queen opened the door before turning to the chef again. "Oh and wash your hands, please", said the queen with a slight smirk, "although I love eating nuts, I would rather not taste yours".

The queen smirked to herself, proud of her little joke. She wasn't sure why people thought she was uptight. She had a great sense of humour, she thought. She was broken out of her reverie however by a huge male presence. Her Head Guard and trusted protector, Henry Kalanz, approached her and took a knee out of respect. Then queen motioned him to stand to his feet before eyeing him up and down. He was a mountain of a man, standing over six foot seven inches and with bodybuilder-like muscles. The giant man spent years as the queen's personal bodyguard, before being promoted to the Head Guard of the entire kingdom.

"Henry, why are you limping?", asked the queen curiously. No way her daughter could be responsible for that too.

"U-uhm, your majesty", said Henry, clearly hesitant, "It's nothing really, I was just visited by-"

"Azeria", said the queen, "right?"

"R-right", he replied.

"Hmm, she kick you in your balls Henry?", asked the queen.

"U-uhm, yes your majesty", said Henry, embarrassed.

"Henry, please tell me that my little girl who is more than half your size, didn't bring the strongest man in this kingdom to his knees", said the queen, shaking her head.

"Uhm, w-well, she's stronger than she looks", he replied.

"To your knees, Henry?", asked the queen, hands on her hips, "a little girl brought you to your knees". "Please tell me that it was more than one kick?" Yezmin sighed as she watched Henry shake his head side to side. "I need female guards, immediately, I cannot believe one girl has done this much damage". "Where is she?"

"I- I don't know, your majesty", replied Henry, "last I saw, she headed towards the gardens"

"Thank you Henry", said the queen, "you are dismissed and for gods sake, do some training". "I'm going to kick you in the balls myself Henry and if you drop to your knees, I will castrate you and make earrings out of them". "Is that clear?"

"Y-yes ma'am", said Henry, afraid.

"Good".

Queen Yezmin walked out of the palace and headed towards the gardens. Greeting people that passed by. The male gardeners were still doing their jobs, which meant that Azeria hadn't been here. She searched the entire place but could not locate the Princess. Leaving the gardens, she encountered the Princess's royal bodyguard, a huge troll named Drek. As she closed the distance, she saw that the troll had one hand clutching his sizable balls. Trolls were huge by nature but Drek was huge even for a troll. Standing at 8 feet tall, which muscles to make the biggest bodybuilders look small, the Troll was intimidating to say the least.

"Drek", greeted the queen with a head nod, "I see Azeria was recently with you".

She glanced down at his hand holding his balls, marvelling at the sheer size of the beat. His huge hand held his testicles through a thin fabric that his pants consisted of. It left nothing to the imagination as Yezmin could see both testicles barely fitting in the Troll's own hand. They had to be double the size of chicken eggs even.

"Aye", Drek said while nodding his head, "the princess was just here, your majesty".

"Well, I'm looking for her", said the queen, "I need to tell her to stop messing around with all the men". "They need to do their jobs instead of crying like babies about their sore balls". The queen was quite irritated at this point, mostly because she still hadn't managed to find her daughter.

"Princess Azeria just left to her room now, your majesty", said Drek, "we had combat training and she managed to hurt me a little even".

"Let me guess, she kicked you in the balls, Drek", said Yezmin while rolling her eyes.

"Aye, she did", said Drek, still holding his balls, "five times as well".

The queen winces at the trolls words. If one kick brought down the strongest human male in the kingdom, she could only imagine what that would do to an ordinary man. The queen approached the troll and rubbed his hand, still holding his balls, with her hand. Enjoying the slightly taboo moment, but also curious to what it would be like to kick a Troll in the balls.

"Well, thank you Drek", said the queen. "You may leave, and take care of those balls too". "I need you in good shape to take care of my daughter.

The Troll nodded his head and walked off while the queen went her seperate way. Azeria could clearly take care of herself, even the strongest men struggled to hurt a Troll. Climbing up the stairs and heading back to her daughter's room, she came across the first two guards she saw. They looked away in shame as the queen passed, looking at them condescendingly. Eventually reaching her daughter's room, she knocked again and this time the door opened to reveal the Princess.

"Oh hey mom", said Azeria, cheerfully, unaware of her mom's irritation.

"Princess Azeria, please tell me why I took a walk around my palace today and found multiple men holding their testicles in pain", asked Yezmin.

The Princess grinned instinctively before suppressing it. "Why, mother, whatever are you implying?", asked Azeria, feigning ignorance.

"You know exactly what you did Azeria", said the queen, her voice rising as she got even more frustrated. "If those guards are incapacitated, who will protect us?".

"Well, if they were incapacitated by a little girl like me", said Azeria, framing her face with her hands cutely, "then are they really strong enough to protect us?"

The queen sighed, her daughter had a point but she needed to let her know that randomly kicking men in the balls was not good. Fun, yes...but not good.

"Think about it mom", said Azeria, "I'm helping them get stronger!" "If I kick every man in his balls three times a day, after a month, they wouldn't even feel it!"

Yezmin shook her head but she thought her daughter had a point. She personally, was going to do the same thing to Henry as well. The queen deliberated on this in her head as she carefully weighed the pros and cons. The cons were that for a while, the men would be weaker. The pros were that they eventually would get stronger. Plus, their kingdom was so powerful that no one dared attack at all.

"So what exactly", asked Yezmin, "I make you the royal nut kicker?"

"Yes! That would be great!", exclaimed Azeria, "I could train the men to be stronger". "Then we will have guards that don't drop to their knees after one little kick". "Oh please please please mom!"

The queen rolled her eyes at her daughters beginning. She has a soft spot for her though and she knew that she was a good kid at heart. "You know what...fine", said the queen. "You don't do much anyways, this way, you can contribute to us having a stronger army".

Princess Azeria jumped and hugged her mother excitedly. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" The Princess was elated, now she would get to hurt men with permission from the queen.

"Stand infront of me Princess Azeria"

"I now dub thee 'Princess Azeria, The Royal Nutkicker".