Queen Yavara Ch. 31

"When you changed into this form," I muttered to her, guiding her arms to uncross so that her shirt could fall off her, "you grabbed Yavara's head, and throat-fucked her until you came. I remember. None of the others did that. Even I didn't do that." I undid her belt, and her oversized pants dropped easily, exposing her scant loincloth. I unhooked it, and the cloth draped over her organ for a moment, before sliding off. "But then you crawled back into your shell; why?" I grasped her gently, and her brows furrowed, her massive organ twitching to life in my palm. "I know why," I whispered, petting the underside of her cock with my fingers, feeling it beginning to engorge, "you wanted to lure Adrianna into that shell of yours. You didn't know at the time that was what you were doing, but it was. Now Adrianna is thoroughly enamored with you, little Furia, and it's time to come out."

She put her hand over mine, "Eva, I won't do this."

"Do you think it's infidelity?" I chuckled, "Haven't you lain with Certiok several times?"

"Adrianna was always there with me. Besides, orcs are different."

I grinned. "You mean they're lesser?"

"No, I mean—"

"Shh," I hissed, putting my gloved finger over her lush lips, "you knew exactly what you meant, Furia. We all feel that way, even if some of us won't admit it. When we were high-elves, we had an undeserved sense of superiority, but there's nothing really special about high-elves; they're no different than beasts, really. Just prettier. They're prideful, stupid, weak and jealous."

"And we're not?"

"No, actually, we aren't. Have you not noticed the changes in you? Not just physical or sexual. We're far more intelligent than we were before, our flesh heals in hours when it should take days, our emotions run evenly and are easily controlled, and our perception is keener than ever before. We are ageless, and yet we are already wise beyond our years. It is why the beasts bow to us even though we were once their enemy. They recognize our power. It's time that you did as well."

"I'm not going to have sex with you."

I sneered. "We're all going to fuck each other eventually, Furia. I don't know why we insist on clinging so desperately to a semblance of monogamy. That part of us was raped away." I guided her gently forward by her cock, and she stepped out of her pants, "Your heart can belong to Adrianna, but why should she possess your mind and body?" I let go of her shaft as it began to rise in an erection, "In time," I smiled, "you may find that your heart isn't as exclusive as you thought it was. You will love me, Furia."

"What?"

"Not now, but soon. We will all love each other, and bear each other's children, and when our children are of age, we will love them as well. Mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, sisters and brothers; they will taste each other where they should not."

Furia laughed, "You're so twisted, Eva."

"So are you, Furia." I grinned, and undid the lacing before my crotch. My cock, which had been strapped painfully to my belly, now wobbled out to point at Furia's. Our tips leaked with nectar, our bronze heads pulsed, our shafts throbbed. So smooth, so veiny, so beautiful. I knew when I first sucked a cock in this body, that there were two parts of my sexuality that enjoyed it. As Furia gazed at our members, I saw the same realization slowly dawning in her blue eyes, her cute freckled portrait slackening in hunger.

"Go on," I whispered, my voice rapt, "you can touch it."

She chewed on her lip, then ever-so-slightly, she shifted her hips forward. Our tips touched, the little slits of each head meeting in a kiss. My heart beat slow and heavy in my chest as she shifted her hips more, and our members pressed until they rose together, sliding shaft to shaft, feeling the pulsating nature of the other, slick with precum, hot with blood, writhing against one another until they were trapped between the press of our bodies.

"I really like how you feel." She muttered on my lips, staring up in my eyes as she slowly thrusted, rubbing our pulsing shafts together, applying enough pressure that they leaked in spurts, thick rivulets of precum running between them. I could smell the nectarous mixture even from here, and it intoxicated my mind, turning my thoughts to molasses. She moaned sensually, and brought her arms around me, and I did the same, our lips coming together, our tongues entangling just like our cocks were, feasting with torpid hedonism upon the other. She parted from my mouth, braids of spit glinting in the sunlight.

"Eva?" She whispered.

"What?"

"Do you remember how it felt when the nymph boys took us?"

"No. I can't remember how anything felt with that body."

"Me neither. They filled me in every hole. I was a virgin, I was so scared." She looked up at me, a mixture of uncertainty and desire, "I don't remember what it feels like to have a cock inside me." Her breath was shaking, "Won't you treat me like a woman? Or maybe... maybe..."

"...like a man?" I muttered.

"Yes."

I grinned, took her by the hand, and guided her to the table. I propped upon it, then opened a drawer, and extracted three golden rings. I lathered each with my tongue before sliding them one at a time down Furia's shaft. Though she was two inches longer than I, her girth was similar, so the rings were a snug, but comfortable fit. She examined herself, her tantalizing flesh bulging around each golden bind, the veins standing at attention. I procured three more, and slid them equidistantly from each other down my cock.

"Now what?" She asked, her voice edging with anticipation.

I planted a foot on the table, elevating myself so that our cocks aligned once more. "You're not naturally submissive; you just lack the confidence. Your puppy-love for Adrianna has stunted your growth. You give in to her easily, I can tell." I took her hands in mine, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes." She whispered, her body teeming with readiness. I guided her to her back, then cuffed her wrists to the shackles that were bolted into the table. Her breasts bobbed in their strap with her catching breath as she stared at me, her arms stretched out, her cock pulsating against its golden binds.

"I am a sadist," I said, reaching into the drawer, "I desire to see you humiliated and it pain." I pulled out the bottle, and Furia's eyes widened. I gave her a soothing stroke along her belly as I upturned the bottle, and dripped the nectarous lubricant on my cock. "We can only grow through pain, Furia, and you've been avoiding it." My eyes flashed to hers, and I grinned, "Mommy's not here to save you. I'm going to fuck your tight virgin shithole until you cum all over your face."

And before her shocked eyes, I pressed my tip to her pink aperture, and pushed. She squealed, her head digging into the wood, her neck striating, her back arching. Her rim dilated and twitched, indenting more and more until the resistance finally broke, and I surged into her. Her tight heat constricted around me, the smooth texture of her anal sheath wrapping my throbbing flesh, her wanting shithole sucking me deeper, past the first ring, the second, the third! She was screaming now, her arms flexing in their binds, her feet kicking. Her ass pillowed against my crotch, and I moaned in satisfaction.

"God, you're so fucking tight!" I gasped, "Tighter than Soraya. But of course, I fist-fuck Soraya's asshole gaping every night, so that shouldn't be a surprise!" And I pulled out, watching the way her pelvic floor stretched from her body to birth each of my exiting rings, each one popping out, her rim so tight that it immediately clamped back down on my girth. I drove in again, hard enough that her entire body lurched, and her scream was shrill and rich, her cock becoming so rigid that it waggled from her crotch without touching her belly.

"You keep screaming, but I can see that you love this," I growled, grabbing her cock, squeezing with all my might, "What would Mommy think to see her precious Furia bawling like a faggot with my cock in her ass?!" I laughed cruelly when she shrieked, "But you don't need Mommy anymore, Furia, you've got me. I'll add a second pet to my kennels, and treat you like the bitch you are!"

And I drove into her again, and again, grunting every time I was buried to the hilt within her, her channel squeezing me tighter with every drive, shitting my cock out only to suck it back in. Her little cunt was glistening with arousal, the petals flushing, the slit opening to reveal her pristine renewed virginity. But I would not take that, for it was her masculine side I wanted to punish, and it was her masculine side that screamed so beautifully. I lubed my hand with the secretion of her womanhood, and stroked her cock to the fervent cadence with which I fucked her, rolling my palm possessively up and down its length, marveling at its power and size.

"Oh god!" She screamed, her eyes filmed with tears.

"Do you like it, you little faggot?!"

"Yes!" She bawled, her face breaking into a euphoric smile, her head thrashing from side to side like she couldn't comprehend the pleasure I was forcing into her filthy little fuckhole.

"Then take it!" I snarled, and delivered blow after blow with my hips, her bronze ass rippling, her white hair flailing, and her arms straining against the binds, the chain that held them groaning. Soraya had been a scribe, and after being turned into a woman, she had very little strength in her muscles. But Furia was a warrior, and I knew that chain wouldn't hold her for long. I'd been counting on it. What she did once she got free was anyone's guess, but I was betting that I'd be walking with a limp the next morning. Adrianna owed me after this one.

FURIA

"I'm your little faggot-whore! I'm your little faggot-whore!" I confessed over and over as Eva did her damage inside me, stretching me open, ruining me mind, body and soul. Oh, why had I not explored this side of myself? Why had I been Adrianna's demure grade-school crush this whole time?! I was fucking dark-elf! I was a whore, a faggot, a degenerate piece of filth who wallowed in the most heinous of desires. I should've joined everyone the other day in the recruitment circle. I should've opened my cheeks to the first orc I fancied, and let him pick his hole!

I squirmed in delight, my breasts jiggling, my hips gyrating, my flesh rippling as I was penetrated over and over, the rings on her cock grinding into my tender anal flesh, turning my sheath into a convulsing ruin with spasms shooting into my bowels. She hit my prostate mercilessly, pounding against it until each pump of her hips sent a shot precum out of my throbbing tip to join the puddle that had formed on my belly.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I screamed, unbridled and joyous, reveling in this debauched delight, wallowing in my captivity. I could feel the chain holding my arms giving way, but I didn't yank. Not yet. Not until I had enjoyed this lust to the fullest. I arched my back against the table, sounding out cry after cry, feeling my pussy pulse from the wrong side as her studded cock rubbed its back wall.

She released my cock and grabbed my ass, squeezing the fat until it hurt, pushing forward until my hips were off the table, my legs splayed above me, and she was jackhammering into my shithole from above, pounding, pounding, pounding into me until I was sputtering incoherent nonsense in my lustful delirium. Her grunts became exerted, her bronze flesh began to glisten beneath her leather-bound body, her white hair hung in tangles before her snarling visage. Spit leaked from her clenched teeth as her eyes bulged, and her exerted exclamations became cries. I could feel her accelerating heartrate through the thin skin of her cock as it rubbed my sheath raw, the rings grinding against my pulsating prostate, the feeling building past the point of no return!

"AH!" I screamed as an explosion of my ejaculate splattered my belly and neck.

"OH GOD!" I screamed again, the second eruption dousing me, hitting my chin, my nose, my mouth.

"OH, FUCK!" I screamed with the final eruption that blasted out of me, tangling in my hair, pooling near my eyes.

Eva panted above me, then pulled out with a ferocious tug. My sucking sheath clung to her cock like a condom, then bunched at my exit in a pink coil when her head popped free. I screamed with the violent contraction of pleasure that lanced through me, and Eva took the opportunity to sit on my breast and shove her stinking cock into my mouth. I imagined that a normal girl would've gagged to taste such a concoction, but in all my life, I swore there was never anything as delicious as her meat plunging down my throat, the sheen of my ass still fresh on it. The disgusting tang inundated my palate, and though I hadn't sucked cock since the nymph males had done their work, I took her seven inches of manhood without strain, and she orgasmed down my gullet. I swallowed continuously, humming and rotating my lips, slurping with gluttony upon the organ that had given me such terrible pleasure. She slowly pulled it out, sneering down at me as my lips stretched to keep her in, then she slid her cock beneath my bra strap, and fucked my tits as the last milliliters of her orgasm oozed from her tip.

When Eva was done coming, she smiled warmly at me. "I'm surprised you let me do that to you."

I giggled. "Why would I stop you?"

She pulled her cock out from between my breasts, and sat on them instead, her tip tickling my cum-dripping chin. "Perhaps I'm not as good at reading people as I thought."

I grinned, and tore the cuffs loose with a jerk. "Oh, I think you're just fine at it."

ALEXA

Faltia was lying in a pile of orcs outside of Eva's office. Her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw, her body was glazed with cum, and she looked like she'd just given birth from both holes. They were yawning and ruby, the entrances swollen, the space between them so small it almost wasn't there. She snuggled splendidly into the arms of her first lieutenant, and sighed with the utmost contentment. When my shadow cast over her face, she peaked open one eye, and gave me a guilty smile.

"Sorry, Sergeant," she yawned, "I guess I couldn't wait for you."

"Anal too?" I bemoaned, "You were saving that for me!"

"One of my men shot lower than he aimed; I blame Furia for setting up such terrible targets yesterday." Faltia chuckled, "I was angry, but my mood changed after about three thrusts."

I ran a hand through her sticky hair, and sighed. "No more firsts without me, OK? I want to experience all the new things with you."

"I promise." She smiled tiredly.

I stood up, and narrowed my eyes at Eva's office door. I didn't have to do much guesswork to figure out who was responsible for this.

ADRIANNA

One breath, then another. I tried to ease my nerves, but it was a fruitless endeavor. Truth be told, that two-breath system I'd taught my soldiers to calm themselves had been bullshit. I made it up. My old commander once told me that the best officers are the ones who could effectively lie to their soldiers during times of great terror. Putting on a façade of a control in the mania of battle gave the semblance that the hell they were going through was manageable, and that if they just did as they were told, they would make it out just fine. When they saw their brethren fall, they could ease themselves with the idea that the poor bastard just hadn't followed his orders right.

One breath, then another. It was what I'd told an archer who was shaking so badly that he couldn't nock. I wasn't even trying to calm his nerves; I was trying to explain that he should shoot between breaths, but I was so fucking terrified of the charging orcs that I'd completely fucked up the sentence. Nevertheless, it worked. One breath, then another, and he was calm. Just focusing on the one thing he could control in that moment made all the difference. I'd won that impossible battle, and that victory got me noticed. I rode the wave of that notoriety all the way to the top. One breath, then another. Maybe the magic was in the bullshit. Maybe we needed to lie to ourselves to get control. But there was no amount of lying that could save me from the gnawing in my loins.

"It is rather amusing to watch this." Certiok tittered.

I had hidden myself in the darkest corner of the castle, which happened to be the unfinished royal bedroom, and I was fist-fucking my cunt like I was trying punch into my guts. My hand was slick with my ceaseless secretion, which ran down my trembling thighs and dripped into a pool below my squatting ass. Each thrust shot a breath from my gaping mouth, and I'd put a hand over it to try to keep quiet, but I hadn't been quiet enough.

"Enjoy the show." I said through gritted teeth.

"I could help you, you know."

"You don't have what I need."

"Why don't you just go out and get it then?" Certiok asked, peering out the window of the castle tower. From the vantage point, I could see Brianna and Soraya getting what they needed in the streets, and Faltia finishing off in front of the shed that had become Eva's office. I'd been watching them, wishing they were me, pretending my fist was a stinking fat orc cock fucking me into the cervix.

"I can't!" I panted, my breaths accelerating, "If I fuck someone, I won't be able to stop myself from begging them to come inside me! I'll wrap my legs around them and force the issue if they try to pull out!" I was moaning now, the squelching sound of my fist accompanying it, my knuckles digging deliciously into the hungry flesh, each blow sending bouts of pleasure that weakened me from the inside, tearing down my very structure until I collapsed against the wall and whined like whore, begging myself to fuck me!

Certiok was against me then, her breasts pillowing my back, her fingers reaching into my shirt, pinching my swollen nipples, rolling them, oh god! "Trenok," she whispered soothingly into my ear, "think of Trenok when you come. He's going to fuck you tomorrow, Adrianna. He's going to put a baby in your slutty little pussy, and this will all be over."

"Yes!" I whimpered.

"Say his name." She beckoned softly, rolling my nipples, the tingling felicity growing in my breasts.

"Trenok." I breathed, "Oh, Trenok, fuck me! Come inside me!"

"You're his breeding bitch."

"I'm his breeding bitch!"

"You'll let him do whatever he wants to you."

"Whatever he wants!"

"You'll get on your knees, and worship his cock."

"I'll worship his cock!"

"You'll beg for it."

"Oh, I'll beg for it! I'm your breeding bitch, Trenok! Please fuck me!"

Certiok took full advantage of my vulnerable state, guiding me to the floor, straddling over my face, pulling her thong to the side, and sitting. I could do nothing but eat her, my tongue lathering her petals, sliding into her slit, tasting the salt of her nethers with a writhing motion as my lips sucked sensually upon her soft puffy folds, my nose upending the bottom of her clit. She gyrated atop me, her muscular green belly shadowing with contours, her tattooed flesh become slick, her black eyes staring with covetousness upon me, in awe of what my tongue was doing. Even as she humiliated me, I could feel the way she moved with gentleness, not daring to overstep herself, only acting upon my desires. And I desired in that moment to be desecrated. I'd never felt like such a whore before.

She slid her body up my face, her cheeks enveloping my muzzle so that my tongue could find her tight aperture. I circled her spokes, dipping my wet tip into each little crease until her filthy button was twitching and winking open, and then I dived into her. Her rectum was smooth and soft, the delicate flesh fluttering with sensation, the tart flavor of her filthy channel saturating my palate until my mouth was filled with its deliciousness. Her fingers gripped my head, pulling the hair, and she undulated atop me, grinding on my face, her voice high and rich as I screamed muffled ecstasy into her disgusting, decadent depths.