Queen Yavara Ch. 22

Leveria squeezed the sponge, sounding the soft dribble of water as the suds foamed from the pores. She hummed quietly to herself as she gently blotted my skin from my neck to my breasts, and down my torso. She stopped just short of my cock then looked at me, and ran her reattached tongue over her lips. I just stared back at her, wondering what new torment she was concocting. She spread my cheeks and washed my nethers, taking a moment to tease me with her fingers beneath the water. I sighed, and let my head rest on the lip of the tub. It didn't matter what Leveria was planning. I tongued the capsule in my socket, and felt a blissful smile cross my face; I was free. And if I was being honest, it did feel good to be doted upon. My eyes wandered across the room, where a very uncomfortable-looking Headmaster Glendian was standing audience.

"How do you think we should do your hair today?" Leveria asked, moving behind me.

"Just let it flow." I murmured.

Leveria undid my braided pony tail and began to wet my hair. When she was done, she poured a dollop of shampoo onto my crown, and gingerly went to work. Her fingers massaged my scalp as she lathered, the soap foaming between her knuckles. Then she gently rinsed the suds, taking care not to get soap in my eye.

"Glendian," Leveria said, "please give Mrs. Straltaira her toe back."

I glanced up at Leveria. She was biting on a smile, apparently quite pleased with herself. I kept my tongue pressed against the capsule as Glendian approached me with a velvet pouch. He upturned the pouch, and out plopped my severed toe. Carefully, he lined it up with the weeping stump it had come from, and muttered a spell. I felt a sudden release of pressure, and a flood of warmth. All the blood that had clotted in the foot drained away, the inflammation subsiding as the appendage righted itself. I submerged myself to the eyes beneath the water, bubbling the moan of pure relief, flexing my toe and marveling at how much I'd missed it.

"Well?" Leveria asked, her voice baring a forced upward inflection. I narrowed my eyes at her, wondering at her game. She shifted uneasily. "Does it feel right?" She asked.

"It feels like a toe." I replied plainly.

"That's good," Leveria said, smiling awkwardly, "that's... exactly how it should feel."

"Yeah..." I responded, letting the word die slowly.

Leveria opened her mouth, then closed it. She paced around my tub as I soaked, occasionally checking the water temperature with her fingers, sometimes stealing rapid glances at me. I tried to ignore her, but it was futile. I could practically smell her impatience.

"What?!" I growled.

"I'm just waiting for you to be done." Leveria smiled sweetly, "Don't mind me."

Well, that was going to be impossible. "I'm done." I grumbled.

"Great. Glendian, please prepare our guest."

With a wave of his hand, the wizard lifted me from the tub, dried me off, and adorned me with a plush bathrobe. I was gently placed into a chair, and cuffed to it at the wrists and ankles.

"Those can be looser." Leveria said, beckoning to the shackles around my wrists.

Glendian looked up at Leveria with a weary expression. "I feel obliged to tell you that this much slack is more than enough to strangle you with if the prisoner were so inclined."

"Looser, Glendian." Leveria said. He sighed and allowed two feet of slack on each chain, giving me an absurd amount of arm mobility.

"Thank you Glendian," Leveria said, "that will be all."

The wizard left the room, and Leveria sat in the chair across from me. She wore an ornate dress that covered her to the chin, something that seemed wholly too conservative for her. She'd been at court today, it seemed. She put some pastries on the table and beckoned me to eat. I was too famished to deny the offer, and Leveria watched me with a studious expression as I devoured the food. When I finished, I looked up at her for an indication of what was next, but she just sat and smiled.

"So..." I said, "should I pick a new body part, or..."

"Why didn't you kill yourself?" Leveria asked.

"Huh?" I asked stupidly.

"The pill April gave to you," Leveria said, "you put it in your mouth, but you didn't swallow it."

I looked at her for a moment, then came to the realization. "The mirror," I said, leaning back, "It wasn't just for my viewing pleasure."

"No," Leveria grinned, "it was for mine."

"I suppose I don't have to wonder at the fate of poor April."

"A kitsune is hardly a threat," Leveria waved irreverently, "and Adarian's escapades aren't a concern unless they interfere with his work. It's funny; he never covers his mirror after he's done using it. A simple enchantment can keep the line open on one end while the observing party appears to be gone. Just yesterday, he was getting a blowjob from April while he talked to me. The entire time it was happening, he was so worried that I'd catch on."

"You're quite a voyeuristic little queen, aren't you?"

"I like to observe people when they think they're alone. You get a true sense of who they are."

"Everyone picks their nose and farts, and you're not getting a glimpse into anyone's soul by watching them masturbate."

Leveria tittered in that disquietingly-childish way. "Perhaps not, but I believe I get quite a candid look when they're contemplating suicide. Now you still haven't told me: why are you still alive?"

I eased back in the chair. "You haven't given me a good enough reason to end it just yet. Now tell me what the fuck you're doing with all this pageantry."

Leveria cleared her throat, then pulled out a cigarette. Lighting it, she took one shallow breath, then a deep one, and let them both out in a cloud of smoke. "The Lowlands sanctioned me today."

"About time."

"Did you know they would do that?" Leveria raised her brow, "Perhaps I should've actually questioned you instead of just skipping right to torture."

"I intuited King Dreus's intentions. He could've easily placated Yavara, then sold her to you the moment he could wash his hands of the crime. If he wanted Alkandran silver that badly, he would've just contracted an orc tribe to mine it for him, but the Lowlands is rich with silver. The Highlands, however, is devoid of it, as are the Bearded Peaks. He wants unrestricted trade with the dwarves."

Leveria leaned in. "And what do you think his next move would be?"

I inclined my head thoughtfully. "Ramp up sanctions to slow your military progress and sow dissent in the Noble Court, buying Yavara time to organize a force large enough that you couldn't win the war in one decisive battle. Then once the armies become entrenched, apply more pressure until you're forced to the negotiating table."

Leveria smiled broadly. "You have a talent for this, Elena."

"It was always easy for me to see people for what they are. Using that information was my pitfall."

"Using people, you mean." Leveria said, sucking on her cigarette.

"I guess I don't see them as tools."

"That's an interesting proclamation from a slaver."

"Accidental slaver, and I couldn't get rid of them if I tried. Kind of like you, actually. You don't take a hint, do you?"

"Biting off my tongue wasn't you playing hard to get?" Leveria laughed, "I'm sorry, Elena, but I'm terrible at courtship."

"That's what happens your only practice is fucking your dad."

Leveria smiled without even flinching. "Your only practice was fucking your hand until two weeks ago."

"Two weeks is a long time in Yavara's court. I've done things you can't even imagine."

"I have a very active imagination, Elena." Leveria smiled around her cigarette. She blew out a ring of smoke, and watched me through it, "Tell me," she said softly, "how does my little sister like to get fucked?"

I leaned into the smoke ring, and let it wash over my face. "Right up her little asshole." I whispered back.

"Does she?" Leveria raised a brow, "She always was an adventurous one."

"Adventurous." I chuckled, "That's an interesting word for her. Do you know how I found her? She was in Prestira's bar disguised as a human girl. She stood up on the bar, and told everyone there they could have a turn with her. Humans, orcs, goblins, dwarves, men and women in all varieties and combinations; she fucked every patron in that bar from dawn to dusk."

Leveria put her elbows on the table. "And you just sat there and watched it happen? You called me a voyeur."

"She put on quite a show." I smiled in recollection, "I was horrified at the time. I didn't understand her." I rolled my eyes to Leveria, "Now I understand her perfectly."

Leveria leaned in. "How did she change you?"

I leaned closer. "She sucked my clit until it grew down her neck, then she raped me until I loved her."

Leveria's sapphire eyes sparkled. "That's what she really likes, isn't it? The transformation, the corruption. I understand it; it's what I like too. We just go about it... differently."

I snorted. "You can't compare yourself to her."

Leveria's lips opened to show her teeth. "I suspect we're a lot more alike than you want to admit. We are sisters, after all."

"You're not even the same species anymore."

"No," Leveria's face was so close I could feel her breath, "your kind is very special, isn't it? You don't know how far you'll go until you're already there." Then I could taste her breath when she whispered, "It's why you came so hard for me after I mutilated you. You were made for the obscene."

"I wasn't the one so cum-drunk that I stuck my tongue in the enemy's mouth."

Leveria smiled impishly at me. "You kissed me back. For those first few seconds, you didn't care who I was or what I'd done to you; you only cared about how I made you feel. Don't pretend otherwise."

My tongue was wet in my mouth, my heart was drumming in my throat, and with a tremulous breath, I whispered, "Leveria."

"What?" She whispered back, her eyes lidded expectantly.

I leaned in until our noses were nearly touching. "You should have listened to Glendian."

In one motion, my hands shot from the chair, grabbed Leveria's head, and hauled her across the table. I muted her with a pressing forearm, dragged her into my lap, and began methodically wrapping my chains around her throat. As she squealed and sputtered, I felt myself getting hard as a rock. She was right about me, of course. Now she knew for certain at the end of her life.

BROCK

I stepped through the portal and into the heart of the Maples. The jagged snow-capped peaks of the Spearhead Mountains towered over us, and the perpetual autumn colors of the maples painted a forest of deciduous flame. I took a moment to breathe the sweet air that the syrup trees yielded before the vampires came in behind me.

"What's the plan?" Jefrok asked.

"We'll position ourselves at the Broken Pass," I said, pointing to a canyon that cut through the Spearheads, "That is where the clans here meet with the centaurs to trade. There's an ancient citadel deep in the canyon that the tribes use as a meeting place in time of strife."

"Why are we going there?"

"To negotiate with the centaurs."

"We're not here for the centaurs, Brock." Jefrok said, "We're here for the tribes."

"No, that's why they're here," I said pointing to the vampires, "and when they do their deed, five-thousand orcs will descend upon the Broken Pass to find out what the fuck just happened."

"And there they'll see Brock Terdini, the man whose symbol was just carved into the chests of their dead leaders."

"Which is why we'll need back up." I mused, assessing the landscape, "Because they are going to be fucking pissed.."

"Brock," Jefrok said, clapping a hand on my shoulder, "I've followed you through some stupid missions, but this one, this one is fucking suicidal."

"It really is," I laughed, "but we have a small chance. The centaurs are Alkandra loyalists, so it will be easy to convince them to join Yavara; it will be much harder to convince them to save our asses."

"What do we have to negotiate with?"

"Ivanka, Tiffany," I prompted Titus' blood-daughters, "how much gold are you carrying?"

"Ten thousand a piece." Tiffany said.

"That might help grease negotiations." I grunted, "We'll all meet at the citadel after midnight."

"We're never making it out of that fucking canyon." Jefrok said.

"Maybe," I smiled, "but if we do, Jefrok, every inch of this land, from the Spruces to the Willows, will be mine."

LEVERIA

Elena's chains were constricting around my throat, the tendons in her arms standing taut as she pulled tighter. It aroused me like nothing else. While she jerked violently to kill me, I was rubbing my thighs together in arousal. I felt the air leave my lungs and the pressure in my eyes build. I looked into her hate-filled gaze, her teeth gnashing and her eyes bulging. I let her choke the life out of me a little longer before I played my hand, and draped her mother's necklace over my face. Elena's expression warped into one of horror.

"What did you do to her?!" She screamed.

I choked out an answer. Elena pulled the chains from my throat and brought my face right to hers

"Where is she?!" She yelled. Her breath was hot in my nostrils.

"In Bentius," I coughed, "at her estate!"

"Bullshit!" Elena drove me into the floor.

"I'll take you to see her if you like!" I squeaked, "We can go anywhere you want."

"How did you get this?"

"She gave it to me to give to you." I said, pulling myself up to rest on my elbows.

"This is a threat."

"It's a promise, Elena," I smiled weakly, "She dies if I die, and she dies if you run away."

Elena collapsed into her chair, the necklace hanging from her open palm. She looked at it, and then at me. "What the fuck do you want from me?"

"I told you the Lowlands was levelling sanctions on me." I said hoarsely, massaging my throat, "Dreus is justifying them by saying I'm waging terroristic warfare upon a sovereign state."

Elena narrowed her eyes. "Get to the point."

"You know Yavara; she's a hothead. She's going to come for you."

"I noticed there were a lot of new faces around." Elena growled, "You don't think she knows it's a trap?"

"She'll do it anyway. You know it, I know it." I eased myself upright, "And when she does, I will formally recognize Alkandra, and declare war. But a formal declaration requires a diplomat from Alkandra, one that King Dreus cannot claim is just my sycophant."

She gaped at me. "You want me to represent Alkandra in the Noble Court."

"I've already begun laying the foundation for your reputation. You're a spy, you've been one the whole time. You won't have to worry about assassins from the nobles."

"You want me to betray Yavara?!" Elena snarled.

I smiled pitiably at her. "Yavara is doomed, Elena. I've raised the largest army on Tenvalia, and it's already mobilizing to invade. Her army consists of a few hundred vampires, and two middling orc tribes. I know she failed to convince the Ten to join her. Once she is repelled from her disastrous assault of Castle Thorum, I will have carte blanche to treat the Great Forest has a hostile foreign power, and there will be nothing King Dreus can say about it. If Yavara's smart, she'll flee across the sea to Terondia before Dreus turns on her. If she's not, well..." I shrugged, "...it would be best for her sake if she wasn't captured alive."

Elena shook her head, disbelieving. "I won't do it."

"You will." I said simply, "If you care for the welfare of the beasts in the Great Forest, you will represent them when they formally surrender to me. Genocide is such a messy business; I'd prefer peaceful relocation."

Elena bit her lip, and looked out the window. "And then what?" She whispered, "Then you'll let me go?"

"No." I answered quietly.

"Why not?" There were tears in her eyes.

"Because you're too great a threat." I said, rising to my feet, "I can't let you free in the world when so many beasts would see your flesh and call you a messiah. You will take your mother's place and represent the Straltaira family when the time comes, but you will always belong to me."

"Your prisoner."

"Yes."

"Your slave."

"If you wish." I answered, then took the key from my purse, and undid the shackles on her wrists and ankles.

She tested the joints, then stood on wobbling feet, her legs remembering their strength. She was a few inches taller than me, and imposing in her dark splendor. The contrast of her flesh against her hair and eyes was striking, and the austere beauty of her freckled face was like that of a solemn goddess. She looked down at me, and I felt a compulsion to get on my knees and worship her like she deserved to be worshiped. "Ok, Leveria. I'll be your little diplomatic puppy. I'll bark and yip and heel so that all the Noble Court can see how well you've tamed me." Then she grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pressed out bodies together, "But when we're alone, Your Highness," she snarled in my face, "I'm not your prisoner. I'm not your slave. I'm your master, and you're my little whore."

"Yes!" I mewled, and she shoved me into the chair, the backs of my knees hitting the seat and folding me into it.

"Open your legs and move forward." She commanded. I obeyed, spreading my legs to her and pushing my ass of the edge of the seat. She pulled my panties off and strapped by ankles to the legs of the chair, then forced my skirt up to my belly.

"You've been such a naughty little girl, Leveria," Elena teased as her fingers traced back and forth along my taint, "you killed your mother," she pushed a finger into my ass, "you tortured me," Elena added another finger, "you murdered my friend." Elena forced her whole hand inside.

I jerked forward against my restraints, my back arching from the chair, my body teeming with shock from the invasion. "Yes!" I cried, "I tortured and killed your friend!" I panted like a bitch as Elena formed a fist inside of me, "I raped and killed my mother!" Elena rotated her fist, "I fucked my father!" Elena drove her fist deeper, "I deserve this! Make me pay!"

Elena opened her fist inside me until her fingers were flat. She looked up at me with wild eyes as she brought her other hand to my gape.

"No!" I screamed, thrashing against my binds, "I can't take another one!"

Elena sneered. "You wanted to know how Yavara fucked. Well, if you're going to be your sister's substitute for me, you better act that part!" She pushed her fingers next to her wrist, and slowly entered me. I felt my rim stretch to agonizing levels, the taut circle thinning to grip her entering hand. Oh, I thought I would tear! I thought I would die! I wanted her to make it worse! I gritted my teeth and flung my head back as the pain arced through me. So sweet was her sadism, so rich with her power over me, power I gave, power she took.

"That's it," Elena whispered, "that's a good little bitch."

I growled to the ceiling as Elena's fingers slid deeper and deeper, expanding me wider than I'd ever known. My growls turned to a scream when her palms met inside of me. Then she curled both hands into a fist, and I contorted in the chair, my scream sputtering from me to become a breathless squeak.

"This is what you get, Leveria." Elena teased, "You want to be with me so bad, well this is how it's going to be. I'm going to make you pay every time we're alone. I'm going to let you know how much I fucking hate you."

"Yes!" Was all I could scream, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Elena slowly thrusted both fists inside my ass, the knuckles kneading into my taut sheath, scoring pleasure and pain into my rectum. My head flew forward, and I gazed rapturously into her hate-filled eyes behind strands of disheveled blonde strands. My exacerbated growls turned to into lecherous moans, my muscles relaxed, and I savored the feeling of her fists methodically breaking me open. My back rested against the chair as I succumbed to the lassitude of lust, my lower lip pouting vulnerably. She gave me an evil smile, and pushed in even deeper. My moan rose in intensity until it was a scream once more, exalted to the ceiling as my back arched. She pushed until she was halfway up both forearms, my anus naught but a ruined oval clinging desperately to her, stretched to the point that I thought it would never close, useless as anything more than a hole for her to violate. I sobbed my pleasure, my body twitching in elation as I was defiled like never before.