Queen Yavara Ch. 30

"There," I smiled, "now you look like an Alkandran. You know, it was Alkandi herself who made these outfits standard for Alkandran women, and the tribeswomen have carried that tradition for a thousand years."

Furia pulled at the strap that held her bronze globes high on her chest. "It's like she tried to cover as little as possible."

"I suspect that was the idea." I chuckled, then gestured to her loincloth, "You have that on wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"Let me show you." I kept my face clinical as I squatted before the hybrid elf, and unveiled her gift. "There's the loop in the back, you see," I guided Furia's legs apart, and reached between them. Yes, she was just like Elena, for I could feel the heat of her second sex against my upturned wrist. But unlike Elena, she stood static and unsure of the situation as I looped her loincloth to her waistband, and secured it with a tug. "There," I said, looking up at her, "now everything's nice and snug," I pushed the cloth against her tailbone, then deftly tied the knot, "so that nothing comes out." I withdrew my hand between her legs. "Let me just make sure..." I whispered, pushing the cloth against her hot anus, navigating it between her soft folds, and gliding it along the rising length of her shaft, "...that everything is where it should be." I finished the motion with a curl of my finger, flicking the tip of her stiff cock. "Comfortable?" I smiled up at her.

"It's a little tight now." She muttered, her brows knitted together.

"I can fix that."

She bit on her lip, reaching a trepid hand out to rest upon my head, snaking her delicate fingers through my braids. "I can't do this. I'm taken."

I grinned, displaying the tattooed wedding band on my ring finger. "So am I."

She looked at her hand confusedly, as though she couldn't comprehend why it brought me to her crotch. "Certiok, I can't do this to Adrianna!"

"You can leave anytime, Furia." I grasped her cock through her loincloth, and massaged it in my palm.

"Please..." She whispered, though her fingers now gripped my head with iron strength, her bronze globes heaving within the bind of her thin bodice. Such confusion on her face, such delicious conflict.

"Furia," I whispered, "such a pretty name for such a pretty girl, but this thing you have here, it's grotesque and brutish, not at all fitting your innocent little persona. What an alluring dichotomy."

"Please stop!" She gasped.

I grinned. "They say a succubus can't be raped, that no matter what horrors you exhibit upon her, she will willingly open her legs, and you have succubus blood running thick in your veins." I drew my finger along her underside, and balanced her entire cock on the tip of it, "But there isn't a succubus alive who has one of these. Why can't you walk away from me, little elf-girl?"

"Incubus blood." Said a voice from the window. I turned to see Governess Adrianna watching us, her elbows propped on the windowsill. I grinned at her, and squeezed Furia's cock.

"Adrianna!" Furia cried, "I tried to... I couldn't... it's..."

"How old is this one, Adrianna?" I asked, "Old enough to be your child? Older than that kitsune whore Brock now uses as a toilet?"

Adrianna just chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "Was your father's blood yet washed of Brock's hands when you got on your knees for him?"

I snorted. "And now I stand as the most powerful woman in Alkandra."

"Is that so?"

"You had to come to me, Governess, so I would say it is."

Adrianna hoisted herself through the window, and strode over to us. I guided Furia against me with the lightest touch, her throbbing shaft pushing up against my face. "That's close enough, Governess." I hissed.

"Or what?" She narrowed her eyes, her fingers opening around the hilt of her sword. I didn't doubt that the former head-ranger outmatched me, for I'd seen with my own eyes the blinding quickness with which she could use a blade. Everyone had. It had been a wise show of force on her part.

"You've come because you need something from me." I said, "As acting tribe leader, I am entitled to a tithe from any outsider seeking my audience. Your young girlfriend will make a suitable offering, but of course, it is up to her."

"I'm sorry..." Furia blubbered to Adrianna, "I can't stop myself..."

Adrianna stopped ten feet away. "You should let go of her, Certiok."

"Why would I do that?" I grinned, reached into Furia's loincloth, and pulled out her weapon. I couldn't help but break my maleficent character to gaze wondrously at it. It was hairless, bronze and smooth, ornamented with thick branching veins, curving and leaking at its apex. It was without a doubt, the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. I smelled its length, and my mouth flooded with saliva. Oh, when a scent! I cornered my eyes on the woman that used to be Thomas Adarian, the most hated elf in the Great Forest, and I licked her captive lover's cock from base to tip.

"I'm sorry!" Furia cried again, the sound rich with anguish and desire.

Adrianna studied the situation, then took a step back, and sat on my bed. To my shock, she began to strip. "I wondered..." she soliloquized as she unbuttoned her shirt, "why it was Yavara could make hybrid elves when none of Alkandi's past incarnations could." I stared at her, but my tongue still worked Furia's shaft, too delicious to resist. "It puzzled me greatly," Adrianna continued, taking off her boots, "but then I saw Elena's succubus slaves, and the realization struck me. Yavara's mother had lain with an incubus." My lips opened on their own accord, wrapping around Furia's head, my tongue swirling to taste all it could. Adrianna pulled off her shirt, revealing her magnificent breasts, "When an incubus and succubus mate, one will be enslaved by the other. Since we already have succubus blood in our veins, Elena's victims never stood a chance. But why did we transform in the first place?"

"Certiok... please... stop..." Furia moaned, surrendering in all but her words. But I was just as trapped as she was, unable to cease the sensual motions of my mouth.

"An incubus's enslavement is like a virus that infects its host upon orgasm. It seems that Alkandi had some fun with the genetics at her disposal, for while in utero, she made Yavara's transformation a sexually-transmitted disease. Because succubi and dark-elves are universal females, the disease changes all elves to women, but if you're already a woman, then the incubus genetics take hold, and pervert your gender as only the Dark Queen would have it." Adrianna slid off her pants, exposing her thick legs and small pussy, "The effect seems to be amplified when the hermaphroditic hybrid is under duress. Are you feeling it, Certiok?" She strutted across the room, and wrapped an arm around her paramour. She grasped Furia's base, her fingertips hardly meeting, and she withdrew, revealing the nine inches of saliva-coated cock I'd somehow managed to get in my throat. "And as you can see," she chuckled, "the incubus gene is very, very, very pronounced in young Furia. And you've put her under so much stress, the poor girl."

"Give it back!" I almost wept in need.

Adrianna grinned at me, "And you sought to humiliate me, Certiok?" She stroked Furia possessively, her eyes downcast superiorly, looking at me with that old imperial hatred. I didn't know why it turned me on so much. "I would hear you beg, proud orc princess."

I giggled. "You think me proud, Governess? Perhaps when I must be, but when facing death or desire, pride has never touched my mind. I do whatever I need to survive, and I do whatever I need to get what I want."

"And what do you want?"

"In ancient Alkandra, the dark-elf descendants of Alkandi were the nobility. It will be the same in the new Alkandra; it already is. You hybrids stand in a class of your own, and your standing will only grow as our nations does. Your families will be the great houses of Alkandra, and you, the original eight, will be the oldest and greatest of them. With Elena dead, who is the most powerful dark-blood besides Yavara?" I pointed at Adrianna, "What a transition you've made, Ranger, from outpost commander to acting ruler of a nation, and all you had to do was open your legs. All I ask, is that you open them once more."

"What?"

"Trenok is coming back here in four days to escort the citizenry of the Ten, and then he will be off to war. But before he goes—"

"WHAT?!"

"I need assurances, Governess!" I hissed, "Brock is the Froktora, so the Terdini and Protaki warriors will be in the vanguard! If every one of them is slain, where will that leave me? A widow matriarch of a decimated tribe? Tribes will matter for shit in the new nation! You will give me an elven babe of your name and Trenok's blood. She does not need to be of my flesh to be my daughter. I am not proud."

"I won't do it."

"Then you won't have my help, and you can explain to Yavara when she comes back why her nation has crumbled into starvation and anarchy."

"Adrianna!" Furia mewled, writhing sensually in her lover's arm, her cock throbbing visibly, "If I don't fuck something, I'm going to lose my mind!" She looked pleadingly into Adrianna's eyes, "I'm sorry I'm like this! I didn't want to betray you!"

"It's not your fault." Adrianna cooed lovingly, stroking the girl's hair. Her eyes turned back to me, hardening like ice. "I have a counter-offer, Certiok."

"I'm finding myself in a very receptive mood." I hissed, my breath like fire, "But you know it won't work. You need balls to make babies."

"They're there. They're just on the inside." Adrianna kissed Furia's neck, and slid two fingers inside the tight pussy at the base of her cock. Furia whined and bowed her neck to receive the kiss, her cock twitching, her hips shifting in a dance as Adrianna controlled the hermaphrodite like a finger-puppet. "They're tucked away nice and neatly just above that spot you showed me last night." She whispered to Furia.

I wasn't paying much attention to what Adrianna was saying. I was only staring rapturously at the beautiful cock wagging in my face, leaking delicious frosting down its veined shaft.

"If hybrid females are fertile with everyone, then why should it be different for hybrid males?" Adrianna mused, kissing Furia's neck as the inexperienced hermaphrodite whimpered in desperation. Adrianna smiled fondly at the girl she was torturing, then levelled her cruel gaze on me. "Fuck this orc princess, Furia." She whispered, "Give her the baby she wants so badly."

I didn't think I could've stopped Furia if I wanted to. She pounced on me, her hands grasping my breasts with finger-shaking avarice, the tip of her throbbing cock searching, rubbing, and entering me. Oh, god! She split me down the middle, filling me to capacity, pressing against my bottom and pulsating inside me. I cried out, my back arching from the floor, my legs wrapping around Furia's waist to beckon her thrusts. She delivered them with a fury, pounding into my pubis, impaling my tender innards over and over as the impacts of our brutal joining reverberated through my hips and into my belly. I made to grasp her by the ass, but my hands were suddenly held above my head, and though I didn't doubt I could've thrown Adrianna across the room, those instincts within me demanded that I submit.

"You're very pretty for an orc." Adrianna grinned down at me, "What did you call her, Furia? Savagely alluring? Yes, that's what you are."

"Ranger whore!" I snarled, "You'll never get me to talk!"

"I'll never get you to...?" Adrianna's face broke into laughter, "Is this a fantasy of yours, Certiok? A couple of rangers capture the orc princess in the wild and have their way with her?"

"Your kitsune slut is getting raped to death!" I growled

"Oh," Adrianna pouted her lips sarcastically, "you're trying to get me mad. You think I'm still the nobleman's son who commanded a regimented castle. You don't understand what I've become." She leaned in, "Do you want to know a secret? That night after Yavara changed me, I found a dark place in Castle Thorum that no one else knew about, and I fucked myself all night long. I just couldn't stop thinking about what they'd done to my precious April." She reached down to touch my cheek, and whispered, "I couldn't stop wishing they had done it to me."

She traced my parted lips with her thumb, and my tongue lolled out to taste her. I couldn't help myself. I wasn't proud. Adrianna chuckled, then planted her feet beneath my armpits, and squatted over me. I expected her to sit on my face, but that wasn't enough for her. She spread her tight pink pussy with forked fingers, and unloaded a torrent of golden piss on my face. I came. I came so hard that I nearly passed out. The feeling surged through me, visceral and violent, turning my bones to jelly, turning my muscles to molasses, burning that sweet ecstasy through me like wildfire. I opened my mouth to taste her rich urine, exalting in my degradation as it bathed me in its disgusting heat. I'm an animal. I'm a filthy cunt getting what she deserves.

Furia cried out, her entire body tensing, and she unloaded in me, her hot spunk sating my starving womb, that wonderful hybrid concoction that made slaves of slavers. It saturated my walls, soaked into my tender flesh, and left me radiating with satisfaction, pulsing from my nethers with a second heartbeat. She groaned, and pulled herself out.

"I'm sorry, Adrianna." She panted, "I couldn't stop myself..."

Adrianna put her fingers against Furia lips, then brought the hermaphrodite into a heated kiss. The last droplets of urine splashed on my face as the hybrids exchanged loving tongues above me. If I didn't know my place before, I did then. I hated how natural it felt. But I loved it too.

ALEXA

I'd never seen a troll before. They'd become pacifists a long time ago, but I'd seen the scars their fists had made on Castle Thorum's walls from the time of Alkandi's failed invasion, for they still showed even after a thousand years of wear and weather. It was hard not to think about that when I stared at the twenty-foot goliath.

"You're the governess's engineering liaison?" He asked as he chiseled away at the marble in the quarry. His voice was so deep that it resonated in my chest when he spoke.

"Alex Jenania, at your service." I said, "Do you know where I can find the lead engineer?"

"That would be me." The troll said, not looking down from his work, "I am called 'Tim.' No surname."

I thought better of raising my incredulity, but the troll seemed to sense it anyway. "You were expecting a goblin? Just because they live in mines, doesn't make them adept engineers. Digging a hole in rock is a simple thing, but knowing how to stack it is another. Trolls are assumed to be stupid because we are large and slow, but who build Ardeni Dreus? Not the humans, though they would claim it. Who built your castle, do you think?"

"Drake Titus oversaw the construction."

"Drake Titus is much more artist than architect. He could charm is way into project manager, but he could not flatter math. When it came to the actual building, he differed to me." He placed his hand on the massive block of marble, and turned it effortlessly. I gasped. I was staring at a fifteen-foot statue of Queen Yavara, her likeness exacted down to the hairs on her head.

"That's amazing!"

"Perhaps," Tim tried to conceal his proud smile, "but it will languish here in the quarry for no one else to see."

"Why?"

"If you put a diamond in a pile of dung, does the dung pile smell any better?" Tim asked, "Alkandra is a stinking dung pile in front of a nice castle."

"Well, that's I'm here, Tim. The governess has put me in charge of overseeing the city's infrastructure construction."

"So I have a new overseer."

I smiled. "Think of me more as a partner. Tell me what you need to do your job, and I'll get it for you."

Tim pondered that. "Since the warrior males left, we've been lacking for labor. If you want to build Alkandra as it should be built, I'll need hundreds of skilled workers."

I nodded, "I know someone who can get you those workers."

FALTIA

I might've disapproved of Eva's recruiting tactics, but I couldn't deny their effectiveness. A long line had formed before the kiosk I'd set up, curious and eager eyes peering out from behind it.

"Domina, I'm scared." Soraya whimpered, naked and on her knees, the leather collar tight around her elegant neck. A glance by me confirmed that Soraya was in fact, not at all scared, but she put on her façade of vulnerability to please her Domina. How First Scribe Soren Poneria had turned into a masochistic exhibitionist was beyond me. The man had been too square even for my tastes, but now his female-self was prostrating before a pack of beasts with hunger in her eyes. Eva stroked her slave's hair, the gentle, yet malicious caress of her leather-gloved hand causing Soraya to shiver in excitement. Private Eva Alisia's behavioral transformation was much less of a surprise, but what about mine? I disposed of the thought, and smiled up at the orc in front of me.

"Name?" I asked, affecting my voice so that it was lower.

"Dom."

"Just 'Dom?'"

"I'm Ardeni born. My tribe's name is gone."

"Uh-huh," I made a note next to his name, "and do you have any policing or combat experience?"

"A few street fights, a few bar brawls."

"Weapon experience?"

"My fists."

I noted the lack if tattoos on his body, and the subtle way his musculature was rounded for labor, instead of bulging for killing. Even in his prime years, I doubted he'd fair well against the withered male tribesman that were too old for war.

"Welcome to the city watch, Dom." I said, and held out my arm. He took it in a terse embrace, signed his name, then bounded excitedly over to Eva and Soraya.

"Look, Pet." Eva giggled, "The very first member of the city watch. What a brave man."

"So very brave." Soraya concurred from her kneeling position, nodding demurely up at the orc who towered over her. Eva reached into the man's pants, and upon finding what she sought, her eyes widened, and she gave the orc an appraising smile. Then she hauled out what looked like a green snake, and the fat serpent plopped on Soraya's awaiting face. I gawked at it, my mind becoming numb, my mouth watering. So big, so dark, so veiny, and oh, I could smell it from here! The juxtaposition of fair hybrid-elf and brutish beast was an enthralling thing to see, and even greater was the contrast of Soraya's pristine bronze face besmirched by the grotesque piece of meat that lay across her mouth. She licked his tip, and I saw her sway on her knees in desire. She planted a cute kiss on his head, watching him from the tops of her eyes as her lips smooshed. Then she opened that mouth wide, and before my disbelieving eyes, she took Dom all the way down her throat. Her narrow neck bulged, her eyes watered, her face became purple, but she held him there at the instruction of her cruel mistress, gagging and choking, spit dripping down her chin. When Eva was satisfied, she pulled on her leash, and Soraya withdrew, her lips slurping, her eyes full of gratitude for the beast violating her. She got to the crease of his shaft before Eva took her by the back of the head, and forcefully rammed it forward, sending the orc's meat deep into Soraya's esophagus as her face smooshed into Dom's crotch once more. I didn't notice until then that I was damp between my legs. Shit, I was absolutely sopping.

"Excuse me?!" Said an impatient voice in front of me. I turned to see the next orc.

"Name?" I smiled easily up at him.

"Ben."

"That's a nice name." I giggled, then turned the giggle into a cough when I realized what I'd been doing. I took down his information without asking the prerequisite questions, and tersely shook his hand.