Queen Yavara Ch. 26

"Did that hurt?" He laughed cruelly as I covetously sucked his cock, "You said we could do anything."

This wasn't my first double anal, and my lewd body soon adjusted to the torture. My gagging outbursts of pain turned to lecherous exaltations of pleasure. Their two cocks writhed together inside me, rubbing against the stretched channel within, stimulating the taut surface like I hadn't known since I was still a high-elf. Tears leaked from my eyes as they began driving congruently, forcing shocks of terrible pain and even worse pleasure so deep into my foul depths. Oh god, I could die! I rocked on my knees to rape myself in contest with them, my bulging buttocks slapping against their crotches, their fingers sinking into the bronze flesh, gripping me like they wanted to tear the meat out. I coiled my throat around the captain, and sucked him like he'd never been sucked before, the sensuality of my tongue a juxtaposition to the rapaciousness of my lips. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I reached around to grip his clenching cheeks and bring him deeper into my throat.

I'll warm up the women for you. Arbor's telepathic voice said.

I felt my pelvic floor expand from my body with each pull from the men, sending hot blasts of painful ecstasy up my spine. I hummed mindlessly as the captain thrusted relentlessly down my throat, my cheeks hollowing with each pull and puffing with each forceful advance. Try as I might, I couldn't put on the façade of vulnerable fear any longer for him. As he tried to hurt and humiliate me, as his bulge formed and receded in my neck, I could only mewl for him like a wanting slut, and stare up at him with eyes cast in great contentment.

"Oh, you little bitch!" He growled, pulling out. A bridge of his nectar and my spit glistened from my lips, and I followed mindlessly after it to taste his cock once more. His hand struck my face. My head whipped to the side, my cheek stinging delightfully from the blow. I growled and smashed my ass back against the two men brutalizing my anus, twisting my hips against them and hearing their duet of groans. I grinned up at Dafian, licking my lips.

"Is that all, Dafian?" I giggled between gasps. He sent a backhand across my other cheek. My body shuddered in pleasure, my pussy gushing in response. I looked up at him once again, my eyes brimming with arousal.

"Again, Captain!" I hissed, "Hit me again!"

He did, his palm meeting my cheek, the delicious heat flowing into my face. I stared up from a disheveled mess of black hair, my eyes wild and possessed.

"Why don't you hurt me on the inside instead?" I whispered, curling my fingers into my soaking cunt.

One of the men behind me grabbed my breasts and pulled my body back. I was forced upright, my spine arching uncomfortably as my pelvis was held firmly in place. Dafian grabbed my throat and squeezed tightly as he lowered himself beneath me. I choked out my cries of pleasure, the pressure in my eyes building, my face reddening. I felt Dafian run is cock along my slit, and I forked my fingers about my lover's lips, and dropped my crotch atop him.

My body lurched violently back and forth, my hips squirming in a desperate dance, my ass squishing against the men behind me and below me. I squeaked out strained notes of delight, my eyes watering from the choking. Dafian pounded into me relentlessly, brutally spreading my soft petals and stretching my taint. It felt like they were trying to rip the membrane between my channels, their girths rubbing in contest against the tender flesh that divided my womanhood from my rectum, sending lightning bolts of sharp pleasure ripping through my pelvis. Dafian released my throat and filled his hands with my breasts, his hot body oppressive and suffocating against me, driving into the muscular torso of the man behind me, trapping me. I was helpless to it all, a great weakness ballooning from my ravaged holes, the lassitude turning my limbs to jelly until I could do naught but hold onto Dafian's strong shoulders and exalt breathlessly into his chest. My mind was cast into a fugue state of ecstasy, and I stared with drool hanging from my mouth at Arbor.

The forest spirit was a celebration of seduction. Like a mother doting upon her children, she tended to each of the high-elf women with tenderness and care. Each caress of her hand, lick of her tongue and probing of her tail further eased the expressions of fear and confusion that marred their portraits, and left them with faces relaxed in bliss, their pale lips parted to yield contented moans. Two elves laid on their backs, their legs bent and splayed lazily to accept Arbor's hands, her fingers gently penetrating the slit and anus of each, her thumbs sensually massaging the engorged pearls from their pink hoods. Their petals glistened with the nectar of their pleasure, webbing Arbor's purple fingers in their lust. The third woman was bent over between them, her face shifting lazily in the grass as she reached back to spread her supple cheeks. Arbor doted upon each of her holes, planting her face into the tantalizing crack and closing her eyes to savor the flavor. She straddled the last elf, and used her pointed tail to deeply invade her anus as she pressed their frothing flowers together, the delicate flesh smearing clear honey between their splayed legs. The elf seemed to be hypnotized by the serpentine motion of Arbor's belly as it flexed and undulated above her gyrating hips, the flat, smooth expanse shadowed by the bobbing domes of Arbor's breasts, whose nipples grazed her face.

The nymph males soon joined in, sensually guiding the elves into their seduction. I watched in fascination as each elf girl accepted the men, allowing them to fill the vacant holes Arbor left for them. Soon the four elf girls were stuffed to capacity, their gangbangs not violent like mine, but slow, and gentle, a graceful dance of perversion that was only meant to please. One by one, the elf girls succumbed to the indulgence of excess, and feasted without shame upon the flesh of man. Arbor retreated into a bed of her daughters, and she too was filled to capacity, with tender sucks and gentle fists that stretched her open. I gazed my own pleasure at her. She looked back at me with half-mast eyes, her full lips parted in a blissful smile, her hands gently stroking the hair of the daughters nursing from her. Her pale, purple skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, her chest rose and fell with deep, sensual breaths, her pussy and ass gaped delectably from the hands inside of her.

Dafian snapped me out of my transience with a slap across the face. I was immediately brought back to my defilement, and grinned down at the hateful elf. One of the men pulled out of my ass, and my exhausted rim constricted loosely around the other cock. He stood up, took hold of my hair, and pulled back until I was looking directly backward, my hair draping to the forest floor. My inverted vision was filled with the sight of his throbbing member, shiny with my anal lust and stinking deliciously of my filth. He pushed the tip against my lips, and I obediently consumed him, moaning around him, leaning back to feel him slide easily down my stretched-back throat. I savored the abhorrent taste as I sucked, my tongue greedily cleaning every inch, my lips drawing from his base as though to milk his loins dry. It pushed me over. I felt myself rising in orgasm, my body twitching as pings of hot pleasure scorched from my desecrated holes. The familiar quaking in my nethers rumbled through me, my movements became violent and desperate, my eyes opened wide and I screamed a choked soprano note. I shifted chaotically, writhing and convulsing, my hips dropping and pushing back against the men in my holes, my back arching and rising to the man in my mouth. With a final tremble, I climaxed. My victims shared in the catharsis, crying out in equal parts terror and ecstasy as they exploded inside me, the last time they would ever do such a thing. As I descended from the precipice, I watched in fascination as the three men turned into beautiful, hybrid women.

Their hard bodies became supple, their pale flesh became flawless bronze, and their masculine build contoured into the robust curves of womanhood. Their cocks receded from my holes, and I was left vacant with nothing but the hint of heat lingering where they'd been. They all collapsed upon the ground, only their bulging eyes remaining unchanged as their features became delicate and refined.

"Captain Dafian..." I said, stroking the terrified woman's face, "what is your first name?"

"Faltius." She replied in a high voice.

"Faltia is your name now." I beamed, marveling at my creation. Faltia shifted uncomfortably beneath me, scanning her body with rapid eyes. I looked behind me to see the other two doing the same, testing their new bodies with something between horror and curiosity.

"I don't understand." Faltia whispered, her voice shaking, "I'm me, but I'm... not me. What did you do to my head?! What did you-"

"Shh." I placed my finger on her lips, and drew a soothing hand across her hyperventilating breast, "Don't fight what you've become. Do not search for shame to fuel your battle; you will not find it any longer. Surrender to who you are." I drew my hand down her soft belly, and rested it between her legs. "Surrender to me." I whispered on her lips, and entered her with one finger. She gasped, tensing everywhere, her neck striating below her gritted teeth. I cooed softly in her pointed ear as I gently opened her, massaging the virgin tightness that enveloped my digit. Her walls relaxed around me, her rigid thighs eased open, and her cheeks flushed with color. My hand became wet with her nectar, squelching as I slowly moved my invading finger back and forth over her spot. With a release of breath, her neck relaxed into an elegant column, and a wonderous expression dawned upon her face.

"Oh... oh wow." She moaned softly.

"Now you realize it." I said quietly, "You're not just a woman, but a very special breed." I curled my finger inside her, and she cried out, her knees splaying wide so that I could invade her deeper, "This is your last act as Captain Faltius Dafian. Show your soldiers the way, and shed your past as I have done; they will follow you. We're not high-elves anymore. We're free."

"You slaughtered my troops!" She gasped.

"I did." I whispered back, "And you will never forget it. That memory is yours to keep, but the pain belongs to a dead man." I removed my finger. "You don't feel it anymore, do you?"

She paused, considering the thought. In that moment, I saw the last of Faltius Dafian fade from her sapphire eyes, leaving a sanguine portrait of virgin emotion. "No." She said, a small smile creasing her lush lips.

I smiled back. "Tell me, Faltia, of those women over there," I said gesturing to the high-elf girls writhing between nymph bodies, "which one of them have you wanted the most?"

"Alexa," Faltia said, pointing to one on her back, "but ranger officers aren't allowed to-"

"You're not a ranger anymore, you're a citizen of Alkandra. You'll have a plot of land and a new wife. Why not take Alexa as your woman?"

"She'd never have me."

"Oh," I said slyly, "I don't know about that."

I crawled over to the female high-elves entangled in lust, and descended upon one that was reaching her peak. I bid the nymphs to evacuate her, and I took their place between her legs, pushing two gentle fingers in her gaping anus and two more into her stretched slit, making her sound a sweet cry from her now unoccupied mouth. There was a moment when she tried to fight it, but she was too enraptured by the sensations to do so with conviction. When her eyes were rolling back, and she was thrashing on the ground in the throes of mind-breaking ecstasy, I wrapped my lips around her throbbing pearl, and sucked. She came like a fountain, showering me with her nectar and crying out in sonorous release. She changed as Elena had changed, and I sucked from her surging loins as the ecstasy waned from her, gazing upon her face to gauge how she would react. The fear was apparent initially, then the confusion, but both were quickly jettisoned by the suction of my lips, each slurping pull bringing into focus the new reality of what she was, of who she was. Soon, I only saw blissful acceptance upon her face.

"So, you're Alexa" I said, pulling her cock from my mouth.

"Yes... my queen." She said unsurely.

"You have a secret admirer." I ginned slyly. We both turned to see Faltia shifting nervously, her hands held bashfully behind her back as she watched us. I turned back to Alexa. "Do you like her?"

"She is beautiful," Alexa mused, seemingly surprised that she thought that, "and I've always liked the captain, but ranger officers aren't-"

"Holy shit," I laughed, "you're not a ranger anymore! Captain Dafian isn't a captain anymore, she's now a woman, -a virgin in fact- and she needs someone to be with her in these trying times. Do you think you could be that person?"

Alexa inclined her head, a surprised smile creasing her lips. "I suppose I could."

"You're a sweet little thing," I smiled and kissed her cock, "Adrianna could learn a thing from you."

I changed the rest of the high-elf girls one by one, bringing them to orgasm with my mouth, then learning who they were. Eva wept and needed comforting when she changed, Kiera was wrathful and needed me to fight her, and the last woman, the one who had charged me with a knife, didn't react at all to her transformation, but I certainly did. I gagged, my eyes widening in shock at the sudden filling of my mouth and throat, my jaw aching to accommodate the immense girth now opening it. The woman transitioned from feminine gyrations to masculine thrusts seamlessly, her eyes closed in concentrative pleasure, her lush lips parting to sound moan after escalating moan until she finally grabbed my head, and face-fucked me into a sputtering, gurgling mess of leaking spit and welling eyes. I recovered quickly, and joined the hermaphrodite in her lust, furiously rubbing my clit as she furiously forced her meat down my neck. She encased herself in my squelching throat until her cock was pulsating with sensation, and she was crying out, the lines beside her shut eyes deepening with the furrow of her brow. I came with her, my thighs trembling as I sprayed my release into the grass, my mouth sucking mindlessly, my throat swallowing gluttonously to take all her milk into my belly. Then I revealed the magnificent size of her with a slurping pull of my lips, and gazed upon it in awe.

"And what's your name?" I rasped from a ruined throat. I looked down at her to see that she'd covered her face with her hands, and was peeking from the crack of her fingers. Was she blushing?

"Furia." She squeaked through the press of her palms.

"A fitting name for someone who would charge the Dark Queen." I chuckled, "Even more fitting for your manner as a lover."

"I'm sorry!" She squeaked again.

"You're sorry...?" I trailed off, and glanced between her legs. There were droplets of blood in the grass. "You were a virgin?" I gasped.

She nodded, her face still covered. I gently grasped her wrists, and peeled her hands away to reveal the beautiful face below them. Such big eyes, such lush lips and rosy cheeks. Her features were doll-like, made even more so by the exaggerated size of her pointed ears, which she'd tried to keep hidden behind her hair.

"Furia," I muttered, brushing her platinum bangs from her face, "there's no room for shyness in my kingdom, especially not from one such as you. You and your comrades will be the faces of my new nation, and I will not have those faces downcast or covered."

"What?"

I smiled affectionately, and shifted my weight off of her. "Don't worry about it. Go join the others."

The hybrid hermaphrodites and women awkwardly greeted one another in their new bodies. Two of the newly-changed women (formerly Brian and Soren, now Brianna and Soraya) tried and failed to retain their masculine demeanor. After taunts and teases from the hermaphrodites, the flexing women giggled along with the group, and eased naturally into stances befitting their gender.

"Why are you so fucking stubborn?" I asked Adrianna as we watched the hermaphrodites and the women laughing and joking, "They've accepted their new selves."

"They still hate you. They're just happy to be alive."

"You're projecting."

"You killed their brothers and sisters in arms before their eyes, then you raped them." Adrianna laughed bitterly, "I don't need to project to know what they really think of you."

"The violence of war is impersonal, and I rather think I seduced them."

Adrianna snorted derisively. "You're delusional."

"If they were still high-elf rangers, I'd wager that you'd be right. But they have been reborn, as have you." I eyed her, "Perhaps I am delusional, Adrianna, but at least I know what I am."

Adrianna watched the socializing hybrids with a fixed disapproving frown. Though they had formed a tight circle, I could see the way they pared themselves. Alexa and Faltia were sharing smiles, Brianna had her weight shifted on one hip as she talked with Eva, and Keira was nearly touching nipples with Soraya. Furia was left the odd girl out, staring at the ground and laughing awkwardly with the rest of the group when they laughed. She crossed her arms over her breasts and looked around uncomfortably, then her eyes connected with Adrianna's, and she smiled shyly. If it were not for my keen elven eyes, I might've missed the way Adrianna's mouth twitched at the corner.

"What's her name again?" I mused airily, looking side-eyed at Adrianna, "The one with the third leg."

"Furia Augustinia, private first-class."

"Furia..." I let the name draw out, "I think I'll keep her for myself. I could use a new toy."

"You don't think I know what you're doing?" Adrianna growled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I smiled slyly.

Adrianna's face grew red. She set her jaw and watched Furia with practiced implacability.

I rolled my eyes. "Good god, Adrianna, do I have to spell it out for you?"

"She's my subordinate, it would be unprofes-"

"Holy fuck! You. Are. Not. Rangers. Anymore!" I yelled, "Just talk to her! If you don't, I'm going to fuck her every day and make you watch!"

"Fine," Adrianna said as she walked away from me, "I'll do it for her sake."

"Sure." I smirked.

I watched giddily as Adrianna approached the lonely hermaphrodite. Furia looked up at her, and smiled. Then they were laughing and chattering away, their weight shifting from hip to hip, the distance between them shrinking as the conversation went on. It was so fucking adorable. I turned to the person beside me, and grinned. My smile faded. There was no one there. No Prestira, no Patricia, no Elena. When I turned back to the creatures I had created, none of them met my eyes. They were almost like my children to me, these hybrids, and yet I knew Adrianna had been right about them. No, they wouldn't hate me as she had said, but they would also never love me. Their bond would be with one another, friends and lovers forged by the memories of their past selves and the common experience of their new lives. I had created them, but I was simply a force of nature, something that diverted the course of their lives, but not something that flowed with them down the stream. And as I watched Adrianna, I felt something I hadn't known since I'd transformed. Jealousy. But that was just the surface emotion, something far more palatable than the truth that lied beneath. Loneliness. I was Brock's queen, Zander's destiny, and Arbor's ally, but no one's friend.

"What are you going to do with her?" Arbor asked as she stepped to my side.