Queen Yavara Ch. 27

"Come again?"

"Men or women?" Ternias asked simply. He rang a bell beside the threshold, and two dawn-elves emerged from the other side of the room. They were both in their late teens, their olive complexion painted over nubile bodies, their long scarlet hair tucked behind their pointed ears. One was a boy of modest build, his body supple and lean; the other was a girl of slender proportions, her smooth complexion equally soft. They were both topless, only a velvet cloth to keep their modesty. They both had gold chokers wrapping their elegant necks.

"My lord Ternias, slavery is quite illegal in the Highlands."

"Is it?" Ternias laughed, "Maybe someone should arrest me then. Elena, this is Lilith, and her brother, Mateo. Mateo, Lilith, this is Elena."

They each bowed, their faces cast downward demurely, their hands laced before them. I walked around them, examining each carefully, looking for signs of abuse. There weren't any. I feared that these elves were more slaves of the mind than of shackles. I doubted they'd known anything else their whole lives. I caressed the tantalizing shadow of Lilith's spine, and she shivered in anticipation, a small whimper escaping her lush, dark lips. I did the same with Mateo, and he reacted almost identically to his sister. It stirred something in me to see such vulnerability in a boy. His face was hairless and angular, his features so fair they were pretty, the androgyny only exaggerated by the way his long scarlet hair flowed over his delicate shoulders, the tips tickling his flat boyish chest.

"I think I'll have... both." I said airily, filling my hands with their asses. They both hissed in desire, their nubile bodies bowing into my touch as I squeezed tighter. I looked between them at their master, "If that's alright with you."

"That's more than alright." Ternias said, easing himself into a wicker chair.

"You won't join us?" I raised a brow, "So I got all dolled up for nothing?"

"I fear my participation would only mar the masterpiece." Ternias poured himself another glass of wine, and regarded me, "I have read extensively of Alkandra's history since the return of the Dark Queen. It is said that the dark-elves' beauty rivalled the fairest princesses, and their prowess in the arts of lust was unearthly. Voyeurs would travel hundreds of miles just to stand audience in the Dark Queen's court, and witness the way she and her daughters bestrode the beasts of Alkandra."

Mateo and Lilith moved on me, their touch as light as a feather's as they undid the lacing of my dress. My breasts burst from the red bodice, and I guided both scarlet-haired beauties to suckle from me. I pressed Mateo against me, and felt his stiff cock against my thigh. I pressed Lilith to my other side, and she felt my stiffness against her own leg. She gasped, pulling away from me to stare with mouth agape at the bulge in my skirt. Then she blushed furiously, and began to apologize.

"Don't." I smiled, pressing my finger to her pouty lips. She regained herself, and wrapped those lips around my digit. I pressed Mateo's face deeper to my breast, feeling his muzzle smoosh around the molding fat of my bronze dome, his lips nursing so tenderly. I reached down and caressed him beneath his loin cloth, gently running my fingers against his testicles and shaft. Both were bound by a metallic ring, causing the sensitive flesh to bulge around the constraint. He shivered when I touched the area around it, his modest cock leaking its desire onto my palm. I pulled him from my breast, and tasted his kiss. Oh, he was submissive, nearly feminine in his liquid movements, but the pathetic thing in my hand was a masculine tool, and he moaned in my mouth each time I squeezed it. I withdrew from the kiss, smiling possessively at the boy, taking my finger from his sister's mouth to caress his clean-shaven face.

"You know what I want, don't you Mateo?" I whispered.

"Yes, Mistress." He said, such a soft voice for a man. He descended me, his big emerald eyes watching from beneath his scarlet mane as he took the hem of my dress, and rolled it up until my cock sprung hard and leaking from it. He grasped it with the lightest touch, then opened his mouth around my tip, and took me in. I closed my eyes, and marveled at the wet tenderness of his tongue, the hot suction of his lips, the coiling embrace of his throat. With grace, I lowered myself to my knees, and guided Lilith behind me. I felt her little fingers delicately pry my cheeks apart, then I felt her little tongue slither into my leaking slit. She joined her brother between my legs, and the siblings began consuming the parts they were the most intimately familiar with. I rocked between them, my hands entangled in their hair, my dress becoming dark with the perspiration of pleasure. With each thrust forward, I slowly pushed myself down Mateo's throat as I stared into his subservient gaze, his lips so succulent against the base of my cock. With each push back, my spine arched to press my nethers into Lilith, and I looked over my shoulder to see her emerald eyes twinkling as she tasted the ovule of my flower, the point of her narrow nose pressing pleasantly into the center of my anus. I tilted my face toward the ceiling, sounding a hedonistic growl as I indulged in the sibling depravity, the wet heat of their mouths working so pleasantly upon my lewd options. I leveled my gaze on Ternias to see him examining me like a work of art, not attending to the erection that bulged from his pants.

"What do you want of me?" I hissed at him.

"I have a proposition that I believe will suit both mine and Yavara's purposes."

"And that is?"

"Kill the queen, kill her husband, and kill their unborn child."

I actually laughed. "So that you can capture me, mute me, and put me to the rack before the wrathful masses? If you want to kill two birds with one stone, I suggest you find another rock."

Ternias shrugged. "Can you blame a man for trying?"

"I can, actually. Even Leveria didn't ask me to kill you, and I would make such a perfect scapegoat for your assassination. If you don't show me the same respect she does, then you can show me the door."

"My apologies, Miss Straltaira. I only thought to appeal to the direct nature of your ranger background. Glendian gave me a poor account of your character; I see you play a subtle game as well." Ternias took a sip of wine, "While you were in transit to Ternianas, I received a message by mirror from one of my generals in the army. One of the few generals left, anyway. There was a vampire raid early this morning, and we lost fifty-three commanding officers. The army has been thrown into utter chaos."

I chuckled as I brought Mateo against my groin. "You're a civilian, Lord Ternias, so I forgive you for not knowing this, but there's a thing called 'rank' in the military. When one man falls, the next man takes his place. Fifty-three deaths cannot cripple an army of eighty-thousand."

"Yes, well the army was stirred up a bit last week. It's my fault, really; my military influence is sparse at best, and I wanted to weaken Leveria's as much as I could before I made my move. If I'd done it myself, we wouldn't be in this mess, but I'd used the good Lady Jonias as my pawn, and Leveria turned her into a rook before I could counter. Catherine Jonias, bless her sweet heart, is an idiot, and so military rank-and-file was absolutely decimated. It will take weeks to repair."

The pulling in my loins intensified, and I had to force myself from Mateo's mouth before I emptied myself into it. He coyly licked the cum that bubbled from my tip, awaiting my next desire. I guided him to turn around, and lie on his belly. He rocked back on his knees, and his cheeks spread before me, the olive flesh darkening along the crack, but his aperture surrounded by bright pink skin, hairless and coiled tightly. He looked back at me with eyes full of vulnerability, biting his lip in anticipation. I grinned at him, and brought my lips to his anus. He gasped, his knees sliding apart on the tile floor, the arch of his back deepening. My tongue pushed through his fleshy resistance and burrowed into his tight channel, lathering his smooth bore with my spit, tasting the decadent tang of his filth. Behind me, Lilith transitioned to my ass, wrapping her lips and sucking as her tongue outlined my spokes. I quivered in delight, and brought my hands together between her brother's legs. With one hand, I gently massaged Mateo's testicles, and with the other, I milked his stiff cock. My grip twisted down his length, pulling on his cock-ring to send the pressure surging to his tip. He groaned in pleasure, shimming his hips in a way a man never should, his toned backside clenching around my consuming mouth. When he was ready, I planted a final kiss, leaving a red print of my lipstick around his swollen, winking anus, and rose languorously to face Ternias once again.

"So," I said breathily, "that's why you didn't kill me with Glendian. The outcome of the war is no longer certain, and all your carefully laid plans are crashing down."

"Everyone's plans are. You and Leveria's ruse of a rebellion won't hold up once Wentz learns that Yavara has gained the allegiance of the Ten."

I laughed. "I wish I could say I was party to that ruse, Lord Ternias. That 'performance' was me trying my best to represent Yavara."

His brows raised a fraction. "I'm surprised Leveria let you live after such a betrayal. Why would she do that?"

I grinned wickedly at him. "Let me show you." I pressed my tip against Mateo's tight aperture, slowly increasing the force as his pelvic floor bowed inward with tension, the flesh growing taut. Then it loosed, his taint relaxing into place as his resistance gave way, and I penetrated a man for the first time. He moaned with me, his rim clinging to my shaft, his channel squeezing me into his vile heat, welcoming me. I gripped his supple glutes and spread him to see the full extent of his violation, enjoying the sight of me disappearing into his pink center. I met resistance halfway in, and he whimpered pathetically, his shoulder-blades jutting from his back.

I guided his sister out from behind me, then took Mateo by the hips, and gracefully pulled him into a seated position atop me. He cried out, his arms straight and rigid as he held himself up by my knees, the last few inches of my cock throbbing beneath his spread buttocks. I cooed soothingly into his ear, petting his leaking phallus with gentle fingers, stirring his rectum with sensual motions of my hips. Lilith crawled to his front, and rose to meet her brother. She kissed him sweetly on the lips, a sisterly peck that would've looked innocuous from the shoulders up. Then she smiled against his mouth, and their kiss devolved into a lecherous consumption of tongues. They had crossed the forbidden line long ago. She descended his body, then took his cock from my hands, and devoured it to the hilt. Mateo's body turned languid, the comforting nature of our lust sapping his strength. He eased down my shaft until his olive cheeks pillowed against my crotch, and I was buried all the way inside him. I kissed him on the shoulder, then the neck. I turned his face to mine, and slithered my tongue into his mouth. I was dominating, yes, but I was so gentle with the boy. When I thrusted into him, it was with long, slow motions, letting him acclimate to every inch of me, letting him enjoy the contours of my cock as it pierced him, as I violated the most intimate places within. But so tenderly, so maternally. Each thrust turned his stiff posture into a languorous sprawl until his legs splayed outside mine, and he was arching his back in pleasure, pushing his plump ass against me and clenching from within.

I guided Lilith to cease her suckling, and bend over before her brother. She looked back with expectant emerald eyes while I moved to my knees with Mateo, our homosexual joining like an intimate dance of swaying hips and locked lips, his neck craning to receive my kiss still. I grabbed his ringed cock, positioned it against his sister's slit, and thrusted. She cried out, a sound of relief and ecstasy alike. She moved against her brother in a practiced manner, but it was I who controlled his love. I drove into him harder, and harder, and harder; mingling roughness with sensuality, compelling his hips as though they were my own. I saw the shock on her face, her mouth falling into an oval, her eyes widening. Then I saw the awe dawn across her portrait, her brow knitting, her agape mouth quirking into smiling corners. Mateo cried out with each penetration, his asshole trained for me now, garnering no pain from my sudden impacts and deep insertions, but only a pleasure that made his prostate churn with delight against my shaft, compelling him to clench around me, compelling him to move like the little faggot he was to take me deeper. And Lilith, so coy and timid before, now showed me the brother-fucking slut she truly was, her body undulating to meet his thrusts, her back bowing in hedonistic splendor as her olive-toned ass jiggled to our fervent rhythm. Faster and faster we went, out flesh glistening with exertion, our contact becoming slippering. Mateo began crying out with each thrust, his lightly-muscled shoulders tensing, his neck striating. Lilith spun around on his member to press herself front-to-front with him, and we kissed over his shoulder as we assaulted him from both sides, making him a captive of our feminine curves, squishing busts and writhing hips. The boiling in my loins reached the point of no return, and I grabbed Mateo by the hair and railed into his shithole until his eyes were rolling back, his prostate churning in pulsations of release. Lilith hyperventilated against her brother's chest as she ascended with him, and at once, we surged into a final motion, ending in a paralysis of incalculable tension with every muscle fiber standing on end, enraptured by the ecstasy coursing through us. Then I emptied myself into Mateo's rectum, and he did the same into Lilith's pussy, and we folded atop one another in a heaving mass of release.

With the torpidity and fluidity of a basking snake, I slithered into the sibling pile, parted Lilith's legs, and sucked the nectar from her flower. Oh, dawn-elf was absolutely decadent, and my eyes rolled in satisfaction as Lilith sounded her whimpers. Then I withdrew myself from her brother's ass, grabbed her by the hair, and made her taste the seed that flowed freely from his gape. Mateo lied on his back and grabbed his legs to allow her better access, and my eyes fell to the wilting organ in his lap, the flesh swollen and thin about the golden ring. I licked my lips, and tasted a man from the source for the first time. I put to practice the things Leveria had taught me, and with my lecherous instincts running the show, I soon had the young dawn-elf writhing in the floor with all four inches of him nestled on the flat of my tongue, my throat coaxing his tip until it spewed without pressure down my throat. Lilith's tongue tortured his prostate with gradual back-and-forth motions, emptying what was left onto my wanting palate. I withdrew with smiling suction, quite pleased with myself, and the worshipful look on Mateo's face. It made me somewhat nostalgic for my own slaves, of whose fate I did not know.

"Thank you." I whispered to both of them.

"No, Mistress, thank you." Mateo whispered back, his eyes full of satisfaction. Lilith gave a concurrent nod, her cheeks flushed in contentment. I kissed each, then bid them to leave. Mateo walked away with a slight limp in his step.

The sound of clapping hands reminded me that I'd had an audience. "Bravo!" Ternias exclaimed, "Absolutely magnificent!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed the show, my lord," I replied, wiping my lips, "but I'm not so weak as to be swayed by flesh. I would speak candidly now."

"Of course." Ternias scratched at his chin, "I suspect Leveria's put two-and-two together by now, and realized that Wentz is working with me."

I didn't respond.

Ternias laughed. "By 'suspect' I mean that it's an absolute certainty, but keep your secrets, Elena."

I slid into the pool, and began washing the sex from my body. "Leveria could only raise such an army so quickly if she had the full support and resources of the Noble Court. You are the voice of the Noble Court, Lord Ternias, and Wentz was ignorant of the army. You intended to betray Dreus in the end."

"Dreus's backing of Yavara was a betrayal against me. He sought an alternative route to achieve his goals, one that would not necessitate me on the throne. Thus, I was forced to vote in favor of removing Dreus's alternative route."

I frowned as the picture became clearer. "Lord Ternias, how much did it cost to raise the Highland army so quickly?"

"Everything. The coffers of every noble house are empty, and the Royal Bank of Bentius guards nothing. The wealth of our entire nation is marching toward the Tundra."

"And now Yavara has delayed your army for a fortnight at least, and in that time, she will raise a force that can challenge yours on the field. All she needs to do is stalemate the first engagement, entrench, and wait. Then Dreus will have enough confidence to fully back her financially while he cuts away at the Highlands with tariffs. Eventually, you won't be able to pay your soldiers." I dipped my head in the water, and flung my hair back from my face. "The best outcome you could hope for is economic collapse."

"And the worst is an invasion."

"Yavara would never invade."

"So you say."

"You think I'm trying to deceive you?"

"I doubt that Yavara, former princess of the Highlands, former pride and joy of the entire kingdom, harbors any hatred for her former people, but those beneath her harbor a thousand years of it, and a ruler must bend to the will of her people, or she will not be a ruler for long."

"Leveria said the same thing, and I didn't buy it then." I stepped from the pool, the water dripping from my bronze form. "Now, tell me what you want, or I will leave without another word."

He admired the nudity I displayed, then looked me in the eyes. "If we don't win the coming battle, if things play out as I fear they might, this nation will be on the brink of catastrophe. Leveria will know her position is threatened, so she will entrench herself with those loyal to her: Lord Shordian, Lord Droughtius, Lady Straltaira, and Lord Xantian. I want you to convince them to support me."

I laughed. "And you think I can do that?"

He flashed his winning smile. "I know you can. I know the Noble Court better than anyone. When you stepped onto the floor three days ago, every nobleman and woman was transfixed by you. A woman of such exotic beauty, mystique, intelligence and danger is a rare thing, but combine that with the dark-elf's terrible attraction and the noble blood in your veins, and you have a combination that could make you the most powerful person in that court."

I was flattered, I couldn't deny it. "And what will you offer me in return?"

"Your mother's safety, and your freedom."

"I need more than that. If the battle is not won, you will help me push for peace in the Noble Court."

"You know I can't." Ternias sighed. "As I said before, a ruler must bend to the will of his people, or he will not be a ruler for long. I have very powerful people, Elena, and I cannot betray them."

"Your coconspirators in court. You promised them more territory in the Midlands than Leveria was offering. If you don't keep your promise, they'll defect."

"It's not just greed that compels them. They won't care much for Midland territories if they think the Dark Queen will invade, and they will never trust her words of peace."

I nodded. "What if I were to convince them?"