Queen Yavara Ch. 10

"You're too good a woman, Onyx." Brock beamed at her.

"It's nothing compared to the feast you served me last night." Onyx smiled back, patting her distended belly.

"Ruby, Sapphire and Diamond," I yelled to my sleeping slaves, "collect everything of value in this cave and pack it in a bag. Onyx, please wake Crystal and Opal, I'm sure they're starving. Oh, and get the weapons and supplies that you took from us."

Ruby, Sapphire and Diamond collected all the valuables of the cave and stuffed them into a bag. Onyx returned to us with our weapons and supplies. Crystal and Opal followed behind, rubbing the sleep from their eyes as they entered the room.

"Crystal, you can suck my cock this morning. Opal, you can have Brock."

"Thank you, Master." The two slaves said in unison, then ducked under the table. I smiled as I felt Crystal's tongue wrap thrice about me, and her lips seal me into the wet warmth of her mouth. By the blissful expression that dawned Brock's face, I could tell Opal had broken her fast.

"So, Brock," I said as I swallowed a bite of food, "I was thinking we should leave here in about an hour. I can hear water rushing from the mouth of the cave, which means we must be close to the rapids. We'll have to navigate to your camp on foot, seeing as we won't all fit in that boat at the outlet."

"We're bringing them with us?" Brock said, looking down at the horned woman pleasing him.

"Of course. They're valuable assets to Yavara's army. They'll be good for morale."

"I guess that makes sense." Brock said. His eyes drifted from his lap, across the table, and rested on my breasts.

"Brock, my chest isn't talking to you."

"No, but it's calling for me. Besides, I don't like craning my neck to see what Opal's doing, so I'm using you as a visual aid."

"I have a penis, Brock. You're getting off watching someone with a penis."

"Yeah, but the rest of you is fire-ass hot."

"Would you fuck me?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Brock leaned in. "I would wreck that pussy. I'm not going to let a little dick get in the way of that."

"It's not little!" I exclaimed, a tiny-bit insulted.

"It's proportional to your frame, I'll give you that." Brock shrugged, "And you're all of what? Five-four? Five-five?"

"Five-six." I muttered.

"And the golden rule is: your height in feet, converted to inches, plus one, so you're perfectly average for an elf." Brock said, then grinned impishly, "Of course, there's always outliers, as you saw when I came stumbling in here on three legs."

"My dick's literally magic."

"I've heard that many times, from many different women."

"Mine literally turns women into cum-hungry slaves."

"Mm-hmm." Brock swallowed a mouthful of pork, "So does mine; just ask Yavara."

I considered Brock's smug face, then pondered the knife in my hand, and how fast I could throw it across the table. "My dick saved your life, Orc." I said instead.

Brock burst into laughter. "So it did, Ranger, so it did!"

"Do I get reward from the chieftain of the mighty Terdini tribe?" I asked through a wry smile.

"Certainly, Ranger." Brock grinned a tusked grin, "Anytime you have a hankering for some dick, you come ride the one that reincarnated the Dark Queen."

"I will never have a 'hankering for some dick.'"

"Never say never, Ranger. People change all the time."

"Well Brock, anytime you feel a hankering for some dick, you just come over to me. I have six customer reviews that say it was a life-altering experience."

"Even if I was gay, I'd never bottom."

"Never say never, Brock. People change all the time." I smirked.

"That's not gonna change the fact that I'm gonna blow my load into Crystal while I watch you come."

"I'll make sure it's worth your while." I said, slowly pulling the fork from my lips. My hand drooped at the wrist, the fingers dangling before my moaning lips. I looked at Brock, my brows knitting, my face opening in astonishment. The fork fell from my hands, and clattered on the table. My breaths came quickly from me, my cheeks flushed, my bare breasts heaved. I pushed my hands against the edge of the table and braced myself as I arched my back, staring deeply into the orc's eyes, my moans turning to cries. I saw the hunger wrought in his black eyes, his savage face grimacing, focusing on me, all of me. I was lost in a torrent of pleasure, weak with feminine passions, vulnerable for him, oh god, only for him! With one last lustful scream, I raised my head upward, my back still arching, my hands filled with my breasts, the enticing flesh squishing through my gripping fingers. I came into Crystal's mouth as I stared my pleasure into Brock, exalting before him, writhing on my chair in a dance I could not control. At the heat of my climax, when I was at my most beautiful, I planted my feet onto the bottom rung of the chair, raised myself exultantly off the seat, and farted with enough ferocity to shake the table.

I laughed as Brock's pleasure-filled face fell. His face turned greener than it already was, and her covered his nose and scrambled out of his chair. His orgasm caught him mid-flight, and he stumbled to his knees, his (admittedly magnificent) cock spewing onto the floor.

"What the fuck, Ranger!" Brock roared.

"Oh, did I ruin the moment for you?" I laughed as he gagged.

"Holy shit! What do you eat?!" He wretched.

"Ranger rations are as follows: black beans, pinto beans, lentils, garbanzo beans, and kidney beans. Sometimes they give us liver."

"Oh god, I can smell the liver!" Brock covered his mouth and sprinted from the room.

"I'm sorry Brock, I couldn't hold it in! Brock, where are you going?! I changed my mind, Brock, I want you! You were right, people can change! Brock! Brock! Come back here, I was just making room for you!"

I laughed so hard my chest hurt. Opal, apparently of stronger constitution than her orc breakfast, crawled over to the puddle he'd left on the floor, and lapped it up without complaint of the miasma that infected the room. After some time, Brock came back, noticeably more clothed than he'd been before.

"Oh, has my lover come back to me?" I asked, crossing and uncrossing my legs.

"Butt plugs do wonders for those with digestion problems. If you think this is the last pass I'm making on you, Ranger, you're dead wrong." Brock said, and tossed me my robe. It was half-burnt from the mage's fire, and caked with dirt and blood. I frowned.

"Crystal?" I asked my slave, "Where do you guys keep your clothes?"

"Over here, master."

I searched through the succubus's wardrobe, disappointed that all of it was lingerie. I cut the burnt and bloody sleeves off my robe and wore that instead, much to Brock's disappointment.

"You'd look so good with these on." He frowned as she held up a pair of fishnet stockings.

"Well, the girls need to wear something." I replied, "We can't have them hiking through the Great Forest naked. Dress yourselves ladies, we're moving out."

After giving Brock and I a little fashion show, the scantily-clad succubi distributed the supplies to carry amongst themselves, and we set out. The eight of us journeyed for about five hours, the day turning to evening before we finally saw the Gorge. The aptly named landmark was an immense fjord cut into the landscape by the Knife River, the walls tunneled by time, causing the black cliffs to crest over the waters like jagged blades. Brock reached into the bag and turned to us, six ball-gags in his hand.

"Ranger, we're going to have to put these on them or my people will shoot them on sight. Also, bind their hands together and blindfold them. I'll do all the talking, don't say a word. Put your hood up so that they don't see your ears. Keep your hands at your sides and don't make any sudden movements. Stay behind me."

"I've dealt with tribespeople before, Brock." I said annoyedly.

"Maybe in the Maples, Ranger. You're in the Pines now."

We bound the succubi's hands behind their backs and tied them to the tails of the succubus in front them, all of them in single file with Crystal at the head of the line. After gagging and blindfolding them, I guided the line behind Brock by a rope tied around Crystal's neck. We approached two large boulders before a booming voice cut through the forest.

"Stop!" Ten orcs revealed themselves from atop the boulders, crossbows aimed down at us.

"Trenok, is that you?" Brock yelled.

An orc nearly as large as Brock jumped from the boulder, the forest floor shaking as he landed. He wore his dreads in a braid, revealing a handsome, but fearsome face. His body wasn't as muscled as his father's, but it still bulged with cords and veins. The two orcs eyed each other, their feet planting subtly, their shoulders squaring. I held my breath, standing still as a statue. Trenok cocked his head, then his face broke into a wide grin.

"What the fuck took you so long, old man?" He laughed, and embraced his father.

"Boy, I've got some stories for you." Brock laughed as he patted his son on the back.

"I know, Dad. The wizard came here a few hours ago. He told us everything."

"Zander is here?" I asked. Trenok looked at me, his eyes exploring my own.

"You must be Ranger Elena Straltaira." He said, "Zander told me quite a few things about you." His eyes drifted south, "Some of them, I'm not sure I believe."

I rolled my eyes, and opened my robe. Four of the orcs gasped, three of them swore, one of them whistled, and one even blushed. Trenok just nodded. "Yeah, I still totally would." He assessed.

"That's what I said!" Brock laughed, "Unfortunately she doesn't feel the same way about us. Fortunately, she's more than willing to share." Brock gestured to the line behind me, "Look what she has brought us."

"We should kill them." Trenok frowned at my slaves, "They could jeopardize the whole tribe."

"Oh?" said Brock as he filled his hand with Crystal's ass, prompting a muffled moan to escape from her gagged mouth, "Does it look like I'm under their control? Ranger, can you demonstrate your powers to my son?"

I walked over to Diamond and cut her binds before removing her gag and blindfold. "Dinner time." I smiled, gesturing toward Trenok.

"Oh, thank you, Master!" She beamed liked I'd given her a surprise birthday present. Trenok kept his crossbow trained on the woman's head as she approached him on hands and knees, then ducked under his loin cloth. I saw his finger tense on the trigger, then relax. He lowered his crossbow and looked at me in wonder.

"How did you..." Trenok trailed off as Diamond sounded a muffled gag. I guessed muscle and height weren't all Trenok had inherited from Daddy.

"I've got magic spunk." I shrugged.

"I will sacrifice a goat for your magic spunk!" Trenok laughed as pulled the beast against his crotch. "These six have taken many men from our tribe. We shall see that they are rewarded justly."

"Don't damage the goods, Trenok; they belong to me." I replied as I went to work cutting the rest of my slaves' binds.

"Of course." Trenok said, and yanked Diamond's tail up, prompting a muffled scream from her lips as her body lurched forward.

"Slaves, you are to do whatever the orcs demand of you." I commanded to my squad of sluts.

"Yes, Master." They replied in unison.

"Not you, Opal." I caught my favorite by the tail, and brought her twirling and giggling against me. "I'm keeping you for myself." My fingers found her anus, and pushed in the plug I'd produced from my pocket. She molded to me like clay, "I want this ready for me at all times."

"Yes, Master." She shuddered against me, and I swore I heard tears of joy in her voice.

I followed Brock into the village. The proud orc chieftain embraced his people one by one as we walked through the huts, sharing smiles and laughs with everyone. I was greeted warmly by everyone, and marveled at how something as innocuous as skin color could change people's perspective. If I'd walked into this village in my former flesh, the best I could've hoped for would be a swift death, but since my skin was that of a dark-elf, I was treated with a respect that bordered on reverence. It was beyond surreal. Two days ago, this very scenario would've been my worst nightmare, but today, it was a welcome sight. I felt like an imposter when I first entered the hamlet, but that trepidation fell from me with each congenial smile and warm embrace. The men grasped my forearm in greeting, and I reciprocated in kind, though my splayed fingers barely spanned the width of their massive arms, while their grip looked like it could have wrapped twice around mine. The women kissed my cheeks, and a few of the she-orcs pressed themselves a little too close to me, their thighs searching my crotch curiously. I didn't mind.

The five slaves that I had left under the care of Trenok were paraded behind us, then unceremoniously thrown into the rape pit. Yes, the rape pit was a staple of every orc village, used as punishment for she-orc transgressors and elven captives alike. Succubi could not be raped, but I was sure the orcs would test that evolutionary trait. The moans and cries of my slaves soon rang out through the camp, and I looked back and smiled at the sight of my little sluts being filled in every hole, their pleasure-stricken faces twisting to accommodate what was being shoved into their mouths. Opal looked back at her mother and sisters with eyes full of jealousy, and I gave her a reassuring slap on the ass as we made our way to the largest hut in the village.

"Brock!" A she-orc yelled from across the hut.

"Sherok!" Brock yelled.

Brock embraced his wife, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Sherok pulled from the kiss and slapped her husband hard across the face. Brock just grinned and forced his mouth down on her, Sherok protesting for a moment before surrendering.

"I missed you, Sherok." Brock said when he withdrew from his wife.

"Are you sure? Because Zander's told me you've been sticking it in every piece of strange you could find."

"It was all for a good cause, my love." Brock grinned.

"Just to let you know, I fucked half the village while you were gone." Sherok sneered.

"I thought you might. But none of them were as good as me, were they?"

"Well..."

"Don't play with me, woman. I know you can't live without this." Brock growled as he pushed his wife's pelvis to him. Sherok giggled and ran her hands through his dread, fondness shining from her black eyes. She turned those eyes on me, and they glinted with curiosity. She withdrew from her husband's embrace and walked over to me, circled me, studied me. Sherok Terdini stood a little over six feet tall, her muscular build canvased with light-green flesh that was darkened with tribal tattoos everywhere save for her face. Her cheekbones were high, her black eyes were slanted almonds, and her full lips were adorned with protruding tusks. Yes, she was a powerful beast, but strikingly feminine. Her breast strap seemed ready to burst, and her loin strap was consumed in the rear.

"So, you're the elf with the magical cock everyone's been talking about." Sherok said with a thick accent, "Elena of the Straltaira clan."

"That's me." I replied.

"You're a ranger. Have you ever killed an orc before?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"More than one." I nodded.

"Did they fight well?" Sherok approached me, "Did they die with honor?"

"They never saw me." I said, gaging her power by the way her muscles moved beneath the flesh.

"You hunted them like animals?" She asked with a hiss.

"And they died like them." I positioned my feet.

Sherok stopped right in front of me, towering in her stature, staring coldly from her beautiful black eyes. "And if you found me alone in woods, little huntress, would you put your arrow in my back?"

"If I found you alone in the woods, Sherok of the Terdini, I'd put my arrow where ever you wanted it."

A wide smirk formed across Sherok's lush green lips. "I head your preferred women, Elena of the Straltaira. Am I to your liking?"

"Yes." I said, making no effort to conceal my erection.

"I see that." She sneered, and engulfed my face with her breasts. "Elves are such prudes about their bodies. Everything has to be done behind closed doors with the candles out. But beasts are free, and we love in the open without shame. They say you're half a beast yourself, but I'm eternally suspicious of imperial tricks. If I said I wanted to have you, little huntress, would you take me right here like one of those animals you put down in the mud?"

"I would." I said as my teeth removed her strap, exposing her dark green nipples, "Do you want to find out for yourself?"

"I might." Sherok exposed her teeth in a predatory grin.

"Elena, Brock; good to see you!" Zander roared as he entered the hut.

"He really does have terrible timing." Sherok growled as Brock laughed.

Zander grabbed Brock's forearm and shook it. He came up to me and gave me a surprisingly strong hug. Something had made Zander very happy, and I doubted it was the sight of Brock and me.

"I feared the worst once I saw my portal had been destroyed." He said, "It's good to you alive. Elena why is there a succubus standing behind you?"

Brock and I recounted our tale, then Zander recounted his. I held my breath when he told me of their capture, I exclaimed in disbelief when he told me of Yavara's lie, and I breathed a measure of relief when he told me Adarian had been let go earlier today. I stared wide-eyed when he described the magnificence of Yavara's procession, and got a little choked-up when he told me of her rousing speech. Then I felt terror grip me when he told me of Yavara's plan to gain an alliance with vampires. I was so dumbfounded by the end of his tale, that I had nothing to say. I knew Yavara could be merciless at times, but I never knew her to be so cutthroat as to condemn innocent men for her own gain. Running off to make friends with vampires? Yeah, that sounded like some foolhardy shit she'd do, but such ruthless deception was more the forte of her hated sister. It worried me, but apparently it didn't worry anyone else. Brock hailed it as genius, and Sherok took a measure of delight in imagining the shocked faces of the condemned. I kept my silence, but I could tell Zander knew. What he thought, I could not discern. I suspected he was a man of ethics, but I also detected an undertone of horrible desperation. Come hell or high water, Zander would make sure Yavara was crowned the Dark Queen, and no sacrifice was too great.

"Yavara is going to secure payment from King Dreus." Zander said, "We need to begin uniting the tribes here in the forest. Now that the elves know what Yavara has become, they will send rangers deep into the Great Forest to keep us off balance. Brock, you have six-hundred warriors at your disposal, but we need more before we can reliably protect ourselves. We need to go to the Bend and make a deal with Cermonok."

"Fuck no!" Brock roared.

"Brock, he's in command of three-thousand orcs. We need him." Zander insisted.

"Quality versus quantity, Zander." Brock growled, "My warriors are baptized in battle; they don't receive their first ink until they have killed. Cermonok tattoos any fool who can carry a spear. We don't need him."

"Think of his soldiers as arrow fodder."

"They will run at the sight of an elven division, just like when Cermonok's tribe fled after the last raid. They are cowards and liars, and will sell us out cheaply."

"Couldn't you challenge him in single combat?" I interjected, "Didn't you say earlier that orcs decide their leaders based on strength?"

"Cermonok would never fight me man to man." Brock scoffed, "He would accept my challenge, then slip a dagger into my throat the night before."