Queen Yavara Ch. 32

I snorted, ignoring the blood running down my legs. "When I kill you, I'm going to rape every one of your friends up there, starting with Furia."

"Oh, you won't have to rape them. They'll give it up easily for someone like you!" And she came at me in flurry of blade and cloak, too much motion for my eyes to capture. I put up my axe and felt her blade ring across the handle, then I spun with my elbow out and finished the move with a sweeping kick. She ducked the elbow, leapt over the leg, and scored two quick slices on my forearms. She tumbled away just as my axe came down, the edge of the blade barely missing her trailing foot. When she turned around, her bronze face was flushed, and she was panting through her smiling lips.

"That wasn't very gentlemanly of you."

"You think you're a lady?"

"No." She laughed, and came at me again. This time, my eyes locked onto her elbows, watching the micro-twitches that would betray her next move. Her right elbow dropped slightly, and I brought my axe down in a sudden sweep to the left. She didn't have time to stop her attack, nor a chance of parrying a blow of such force. She would be cut in half by her own momentum. At the last second, I saw her hips shift, and I turned my left sweep into a diagonal arc that would catch her desperate jump. She dropped to her back, her knees leading the way, and she slid under my axe. I felt a sharp pain in my groin, then a slice across my back. Where was she? I whipped around, my blade held close to catch her, my elbows flared to collide with her chin. I felt cold metal and hot pain in my hip, another in my shoulder. It was like she was a specter that I couldn't see but as a flash of white in my periphery, poking and jabbing into my back. I jump forward, caught myself on my heel, and threw everything in sudden reversal of direction, hoping to catch her shadowing me. But she'd already bounded backwards, and she was giggling like a schoolgirl.

"Trenok, it is poor form to bring two weapons to duel."

I looked down, and realized she'd cut my loincloth off.

She smirked at was dangling. "I don't know why you use an axe. You're clearly a natural with the hammer." She drew her eyes up to me, and licked her lips, "It would be a shame to disarm you. I don't think Certiok would ever forgive me."

This time, I came at her, splitting my lungs with my roar, my axe raised overhead. She recovered from my sudden ferocity in an instant, and adopted a defensive stance. But there was no defending this attack. It was a suicide move, a full commitment to killing the opponent at all cost. My only prayer was that Adrianna's small blade would miss all the important stuff when it stabbed me. I threw the axe end-over-end, and dove after it. She rolled out of the way of the axe, and into my arms. I had her. Just one squeeze, and she'd shit her guts out—she was gone. What? I was holding a white robe with a stiff ranger breastplate beneath it. She'd slipped right out. I felt a blade under my chin. I looked up.

"Do you yield, Trenok?" She asked. She wasn't smiling now.

"No."

"You know I'll do it."

I laughed. "Haven't you always, imperial?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"A Terdini always smiles in the face of death." I chuckled, "Very few get to smile into a face so beautiful."

Then she did crack a smile, but it was a deadly one. I angled my chin for her, took a final breath, and... and her lips were on mine, her tongue invading my mouth. Before I even knew what was happening, her little fingers were wrapped gently around my cock, stroking me, guiding me to rise with each caress until I was curved backward with arousal. She smiled against my lips, licking my tusks, exploring my gums and tongue, curious and experienced, inviting me to spar with her once more. Then her body was against mine, the soft warm flesh molding into my hard muscle, her breasts pillowing against my chest, her belly forming against my abdomen. I could feel the heat of her womanhood burning against me, her desire so great it was like wet flame. She slid her hand down my shaft and cradled my balls, sensually massaging them with unfeigned tenderness, moaning with need into my mouth. My faculties came back to me, and I seized her, my hands coming together around her head, ready to crush it like a melon.

She left my lips burning with her kiss, and smiled down at me, her eyes brimming with desire, no fear in them. "You fought well, Trenok, but you lost. Your life belongs to me now. If you kill me, even your father will disown you."

"What do you want?!" I snarled. Oh, but her fingers were heaven, rolling my balls in her palm, so cool against my hot flesh.

"Isn't obvious?" She grinned, her thumb caressing my nuts, "I want what's in here."

Certiok appeared behind Adrianna, and placed her hands on the elf's shoulders. "I tried to tell you, Trenok." She said, "We had an arrangement."

"What?"

"The world is changing, and I wanted to stay ahead of the curve. Adrianna agreed to be our surrogate. She will give us a daughter of dark blood."

"Can you imagine?" Adrianna whispered on my lips, "With your Terdini strength in her muscles, and my speed in her reflexes; she'll be a champion of champions, the brightest star in our new kingdom."

"You think I would give you my blood?!"

"Not me." Adrianna said, "She will only be mine in name and flesh, but Certiok will be her mother." Adrianna brought her other hand between my legs, and ran it sensually back and forth along my taint, "I stole your mother from you, Trenok. Let me give you a daughter."

"We'll name her 'Sherok.'" Certiok said, and took my face in her hands. I kissed her over Adrianna's shoulder, and my hands left the elf's head to run through Certiok's braids, bringing her deeper into my mouth. Certiok trailed her fingers down my neck, then drew her index up my chin, and ended the kiss with a grin, leaving me balanced on the tip of her finger. She reached down behind Adrianna, and grasped something. "Are you ready, Governess?" She asked.

"Is he?" Adrianna sneered.

Certiok chuckled knowingly, then ripped her hand back. There was sudden flood of wet warmth on my legs, and Adrianna's belly decompressed. Certiok stepped back, indulgently sucking upon an anal plug, watching us with a rapt gaze. Adrianna was shaking against me. Her fingers quivered as they traversed the length of my cock, the controlled sensuality gone from her, a hunger -no, a starvation- of desire teeming from her. Her breaths were shallow, her skin was suddenly hot, and when she lifted her head to look at me, her eyes were pure violet. Never in all my life had I seen such a look of sexual desperation. She didn't just want me, she needed me, she loved me like a priest loves god. And despite what I had said, I could not deny what I knew; Adrianna was more than worthy of my child. If anything, I was unworthy of giving her one.

"P-p-p-please!" She rasped with shuddering breath, "F-f-f-fuck m-m-m-m-me!"

And I wrenched her around by the hips, bent her over, and pushed her face into the puddle of spunk that had gushed from her anus. She lapped it up like a dehydrated mutt, splashing it uncaringly across her beautiful complexion, ruining herself before everyone. Her anus was hot and open before me, dribbling white nectar from its source. Her pussy was nearly red with desire, her tender lips swollen, her petals unfurled to reveal the dripping ovule between them, so tight, so small. I stuck my thumbs in her ass, and pried it apart, and her entire back wrenched into an arch, her mouth ceasing its meal so that she could bellow desperately into the puddle.

"Please! Please! Please!" She begged, clawing at the earth like a beast, smearing her face into the filth that had been marinating in her rectum. She had seemed the posterchild of elven dignity and nobility when she stood atop the steps in her robes, but now she showed her true colors, this whore, this wretched animal who would beg for a cock without shame. I pulled my thumbs apart until I thought she would tear, exposing her smooth ruby channel, her rim gaping wide enough to fit my pinched hand in it. I pulled even more, and her rectal sheath coiled and bunched, then crowned from her anus and birthed like a rose. She wept with pleasure, her entire body shaking, her back bowed in such an arch that her breasts were flush with her planted face.

I was amazed. And when I looked around at the audience, I saw that they were as captivated as I was. And why would they not be? For no matter what I did to her, no matter how I tried to humiliate her, or hurt her, I could not bring her down. She took everything with inhuman grace, a beast in her natural state, and everyone watching only felt privileged to bear witness.

I pulled her up by the hips until she dangled upside-down, planted my face between the supple swell of cheeks, and tasted the delicacy between them. My tongue ran through the squishing bud, and she moaned in delight, then wrapped her legs around my neck, and brought me deeper into her. I licked her anal flower, pushing my tongue deep into its ovule until it was sucked back into her rectum and her rim closed greedily about me. I indulged in the tartness of her sinful hole for a minute, then slid my tongue down her taint, and entered her sanctity. Her moan turned into a cry, and I felt her hands on me once more, pulling on my member to bring her swaying body to it. Wet heat surrounded me, her soft tongue molding pliantly to my shaft, sliding as she took me deeper and deeper.

There was a gasp from the crowd when she hit the resistance of her throat, then engulfed me into her gullet without so much as a gag. Her throat constricted around every inch she took, and then I felt her nose poking between my quaking balls. She swallowed around me, a low hum rising from her chest, accompanying the vulgar slurps of her lips when she rotated around my base, sucking so hard that the flesh she drew upon turned white with pressure. It dropped me to my knees, my thighs quivering uncontrollably. I kneaded my fingers into her asscheeks, and tasted her with all the sensuality a brute like me could, trying in earnest to match her. But it was fruitless.

My tongue learned the texture of her delicate insides, and my palate learned her taste. My tongue was wide enough that it stretched her inner-lips, making her twitch every time I changed my angle, and it was long enough to explore her deeply, the point dexterously finding her secret places, making her thighs squeeze my head in sudden contractions. But even though she saturated my muzzle with orgasms, even though she cried out muffled tones around the meat lodged in her neck, she did not cease her feeding for an instant, so gluttonous was she for my cock, and so skilled she was that I could not contain myself.

I splayed one large hand over her tailbone, the middle finger penetrating and stirring her ass, and with the other hand, I reached down, grabbed the back of her head, and fucked her face. I was ferocious, bucking and heaving, pulling myself all the way to the crease before plunging once more into the tender tube of throat, but she took me with ease, relishing my violence, reaching between my legs with languorous fingers to tease my taint. She pushed a finger into my ass, gently probed inside, then pressed and rubbed that spot within. The strength began to leave me. I swayed precariously on my knees, and with a groan, I fell backward, the earth shaking with my collapse. My cock was pulled out of her mouth, and I roared as I came, my seed bursting from my throbbing head to splatter across her face. She stretched down to take my head into her lips, and she sucked about my crease as I emptied load after load onto her tongue, her finger still invading me, pressing my convulsing organ, rubbing it hard to milk me of every drop.

She rose languorously, her back keeping its arch so that her glutes bulged before my face. Every motion from her was seeped in sex, and when she turned over her shoulder to look at me, her violet eyes were half-mast and expectant. I pulled my tongue slowly from her tight depths, curling it one last time before my exit to rub along her spot. A spasm shot up her spine, and ended with her tilting her head skyward, and purring with a smile. She wordlessly repositioned herself, now straddling me just below the hips, my cock standing against her abdomen. The ergonomics seemed impossible, but she wasn't scared at all of my size. She watched it rapturously as she pressed her pubis down on the base, and grinded her pussy-lips down my shaft. They deformed along their path, smooshing and flattening, excreting her lust all along me, preparing me. When she got to the head, any hardness that had left me after the orgasm had returned, and precum bubbled from my tip. She eased herself down atop me, reached back, and with eyes staring into mine, she guided my head inside her.

"Oh..." she groaned as I stretched her. Her groan turned into a moan, then a whine as she eased herself backward, consuming more and more of me. Her whine became a cry, and her cry became a whimper, and then there was no sound, for her lips only mouthed without breath as she took the last inch of me. Her brows knitted together, her mouth gaped in wonder. She pushed herself upright on shaking arms, and showed everyone what she'd done. With her hands on my abdomen to brace herself, she got into a squat, and slowly raised herself, revealing inch after inch of nectar-sheened cock, so thick that it stretched her inner-lips from her pelvis as she pulled. She got to the head, braced herself, then dropped. She squeaked, her voice cutting out once more, her breath leaving her chest. I stared in disbelief, but my awe was being slowly drowned by the sensations in my loins. Her tight heat enveloped me, the moist flesh within gripping me from base to tip, the feminine muscles clenching to squeeze me. She rose once more, then impaled herself again, and this time, her head flung back, and sounded out a scream of delight.

"Oh god, Trenok!" She bellowed, "Fuck me!"

I didn't need any more encouragement. I sat upright, grabbed her by the ass, and pulled her hard against me. She whimpered, her little hands grasping my chest, her head resting on my heart, waiting for me to ruin her. I pulled her up by her ass, reared back my hips, then brought us together, her pubis pounding into my crotch, the impact vibrating in our loins. She yelped and clenched, quivering from head to toe.

"Yes." She whispered on my chest, "Yes!"

I impaled her again, and again, bringing her up by her ass and plunging her back down, splitting her in two from the inside and holding her down, making her feel the full extent of her violation. She grinded on my crotch, blubbering incoherently, rolling those lewd muscles up my length. Her mouth found my nipple, and she kissed it, drawing it between her lips as she looked up at me with those pleading violet eyes, her hips rolling behind her, her ass bulging in twin domes that indented pliantly around my fingers. I pushed two digits from each hand into her shithole, and felt my cock from the other side. She sputtered against me, bubbles of spit leaking from her mouth, her eyes lolling in their sockets. I dug my fingers deep, and picked her up from the inside before dropping her again, and again, and again. Her mouth lost its function, and simply gaped open to sound cry after cry, her fingers raking against my chest, helpless to do anything but take it. I began accelerating, no longer stopping at the drop, but bouncing her off me, and her soprano note fluctuated in cadence with our joining bodies, her ass clapping behind her, wafting the scent of our sex into their air.

"You're making me come!" She screamed in my ear, convulsing in the throes of yet another orgasm. Her voice was pleading, almost like she wanted me to stop, but I knew better.

I kept one hand splayed across her ass with the finger buried to the knuckle, and gripped her hair with the other. I wrenched back, and her spine arched to accommodate the pull, presenting her jiggling bronze breasts. I greedily took a nipple into my mouth, my tusks crazing her sensitive areola, my lips pulling roughly on the swollen node. She held onto my head for dear life, her entire body lurching with the impact of our joining thrusts, and she still fucked herself through it all, squatting and dropping, stretching her little pussy gaping. I molested her anus with two fingers, then three, then four. I held her against me like she was a handle, and she squealed, her rectum fluttering and squirming with the clenches of her muscles, my cock forcing its walls to squish into my fingers.

"You like that you fucking slut?!" I snarled.

"I'm your little anal whore!" She whined, "Come inside me! Please! Please! Please! Get me pregnant! Use me as a fucking cum dumpster! I'm nothing but your breeding bitch!"

I wrenched on her hair, forcing her chin to jut to the ceiling, her neck striating with tension. I licked her from nipple to ear, then plunged my tongue into her mouth. She was competitive even in her defeated state, her tongue dancing in a slithering contest, her mouth devouring still. I kneaded her anal flesh against my cock, rubbing back and forth along her division. Her pussy clamped down on me, her netherlips sucking me in, her moist grip pumping with my cock. She screamed in my mouth and her legs splayed out wide, her glutes squeezing my molesting hand, but her loins opening up, allowing me the last few inches of depth. I hit her bottom, punching her final sphincter with each ferocious thrust. Her tongue went limp in my mouth. Her violet eyes rolled back. Her face flushed with color, and she droned stupidly from her parted lips, strings of my saliva leaving them.

"Oh my god." She gasped, seeming to look right through me. All tension within her melted, her limbs succumbing to the lassitude of ecstasy, her resistances opening all the way to the bottom. Every thrust I delivered shot a mindless squeak from her lips, and they became louder and higher, more joyous, more desperate. She undulated against me like a dancer, her belly rolling in sinuous grace, her hips rocking, stirring her taut womanhood around me, stretching her already ruined channel. I could feel her pulse accelerating from the inside, accompanying her panting breaths, her high notes of euphoria coming louder and louder, and mine were joining! The roil in my balls had become a boil, then a churning that built through my taint and clogged in my cock, the pressure mounting, the pleasure growing, growing, compelling me to thrust into her like animal, rolling atop her, holding her down by her throat, smashing into her like I wanted to drive her into the earth.

She screamed around her constricting throat, still oscillating in her possessed wave, the end of each motion bringing my cock all the way inside, hitting the entrance to her womb, dilating it. I could barely hold myself upright. The rage of my lust was quelled by the ecstasy, the orgasm that stayed inside me, building past the point where I could contain it any longer, and yet, there was no release! I dropped to my elbow, brought to prostrate atop my woman, this Adrianna, this whore, this goddess. All I could do was thrust and thrust, desecrating her convulsing insides, growling and yelling for mercy as she screamed for it, but we could not give it to each other, trapped in a torture of ecstasy, losing our minds! With the last of my strength I buried myself to the hilt inside her, and exploded.

"Fuck!" Adrianna screamed, her teeth gritted, tears cornering her eyes. She thrashed her head back and forth, her body writhing to expel the ecstasy surging through her. I was there with her, growling and heaving, my entire essence emptying from my cock and draining into her open womb. She clawed at my back, her spine arching from the ground, her chin tilting so that she could howl mindlessly to the rafters above. Then the feeling diminished, and my thrusts eased, and when the last of my cum had been taken, I rolled off her, my cock slipping out to smack exhaustedly upon my thigh. Adrianna's breaths decelerated, and became steady pants, her breasts heaving gently with her inflating diaphragm. Certiok knelt beside her, and with an adoring grin, she guided Adrianna to grasp her knees, then reached beneath her, and tilted her pelvis toward the ceiling to ensure that every bit of me drained into her womb.