Queen Yavara Ch. 30

"Next!" I yelled, feeling inexplicably agitated.

"Name!" I yelled, not looking up at the orc. I quickly took down his information, then repeated the process.

"Next!" I growled, the gagging sounds of Soraya's defilement filtering in my ears. Stupid fucking whore. I thought, Humiliating herself like that in front of everyone! How will anyone respect us?

"Name!" It's a goddamn travesty. If I was still her captain, I'd PT her until she fucking died!

"Next!" I heard her screams filter through the cock in her mouth, high and desperate. She was coming without touching herself, just the feeling of a cock in her throat and the depraved abasement arousing her past the breaking point. Eva's cruel laughter sounded with it, the meeting of her palm on Soraya's ass, spanking her in reward for her oral orgasm.

"Name!" I snarled at the clipboard, my hands shaking.

"Certiok Terdini."

I glanced up at the orc princess. She was smirking down at me. "That's a very interesting recruiting tactic you're implementing..." she looked at the bars on my ranger uniform, "...captain."

"It wasn't my idea." I growled.

"Well then who's was it? Because it's positively inspired." She glanced over at the dominatrix directing the debauchery, and her eyes became hungry, "What's her name?"

"Eva Alisia, Outreach Director."

"Eva..." She seemed to test the name on her tongue, and found it palatable.

"Are you joining the watch, or—"

"Fuck no!" Certiok laughed, "But I am here to help you. The governess and her little friend convinced me that playing ball is on our mutual best interest. I brought the Protaki tattooist to ink the watch sigil on your soldier's forearms. In orc culture, an agreement means nothing unless it's inked into the flesh. Plus, these poor Ardeni beasts need something to be proud of."

"The watch sigil?"

"A shield with the queen's eye in the center." The tattooist said, dropping his kit on my table, "Hold on your arm, Watch Commander."

"What?"

Certiok said, "It would be hypocritical of you not to be the first one inked." She leaned, and tore the officer's bars off my shirt, "You wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea about you." And she strutted over to the debauchery, her eyes finding Eva's, their gazes tracking each other with equal avarice.

"What's your sub's name?" Certiok asked.

"Pet." Eva said.

"Pet," Certiok chuckled, and gracefully placed herself in Eva's arms, "I like it. Can I play with her?"

"Only if I get to play with you." She pulled a wet braid from Certiok's head, and smirked, "I see you enjoy being played with. Was it Kiera or Brianna who doused you in gold?"

"It was Adrianna."

"Adrianna?!" Eva and I exclaimed in unison. Even Soraya's eyes went wide before blissfully returning to their lax state as Dom pumped his load down her throat. She squealed and swallowed, then pulled the orc out, kissed his tip in thanks, and grinned at the next man in line. I barely noticed the needle driving into my flesh when the tattooist began his work. I gave the permanent mark on my forearm a cursory glance, wondering idly why I enjoyed the idea of being illustrated, and why I liked the pain of it. I gazed at the grizzled orc dealing me the pain. A week ago, I would've found him terrifying and repulsive, but now... I tore my gaze away.

"Next!"

KIERA

"...I still see their faces." Rose was saying, "The first was a girl no older than you or me. I'd never known I could evoke such terror. Her terror terrified me, and I cut her down right there on the wall. She was probably your friend."

"Doubt it," I wheezed through a cloud of smoke, "if she was on wall duty, she probably never went on patrol." I always guessed that nymphs made the best weed, being tree-hippies and all, and I was quite glad to be right.

Rose took an easy pull from her joint, and let the smoke cascade from her nostrils. "I don't hear the forest the same way anymore."

"I don't see the world like I used to. People change, Rose. Fighting change is what leads to self-doubt and depression. Life's a river, you know?"

She smiled at me, "You're very high right now, Kiera."

I smiled back, "I'm always very high, actually." I glanced down at her lips, "And you're very pretty."

She chewed on that lip, her mouth cornering in a smile, her emerald eyes shining beneath her mane of blonde hair, her ivory ram-horns glinting in the sun. I recognized the invitation in her coy expression, and I realized what I had I just said, and quickly averted my gaze.

She sighed disappointedly, and took another drag, "Mother said something to you, didn't she?"

"She gave me a warning."

Rose smiled up at me. "Did she specify me?"

I nodded. "Why?"

"I have a touch of the craving. If I try to sate it, it will only become worse, and I will succumb completely to it." She stared off into the woods, where Elena's former slaves had disappeared, "And I rather die."

"Could it be that bad?" I mused, "I have succubus blood in me, and I don't feel so bad. Shit, I feel fucking great." I gave her a grin, "You could become my slave."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Rose giggled.

"Hey bro!" Came a voice to our left. I turned and smiled as Brianna came bounding over. God, she looked good in that dress.

"Sup bitch." I giggled, catching her high-five, and pulling her into a kiss. I parted from her with my tongue teasing its salutation, "You done taking attendance?"

"That's the thing," she said, holding up her clipboard, "there's supposed to be around three-thousand people here, but I can hardly find anyone! They're not in the tents, they're not in the huts, and they're not in the castle. I came out here to look for more, but all that's in the field are nymphs." She looked at the spliff Rose's hand, "Hey bro, can I hit that?"

"Everyone is at the docks." Arbor's voice came from behind us.

"Fuck!" Brianna yelped, "Where did you come from?"

"I have wings." Arbor said in her matter-of-fact tone, ruffling her angelic set. She looked at Rose, "Is that marijuana, Rose?"

"It's mine." I said hastily, taking the spliff.

Arbor actual smiled then. She procured the roll from my hand. "I have never admonished my children for consuming the plants I tend myself." She examined the burning roll, "I am simply curious about the effects it will have on my organic mind. These hedonistic delights intrigue me more by the day." She brought the spliff to her purple lips, and in one inhale, scorched it to the end. She dawned a quizzical expression, then her eyes welled, and the dignified spirit of the forest coughed out her lungs. "Oh, gods!" She croaked, clutching at her chest. I couldn't help but take the opportunity to admire the way her purple breasts heaved with her fits. When she rose, her eyes were watery, and her mauve complexion was unusually flushed.

"I do not understand how you mortals can enjoy that!" She gasped, "It is like there is an inferno in my lungs! How..." she trailed off, her face relaxing, her pupils dilating, "...oh, I see."

"Well?" I asked, "What's it like for a forest spirit to get baked?"

She broke into a goofy grin. "Get baked? Am I muffin, Kiera?"

"You know what I mean." I said, "Can you see the world in totally different colors? Can you feel the heartbeat of the universe?"

She held up her hand, and examined it. "No, but the back of my hand is absolutely fascinating. Rose, come look at it! Do you see how it seems to suspend in space? You can see every pore! And the veins are so... veiny."

"An excellent description, Mother." Rose smiled adoringly at her mom.

"Oh," Arbor giggled girlishly, a sound that was wholly wrong coming from her, "you are quite amusing, Rose. Say another amusing thing so that I may laugh at it."

"Like a joke?"

"Yes! Tell me a joke!"

"What did the tree do when the bank closed?"

Arbor blinked. "Trees do not do anything, Rose. They are trees. They grow."

"Just pretend for a second! What did the tree do when the bank closed?"

"Grow?"

"It opened a new branch!" Rose giggled. I groaned, and Brianna almost died of laughter.

Arbor gave her grinning daughter a bewildered look. "Rose, you should be ashamed of yourself."

"But I'm not. Not even a little bit." Rose tittered, shifting her little naked body naughtily.

Arbor pulled her daughter into an embrace, chuckling as Rose fondled the robust globes on her mother's chest. "Oh my!" Arbor exclaimed breathily, "The marijuana has made your flesh feel so..." she let that thought trail off when Rose began suckling from her, drawing the pink nipple taut from its purple hill. Arbor's face relaxed into an expression of pure maternal love, and she hoisted her nursing daughter against her, bringing her slender legs around her waist. Arbor's long thin tail snuck from between her legs, and the soft point slithered easily in Rose's leaking flower. As Rose mewled her muffled satisfaction, Arbor unfurled her magnificent wings, and in a blast of air, the two were gone.

"One of these days, I am going to fuck that forest spirit." I said, gawking as I watched them descend gracefully behind the tree line.

"Bro, if you could pull that off, you'd have my blessing."

I smirked at Brianna. "Who said I needed it?"

"We're together."

I actually laughed. "When did that ever stop you, Brian?!"

"So... we're not going to be monogamous then?"

"Fuck no!"

"Oh thank god!" Brianna laughed, "Because there was no way I could stay faithful for more than a day. Every orc male I surveyed today looked more and more like a snack."

"There's a brutish appeal to them, isn't there?" I mused, "I used to think they were the ugliest things alive, but... god, we're sluts, aren't we?"

"When you have a dick, you're not a slut, you're a stud." Brianna grinned, taking me by the arm, "Come on, stud; let's go find out what Eva and Soraya are doing that's got the whole town at the docks."

ALEXA

I gawked at the display before me. Soraya was in the middle of a circle of orcs, fervently alternating her stroking hands as she pleased one after the other with her mouth. They grabbed her head and face-fucked her in turn, barely giving her a chance to gasp a desperate breath before she was forcefully taken by the next man. Her face was glazed with cum, her hair was wet and matted with it, it oozed down her neck and flowed along her breasts in thick, viscous rivulets, dripping from her stiff nipples. Though she was being ravaged and degraded before hundreds of jeering orcs, I'd never seen a woman so delighted as she. She was like a kid in a candy shop, gluttonously devouring all that she could, bemoaning the necessary pauses for breath that vacated her throat of the cock she craved so much. Eva was behind her, gleefully directing the debauchery, seated upon a stool made of Certiok Terdini's face.

I simply stared at the show slack-jawed, my cock nearly splitting my inseam, my pussy nearly drenching my thighs. Yes, it was abhorrent and disgusting, a disgrace beyond anything I could imagine, and yet... yet I saw the way the orcs treated Soraya with affection that was nearly reverence. Yes, they were brutal with her, but only because she desired them to be. When she paused to cough up a throat full of semen, they all plied her with encouraging and flattering words, and Eva had to remind them that Soraya would only respond to "slut, whore, cum-dumpster, or Pet." I got the feeling that if Soraya were so inclined, she could have every orc in the circle worshipping her on their knees.

"Next!" Faltia screamed. My fiancé had her sleeve rolled up, a fresh tattoo showing from her skin. One of her hands was bunched in her hair, the other was clenched around a quill as it shakenly scratched down the information the orc was giving her.

"Captain?" I called.

She looked up at me, dawning a fixed smile with her clenched jaw.

"I see the recruitment's going... well." I mused, and began setting up my kiosk next to hers, "Mind if I mooch? I need about two-hundred skilled laborers."

"Two-hundred?" Eva laughed, and ruffled Soraya's matted hair, "Did you hear that, Pet?"

Soraya gagged a delighted response.

Faltia just nodded, every movement tense and jerking. "Next!"

"Um... are you OK?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm just fucking fine!" She gritted, scratching the orc's information on the parchment, "I'm sure it'll be a breeze commanding the respect of my new soldiers after they've all used the nation's premier scribe as a fucking sperm depository!"

"The commander sanctioned this."

"The commander's out of her goddamn mind!" Faltia laughed manically, "Do you know how she convinced Certiok to help us? She pissed on her face!"

"What?!"

"But apparently, that's how you do things in Alkandra!" Faltia furiously scribbled on her parchment, "Do you want to integrate yourself with the populous you rule? Well, you could try to build a foundation of respect by demonstrating your value as a leader, or you could get on your knees, and suck everyone's dick! Gosh, why didn't the nobles in Bentius ever do that? Maybe because it's hard to give someone a command when their cum is on your face! Next!"

I eased myself into the chair beside her, and outturned her hand to examine the tattoo on her forearm. "I remember you forbidding any of us from getting tattoos."

"Well, orcs don't wear uniforms."

"But you're an elf, Captain."

She snorted. "In name only. We're beasts, Sergeant, in case you haven't noticed by now."

I admired the way the sigil looked on her flesh. There was something alluring about scarring skin with ink. There was a savagery to it, a danger that hadn't appealed to me before. The fact that it was on Faltia's flesh made me admire her all the more.

"You soldiers will respect you," I said, tracing my finger along the raised flesh, "because you are you, Captain." She shuddered in response, her breath whistling from her nose, a moan barely escaping her lips. My god, her whole body was teeming. What torture was she putting herself through?

"Captain?" I queried softly.

She dropped her quill, and gave me a hopeless look. "How can I command men, Sergeant?" She hissed hoarsely, "When I have to use every ounce of my will just to keep my dignity?"

I glanced over at Soraya and Eva. "No, no, no!" Eva scolded her pet, "Don't you dare cough it up! God, must I hold your hand through everything? This is how you do it!" And Eva squatted, her legs splaying wide, her cock twitching between her thighs as she grabbed an orc's ass, and took his ten inches all the way down her throat with ease. The orc came almost immediately, and Eva's lips quirked devilishly around his shaft, her throat swallowing. She parted from the orc with cute lick of his tip, then hungrily moved onto the next, forgoing her role as Domina to enjoy being the slut she always was. Certiok slid beneath Eva's squatting cheeks, and resumed her meal.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" Came a gruff voice before me. I looked up to see an old Terdini orc, his seven-foot frame looming over me, but his black eyes full of awe when he gazed into mine. What was I to him? He certainly didn't look upon me as a ranger, nor an elven interloper in his midst. No, in his eyes I was a myth, a story told around tribal campfires for a thousand years. It didn't matter that my hair was Highlander white instead of Alkandran black, nor that my eyes were high-blood blue instead of Yavara's orange, or just dark-blood brown. I was created by the Dark Queen. I was nearly holy to him.

"Name?" I asked, poising my pen on the paper.

"Runok Terdini." He said, "I'm too old to swing my sword, but I can a swing my hammer just fine."

"I bet you can." I chuckled, then realized what I'd said too late. I cleared my throat uncomfortably, shuffling my papers, "Runok, if you could just sign right..." I trailed off, my eyes catching the growing bulge in his loincloth, transfixed by it. My mouth watered. My cock felt like it would burst. My nethers ached with a hunger so great that it seemed to infect my mind. I turned to my fiancé, and saw that she was staring at it too. I took her hand in mine. "Captain," I whispered, "dignity means very little anymore." And with my other hand, I grasped Runok's thick cock from over his loincloth. "Come," I said to Faltia, standing up, "let's get acquainted with your soldiers."

FALTIA

I was lost. My vision was veiled violet with lust, my body moving on its own, reacting on joyful instinct. I was beside Soraya, on my knees where I belonged, doing what I was created for. I stared up at the orc before me. His name was Poe, he'd been an enforcer for an Ardeni gang, and now he was a private in the outfit I commanded. That was all I knew about him, and now his cock was deep in my throat, sliding so effortlessly down it, my lecherous body relaxed to accept him. His black eyes were wide with astonishment, and I felt an immeasurable pride in seeing such a reaction. It was my first time sucking a cock, and yet it came as naturally to me as breathing. I inhaled the scent of his loins into my nostrils with my nose squishing against his crotch, and my sinuses were infected with the richness of his musk, his hormones and desire filling my mind. I lathered his delicious underside with my tongue, me, the honorable captain of the E Company of the Ranger Corps, now a shameless whore who wanted nothing more than to taste the decadent filth of a man's organ. They were all around me, throbbing, rigid and wobbling in the air, dripping milky sap from their pulsating tips. This would've been hell for me a week ago, but now it was heaven. Alexa was beside me, her hand still linked with mine, surrendering to our terrible nature together, reveling in the filth as lovers.

Poe began to thrust into me, his cock stretching my throat, radiating and pulsing with precursors of orgasm. I took him generously, letting him do his worst, swallowing around his advance and pulling with his retreat, my lips slurping voraciously to will the delicious cum from his balls. I was getting bored of him. I wanted to try another, and another, and another, to taste the variety of Alkandra and know that I hadn't missed out on a single flavor. I wanted to suck cock until my throat was raw.

He came in my mouth, and I let it pool there, filling me until it flowed from my lips to drip off my chin and splash upon my ranger's uniform. I would never wear it again anyway. I sensually pulled Poe from my lips, and smiled open-mouthed up at him, displaying the way he'd violated me. Alexa tensed beside me, her neck flexing as her gullet rose and fell, drinking Runok's seed. The old warrior groaned, and pulled out to squirt the last of his load onto her breasts, now exposed from her unbuttoned top. I turned her face toward me, loomed above her, and let Poe's deposit cascade from my lower lip, and pour onto her face. I besmirched her, my love, the father of my child, because we were animals in that circle, and I knew she would love to be made filthy. It glazed her proud forehead, pooled on her beautiful cheeks, and dribbled on her pointed nose, corrupting her portrait. The last of it drained into her open mouth, and we came together in a kiss. I left her smiling blissfully, then I turned to Poe.

"Private Poe, you will report to the barracks at o-six-hundred tomorrow morning, or you will be flogged as a deserter. Am I clear?"

"Yes ma'am!" He said with a smart salute.

I smiled at him. "Go get your ink, son." And he left to get in the line formed before the tattooist. I pulled up the clipboard from the protective bag I'd placed it in, and dipped the quill into the ink.

"Next!"

"Uh... Faltia?" Kiera said cautiously, stepping into Poe's place.