Queen Yavara Ch. 07

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" Prestira sobbed. I looked over Yavara's shoulder to see the witch kneeling on the bed, shoulder's slouched, her eyes glimmering.

"I don't remember you being the sentimental type." Zander chuckled.

"That's because you have the emotional capacity of a brick." Prestira sniffled.

Zander framed his body around the witch, nestling his muzzle into her neck. "You know, you look so fucking sexy when you're crying."

"I hate you." Prestira mumbled, melting into his embrace.

"Did I ruin the moment?"

"Yes Zander, yes you fucking did."

"Sorry Honey, emotional intimacy makes me uncomfortable. I'll make it up to you." Zander said, then unceremoniously picked the woman up like a bowling ball, and carried her squealing out of the room.

Yavara returned her attention to me, mouth gaping in a smile, her face flushed. "They're good people when you get to know them."

I slipped another finger into her ass, causing another delighted moan to escape from her mouth. "Prestira certainly made an interesting first impression."

"She's a wild one." Yavara giggled through her gasps, "She taught me indoctrination by letting me eat her pussy."

"Indoctrination?" I asked, my voice full of breath.

Yavara leaned forward, her black hair curtaining our faces. Let me show you. Her voice whispered in my mind, full, and rich, and impossibly seductive. I was suddenly not of one mind, but of two. One, I controlled, but the other, I observed from. Her mind. Oh, what perversions lay in Yavara's thoughts, what limitless depravities she bore. How I loved them. What disgusted before me now aroused me beyond description. I was like her now, and the succubus blood that surged in our veins knew no bottom. But it was not her thoughts that enraptured me, but the sensations of her body. For I felt what she felt, and she felt what I did, and the comingling of our minds reflected perfectly the entanglement of our bodies.

So, Yavara gasped mentally, this is what it feels like on the other end. God, I'm good.

You always were so full of yourself. I sniggered, bringing our mouths together.

Now I'm full of you. Yavara's smile curved about our soft exchange of tongues, Can you feel how much pleasure you give me?

I guess I'm not so bad myself. And I wasn't. I felt the way my cock pierced Yavara, parting her depths and rubbing against every nerve-swathed surface of her. I felt the heat of me inside of her, felt the relentless piston of my hips push her into violent delights, coercing aching pleasures from deep within her desecrated sanctity.

You always were too modest. Yavara's tones were becoming urgent, rising in pitch with every thrust, You're fucking ruining me, Elena.

You were already damaged goods. I tried to smile against her mouth, but my expression was slackening to yield my possessed moans.

And now so are you. A whore like me, a filthy little dyke who knows no depths. Yavara's mind was melting with ecstasy, A beautiful angel of my own making, a scion of my flesh, the love of my life. My dark jewel. Such a transformation. Such a stunning butterfly to emerge from your cocoon of fear and pride.

Oh Yavara, take me! Make your angel come! Our bodies were slick and writhing, our hair was plastered in strings against our faces, our nethers quaked in unison, the sensations surging dually in our minds. Yavara wrapped her legs around me, locking our movements, pulling me deep into her starving depths. Our breasts squished together, bronze globes deforming in the wetness of our flesh, our hearts thundering together. I added another finger to her anus, then another, then another; each one a delight of pain and pleasure for us both to enjoy, each one only begetting the need for another. She wasn't satisfied until I'd buried four from each hand, and even then, she needed me to pry my hands apart for her to reach her destination. Oh, such an exquisite violation it was, for I felt it in my own mind, burning through my synapses, making me weak in the knees.

Her pussy gripped me in gratitude, the lewd muscles within rolling up my length, her womb ravenous for me. It was too much, far too much. Our mouths parted to yield breathless gasps, our eyes stared rapturously into each other, our bodies heaved in long, deep motions, each one bringing us higher! Oh god, oh god, OH FUCK! Yavara's voice accompanied my own in a soprano duet, and with one last powerful push, I emptied myself into her. Our bodies stayed locked in a tense struggle, our mouths sucking for breaths that would not come, our eyes seeing naught but the faces before us, opened wide with mindless ecstasy. We stayed there for a perfect eternity, then the tension snapped. Yavara collapsed atop me, her juices flooding my pelvis and running down my crack, my cum oozing from her pummeled petals. I splayed on the bed in a strengthless sprawl, my mind still reeling from the intensity of it.

We laid there for minutes, our slick forms radiating satisfaction into each other, our consciousnesses separating as the connection faded. I enjoyed the weight of her atop me, the delicate frame of her body, the suppleness of her curves. She nestled herself into the crook of me, parting pelvises to let the fluids pool between us. I didn't care; I liked how it felt. Our eyes met in mutual love as we gazed into each other. Yavara pushed a strand of white-blonde hair past my face, and smiled.

"I bet you have so many questions right now." She whispered.

"They can wait until the morning." I smiled back.

We lay there until I drifted off, my eyes closing to the perfect image of Yavara laying blissfully by my side.

I woke up to a familiar craving in my lungs. I gently slipped from Yavara's arms and walked over to my clothes. I searched my pockets until I found my pipe. I searched for the tobacco only to find the bag had been crushed and the contents scattered all over my clothes. I sighed as I walked over to Prestira's table. She wouldn't mind me stealing a pinch. I stopped searching through her drawers when the familiar burning smell met my nose. I walked over to the balcony to find Zander contemplatively puffing on his own pipe.

"Need some?" He asked, holding out his pipe. I gratefully accepted it, the sweet burning sensation satisfying my hungry lungs. Below me, the bustling nightlife of Ardeni Dreus continued without interruption. The brisk air alerted me to my nudity, and though the nearby street lamp illuminated me, I felt strangely at ease. Maybe even a little excited. I leaned on the railing, letting my bare breasts show to the intoxicated pedestrians below. I was greeted with jeers and whistles, and I waved back in kind, basking in the attention. God, I really did change. I handed Zander back his pipe, and withered a little at his glare.

"Sorry." I said bashfully, covering my pointed ears with my hair. That had been uncharacteristically careless of me.

Zander retrieved his pipe from his hand, and regarded me studiously. "What are you going to do now?" He asked as he puffed.

"I guess I'm joining up with you guys." I responded, turning my naked body toward him.

"Do you know what that means?"

"To be honest, I have no idea," I laughed as I reached for his pipe, "but I don't have much of a choice."

Zander handed me his pipe, "You always have a choice, Elena." He looked at me gravely, "Yavara does not plan to sit idly. She has ambition, and that ambition will make her an enemy of your people."

"They're her people too. Yavara would never harm her own."

"No?" Zander inquired as he leaned back, "Yavara plans to resurrect the kingdom of Alkandra, and reclaim the Great Forest in the process. Do you believe that she can do it bloodlessly?"

"She doesn't have to do it."

"But she will, Elena. You know she will." Zander inclined his head, "Will you try to stop her?"

I stared implacably back, wondering if Zander could touch my mind as readily as Yavara could. For I wasn't sure if I could wage war on my own people, even in Yavara's name. The Highlands claim on the Great Forest was tenuous at best, and were it not for the ranger corps that patrolled it, the Highlands couldn't even claim vassalage of its wild territory. Would it make any difference to my homeland if we finally cut the fraying cord between us and the Great Forest? No. Not immediately, anyway. Whether I liked it or not, the real reason for the ranger corps wasn't governance, but suppression. We kept the orc clans divided so that they couldn't coalesce into a force strong enough to oppose us. Maybe Yavara could create an Alkandra that was peaceful with her western neighbor, but could she keep it that way? For the hatred between beasts and elves was a thousand years old, and it had only deepened with time.

Faith, Elena. I thought to myself, You have to have faith in her. You know firsthand her ability to change someone's nature, and you know firsthand her indominable spirit. If anyone can finally create peace between the beasts and the elves, it is her. A royal daughter of the Highlands turned matriarch of the beasts. It's a political marriage of one soul.

"No." I responded, "For as long as no foreign boot steps on Highland soil, I will not stand in her way."

"But there are foreign boots in Alkandran soil even as we speak." Zander's eyes shown red in the embers of his pipe, "And your expertise may be called upon to rid those lands of those you once called 'comrade.' Will you kill your fellow rangers for her?"

"She would never ask me to do that!" I hissed.

Zander smiled grimly. "Maybe, Ranger Straltaira."

I thought of Head-ranger Adarian, the patriarch of all the bastardized children of the ranger corp. Imagining the look of betrayal in his eyes was nearly unbearable. "Head-ranger Adarian holds you in high regard, Zander Fredeon. He says you are the greatest ally the Highlands has known."

"No," Zander said, shaking his head, "No, I was never your ally." Zander looked intensely at me, "I am a traitor, Elena Straltaira, but not of your nation. I loved Alkandi more than anything, but I was just one of many to her. Jealousy begets hatred, and hatred begets death, and now here we are."

"And you think I will be just like you; a jealous lover who can't stand the idea of Yavara fucking someone else?" I growled.

"I don't know you, Elena. That means I don't trust you."

"And how can I earn the trust of the great Zander Fredeon?" I hissed.

"With time, mostly, but you can earn a little bit of it right now." Zander leaned forward, "How long until your disappearance goes noticed?"

"I sent two eagles once I got on your trail; one to the consulate at Ardeni, and one to Bentius. I mentioned both you and Brock in my messages. The eagle will have arrived at Bentius already. I suspect you have until tomorrow evening at the latest before Adarian comes knocking at your door. He'll make me swallow powder to ensure you haven't put me under a spell. He will have other rangers with him."

"I suppose your last known whereabouts are right here, aren't they? We can't pretend we didn't see you, and half of Ardeni just saw 'Trisha' get fucked, so they'll question Yavara too, make her swallow powder." Zander hunched, the posture betraying the age he hid beneath his eternal youth. "We need to raise coin before we can raise an army. Not all the tribes of the Great Forest are as keen to serve the Dark Queen as the Terdini; loyalty alone will not secure a force. It's why we came here. Ardeni is the only place where large sums of money can be gained without a single traceable note. Discretion is paramount now, for we are still so weak. We cannot afford a confrontation with your head-ranger, and if we flee with you missing, it will alert Bentius of our guilt. Shit!"

"Well, what's the plan then?"

"We need to buy time." Zander said, tapping his chin, "We can't stop Adarian from coming here, but we can throw him off the trail. Pen a note to the consulate for Head-ranger Adarian; tell him your venture here was fruitless, and that you are returning to Castle Thorum. We can't stay in Ardeni. We will pack to leave for the Great Forest in the morning. Goddamn it, Brock might just die of smugness." Zander dropped his head, rubbing his temples, "Go back to bed, Elena. We wake early tomorrow."

I turned away from the wizard to make my way back in the room, when his voice caught me. "Elena, you may be the best thing that happened to Yavara, or you may be the worst thing. Her success or failure rides on your shoulders now. You must be her rock, and you must not crack under the weight of things to come."

I walked back to the bed. Yavara snuggled drowsily against me as I shifted beneath the sheets. Though she snored with contentment, I stared wide-eyed into the dark room, Zander's words ringing in my ear.