Queen Yavara Ch. 02

Yavara let out a sigh. "I'm getting bored of all these claims of my royalty. I am a princess of the Highlands, but I am no queen. Now Zander-" Yavara interrupted herself with a moan as Brock began gently thrusting into her, "...if you've traveled for a hundred miles in a night to see-" Yavara gasped as Brock's strokes became longer. "If uuuh... you traveled this far-oh god don't stop Brock!- to see me, then talk, because -oooohhhh fuck-because, if it's so urgent-hhhnnnnnnggggg-that it can't wait a bit, then you might as well..."

Yavara's attention drifted from me, her eyes rolling back into her head as the orc increased his speed. She fell backwards onto Brock, who pulled her thighs up and spread them, giving me a front-row seat to her defilement. Her rim clung to the orc every time he retreated, a thin layer of flesh out-turning like an anal condom. She moaned delectably with every thrust, her mouth hanging open in bliss, a string of drool slowly descending from her lips.

From virgin to whore in a few hours; you really are the Dark Queen. I thought with a rueful smile. All of Alkandi's carnations were ultimately the same. That ancient succubus heritage unfurled itself like a debauched late-blooming flower. I placed my hands behind by back and paced the tent until I found myself next to Yavara's head. Her eyes stared upward, though I got the impression they were looking at nothing at all. I placed my index finger on her forehead and recited the verse I'd spoken many times before. It was uncouth, but I did not have the luxury of waiting for this orc chieftain to finish his deed.

Of blood and light is astral sight, to see the mind in the world behind, a shadow in the bright.

I closed my eyes and let the world around me fall away. I witnessed the tent the turn to a spot on the horizon, the Great Forest turn to a splash of green in a haze of blue. I ascended upward, the curvature of the earth growing more pronounced, the blackness of the void enveloping me. I waited in absolute darkness to hear her voice. I waited, and waited. An orange light finally illuminated the void, silhouetting a shapely female figure.

Yavara? I asked telepathically.

Yes? She answered, unafraid and curious. She was not alone. The orange glow became more pronounced, and more silhouetted figures followed behind her. There were thirty of them, all female, all walking in step with the elf as if they were a single being. They walked toward me until they were just a few yards away. I could make out some of the features of Yavara and her host, but they were still shrouded in the astral wind, their outlines wavering from the unfelt breeze. Yavara did not acknowledge her company; she did not seem to be aware they were there. She just looked at me, her head tilted in an inquisitive manner. The figures behind her did the same, synchronized with her movements.

Where am I? She inquired.

The astral plane, a place where only the mind exists.

And why am I here?

So that I can tell you why you're changing.

Yavara let out a laugh.Is it because I'm the reincarnation of the Dark Queen? Ha! I don't pay credence to myths. Any fool could tell this transformation is a curse, some attempt by a disgruntled subject to get at my father. I'm sorry that Brock sent you all this way for nothing, but he is mistaken.

No, I don't think he is. Turn around.

Yavara's astral body turned around, and with it, the thirty other figures. Yavara puzzled over the women behind her, then cautiously reached for one of them, only to have that figure reach in the exact same manner she did. She withdrew her hand in shock, and so did the others. Yavara turned back toward me, an expression of horror written across her astral face.

What are they?

They are you, Yavara. Thirty versions of you, their lifespans crossing millennia. The first version of you is over there, the succubus at the very end. When you were her, you seduced the dwarf high king, but you also fell in love with him. Knowing that his jealous wife would soon discover you, you placed your spirit in a soul gem. When the queen's guards bashed through your chamber doors and murdered you, your spirit remained intact, waiting for a vessel to fill, and live again.

The second version of you is over there, the she-orc. She wasn't always you, but a scavenger looking for pay dirt in the ruins of a fallen dwarf kingdom. She came across a brilliant orange gem that seemed to glow in the darkness. When she picked it up, it leapt from her hand and burned a hole into her heart. She died, but you rose from the ashes. When you were her, you rode a mammoth into battle against the human horde. You sacked the capital of Ardeni Dreus and raped the queen herself. Legends tell of your fearsome glowing eyes, how it seemed like the flame of hell resided behind them. You died falling off your mammoth in a drunken state.

I walked among the vestiges of Yavara's past, looking for the first Dark Queen. I found her at the very end, her pointed ears and bronze skin radiating in the orange light.

And this, Yavara, is the first Dark Queen; the first complete incarnation of you. She was born a high-elf of low standing. She toiled in the fields until her sixteenth birthday, when she was banished from her home for loving a human. Her villagers killed her lover and sent her into exile with no food, clothes or provisions, damning her to walk the earth naked and alone. Her name was Alkandi.

Alkandi was no high-elf! Yavara objected.

No? I smiled back at her,Where do the dark-elves come from then? Did they spawn from the pits of hell, or did they tear themselves from the wombs of she-orcs?

Um... yes?

History is written by the victors, and the victors are often such poor liars. I chuckled,But I remember the truth, for I was there. During her banishment, Alkandi found herself in an ogre's cave. She thought the cave abandoned, and she happened upon the skeleton of a she-orc, a gem buried in its ribs. Alkandi took the gem, and it burned its way into her chest. Unlike the she-orc, the gem did not kill Alkandi, but instead merged with her. Her hair grew black, her skin bronze, her eyes went from blue to orange.

When the ogre came back to its layer, it found Alkandi resting on the bones of his kill. The ogre tried to rape Alkandi, but Alkandi did not resist. An ogre's passion would kill most high-elves, but Alkandi was no longer a high-elf, but the first dark elf; a creature with the body of an elf, but the lust of a succubus and the strength of a she-orc. Alkandi mated with the beast, and bore the ogre's children, who were to become the second generation of dark-elves. She met with the ogre leaders and organized them, often times trading her body for favors. She did the same with the orc chieftains, and the goblins and centaurs, until she stood at the head of an army greater than any the world had ever seen.

She exacted her revenge upon the high-elves, cutting their kingdom in two, and establishing Alkandra, the realm of beasts, where she ruled for five-hundred years.

I paused to gaze upon the astral figure of Alkandi, her naked body still as beautiful as the day I met her, her face fierce and defiant, her eyes ablaze with orange fury. Yavara stared confusedly, her eyes narrowing, the hint of recognition dawning across her features.

When I was a young boy, I continued,my temple was sacked by a band of orcs. I hid behind a bookshelf as my brothers were massacred, praying that the orcs' illiteracy would keep them from searching my hiding place. While I peeked between the spines of two dusty volumes, my eyes were met with two blazing orange eyes. The orcs dragged me out and wanted to kill me, but Alkandi said she had uses for a young mage with a knack for survival. In a few years' time I became headmaster of the temple of Alkandra, and found myself in Alkandi's bed many nights. I loved her, Yavara, though she never loved me the same way. Alkandi didn't believe in monogamy, and I grew jealous.

One night I was contacted by the headmaster of the grand temple of the Highlands. He offered me amnesty for information, and in a jealous rage, I gave them what they wanted. Alkandi was assassinated in her chambers, and with her death, the kingdom of Alkandra tore itself apart. In my grief, I hung myself from the rafters of my temple. As I dangled from my noose, I looked up to find the ethereal figure of Alkandi, looking down at me from the astral plane. She told me that she would rise again, and that I needed to be there for her when she did. She gave me her gift of agelessness, so that I could remain youthful for as long as I needed until she once against sat upon the Black Throne.

Alkandi's astral face turned sharply toward me.And what a fine job you've done so far, Zander.

Yavara gasped at the breaking of uniformity, but my attention was divested elsewhere. It was so good to hear Alkandi speak to me, even if her voice was seeped in venom. I smiled at her, then turned to Yavara, her face twisted in confusion.

Do you recognize that voice, Yavara? A voice that is your own, but somehow foreign?

Yavara flinched with realization, and twenty-nine of the other astral bodies flinched with her, but not Alkandi. Alkandi stepped from the row of her incarnates, and walked to the newest one, her hands outstretched.

Hello Yavara, I'm glad we could finally meet as more than dreams and carnal thoughts.

Yavara stepped backward, her hands held up defensively.

I'm-I'm you? The Dark Queen of Alkandra? That's impossible! I would have known, I would have felt something!

But you always knew, Yavara, I was always there. I was there when you fell off your horse hunting for deer. You were so afraid that your father would never let you ride again. I was the part of you that blamed the wash boy for leaving the stairs too slick. When you were twelve and your sister tormented you with insults at your lanky figure, I was the part of you that sabotaged her wedding dress so that it would fall for the whole kingdom to see. And when your father and his banner men were attacked by a platoon of orcs, I was the part of you that took up the bow and laid waste to the raiders. But I was only ever an instinct to you, a feeling of daring, a call to the wild. It was only last night when Brock captured you, when he had his way with you, that I became a true voice in this head of ours. I turned your fear to joy, your pain to pleasure. The succubus soul that dwells with in us loved the defilement, the she-orc in us could take the punishment. And when you climaxed from your sodomy, my spiritual manifestation began to take physical form in our body. But the transformation cannot be completed until our two souls have mated as one. There is a duality to us now, a dangerous, instable being composed of two different halves of a whole. You are not a person without me, and I am not alive without you. If you reject me, Yavara, your high-elf form will return, but you will be a soulless husk, wandering the world behind empty eyes.

Alkandi's astral body stepped toward Yavara's, her slender bronze form contrasting the alabaster voluptuousness of her counterpart. She put her hands on Yavara's hips and brought her to herself, pressing her pelvis to Yavara's, their breasts squishing together. Alkandi's hands wandered down Yavara's thighs and up her supple backside. She squeezed with both hands and spread Yavara, exposing her openings to the void. Yavara let out a whimper in response, her astral body involuntarily pressing closer to Alkandi, her hands hanging uselessly at her side, unsure and terrified.

My god, Yavara, Alkandi muttered, running her eyes covetously down Yavara's body,I've lived in thirty different bodies, but I've never had an ass like this before.

Alkandi's gaze lingered on Yavara's bosom, still pressed against her own, their erect nipples toying with each other. She released her left hand from Yavara's ass, and filled it with one of Yavara's breasts, prompting another whimper from the high-elf.

And these tits, Yavara! The royal tailor must have used half the fabric in the kingdom to try and cover them.

She kept her eyes locked with Yavara as she brought the nipple into her mouth. Yavara tried to stifle a moan, but Alkandi's lips curved in acknowledgement of it. She nursed from Yavara, her cheeks stretching gaunt with suction, highlighting her angular cheekbones. Her left hand worked its way down Yavara's torso while her right slid down Yavara's crack, parting the pliant domes with elegant fingers. Yavara could do nothing but let it happen, her eyes wide, her lips trembling. Alkandi gazed upon those lips, admiring their glistening fullness, the pouting center of Yavara's innocent face.

I just realized that you've never been kissed before.

Alkandi pressed her lips to Yavara's, opened them with her own, then slid her tongue into Yavara's gaping mouth. Yavara's eyes went wide with the shock of it, her jaw unhinged to dumbly accept the kiss. Alkandi savored the taste of her younger incarnation, her gently-consuming mouth rotating hedonistically, delivering the caress of her invading tongue. Yavara's eyes began to relax, the lids growing heavy with unwanted lust, the lenses glazing in the heat of it. Her lips locked instinctively, her tongue sliding alongside her molester's, her mouth devouring in kind. She moved her arms from her sides, her hands tracing the outer portion of Alkandi's thighs before resting at the base of Alkandi's glutes. She filled her hands, squeezing tightly and spreading them apart, exposing the lewd options that hid in Alkandi's shadowed crevasse. Alkandi responded by driving her middle finger into Yavara's asshole, eliciting a muffled squeal of pure delight.

My, my, my... what a little anal slut you are, Yavara. Alkandi's amused voice echoed,One finger in the ass and I can already feel your pussy dripping down my leg.

Well if we're really just two halves of a whole, then I'm guessing the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.

Yavara reached between Alkandi's legs and greased her hand. Alkandi grinned encouragingly against Yavara's lips, pressing her body invitingly. Yavara didn't bother with the customary first finger, but elected to stick all four into Alkandi's tight sphincter instead. Alkandi violently arched her back, her legs buckling with the intensity of the feeling. Yavara gracefully supported her past self, the two elves descending to the ground with Yavara on top, their lips still locked in a passionate kiss.

You little bitch.

Guess I was right.

Alkandi kept her finger inside Yavara while her other hand stroked her platinum hair, then grasped the head that bore it to deepen the kiss. She entwined her legs with Yavara's, and slowly rotated them both until she was atop, Yavara accepting the submissive role.

Mmmmm, you taste good. Alkandi moaned, parting from the kiss. She grinned mischievously at Yavara,I wonder how your other lips taste.

She licked her way down Yavara's neck, stopping at her breasts to tease her nipples, then continuing down her torso until she reached her destination. As she sated Yavara's perverse anal lust with her rotating finger, she awakened the princess's bisexuality with a single flick of her tongue, drawing it through the leaking folds of Yavara's blushing slit. Yavara's body became languorous, the change rippling through her visibly. Without pretense, she grabbed Alkandi's head and pushed it to her, her back arching from the ground in response to Alkandi's practiced movements. Alkandi grinned around her consumption, her lips strung with her prey's wanting nectar. She changed the patterns of her tongue, and was rewarded with the sweet call of Yavara's cry. She opened Yavara's petals with her free hand, and slid her tongue inside, her lower lip sucking sensually upon the hooded clit. It was immediately obvious when Alkandi found the secret spot within Yavara, for the high-elf went rigid as a board. Alkandi lingered there for a while, drawing out the torture while Yavara squirmed delightedly beneath her. When Yavara was begging with a hoarse cry, Alkandi forced three more fingers into her anus. Yavara screamed, her back wrenching into a concave bow, her toes curling. In a motion too quick to discern, she wrapped her legs around Alkandi's head and spun her on her back. Yavara now straddled Alkandi's face, her thighs locked around her head as she grinded her pussy downward, her sapphire gaze possessed and wild. Alkandi took a moment to gasp for air, then plunged back into Yavara, her nose wetting with the moist folds that encased it. Yavara's blonde hair hung in front of her face, sweat glistened off her pale skin, her panting was heavy and uneven. I could see the muscles in her torso contracting with the pleasure Alkandi's tongue bore into her, her squeezing thighs spasming around the black mess of hair between them.

I stood a few feet back, enjoying the spectacle, my penis at full attention. I looked around at the other twenty-nine astral bodies. They were no longer mirroring Yavara's movements, but were instead staring at the two elves entangled in lust, baring witness to the debauched ceremony. Most of them had not undergone this transformation ceremony, for most had been born dark-elf. Those that had been born high-elf watched knowingly, remembering when they fell. I had known most of them personally, and had loved a few. But I had failed them all, for they were in this place of impermanence. I would not fail again. I could not.

Yavara's astral voice rang out through the void, a melody of ecstasy rising from her throat. I knew Alkandi was getting close. Yavara had held out longer than any of the other high-elf incarnations had, but Alkandi always got them in the end.

Give in, Yavara. Become one with me. Alkandi's astral voice oozed with seduction.

Yavara panted in tense ecstasy, staring at the woman between her legs.Fuck you.

Yavara suddenly released Alkandi's head from her leg lock, swiveled on her face, and draped her body across Alkandi's abdomen, her eyes locked on the leaking prize between Alkandi's legs. She experimented with Alkandi's clit, her finger curiously rubbing the organ, unsure and unpracticed. Alkandi humored her counterpart, spreading her legs wide in challenge. Yavara's coyness melted from her almost instantly, and she sunk two fingers into Alkandi and forked them, opening the enticing pink depths of the woman. Alkandi's legs tremored with excitement, her toes curling with pleasure. She resumed her meal as Yavara started hers, drawing her tongue through Alkandi's folds, then wrapping her lips about Alkandi's clit, and sucking it. Alkandi retaliated by adding three more fingers into Yavara's asshole, both of her hands burying digits into the princess's taut filth. Yavara squealed muffled delight, but she did not cease her meal. The Dark Queen pulled her hands apart, stretching Yavara's rim and exposing her ruby insides to the spectators. Though Yavara's shoulders pinched and her eyes rolled back, she did not relent, but continued her consumption with determination written across her pleasure-wrought features. She slid her arms beneath Alkandi's legs, grabbed her cheeks, and spread. She withdrew from her meal only to release a glob of drool upon Alkandi's taint, and watched it drip into her awaiting asshole. Alkandi, unknowing of the danger she was in, only planted her heels into the astral earth to present her filthy asset. Yavara drove her fist inside. Alkandi let out a shriek, her face wide with shock, her meal temporarily forgotten. Yavara smiled fondly at the sight of the dark-elf's tight sphincter gripping her knuckles, then pushed to the wrist, closed her hand, and began thrusting. She giggled in lustful megalomania as Alkandi thrashed and squirmed in ecstasy, the Dark Queen's equanimity thrown to the wind as she screamed obscenities into the void.