Queen Yavara Ch. 23

"Look at him!" Yavara commanded. I obeyed. I stared my pleasure into Thomas, and moaned into his face, each exclamation more ardent than the last. I was lifted into the air by nothing at all, and though Yavara's hands exited me, I still felt her inside, her mental fingers expertly plundering my channels, her telekinetic knuckles beautifully torturing the flesh therein. She turned me until my desecrated holes were facing Thomas, and I had to crane my neck over my shoulder to see his face, to savor his expression. He stared in horror as my pelvic floor was pulled from my body, my taint twitching delectably and my pussy gushing, my holes gaping and pressed against the walls of my insides to show the wet ruby tunnels Yavara had made of them. My head dropped between my shoulders, and from the tops of my eyes, I stared rapturously at the Dark Queen. My queen.

LEVERIA

"Well, that's not happening." Elena sighed as she pulled her fists out of me.

"Elena," I gasped, squirming desperately, "the extract is still in me! I need you to make me come!"

She regarded me with an amused smile. "Letting you writhe on the floor would be more than you deserve."

"Don't throw morality at me, you bitch!" I snapped, my need consuming me, burning beneath my flesh, "You've been getting off to watching your beloved rape a woman, now you're going to fuck me!"

Elena grabbed me like a handle, and I collapsed, sobbing as she squeezed. "We had a deal, you slut." She growled, "When it's just you and me, I'm the master, and you're my little whore. Say it." She squeezed harder, her thumb and fingers touching between my holes. My thighs slid apart until I was splayed on the floor, the pleasure sapping all strength from me. "Say it." Elena hissed, pinching and rubbing her digits along the fleshy division of my sex.

"I'm your little whore!" I whimpered, aroused beyond description by her unfiltered hatred. Oh, it was so sweet, this lust! Why was it so fucking good?!

"Good girl." Elena chuckled lowly in my ear, and released me. I squirmed to not have her inside me, my impatience and desperation compelling me. When her hands sunk into my ass and she spread me, I could feel the release of lust dripping from my slit. Then her cock was pressed to my blushing petals, and I froze in anticipation. "Beg for it." She whispered, stroking my back, "Beg like a good bitch."

"Please fuck me... Mistress." I whispered, trembling from head to toe.

"That's not what my slaves call me." Elena growled.

"Master," I hissed, "oh please Master, fuck me!"

Elena slowly drove into my womanhood, the wet nether lips sucking greedily to take her deeper, my insides seizing in ardent consumption of her throbbing cock. The toxins in my veins intensified my sensations tenfold, turning my body against me, my lewd muscles clenching on their own accord to reward the woman who violated me. She pulled out, her weapon sheened with my lust, and she slid her tip up my taint to press it against my anus. I mewled for her, feeling naught but the vacancy within, caring only for the penetration, the feeling of another's invasion. She plunged into my ass, and my lewd button opened easily for her, my rim coiling about her advance, the taut flesh becoming swollen with stimulation. Then she pulled out, and with her cock glazed with my vile anal juices, she fucked my pussy, dirtying my sanctity, treating me like nothing but the whore-queen I was. I cried out as she switched holes with each thrust, the repetition enough to excite me, but the constant change not enough to satisfy, only to ratchet up my desire until I was blubbering on the floor, not knowing where I wanted her to stay, only knowing I wanted her to fuck every part of me until I died!

"You," Elena called to the guard, "Sir Piss and Shit, what's your real name?"

"Sir Fraldias, my lady." He said, making a point of facing away from the threshold.

"Oh, it's 'my lady' now, is it?" Elena laughed, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head up, "He didn't much treat me like a lady before. I wonder how he'll treat royalty?"

"Master, no..." I said meekly, too engulfed in pleasure to protest firmly.

"Yes." Elena hissed, licking the side of my face. I melted into a blubbering moan to feel her so possess me, my head dangling haplessly from my hair. "Sir Fraldias, have you ever seen your queen in such a state?"

"No, ma'am." Fraldias shifted uncomfortably.

Elena dropped my head, grabbed my thighs, and hoisted me up against her, her breasts flattening against my back, her cock stirring my anus into a stretched ruin. She presented me to Sir Fraldias like a trophy, and I could do nothing but surrender to her, my humiliation only heightening my pleasure. I dropped my head against her shoulder and mewled to the ceiling, my vacant pussy running a rivulet of nectar down my taint to further grease the squelching piston of my sodomy.

"You've never had two lovers at once, have you?" Elena whispered, sensually impaling my anus, the heat of her burning into the tightest squeeze of my filth.

"No!" I cried, bringing my hands together behind her head, dancing with a gyrating belly atop her penetrating organ, "Please Master, don't make me do this!"

"Why not?" Elena whispered, her tongue in my ear, "You're a queen of immeasurable power," she released one thigh to hold me fast by my crotch, three fingers entering me, "and sick desires," she hissed as I cried out, my diaphragm heaving with exalting breaths, "but you've only ever been with one lover at a time? Why?"

I gaped into her azure eyes, staring so intently into me. A dangerous curiosity danced behind her pleasure-painted lenses, a desire that was more intimate than her flesh within mine. A desire to know me. It terrified me. It thrilled me. It compelled me to speak the truth to her, though I knew not why. "Sex is power," I gasped, grinding passionately into her crotch, pillowing my cheeks against her as her cock destroyed my asshole between them, "the power of one over another, the expression of my... truth. I can be deadly, I can be angelic, I can be dominant and submissive," I paused to moan, keeping our eyes locked, "but I'm always the one in control. To be fucked by two at once..." I gasped as a sudden surge of pleasure lanced up my spine, "I... I... I couldn't control them! It needs to just be me and my... my..."

"Your victim?" Elena laughed breathily, "Leveria, do you think you're in control of me now?"

I knitted my brows as a groan emanated from me. "No. I never was. It scares me, Master." I gulped, "You scare me."

"Do I?" Elena smiled. Then her smile faded, and her eyes narrowed. "Why do I scare you?"

"I don't know!" I gasped.

She took me by the chin and drew out faces together, our panting lips a breath apart. "Why did you save me?" She asked.

"I told you before, I don't know!" I cried.

"Tell me!" She snarled, yanking back my hair, driving mercilessly into my shithole until it was opening on its own accord, gaping like a yawning mouth to suck in its heinous meal. She did this to me, to my body, making it react with an autonomy of lust, driving me beyond my own control. And I gave her the power so willingly, offering myself to her so that she could rape such terrible pleasures so deeply into me, changing me from the inside. "Tell me." She whispered against my ear, her voice so soft.

"I don't know." I mouthed, unable to give sound to the words.

Elena turned to the knight in the doorway. "Sir Fraldias, come here."

Through my tear-glazed vision, I saw the gold-plated knight turn to me, as unsure of the situation as I was. But pride and fear were little things compared to the way Elena sensually sodomized me, making love to my shithole as she dominated me, my rectum tingling felicitously even as it was reamed to a gaping ruin. I nodded for him. He lumbered stiffly over, looking above us as though it was treason to see my defilement.

"Take off your armor and clothes." Elena demanded. Fraldias looked to me, making sure his eyes wandered no lower than my own. I nodded again. I watched him as he awkwardly stripped his armor, laying it in a neat pile beside him. When he was in just his loincloth, he stopped.

"All of your clothes, Sir Fraldias." Elena said, amusement and pleasure suffused in her voice. Fraldias looked to me again. There was no denying Elena her desires, no refusing her when the extract pumped through my veins, when I was gyrating against her like a possessed belly dancer just to feel her cock stir open my vilest hole. She could've tossed me naked on the street, and I would've opened my legs for the lowliest of peasants as long as she was inside me. It terrified me. It thrilled me. I licked my lips, and nodded to Fraldias again. He took off his loin cloth, and my eyes widened.

"You pick your personal guard well." Elena chuckled, a smooth seduction in her voice, "Come Fraldias; it's poor form to draw your weapon before your queen." She held my legs apart, "Sheath your sword."

"Stop!" I gasped, putting my hands on Fraldias's pelvis.

"Leveria..." Elena growled in my ear.

I smiled back at her. I was her slave in the bedroom, yes, but I would not be the untrained maiden for her; I knew my way around a man. With covetous fingers, I wrapped my hand around Fraldias's thick shaft, purring as I savored the sensation of him in my hand. Through heavily-lidded eyes, I gazed upon his astonished and fearful face. That's what I wanted to see. Elena could make me beg and sob, but this man would not own a single shred of me. I grinned up at him, moistening my lips. "I'll give you a story no one will believe when you tell it." I whispered on the head of his cock, my voice tremulous with pleasure, "But you won't tell anyone anyway, because it would be a lie. This never happened, Sir Fraldias."

"Yes, my queen." Fraldias said through gritted teeth as my fingers gently drew down his length, and cradled his balls.

"Never let anyone say Queen Leveria Tiadoa isn't charitable to her subjects." I whispered to myself, and in one motion, I took him all the way into my throat. Elena fucked me gently as I sucked the knight, my hips rolling to consume her cock as my mouth rotated to consume his. My hand trailed behind his roiling testicles, and I pressed on his taint, massaging the hidden length of man that was imbedded there. He kept his eyes fixed on me as I gave him the best head he'd ever have, his demeanor conveying great respect, nearly reverence. As he should be. When he was groaning with trembling legs, I pulled him out, grabbed his slickened meat, and guided it between my legs. He sat before me, and Elena picked me up by the hips, and impaled me upon him. My head flung up, my mouth opened wide, and I exalted. Oh, I'd never felt so tight; so FULL! My poisoned body was ravenous with an appetite for the obscene, and it exalted in the meal I'd given it, the two cocks throbbing in my tender depths, piercing through my delicate insides, pressing against one another. Oh my god, why does it feel so good?!

"You like it, don't you?" Elena whispered, pivoting herself on her knees behind me, pulling me off Sir Fraldias so that I was pressed upright against her, my pelvis tilted obtusely to consume their ravaging members.

"Yes." I could barely breathe, but I managed to utter that.

"That's disappointing, really." Elena growled, reaching around me to pinch my nipples, twisting them until my breasts were shadowed spirals of mammary fat. I purred like an indulgent kitten, my hips rocking back and forth to fuck myself from both holes. Such a whore I was, such a filthy little cunt for Elena Straltaira.

"Why is it disappointing?" I squeaked, my body plastered to hers.

"I want you to suffer, Leveria." Elena rolled the nipples between her fingers, and I whined for her, "You're not supposed to enjoy this as much as you are."

"Then maybe you should stop playing with me, Elena." I whispered, "I killed your friend, I tortured you, and if I ever get my fingers on your beloved Yavara, I'll make you watch as I take her apart." I smiled into her hate-filled eyes, "Now make me suffer."

She did. My hooped earrings rocked wildly to their chaotic rhythm, Fraldias struggling to keep pace with the manic dark elf behind me. My taint was stretched into a thin ribbon as she fucked my shithole into a churning sheath of swollen flesh and raw nerves, my rim dilated like a birthing orifice about her exiting girth. She pressed against Fraldias from the inside, torturing the division of my sex, evacuating me and plugging me in turn, each ruinous plunge of their members singing across the desecrated skin therein. Elena slapped my ass like I was a stubborn mule, turning my pale flank into ruby globes of jiggling fat that pillowed against her crotch. Caught in the heat of it, Sir Fraldias sank his fingers into my flailing breast, squeezing roughly as though he were trying to rip them from me. My pelvis dropped, my spine wrenched in a curve, and I panted my exhilaration against the knight's broad chest, my cheek sliding roughly back and forth across his sternum. Elena gripped my hair and ripped my head back, forcing my back to curve at an unnatural angle. She forced two fingers from each hand into my mouth, and fish-hooked me until I thought my cheeks would rend. I loved it. With my tongue lolling stupidly from my stretched lips, Elena spit in my face, her degradation pushing me over the edge. The pressure ballooned through my nethers, and I screamed the arrival of my orgasm between Elena's boring fingers. Fraldias railed with wild abandon, pounding so hard into me it felt like my pelvis would break. Elena did the same, the force of their two piercing cocks driving my orgasm into a cascading frenzy, each wave crashing down with such force that I trembled and kicked, trying to expel an ecstasy too great for my mortal flesh. Through my mania, I saw her azure stare, the hatred warped with pleasure, the primal look of the huntress in her eyes. In that moment at the precipice, nothing turned me on more than the idea of Elena killing me with her bare hands while she fucked me brainless. I crested the final wave with a muffled scream, my eyes opening wide and rolling back, and Elena's succumbed to the pleasure of her own ascension, emptying herself into my shithole with three cathartic pumps, and a scream. Hot cum gushed into my despoiled holes, and like puppets cut from strings, we the three of folded atop each other, struggling to find breath.

With a dopamine-saturated mind, I finally managed to ease myself off of Fraldias. His seed spilled from my yawning cunt as I struggled to wobbly knees. Were he my lover, I would've rewarded him with my greatest lecherous talent, and sucked him clean, but he wasn't. Now that the poison had ebbed from me, I only saw an interloper in the royal guard. "Leave us." I commanded, and with the utmost grace, he did.

Elena stayed inside my ass, her half-hard cock providing comfort and lust in equal measure, her seed soaking into my thirsty insides. I snuggled up against her, relishing the pleasant radiation of her body, and the softness of her flesh. We watched in mutual interest as Yavara finished ravaging the poor kitsune on the mirror. It seemed that Yavara had taken notes on how I'd broken Prestira, for she would not let April orgasm. And with each denial and further degradation, April's desires would cut deeper into her until her very core was exposed, and then Yavara could plant the seed, as I done.

"I'm sorry." I muttered.

"For what?"

"Letting you see the truth about her."

Elena snorted. "She's not anything like you, as much as you want her to be. She's just in pain."

"So that makes her the better woman?" I asked over my shoulder, "Because she does evil with her heart, and I do it with my mind?"

"What makes her a better woman, is that she'll regret this. You have no regret."

"That's not true."

Elena nuzzled her face against my neck. "Don't lie to me, you psychopathic bitch."

"I regret bringing you to Castle Thorum." I whispered, "I should've had Adarian kill you when he found you."

"Hmm, I ruined you, didn't I?" Elena whispered, gnawing on my ear, "Daddy doesn't fuck like I do, does he?"

"No." I hissed, leaning against her lips, gasping, "Oh god Elena, you're the best I've ever had!"

"Of course I am." Elena laughed, "You haven't had much, and what you've had leaves a lot to be desired. You high-elves are such-" Elena stopped herself.

"What?"

She inclined her head thoughtfully. "I don't know when I stopped thinking of myself as a high-elf. When did 'us' become 'you,' I wonder?" She rolled her eyes to me, "I always thought of Bentius as my home, even after I joined Yavara. But I haven't stepped a foot outside your quarters, and I already feel like an outsider here. It's the way Sir Piss and Shit looks at me, the way Glendian looks at me. They'll all look at me like that." She studied me, "But not you, Leveria."

"No." I whispered. I hated how naked my face was, how I couldn't put the mask up. Most of all, I hated how I didn't want to.

"Why did you save me?" She asked again.

"I don't know." I answered.

She touched foreheads with me. "No, I don't think you do." She whispered, "Let me ask you this then: if your father had been standing where I was standing in that tower, would you have stepped in front of that missile for him?"

I opened my mouth, but the answer was stuck behind my teeth. I closed my mouth, and I could not hide what would've been said. Elena let out an astonished laugh, then eased herself away from me. I felt the coldness of her absence, the whisper of her touch as she withdrew herself, then rolled to the side, and got up. I watched her walk away from me without a look back. I watched the door close behind her. I stayed there for a very long time, regretting letting her live with every wounded piece of my heart.

YAVARA

I stood over Adarian as he deciphered the last message. It was from Field Marshal Droughtius, and it concerned the political reorganization of his army. He expressed a distaste for the Noble Court's interference, and had some choice words for Lady Catherine Jonias. I read it with numb disinterest. Eighty regiments had been raised, the greatest army the Highlands had seen since the heydays of its empire, and they were a mere twelve days away from Glacier Lake. I didn't bother to make Adarian prove the validity of the information; Leveria had engineered a complex misinformation network, but I doubted it extended so far as her own correspondence. But Adarian's communication with Leveria and Droughtius hadn't been what he'd so honorably guarded; me knowing that an insurmountable force was about to kill my empire in the crib was hardly worth losing a tooth over. No, the reason Adarian had endured my demented dentistry, was to guard the letters he'd received from his company commanders. One ranger company remained stationed in the Great Forest, having not yet reported back to Castle Thorum. There was an outpost they'd use to avoid vampires in the night, but it was ill-supplied, and they would have to come back to base soon. If I was to lose everything, I'd make sure to take whatever I could before I did.

I put another dose of extract into the kitsune, and she cried out on the bed, arching her back against the binds that held her spread-eagle. I didn't know how long it would take until she broke. I hoped she would last a long time.

"Why don't you just kill me?" Adarian hissed, dropping his pen on the finished cypher.

"Your girlfriend is heroically sacrificing herself so that you can live." I said, "You owe her your life, so you will keep living." I brought my lips to his ear, "I'd cut your eyes out, but then you wouldn't get to watch Brock and his friends play with their new pet." I grabbed his crotch, "And I'll have a front-row seat, babe, just you and me. I'll make sure it's worth your while."