Queen Yavara Ch. 22

"Are you ready, Leveria?" She whispered.

"For what?!" I gasped.

Elena grinned, and slowly pulled out of me. I groaned in relief as I felt the pressure subsiding, her pressing knuckles stimulating my ruined shithole all the way to the exit. She eased her left hand out with pinched fingers, and my exhausted rim cuffed her right wrist like a fleshly bracelet. The she tore her right hand out of me, and my whole body wrenched violently, a scream erupting from my lips.

"Oh," Elena laughed, "did I hurt you?"

My lips twitched and my eyes quivered, my vision blurring back to focus.

"Look, Leveria," Elena said sweetly, beckoning my eyes down, "you're so pretty down here."

I gawked at the fleshy bulge that had been birthed from my anus, it moist red texture and grotesque petals a contrast to the silky alabaster flesh surrounding it.

"Do you want me to play with it?" Elena asked, her breath blowing against it.

"Please!" I moaned, "Please play with my out-turned asshole!"

"I can't hear you..."

"Please, Elena!" I begged, "Please defile me more! I'm just your little anal whore!"

"That's right," Elena laughed, "You're my little whore-queen."

I nodded submissively, my lip quivering. Elena gently placed my prolapsed rectum between her fingers, and lowered her lips to it. Her warm mouth sucked on my sensitive innards, drawing me outward with sensual pressure, her tongue creasing the vile folds and electrifying the bunched nerves. I moaned and slowly gyrated my hips, my body expressing my need without my permission, my legs strained against their binds as I felt the familiar pressure begin to build. Such brutality followed by such gentleness; what was a girl to do against that onslaught of the senses?!

"You're not allowed to come yet." Elena growled.

I clenched my body and tried to hold back, sucking my bud back into my ass.

"No..." I sighed defeatedly.

"It's OK," Elena grinned, her eyes sparkling, "you can push it out all by yourself." She undid the shackles on my ankles and guided my legs to separate. I pulled my legs up by the backs of my knees, presenting everything between my spread cheeks. "We just need to encourage it a little to come out and play." She said softly. She gently pressed against the sides of my rim, and began massaging the tension away as I pushed with my anal muscles. I felt my insides ball up and move down my rectum. She saw the movement inside me, and curled her fingers into my rim, spreading me open. I moaned as I pushed, straining with my fists clenched until I finally felt the bulge birth from my gaping anus with an exquisite release, and the caress of air upon my outturned insides.

"See Leveria," she smiled, "you can do it all by yourself. What a big girl you are."

I smiled lustfully down at the hybrid as her tongue descended, invading the ovule of my flower, her lips sucking the petals into her mouth. I bit my lip and laid my head back against the chair. Her tongue bored into me, wet slurping noises leaking from her mouth. Pleasant moans flowed from my content lip-bitten smile as I savored this alien sensation. Her fingers gently squished my prolapsed rectum as she pulled with her mouth and pushed with her tongue. My moans turned to breathless gasps and whimpers.

"I think we got it worked out enough," Elena smiled down at her work, my rectum swollen and glistening from her suction and spit, "do you want me to fuck this pretty little asshole?"

"YES!" I screamed.

Elena undid the shackles on my wrist and guided my hands to her breasts. I pulled off her robe, then squeezed her supple assets as she undid the lacing on my bodice. My breasts burst in a reveal before the unraveling laces, and Elena took a nipple in each hand and pinched hard. She pulled away from me, forcing my chest forward and my back to curve. I rested my thighs on the arms of the chair to give her better access, and I bit my lip excitedly. Elena smiled down and pressed her tip to my outturned asshole. She pushed in.

ELENA

Leveria's soft innards gave way to the advancing head of my cock. I pushed until her prolapse enveloped my shaft, and then pushed in further until it was sucked back inside of her. She cried out her pleasure and tilted her head back, and I pulled on her nipples as I pushed into her gape. When I was buried all the way, I held myself into her tender vile depths, savoring the feeling of her stretched insides slowly constricting around me. Then, I began to pump. She cried out with each advance and retreat, my pelvis sounding sharply against her jiggling ass, her fine dress ruined before her wrenching body. I marveled at the sight of her rectal skin sheathing my retreat; it was like I was wearing a condom made of stone-cold-bitch. She fucking loved it. Every time I pushed in I felt her relax for me, and every time I pulled out she clenched so that she would come out with me. I was slow, but firm with my movements. I wanted her to savor the pain, but not to be taken by it; not yet.

Leveria's eyes were half-mast with lust, her mouth curled into an open smile. I released her nipples, watching as they bounced back to her, then I filled my hands with her thick legs. She squeezed harder on my breasts, tilting her head up and moaning, a few teeth pulling on her bottom lip from the corner of her mouth. I moaned with her, moving slowly and sensually for a while, gyrating with long, passionate thrusts. I took my time to drive deeply, to savor her insides as they clung to me. Her hips rocked back and forth with me, her body shifting in a slow, lustful dance. She began to purr with pleasure, deriving love-making hedonism from our gelatinous joining, her anus pulling me into her with beckoning clenches. But I would never make love to Leveria Tiadoa.

I pulled all the way out and then thrust in hard. Leveria's body shifted violently against the back of the chair, her half-close eyes opened wide, her lips parted in shock. I jack-hammered my way into the woman, driving my hatred into the passion. Ripples of flesh flowed in waves up her ass and thighs, and her pale breasts shook belligerently. Her anal skin still came out with my cock, but instead of flowing, it was jerked and compressed, bunching around her exit with each forceful entrance. Her back wrenched into and arch and her head smashed roughly against the chair. She writhed in a duality of pain and pleasure, screaming my name, her pussy gushing its approval, spurting with each thrust to dribble the clear fluid down her bulging pelvic floor, and grease the relentless piston-fuck of her pink shithole. One of Leveria's hands braced her body against the arm of the chair while the other sunk four fingers into her frothing slit. She looked up at me with wide eyes and a quivering mouth. She spread her pussy for me, showing me the way my cock pulsed beneath the glistening pink swath of her vaginal floor. I pinched my fingers together and drove my hand into her cunt, her hot wet insides closing around me. Her abdomen shot forward, and her pelvis lurched. I turned my hand around inside her and gripped my cock from between her holes.

"Oh my god!" Leveria sobbed.

"Shut your fucking mouth, whore!" I screamed, and slapped her hard across the face. Her head whipped to the side, a bright red print forming on her cheek.

"Again!" She pleaded. I complied, this time with a backhand across the other cheek. Leveria let out a yelp and her pussy clenched around me, frothing about my wrist. I pulled out, and made her suck my fingers. She moaned while she did it, her shithole pulsating around me, rewarding me. I picked the bitch up by her thighs and spun her around, forcing one of her shackled hands high on her back. I grabbed her platinum hair in one hand and ripped her head backward, forcing her to look up at me. Her eyes quivered and her mouth drooled, her portrait a masterpiece of slutty desire. With my other hand, I punished her with a series of brutal slaps across her ass. She screamed out with each blow, her voice rising and rising with increasing euphoria, her insides seizing around me as pain became pleasure. I gritted my teeth and drove at a fervent pace, smashing against her, burying into her soft insides. Her eyes rolled into her head and her mouth sounded a fluctuation of primal guttural tones. I yanked her hair back, and licked the side of her face. She opened her mouth for a kiss, and I shoved my fingers back into her mouth. She licked them as though she didn't really care what part of me she kissed. I laughed at her audacity, and ripped her legs out from under her.

Leveria was lighter than her sister, which made it a lot easier to fuck her while she dangled helplessly in the air. Her thick ass pillowed against my pelvis as she gyrated atop me, willing me to brutalize her more. I accepted the challenge, and pressed the bitch against the stone wall, forcing her body into the rough surface with a flurry of thrusts. She screamed against the stones, her back flexing as convulsions of pleasure shot through her. The pressure in my loins began to build, but I held back on it. I forced more and more of myself into her desecrated asshole, driving her to climax, making her look back at me with tear-filled eyes as the ecstasy burned its way into her mind. Her lips trembled, her eyes quivered, her back wrenched and her legs shook. Her whole body tensed violently as a high-pitched shriek blasted from her gaping mouth.

I didn't give the bitch time to recover. I pulled out of her ruined asshole and pushed her to her knees, then throat-fucked her viciously, forcing her to choke and gag around me. She looked up at me with burning desire in her eyes, drool stringing from her chin in strings, and ecstatic tears carrying black liner down her red cheeks. She took my rage easily into her compassionate throat, then held me deeply when I unloaded into her. I cried out, my legs giving way with sudden exhaustion. She caught me by the ass and guided me down as she greedily drank from my cock, lathering her tongue along my pulsing shaft to taste the vile flavor of her own anus. I eased myself onto the stone, and let the bitch consume me, too sapped of strength and will to do anything else. I stared catatonically out the window, and tongued the capsule in my mouth. A shadow crossed the high noon sun, and I smiled.

YAVARA

The sun beat on my back, the wind flowed through my hair, the world grew small beneath me. The warning horn sounded a second after I burst through the treetops and rocketed into the sky. The rangers were like ants scrambling along the ramparts, manning their ballista and marshalling their archers. I slowed my assent a thousand feet above the tower, and for a moment I was suspended in air, caught in the equilibrium of gravity's pull and my own propulsion. The world was muted this far up, only the wind buffeting my ears. I raised my arms above my head, pressed my palms together, and leaned as gravity took me. I plummeted. There was a pregnant pause in the movement below me, as if all the rangers on the three tiers of Castle Thorum couldn't believe what I was doing. They gained their faculties quickly, and raised their ballista high. The wind sounded in my ears, the air rushed through my pointed fingers, my heart drummed in my temple, an eternity between beats. They fired. For a moment, three stacked circles of projectile appeared hundreds of feet below me, seeming to be suspended in air from where they'd been fired. I'd seen the illusion before, and I braced myself. A second later, the circles converged, the deadly black points glinting off the sun, trained on me as I dove to meet them. With a scream, I unfurled my arms, and split the air. The heavy bolts curved away from me, caught in the maelstrom of air I made before me, leaving a vacuum to path my descent. The air was sucked from my lungs, the wind died in my hair, and I closed my eyes, and crashed into the tower.

ROSE

I gawked as the Dark Queen fell from the sky like an eagle. The ballista missiles arced away from her like the breaking head of a fountain, and she shot through the center of it. There was a thunderous explosion, and in rapid succession, the windows of Castle Thorum were blown out. Glass shattered, debris shot out, and men were sent screaming from the ramparts. Yavara crashed through each floor until she was buried deep in the catacombs. A curtain of dust settled over the fortress, and I turned to my sisters, and nodded.

Getting across the bridge was nerve-wracking, but with our advance concealed by the dust, we made it without detection. Then we plastered ourselves to the grassy mall before the fortress, dawned our natural flora camouflage, and painstakingly crawled on our bellies to the wall. The details became clearer as we neared. I could see the top of the first tier, then I could see the black outline of the ballista, then the scurrying silhouettes of rangers. They peered out from the ramparts, looking right at us, but seeing nothing through the airborne debris. Foot by tortuous foot, we slithered forward, adjusting our camouflage carefully. When I could no longer see the tops of ranger cowls, I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding, scampered to the wall, and pressed myself against it. I waited for my sisters to do the same. I nodded to Buttercup, and gave her a reassuring smile, then clasped hands with Violet, and offered her a resolute nod. I turned around, pressed my naked body against the stones, and leveraged my fingers into a crack in the wall. Taking a deep breath, I began to climb.

I'd never ascended a stone face so smooth, but my practiced limbs were deft, and my fingers found the holds. I made it to the top of the wall, and peered between the battlements. This section was almost empty, only a single guard pacing nervously as the others rushed to the tower. She was a high-elf no older than I, her hands gripping white-knuckled around the haft of her spear, her eyes shifting frantically. I spotted a rack full of swords just a few paces from where I was. I ran my gaze from the weapons, to the woman, and back. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make her a monster. She could've been me. Below me, I heard the whimpers of my sisters, the desperate scramble of feet against stone as footholds began to crumble. I couldn't wait a second longer. When the woman turned around, I leapt over the wall, dashed for the rack, and grabbed a sword. The metal sang from its scabbard, and the woman stopped dead in her tracks, her shoulders pinning with terror. She looked over her shoulder at me just as I plunged the sword into her back. Her eyes bulged, her jaw wrenched open, and I stuffed my fist into her mouth to gag her scream. Then I pulled out the sword, and stabbed her again, and again, and again. I didn't stop until the light faded from her eyes, and her teeth relaxed from the deep gouges they'd made in the back of my hand. I crouched over the body, breathing heavily, my heart drumming behind my eyeballs. I watched a dying tear film the elf's eye, then break from the corner to draw a path along her cheek, and splash into a pool of her blood.

"Rose?" Violet asked. I looked over my shoulder at her. Behind her, Buttercup was staring wide-eyed at me, like she didn't recognize who I was. She wasn't the only one. Orchid, Dandelion, Lilly, Poinsettia, and scores more stopped and stared at what I'd done. Murder. Killer. Destroyer. Violet stepped cautiously up to me. "Rose, what do we now?"

"This." I muttered, pulling the sword free from the woman's back, "This is what we do now." I turned to my sisters, "The oldest ones grab the weapons from the racks, the younger ones follow behind."

"We can't arm us all." Violet said.

"There will be more weapons soon, Violet." I whispered, and snatched the spear from the elf's dead fingers, and put it into Violet's. She stared at the blood that now stained her hands, then looked at me with something between horror and resolve. I smiled back, and I knew from her expression that it was a bloodstained grin, devoid of anything but a manic thrill that wasn't quite terror. I didn't have a war cry, but I shrieked out anyway, and charged down the steps, and into the bowels of Castle Thorum.

THOMAS ADARIAN

My ears rang with the echoes of the explosion. The world was a blur of chaos, debris raining down, bodies strewn and mangled, men and women screaming. I climbed to my feet, and stumbled down the hall. There was no hall. There was just a gaping hole in the floor that descended into darkness, rimmed by the jagged remains of beams and floorboards twenty levels down. I remembered the stories of Alkandi. None of them had prepared me for this. My mind would forever be scarred with the image of Yavara plunging right for me, her orange eyes blazing with deific fury, the very air around her yielding. When she hit the tower, the stone itself seemed to flex, bowing before the Dark Queen, then bursting. I was flung like a ragdoll against a battlement, and slid unconsciously down the ramp that was once the tower roof.

"April?" I called hoarsely, "April?!"

I heard the familiar scratching of paws, and I breathed a sigh of relief as April came scampering around the corner. She stopped at my feet, and pawed fervently at my leg.

"Stay here and hide." I said, scratching her ear.

She inclined her head inquisitively.

"I have to find the queen." I answered.

She whined and whimpered.

"I'll be back." I whispered, "I'll be back right here, so you stay here, you understand?"

She nodded. I planted a kiss on her brow, and ran into what was left of the tower.

ELENA

I didn't know what happened. One second the warning horn had sounded, a few seconds after that, I was dangling from the edge of the floor, looking a hundred feet down into blackness.

"Elena!" Leveria shouted, "Give me your hand!"

"Oh fuck off." I growled as I hoisted myself up. I brushed aside Leveria's attempt to pull me to my feet, and stood at the precipice of the hole Yavara had made of Castle Thorum. Debris drizzled from above, bouncing and clattering into the void. The discordant groan of failing beams sounded from all around, the occasional shear and boom of entire floors collapsing. The chair I'd been sitting on was split cleanly in half, and the part still remaining teetered on the edge before it tumbled into darkness.

"You could throw me down it," Leveria said softly, "I couldn't stop you."

"My mother's life isn't worth your death." I muttered, "And it wouldn't stop the war. Not after this. You got your wish."

"I think I got a bit more than that." Leveria stepped beside me, and cautiously looked down the hole. "Did you know she could do that?"

"No."

"Such power." Leveria whispered, almost covetously, "Have you ever heard legend of the Creators? Those ancient gods who could bend the elements to their will?"

"She's not like them."

"She's close." Leveria said, awe in her voice, "My own sister." She looked upward, where a beam of light shown through the new atrium of the tower, "I never truly realized what it meant until now. I thought the stories they told of Alkandi were mostly just legend, but it's not so." She turned to me, "Elena, we're in a fight for our very existence."

"Yavara isn't like you."

"No?" Leveria mused, "When you reunited with your beloved, and you found out what she was, did you join her willingly?"

"She gave me a choice."

"Did she?" Leveria said with a sardonic smile, "Kind of like the choice I gave you? Come now, Elena. The moment Yavara had you in her clutches, she was never going to let you go."

"I liked you better when you didn't have a tongue."

"But I can do so many very interesting things with it." Leveria twerked her brows. Then her face fell, and she jumped on me. There was an explosion, a sudden burst of light, and I was on my back. A nine-foot missile was imbedded in the wall where I'd been standing, the wrought-iron haft singing a low metallic note as it vibrated with released energy. A drop of blood dripped from the butt. Leveria stared at the gaping hole in her chest. She swayed on her feet, then fell to a sitting position. "Huh," she muttered, her eyes clouding, "that's... not good."