Queen Yavara Ch. 29

"No homo, bro." She grinned deviously, then opened her mouth, and took me in.

ADRIANNA

The sound of our roommates' lust echoed throughout the hut when Furia and I entered it, a chorus of moans, cries, and laughs that nearly sounded demonic against the clay walls. We collapsed on the bed and stripped each other with a fervency, our fingers shaking in our need to feel the other's bare flesh. Our kiss only broke to pull our shirts overhead, then we reconnected lips as we fumbled with each other's belts.

"You're going to have to walk me through this." Furia laughed breathily, her face inches above my own.

"You think I know what I'm doing?" I laughed. God, I was nervous. "I'm as much a virgin as you are now."

"Foreplay then; foreplay is key for first-timers."

"You don't want to just get it over with?"

"Is there a rush?" She stopped me from pulling off her belt, "Adrianna, are you alright?"

I shook my head, my entire body palsying. "I've got to be honest with you, I'm nervous as hell right now."

Furia took my hands in hers, and rested them on her bare breasts. She let go of my hands, and gently cupped my own breasts, her thumbs softly rolling my nipples until they stood hard and moist, little tingles permeating into my chest, putting me in a trance. "We have all the time in the world." She said softly, "I want you to know all of me, inside and out. Explore me, and find yourself."

I took in one breath, then another, and let them both out through my nose. I felt the anxiety ebb from me, and the clarity of mind return. I squeezed Furia's breasts, and heard the sweet sound of her gasp. I guided her hands from my chest, and leaned into hers. I took one pink nipple into my mouth, and drew sensually from it, tonguing the node between my lips as I rotated my pressing muzzle. She whimpered melodically, running inexperienced fingers through my hair, exploring me to find herself. I kissed my way down her belly, savoring its silken expanse, marveling at her navel with my tongue, dipping and lathering it with an expertness born from decades of practice.

"Do you feel how I did that?" I whispered, looking up at her.

"Yeah."

"That's how you please a woman." I said, and rotated about her belly, planting my knees below her armpits, and easing my ass down. I felt her excited little fingers tug on my waistband, fumbling to slide the garment off my hips. I turned back, and eyed the bulge in the inseam before me. My steady fingers undid the clasp of her belt buckle, and she lifted herself up from the bed so that I could guide her pants to her off. Something hit me in the chin. I pulled away, and gawked at the pulsating rod that stared back at me. It was smooth and vascular, aggressive and sensitive, long and thick. My mouth watered at the sight of it, the smell of it, the heat of it. My mind reeled in terror, the last bit of Thomas Adarian fighting for his very survival.

Furia's voice piqued. "If you don't want to..."

"I want to," I smiled back at her, "I'm just... I'm afraid I won't be any good at it."

"I've only done it once, but the nymph I pleasured seemed to think I was quite good. It's not hard," Furia placed a gentle finger on my lower lip. "You just open this pretty little mouth," she traced my lips, "wrap these pretty little lips around my cock," she pushed her finger between my pursed lips, and whispered, "and suck."

I took her by the wrist, and slowly drew her finger out, wetting the digit with my caressing tongue until the tip popped free. "Just like that?" I whispered.

"Just like that." She smiled, her eyes twinkling in the lunar light, ravenous and wanting. My spine prickled to see her avaricious desire of me, and a chill ran through me nearly like the thrill before a battle. I turned back and tilted my head downward. A cascade of saliva poured from my lower lip, and splashed onto her tip. I hadn't realized I'd hungered so. My spit ran in thick bubbling rivulets down the sides of her cock, glistening her pristine length like icing. I splayed my hands about her thighs, guiding them apart as she kicked off her pants. Her manhood curved backward with new engorgement, throbbing so violently that it seemed near to bursting. This was it. This was the moment where I would choose. Fight the unwinnable battle to the bitter end, or succumb to the sweetest of surrenders? Yavara. April. Furia. Adarian. Adrianna.

I felt something. Heat, wetness, softness. In my concentration, I hadn't realized that Furia had pulled my pants to my knees. Now I realized it. Oh, did I realize it. Her breath caressed my sex, her lips brushed my folds, and her curious little tongue parted them, and invaded my virgin insides. I was paralyzed, my entire being hinging on the exploratory tip of her tongue as it traversed me from clit to taint, then moved back in, testing every surface until she found... she found... oh god! I followed the trail of saliva that strung from my lower lip, and wrapped my mouth around Furia's head. She groaned, and I did as well, surrendering to what I truly was, the woman, this species, this soul of dark desires and shameless revelry. This whore. Slowly, covetously, I sucked my way down Furia's cock, curling my tongue around her to taste all that I could, slurping to saturate my mouth with her decadent flavor. I slid down her shaft until I felt her tip pressing against the resistance of my throat, and then I took her deeper. I knew I could do it; I didn't even pause. Furia went rigid with shock as I closed my esophagus around the first few inches of her, burying her into my neck, feeling her throb and pulse against my tremoring gullet. My lips smooshed against her base, and the tip of my nose pressed into the wet feminine slit below her masculine organ. I inhaled, and my pupils dilated with primal carnality as her scent inundated my sinuses. I rotated my lips, and drew upward, sucking so voraciously that my muzzle stretched from my face, caressing her with my tongue the whole way up.

"Oh my god!" Furia sobbed. I looked over my shoulder to see that she had her face buried in her hands, her duties to me forgotten. My chest swelled with pride, and I twerked suggestively, rubbing my leaking pussy against the backs of her hands to remind her of her duties. She removed her hands from her face, revealing an expression of abject awe. I closed one eye in a lecherous wink, and recommenced my meal.

Her thumbs parted the lips of my sex, and she kissed me sensually. My back arched in hedonistic splendor, molding our bellies together, pillowing our breasts upon each other's pelvises. I guided her with minute motion of my hips, and she responded without pause, knowing the language of lust like we were born with it. I suppose we were reborn with it. Soon, all trepidation was gone, and we were devouring each other with a long, sloppy motions, our saliva coating and pooling, our fluids leaking and smearing. I reached beneath her and filled my hands with her succulent ass, bringing her upward, guiding her to thrust against my face as I took her over and over. She orchestrated the rolling of my hips with her hands, feasting gluttonously upon my insides until I was fluttering with contractions, each one more intense than the last, each one building and building until it was a cascade of sensation, and I was pulled into the current! I mewled muffled tones, sucking her with a desperation, this whore that I was, this baseless slut who only wanted to taste the forbidden nectar at the precipice of sensation, oh god give it to me, Furia! I snaked a hand between her legs, invaded her soft netherlips with two fingers, and searched her tight wet heat until my digits pressed against her back wall, and rubbed her internal masculine organ from the membrane of her feminine channel.

She cried out into my depths, sounding her ecstasy as she delivered mine with her tongue, thrusting her pelvis to the compulsions of her throbbing cock. I gagged and gurgled around her, passing the seal of my lips up and down her length, burying her into my throat over and over until she was crying out, thrashing against my nethers in a fit of ecstasy. The tension within me wound tighter with every second, escalating past my control, building, and building, and building! With a gurgling scream, I came, and so did she. She burst into my mouth as I burst within, a sudden release of pressure that sent my back diving into an arch. My thighs trembled, my belly convulsed, my entire being seemed to be wracked with palsies that permeated from my core, each one better than the last. I drank gluttonously from her nectar, passing my lips over her pulsating shaft until she was empty, and her sonorous voice waned. Then, when I could control myself, I slithered down her body, turned around, and slithered back up. She was waiting for me, her lips parted and expectant, a sheen of my expelled lust surrounding them. I placed a tender hand behind her head, and brought her into my kiss. I tasted my orgasm on her tongue, and passed a mouthful of seed between our lips. She smiled against me when she realized what I'd done, and deepened the kiss, her cock growing even harder between our pressing pelvises.

She parted, a cord of fluid bridging our lips. "That was disgusting." She whispered.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She grinned up at me, "I guess I like disgusting."

I wrinkled my nose at her. "I thought you might."

She collected the cord between our mouths on her finger, then sucked it clean. "You lied to me." She muttered.

I raised my brows. "About what?"

"You said you weren't gay, and that might've been true," she quirked her lips into a smile, "but there's no way that was the first time you sucked a dick."

"Was too!" I giggled, and raised my hand. "On my ranger honor, that was my first time."

"But... how?!"

"Instinct, I guess." I smiled, tracing her lips with the tips of my fingers, "How did you learn to eat pussy like that?"

"Instinct, I guess." She smiled back, taking my hands in hers, and licking between my fingers, "Was that enough foreplay for you, Governess Adrianna?"

I eased myself upright and backward, and Furia's cock rose with me, standing tall and rigid against me, so long that the tip was level with my navel, so thick that it touched the insides of both my thighs. It looked like it would split me if I tried to put it inside, but I was a glutton, and my hunger was insatiable. I slid my dripping pussy across her shaft, pressing it onto her pelvis and grinding along it, staring down at her with an expression of sexual vulnerability that I'd never shown before, a need to have things done to me, to be the victim of another's desires. Whatever Furia's darkest wish was, I wanted her to do it to me. I raised myself, reaching down to guide her tip through my folds, watching her brow furrow in need as her hard heat parted my tender petals. I stopped when she centered me, and I uncurled my fingers from her shaft. She slid her palms up my thighs, her touch worshipful as it came around me to grip the pliant rolls that formed at my backside. I teetered on the brink for an eternal second, then I took one breath, then another, and let myself drop.

SORAYA

"Take it, you fucking whore!" Eva screamed, her pelvis slapping furiously against my ass, her cock piercing my ruined virginity over and over, relentlessly breaking me open as I squealed against the pillow she'd forced me to bite. My arms were crossed beneath me, as I'd been forced onto my belly with my wrists tied to the bedposts, and so my legs were awkwardly crossed behind me as well. It was so constricting. It was so freeing.

Eva took a grip of my hair, and wrenched my head back, forcing me to gaze at her with an inverted portrait. I could imagine how debased I looked with two loads of her cum already splattered across my face, my hair a disheveled, crusted mess. "Did I say you could look at me?!" She snarled, and sent a vicious slap across my ass.

I squealed, the wonderful stings traveling deep into me, tickling the simmering in my nethers, tipping it to a boil. "No Domina!" I cried, my voice full of breath.

She sent another slap across my ass, sending a ripple up the fat of my flank. "Did I say you could talk, whore?!"

"No Domina!" I screamed, enraptured by the boiling within me, the third orgasm in just an hour, and even greater than the other two.

"Bad little whores get punished!" She growled in my ear, the threat in her voice like a lover's whisper to me, and me, the masochistic whore I could not deny, I stared at her from the tops of my subservient eyes, and begged her to punish me. She grabbed the bedsheets, crammed them between my teeth, and railed into me with all she had left, her body glistening with sweat, her face a manic portrait of bulging eyes, snarling lips, and strands of platinum hair hanging over it all. The most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I was trapped in my position of crossed limbs, forced to take everything without resistance, unable to bend to the whims of my body, unable to expel the ecstasy that sloshed in my nethers, that boiled and roiled, and churned my insides into a mess until I was screaming against the binds, a servant of her brutality, a whore of her degradation, a slave of her sensations. She thrusted five final times, each one like she was trying to split me down the middle, each sudden impact reverberating to my very core. With a final plunge, she screamed, and emptied herself inside me.

ALEXA

I finished the last of my thrusts, my body quivering with aftershocks of orgasm. Faltia trembled beneath me, her chin tilted back, her lips peeled to reveal her bared teeth as she endured her fifth climax. The motions of our perverse joining sounded a symphony of squelches, hot viscous nectar spilling out with each pump of my hips. With a groan, I collapsed atop her, my cock still hard within her tight sheath, but my body spent of all energy.

"There," I panted against her neck, "requisition order filled, Ma'am."

"Well done, Sergeant." Faltia whispered, licking her lips with her eyes closed, "You've earned your promotion."

"I think I deserve a medal for that performance."

She answered with a concurring laugh, her voice full of satisfied exhaustion. When she turned to face me, her sea-blue eyes were lidded heavily, watching me with the ease of great familiarity. "Was I good?" She asked.

"You were amazing." I smiled back.

She actually blushed a little. "Yavara was right, you know."

"About...?"

"Making love as a woman is so much better."

I snorted. "Funny, I was just thinking the opposite." I moved inside her, savoring the way her tender insides molded around me, welcoming me, beckoning me deeper into her tightest places.

She moaned softly, drawing her hands along my back, her fingertips alighting the nerves along my spine. Her hands came together at my tailbone, then parted. "At Castle Thorum, your promotion would make you a junior officer," she clasped my hand, "and so you'd be honored with an officer's ring." I felt something slip down my ring finger. I brought my hand between us, staring disbelievingly at the twin-crested emerald that now bejeweled my finger.

"You can't give this to me!" I gasped.

"I'm not captain of E Company anymore; I'm the Alkandran watch commander." She kissed my laden finger, "I don't have a medal to give you, so this must suffice."

I admired the emerald, angling my finger to see how it caught the dim light. "An officer's ring goes on your forefinger." I mused, pulling the ring off.

She stopped me. When I looked at her with a questioning smile, there was nothing there that belied a joke. Her face was cast gravely in the moonlight, her sea-blue eyes brimming, her brow knitted in a silent plea. I blinked. I blinked again. I blinked a third time, and tears flowed from the corners of my eyes.

"Officers don't cry, Alexa." Faltia hissed, though her cheeks glistened with rivulets, "Will you accept this promotion?"

"Yes!" I broke between a laugh and a sob, and pulled her into my kiss once again.

BRIANNA

The residual cocaine dripped in my sinuses, but the effects had subsided. I lounged beside Kiera, the sound of crackling embers and the glow of a pipe cherry accompanying the smell of weed. She blew out a thick cloud, then handed me the pipe.

"I really like having a penis." She mused airily.

"I really like that you have a penis." I smiled, taking a deep inhale.

She turned to me, her bright blue eyes rimmed red, lidded and puffy with narcotic lethargy. "Do you miss yours?"

I watched the smoke billow from my lips, "You'd think I would; it was such a part of my identity, but the truth is, I can hardly remember what it felt like to have one. It's like... I don't know... it's like you can't really remember how it was to be a kid. You have the memories, but you're looking at them from your current perspective, you know?"

"Yeah," she muttered, taking the pipe from my hand, "I feel the same way." She paused thoughtfully, "That's how I feel about my life as a high-elf. All that shit I used to worry about, all that anxiety, it's gone now. It's like I was a kid then, and now I wonder why I let that shit bother me."

I laughed. "Exactly! All those little cages we put ourselves in are gone! We can do anything!"

She giggled with me, rolling so that her soft body molded to my side, her half-hard cock laying across my waist. "I'm starting to think Yavara didn't just bring us here to properly zone housing and pave roads. The old Alkandra wasn't a kingdom; it was anarchy with borders, and the Dark Queen and her daughters ruled by being the most debauched of them all." Kiera grinned, "Yavara wants us to get the party started."

I shook my head. "Then why the hell would she pick fucking Commander Adarian to start it? Can you think of a worse person?"

Kiera raised her brows. "You mean the Commander Adarian who's been fucking a fox-girl on the downlow this whole time?"

"I mean the Commander Adarian who had your roommate flogged for possessing a glass pipe."

"She's changed, Brianna."

I snorted. "She smashed a sword against someone's head today because they called her a name. Come on, Kiera, we've been with her for three days now, and she's still the same Commander Adarian she always was, just with nice tits and a sweet ass. She didn't change like we did."

"Oh my god, Furia, fuck me like the filthy slut I am! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Cried a voice from across the hut.

Kiera grinned at me, and took a victorious pull from her glass pipe.

FURIA

Adrianna had cried out in pain when she'd broken her virginity around me. I was somewhat ashamed that I couldn't comfort her when it happened, but I was too encompassed by the sensation of her slick walls clenching around me, pulling me deeper into her, wrapping my cock in her hot sheath and squeezing with her pained contractions.

"You're so tight!" I moaned, gripping her ass with white-knuckled intensity, holding back the surge of pressure that had lanced through my loins.

She was rigid atop me, staring down at joining of our parts, watching a dribble of scarlet flow from her, and pool onto my crotch. I eased my grip on her, and drew my hands gently along her waist. "Are you OK?"

She swallowed, her eyes bulging, her breaths rapid and sharp through her nose.

"Adrianna?"

She blinked, letting a single pained tear fall from her thick lashes. Her breathing eased, her diaphragm relaxed, her generous breasts bobbed gently from her chest. Finally, she looked at me, her blue eyes topping her whites, her hair hanging before her brow. "So," she said breathily, "this is what it feels like."

"Does it feel good?"

The strands of near-white hair moved in pendular motion before her face, flickering across her eyes. "It's amazing." She whispered.