Queen Yavara Ch. 12

You let me condemn innocent men, but this is where you draw the line?

Those men tried to kill me. This woman only wanted to see you. She came in here thinking you would keep her safe.

She came here to be eaten. She would've been sent regardless of our presence. Yavara's red eyes glinted, And frankly, Prestira, I don't have to listen to you.

What will Elena think? I asked.

Yavara gave me a look that made my blood run cold, then she relented a smile. Did you actually think I would kill her? Yavara turned back to Patricia. "You're a pretty little thing, Patricia," Yavara said, "If you're such a fan, you'll be delighted to know we have room in my kingdom for pretty little things. Would you like to join me?"

The vampires' attention quickly diverted from their prey to the queen and her prospective daughter.

"Join you?" Patricia gasped, bending into Yavara's embrace despite her fear.

"Yes Patricia. But you see, Alkandra is a realm of beasts, and you're just a human. Not that there's anything wrong with being a human, humans will certainly be welcome to visit and trade, but to be a citizen of Alkandra, you must be a beast. Now, I can think of only one way you can become a citizen of Alkandra."

"You want to make me a vampire?" Patricia asked softly. It was hard to discern if she was terrified or curious. Or hopeful.

"Do you want to be my blood-daughter, Princess Patricia?" Yavara touched her brow with the girl's.

"I don't... I'm not..."

"Shh." Yavara put a finger to Patricia's lips, "The moment you walked through that door, you were destined to become one of two things: food, or family. I'm offering you the latter."

"But..."

"Is death preferable to love?" Yavara asked gently, stroking Patricia's hair, "For I offer you a mother's love with a full heart. Do you doubt me?"

"No." Patricia gulped, "But my mother, and my father; what about my family?!"

"Look around you, Patricia," Titus said from the door, "this is your family now." He gave Yavara a look, and she returned it with an imperceptible nod. No half-measures. Patricia would not be given the same option we were. Yavara returned her gaze to Patricia, and I saw in it the same adoration Tiffany had shown to Julia, and Ivanka had shown to Angela.

"I have gone through drastic changes in my life." Yavara brushed Patricia's bangs from her face, "In the last week alone, I've become two different species, lost my virtue, my country and my family. But my losses are dwarfed by my gains, and the greatest gift has been that of myself. The hardest part of change is the fear. You don't have to be afraid with me. I understand."

Patricia stared rapturously in Yavara's blood-red gaze, lost in the depths, soothed by the words and the way they were spoken. Yavara held the woman's head in her hands. "Will you be mine, Patricia?"

"Yes." Patricia said with a gasp, "Take me... Mother."

Yavara grinned delightedly, her fangs shining red in the torchlight. With a single swipe of her fingernail, she sliced Patricia's dress down the back. The fabric billowed off the girl, exposing her slender nubile nudity. She crossed her arms over her bare breasts, and shuddered. Yavara moved like silk behind Patricia, her sensual fingers outlining the girl's body, coercing her to lower her guard, and wilt with slackened limbs into the tender shell of her mother's embrace. Her eyes were possessed of desire, rolling upward into her head. With a sigh, she tilted her neck, and licked her lips. Yavara kissed the vein, then bit. Patricia whimpered, and folded in on herself. Even from across the room, I could hear her heart slow, then stop.

Patricia's red eyes flashed open. Her teenage form transformed into a vision of statuesque beauty, her features gothic and vivid. She shot from Yavara's arms, grabbed Delicious, and buried her fangs deep. I watched solemnly as Delicious grew pale, her terrified cry sputtering into a whimper, then a groan. Her heart drummed softly, then out of rhythm, then barely at all. I looked at Yavara, but she wouldn't meet my gaze. I didn't blame her for letting it happen, but I was disappointed. Then, as Delicious's last heartbeats sounded, Yavara strode to her daughter, and pulled her off her meal. The room went silent, only the sound of Delicious's rasping breaths sounding. I could feel the stares of the vampires like a weight, their eyes speaking with more gravity than their mouths ever could. Interloper. Imposter. Liar. Yavara didn't even flinch, but held her head in defiance of their glares. One of the captured women burst into tears, and soon, all three were groveling at her feet, thanking her with every breath.

"Thank me?" Yavara asked, looking down at the prostrators, "If you think two days' grace to make peace with your god is worth my thanks, then I accept."

"W-w-w-w-what?" One of them stuttered.

"My people will be preparing for a long voyage, and they will need sustenance along the way." Yavara rolled the unconscious Delicious over with her foot, "It would be gluttonous for my daughter to take for herself what should be shared with everyone."

"B-b-b-but..."

"It's very hard to find vampire food in the ocean." Yavara grinned down, "Stupid girls don't just flop onto the deck like spawning salmon. You have to bring them with you." And if their shackles were to be improperly nailed to the boards, and they were to make a daring escape during the noon hours, well, that would just be poor luck wouldn't it?

These things happen on expeditions. One must always factor lost goods into the accounting. I smiled inwardly, Thank you, Yavara.

They're innocent.

"P-p-p-please!" The woman cried again.

"Someone gag this stuttering hog." Yavara said with a contemptuous curl of her lips, "I'm sick of hearing her squeal."

The women were grabbed and hauled away kicking and screaming, then gagged with red balls, and forced into stockades near the far wall. I guessed Yavara wasn't the only one who liked to play with her food. After the stockade arms clanged, and the shackles clicked, there was another expectant silence. Only this one wasn't the silence of judgement, but the awaiting of a proclamation, of some signal for action. If the vampires had any doubts about their queen before, they had none now.

Yavara rolled her eyes, and with the annoyed inflection only a rich teenage daughter could muster, she sighed, "Does the world need to stop every time I sneeze? Well? What are you all staring at me for? Go back to fucking each other." And with a rumble of laughter and a few shouts, they did. The room was once again filled with the moans and screams of perversion, the smells of sex and the sight of writhing flesh, and for Yavara, it seemed like her natural habitat. She took her new daughter from behind, and brought her into a sensual embrace.

"Vampirism suits you Patricia, you're quite the beauty." Yavara said as her hands wandered along Patricia's waist.

"Thank you, Mother." Patricia hissed as she leaned her head back to accept Yavara's kiss. Yavara smiled as she withdrew from the kiss.

"Are you a virgin, Patricia?" Yavara asked.

"Yes."

"This is going to be an interesting night for you." Yavara guided her new daughter over to me, "This is Prestira, your blood-grandmother."

"Prestira Rasloraca?" Patricia smiled down at me, "I hardly recognized you."

"Vampirism does interesting things to us all." I smiled up at her, taking her by the delicate points of her hips.

"No," Patricia smirked, running her fingers through my hair as she pressed her bald slit into my face, "it's just that the last time I saw you, you looked like a glazed doughnut bursting with vanilla filling."

"Well, aren't you a little tart?" I sniffed her, and my mouth watered with her virgin aroma.

"With cherry and chocolate filling." Yavara chuckled, kneeling behind Patricia and spreading her full cheeks. I could tell by the sudden widening of Patricia's eyes that Yavara had decided to taste her daughter's chocolate center, and I could tell by the flush of Patricia's cheeks that Yavara had already licked her clean. Patricia's petals opened and oozed the nectar of her pleasure, and I lowered my lips to taste it. Her hands gripped our heads, her back arched and her chest jutted forth, and she moaned the loss of her innocence to the ceiling as her mother and grandmother explored her depths with invading tongues, tenderly and wetly corrupting her with every lick. I sucked her delicate folds into my mouth, snaked my tongue along her ceiling, and found her spot. She clamped down on me when I did so, and I heard Yavara moan her muffled approval as her daughter's anus sucked her tongue deeper. Patricia could only cry out, her legs turning to jelly by the prowess of our mouths, our sucking lips turning her outward, our invading tongues pushing deeper. She balanced precariously atop her perch, rocking this way and that to the whims of sensation, almost like she was trying to escape the pleasure we bore into her. It was no use. Yavara and I pressed deeper, enveloping our face with jiggling thigh and supple glutes, smelling the tang of lust, tasting the sweet filth of her ascension. We watched her with wild merciless eyes, watched her face contort into profound awe, her brows furrowing with realization as she looked into my eyes. Her grip on our hair tightened, her insides spasmed and convulsed, and with a shudder and a whimper, she came. She flooded my mouth, and I let it drip down my chin, down my neck, roll along the slopes of my breasts, and dribble from the points my nipples. Yavara held my hand between her daughter's trembling thighs, and we shared the moment of Patricia's awakening. Then, she dismounted and disappeared into the crowd on shaking legs.

"A 'goodbye' would've been nice." I frowned at Yavara as I licked my lips.

"She was left speechless." Yavara sniggered, wiping glaze from her lips to suck from her finger, "She told me telepathically, and I quote, 'I love you mom, but you don't have a penis, so I'm leaving.'"

"A girl after your own heart." I chuckled, noticing with wandering eyes that a group had formed around us, all six of them men. By Yavara's account, I was sure it was a favorable mix of genders.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Yavara grinned back, and with a motion she beckoned our audience to participate. A second later, I was indulging in the sin of gluttony, filling every hole with man. They drove into me like they wanted to meet in the middle, and I adored them for their enthusiasm. My back was wrenched into an arch, my chest was forced forward, and my head forced back so that I could take the full brunt of a man's passion down my stretched gullet. I clamped my legs desperately around the man bucking beneath me, and reached back to spread my cheeks wide for the man excavating my anus. I heard Yavara scream unmuted from her mouth, and looked down to see she was no longer filling her throat. No, Yavara had taken a second man into her ass, as she was one to do, and she bucked and heaved against both, testing the elasticity of her vampiric rectum. By the pleasured sounds of their groans, I could tell she was a tight fit. The man beneath her set a frenetic pace, and the two men in her ass dared to match it. I tried to find a connection with her through the haze of my own violent pleasure, but in her mind, there was only one rational thought: Eat ass. She grabbed the man I was sucking, pried his glutes open, and drove her tongue all the way in. A second later, she found his prostate; I could tell by the way he tried to borrow a hole into the back of my head. I took him generously into my throat, spit leaking from slurping lips, eyes staring with a begging glint. More. Give me more. He gave me everything. When Yavara's tongue milked his organ to bursting, my lips and throat extracted the milk from its spout. Then he hobbled away on shaky legs to collapse at the perimeter, one more notch on Yavara's bedpost, one more casualty of her brand of sex.

"Feed me, Mommy." Yavara whispered, her expression possessed with ecstasy. Our fangs bit into each other's cheeks as out lips and tongues entwined in a lecherous embrace. We passed the man's cum between our mouths, mingling it with the delicious filth Yavara bore on her palate. Then we began to ascend from within, and our kiss bespoke our climax, losing all precision, becoming hedonistic, sloppy, desperate. My body was compelled upward with the feeling, pressing to Yavara's, and she rose with me until our breasts were pressed against each other, our bodies curving up to a mutual peak. Our lovers found the same rhythms, and Yavara and I lurched together on the waves of our penetration, feeling together the depths of our depravity, the limitless lows we would stoop to for each other. For with her, I had no limits, and I'd never known greater pleasures than the perversions Yavara could orchestrate. I screamed into her mouth, and she screamed into mine, our breath rich with cum, pussy, and ass; our tones that of mindless joy. The men roared with cathartic release, and filled us to capacity, their nectar burning into our ruined depths deliciously. They extracted themselves with all the care and reverence they hadn't showed during the act, and we were left to be tended by the women.

"Well, hello you." I smiled tiredly as I felt a familiar tongue circling my rim. It was the woman from earlier, and it seemed she'd developed a taste for a very specific part of me. She didn't answer my greeting, but only grinned as she tenderly cleaned my raw and abused anus. I moaned, and made a pillow of Yavara's breasts.

"I love you, you know." Yavara said.

"I love you too." I mumbled, offering an affectionate kiss to one nipple, then nuzzling tiredly into her bosom.

"Do you really?"

I looked up at her, and smiled. "Of course. I'm old enough to know the difference between infatuation and the real thing. But just because I love you, doesn't mean I'm in love with you." She looked confused, and I could only laugh. "I forget how young you are sometimes."

"Don't be a bitch." Yavara flicked my nose, "I'm having a minor crisis here."

"It's easy to tell the difference. Do you feel the same way about me, as you do Elena?" I asked.

Yavara inclined her head, then nodded. I raised my eyebrows, feeling a little color rise in my cheeks. "You do?" I said, unable to keep the surprise out of my voice.

"Just to a lesser a degree." Yavara's face fell, "And I kind of feel that way about Brock. And..." Yavara looked uneasily at me, "...and Zander." She pouted her lips. "I'm sorry."

How could I be angry at that face? I crinkled my nose against the giggle in my mouth, and touched foreheads with Yavara. "You're the Dark Queen. Your love knows no bounds," I licked her nose, "nor no depths. I will always be your lover, Yavara, as will Zander, but our hearts are made differently than yours. Only one can have mine," I smiled ruefully, "and I'm afraid it's been taken."

Yavara nodded, understanding. What she shared with Elena, she would share with many others, even if it wasn't reciprocated. I hoped for both their sakes that Elena's transformation had made her more open.

"I'm hungry, Mommy." Yavara said, licking her fangs.

"I've got what my baby needs." I moaned indulgently, opening my legs so that Yavara could join the vampire already there. God, she was good with that tongue of hers.

"I mean I'm hungry." Yavara said, and drew her eyes across the room. The four women in the stockades were the subject of much amusement. Vampires didn't have the natural aphrodisiac the other prominent man-eaters, the succubi, had, but they were a potent group of lovers. Couple that with blood-loss and the after effects of trauma, and you get four very receptive victims. It was rape, there was no doubt about it, but the horror would be delayed, saved for nights of lying awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering. For now, there was only the carnal delights of the body, and a mind surrendered to death. I shuddered to think of who I'd become in a similar situation. An animal just like them. 'Fuck me! Fuck me until I fucking die!' One of them screamed in terrible euphoria.

"Come to think of it, I'm rather famished myself." I muttered. I took Yavara by the hand and walked with her to the feeding stockades. The four unfortunate sows were bent over, their manacled hands and heads poking from the boards, their bellies distended as if pregnant. Enemas, it seemed. Four vampire women were having a contest to see who could make their human pop first. Morbidly curious (and taking notes for further self-discovery), I walked behind the sows to see that each of their pussies was occupied with a vampire's fist. The human girls mewled and moaned, their legs shaking, their clenched anuses dilating with pressure. Poor Delicious was crying out with wanton abandon, rubbing encouraging thighs about the wrist of her molester, simultaneously begging her to stop and to keep going. The vampire giggled, her forearm rolling with muscle, belying the deep massage she was giving her captive. 'Come on, Delicious. Pop like a cherry for me.' She crooned. With a scream of abject ecstasy, Delicious did. Her legs gave out, her back arched, and her anus opened to release a torrent of fluid. The crowd cheered her on as she wailed, and the vampire who'd caused the expulsion withdrew her glazed fist, and raised it in victory. Delicious's orgasm seemed to be greatly elevated by the sudden release, for she didn't relent her ecstatic sobs until her stomach was flat again. The others popped one after the other, each met with cheers and jeers alike. They were so out of their minds that they took the adulation with big stupid smiles, quite pleased with themselves. I pondered the ethics of the situation for a moment before my eyes fell upon the gaping moist insides of Delicious's rectum, and my mouth watered at the ruby color. The next thing I knew, my lips were wrapped around her rim, my tongue was fluttering in her smooth bore, and my fangs were imbedded into the soft tissue, sucking the blood from her vilest hole. Delicious was aptly named. She moaned from my anal kiss, and after I'd had enough of her, I placed an encouraging peck on her flank, and walked away without her ever knowing that Prestira Rasloraca had literally eaten her ass. Then the second round of contestants took their positions behind the four girls, and the tubes were inserted, and the bags raised high.

"Wha'cha thinking about?" Patricia asked, stepping beside me.

"Where I can buy an enema bag." I mumbled. A violent snorting sound woke me from my contemplation, and I glanced to the side to see that Patricia had just done bump off her finger.

"Drugs?!" I exclaimed in my most reprimanding voice. "You're doing drugs?!" I broke into a wide smile, "I love drugs! What is it?"

"Powdered pixy plasma." Patricia said nasally, "It's the best hit a vampire can get. A man said he'd give it to me if I let him fuck my ass."

"Let him fuck your... weren't you just a virgin? Now you're literally a whore?" Yavara's succubus D.N.A. strikes again.

"Don't judge a bitch's hustle, grandma." Patricia smirked. Then her smile suddenly fell. "Holy shit," she gasped, her pupils dilating to fill her red irises, "this shit kicks like a fucking mule."

"Gimme-gimme-gimme-gimme!" I snatched the bag from Patricia's hand, and expertly drew a line across her left breast.

"Prestira!" Yavara's appalled voice sounded. I glance up with one finger closing my right nostril to see Yavara marching toward me. She took one look at Patricia's powdered nose and dilated pupils, and groaned. "I'm not even an hour into motherhood, and I've already failed completely!"