Queen Yavara Ch. 33

"Please Magistrate Augustinia!" Esitiok Balktar whined. She was nineteen, slender and nubile, her pale-green flesh tattooed in tribal savagery, but her face remarkably girlish and innocent. That face was contorted in strain and pleasure as my index fingers slowly stirred her puckered green anus, the digit becoming wet with what was drooling down her taint. She was on her back atop my desk, her black magistrate robes opened to reveal her nakedness, her wrists and ankles bound spread-eagle, her head in clamps. Her older sister, Heciok Balktar, squatted over her face, straining with trembling thighs not to engage in the incestual depravity I'd positioned them in. It was a picture of arousal and humiliation that I wished I could paint for posterity. God, what had happened to me?

"Heciok," I lectured before the rapt eyes of my surrounding thirty-seven students, "what are the three edicts of Alkandran law?"

"Justice is fair, justice is blind, and justice is vengeful!" Heciok sputtered, squirming in the ropes I'd tied that squeezed her large green breasts and bound her hands behind her back.

"Very good, Heciok." I smiled.

"Thank you, Magistrate Augustinia!" Heciok managed to be elated by my praise despite her uncomfortable state. I turned my attention to her older sister.

"Esitiok," I said, increasing the radius of my stirring motion, "if no physical evidence is presented, how many credible witnesses are needed to convict a defendant?"

"Oh..." she groaned, her hips rotating with my finger, her pussy salivating hungrily, "...four?"

"I'm sorry, the correct answer was 'five.'" I sighed, and added a second finger. Her moans became louder, the rivulets of nectar running down her taint became thicker. "Heciok," I said to the older sister as she whimpered in her squatting position, "on what grounds can a defendant demand a trial by combat?"

"I don't know, Magistrate Augustinia!" She cried, squirming to stay upright.

I gestured broadly with my free hand. "Why don't you ask your fellow classmates then? I'm sure they would love to help you."

Heciok looked around frantically, but she was only met with vindictive smirks.

I added a third finger to poor Esitiok, and she squealed, shaking her head in the clamps, her body gyrating in pleasure.

"Do you know why no one will help you two?" I asked the sisters, "It's because you have been cruel to your classmates, and have not yet accepted the bonds of this sisterhood. Your outside identities mean nothing. Your name means nothing. You are magistrates in training, and your duties are to your country, not to your tribe."

"Magistrate Augustinia, please!" Heciok pleaded, the table shaking with her quivering legs.

I just smiled, and added a fourth finger to her younger sister's anus. Her green rim squeezed me like an anal cuff, the spokes in her flesh stretching along the twitching rim. I gazed at Heciok, "You can always try and guess the answer."

"Hurry Heciok!" Esitiok pleaded, her voice rich with pleasure as she stared into her older sister's spread pussy.

"Um..." Heciok knitted her brow, "in order to demand a trial by combat, the defendant must have... a sword?"

"I'm sorry, Heciok, but a defendant can only demand a trial by combat if the verdict of the magistrate and the verdict of the jury differ." I placed my other hand on Esitiok's leaking pussy, and gently pinched her engorged clit. The woman screamed, and Heciok screamed with her when her legs suddenly gave out. Her crotch landed on her Esitiok's mouth, and Esitiok's chin went static beneath her, trying with all her might not to do what was inevitable.

"Taste her, Esitiok." I whispered, "Taste your older sister, and give in to the sisterhood. We're all sisters here, so what does it matter if you came from the same cunt? All the other siblings have succumbed to each other already, so why do you resist? Lick the forbidden nectar; it is the sweetest, after all."

With the sensual twist of my fingers on her clit, and the gentle violation of my fingers in her tight anus, I compelled Esitiok's body to relax. Heciok pleaded silently with me, her lower lip trembling, but there would be no mercy for her. Esitiok's clit began throbbing in my fingers, her juices began spurting from her vacant slit. Her thighs trembled with the imminence of release, but I would not give it to her. I tortured her with pleasure until I saw her chin finally go slack, and her tongue slide out to venture into her sister's slit.

"Esitiok!" Heciok cried, horrified at what she was feeling. I controlled the motion of Esitiok's tongue with my fingers, mastering her like a puppet, and in turn, gaining mastery over her older sister. I watched the change come over them both. Esitiok's trepidation slowly faded, and she moaned into her sister's depths as she undulated to the motions of my fingers, pleading torpidly for release. Heciok's whimpers subsided, and little gasps came from her mouth. She clenched her jaw, trying to deny the sounds that were bubbling in her throat, but I saw the twitches between her spread legs, and the clenches of her abdomen. I saw the way her pussy drooled its juices down her sister's chin. Her neck striated to hold back the cry, but she could not, and she sounded it out, ashamed, pure, and joyous, and the class cheered to hear it. No longer able to deny her ecstasy, she gyrated atop her sister's face, her hips rolling, the delectable fat of her waist creasing.

"Oh god, lick me Esitiok!" She cried in surrender.

"Sisters," I said, "Esitiok and Heciok have finally joined the sisterhood. Welcome them!" And I withdrew my fingers just as the girls descended upon the pair, grasping their breasts, putting their mouths on their parts, exchanging smiling kisses and gaping moans. Robes were discarded and tattooed green flesh was exposed, and my desk became a pile of women.

A pair of hands undid my robe, and another parted my legs. Kilok was on her knees behind me, planting her face between my supple cheeks, her lips wrapping around my anus, her tongue pushing through. Then Perciak was beneath me, kneeling beside her friend, lifting me between their faces so that she could plunge her tongue into my slit. Gertiak was kneeling before me, my brightest student, my shining star, and she devoured my tattooed cock to the base, gagging and gurgling, but still diligently ravaging her throat. Resecelliok took one of my nipples in her mouth, and Yuniara took the other, and they nursed upon me in that ferocious way orcs do, their tusks grazing, their lips pulling with a ravenous sensuality. I tilted my head back, my body turned to jelly by the wet probing invasion of tongues in my hot soft places, and I lounged splendidly atop my throne of women.

"Governess, what can I help you with?" I asked Adrianna, peeking from the corner of my eye.

"Governess?" She asked with an incredulous smile.

"I can't teach my students respect if I don't show it."

Adrianna glanced at my predicament. "I wish I didn't have to come all the way up here to see you in the morning."

"I told you I have to be here for them overnight. It's necessary... oh, Perciak, keep doing that!... it's necessary for properly indoctrinating them. They graduate tomorrow morning, and I'll be back in your bed tomorrow night."

Adrianna smiled ruefully, "I didn't want to sound needy."

I grinned her, "I like that you do though. Care to join?"

"I'd love to, but I have to be at the docks shortly. The Lowlands ambassador is coming here today, and he needs to meet all of us."

"I'll see if I can't squirrel away some time this afternoon. Should I wear my ass-kissing lipstick?"

"No, Furia." She grinned, "I think he'll be the one wearing the brown gloss."

ADRIANNA

Most of the hybrids now had tattoos everywhere on their body. Soraya and Faltia even had them on their fingers. Alexa had kept her breasts and belly bare, which I thought was a striking contrast. Kiera and Brianna's many tattoos were individual and separated with flesh, while Eva's elaborate scene of debauchery flowed uninterrupted over her entire body, ending at the collar.

Furia broke with tradition by getting tattoos only in places none of the others had them. She had surprised us all when her first tattoo was on her face. It was a beautiful tribal design that flowed around her left brow, circled her left eye, ran down her cheek, and traced her jaw until it tapered at the chin. She explained that the ancient Alkandran magistrates tattooed the design to mark their devotion to the law. It made her girlish face look fierce and distinguished, and I had it between my legs as soon as I could. For a week, Furia was content with having no other tattoos, leaving her body completely bare. That was, until Certiok and her got drunk one afternoon, and Furia stumbled back with the Terdini fertility symbol tattooed over her magnificent cock. Us hybrids healed fast, so the flesh was already renewed by the time I tested the taste of her newly-decorated organ.

As for me, I still hadn't gotten my first tattoo. I guess I was just more selective with what I put on my body than the rest. I was definitely more selective than Brianna.

"See?" She laughed, her robe hiked up to her hips, her hands spreading her cheeks.

"Wow." I said flatly. It was both my reaction, and what Brianna now had tattooed over her asshole, the 'o' circumnavigating her rim.

She opened and closed her anus, and I stay my reaction to play with it, and instead grabbed her robe, and shoved it back down. "The ambassador is about to arrive, Brianna. Act normal for at least the first five minutes."

I watched the Lowland ships approaching the dock. I never trusted King Dreus when I was a Highlander, and I sure as shit didn't trust him as an Alkandran. When Soraya had seen the trade deal Yavara had signed, she'd spit out her morning coffee. It was, quite simply, robbery. Well, we'd be renegotiating that, as wells as some other things. We'd make sure Prince Mathew Dreus felt the full brunt of Alkandran hospitality. The trade ship docked at the silver mines, and the ramp came down, but no trolls were there to greet them with great mounds of silver. The ambassador's ship docked by the castle, and the ramp was cast down. A single man walked down it. He was tall, tan and brown-haired, his complexion shining with boyish youth, his features regal and proud. The second-born son of King Albert Dreus.

"My lord," I said, bowing, "I am Governess Adrianna Alkandra. This is Populations Director Brianna Dedaclia. We are honored to have you as a guest."

Prince Mathew executed a practiced bow in return, and answered, "Governess Adrianna, Director Dedaclia; the honor is mine." He stood up straight, and smiled with a mouth full of perfect teeth, "My god, you two are a vision. I thought I'd landed on an island of sirens when I first stepped off the ship."

"Thanks bro." Brianna giggled in the sluttiest way imaginable.

Prince Mathew blinked. "Did you just call me, 'bro?'"

I took his arm and scowled at the smirking Brianna. "We like to keep things a little informal in Alkandra."

I guided Prince Mathew through the main boulevard, showing off the architecture and artistry of the urban strip.

"My father always said he'd love to demolish Ardeni and start over," Prince Mathew said as we stopped at the bridge over the Knife River. "Every king before him had to add their own flair to the city, and since we've had hundreds of kings, the city is a disaster. I wish I could add my flair to the beautiful disaster, but alas, I was born second."

"Alexa will be Alkandra's chief architect for centuries." I said, "The city will grow by her vision alone."

"And I'm sure it will be magnificent." Prince Mathew said, critically eyeing a large building that would become Alkandra's university once we established an education system. "So," he said, "you two used to be men."

"But I'm still just a boy at heart." Brianna snickered, resting on the railing beside him in such a way that her breasts floated from her robe.

Prince Mathew ignored her, instead looking at me. "When we got the message from Zander that Thomas Adarian had become governess of Alkandra, we were... curious as to what that meant."

"Not what you expected?" I asked, giving him a nice side angle of my cleavage.

"A pleasant surprise, to be sure." Prince Mathew smiled, not even glancing down.

"Why are you here, Prince Mathew?"

"To establish an embassy in Alkandra, and begin constructing a mirror relay so that our sovereigns can speak face to face." He pointed to a tall hill that overlooked the bay, "The first mirror should go there. I surveyed other high points along the coast that we can use. Our crews will build halfway there, and yours will build the other half."

"Actually, your crews will build the entire thing." I said, "We won't be devoting any resources to Ardeni projects."

"It's a joint project."

"And how does it benefit us?" I asked, leaning on the railing, "Will your king try to lure our queen into another predatory trade deal? Or will he perhaps request to use her sovereign highways without penalty to trade with the Bearded Peaks?"

"Statecraft is a fine game, and you're being very blunt."

"We only speak bluntly, Prince Mathew." I smiled sweetly, "We might look pretty, but we're beasts, and beasts aren't prone to subtlety."

Prince Mathew sighed, "Is the tour over already, governess? Time to get to brass-tax and all that?"

"We can continue the tour if your like." I indicated my head toward the sprawling city that hugged the river for miles, "That is the real Alkandra."

Prince Mathew regarded it with a sneer. "No, Ardeni has enough slums of its own. I don't need to see yours."

"What about the stadium?" Brianna asked.

"The stadium?" Prince Mathew's interest was obviously piqued, "You have an arena?"

"The largest in the world."

"Bigger than The Pit in Drastin?"

"Almost twice as big."

"I am... intrigued."

We made our way through the shanty town, and contrary to Prince Mathew's dismissal, it was nothing like the destitute slums of Ardeni. There were narcotic shops between bakeries and butchers, sex clubs between clothing stores and blacksmiths, and bars between textiles and pottery shops. Tattoo parlors were next to daycares, bare-knuckle boxing rings were next to medical kiosks, warg fighting rings were next to puppy mills, theatres were next to strip clubs, and schools were next to combat training studios. Prostitutes advertised their bodies within birdcages that hung from poles, freakshow actors performed stunts in the streets, tribal dancers showed off their moves and percussion musicians blasted their tomes from every corner. There weren't just orcs either. Goblins, centaurs, ogres, beastkin, succubi, incubi, kitsunes, and fauns all walked the streets, most of them as wild as the forest they'd come from. Brawls flooded out of taverns, people fucked in the middle of the road, drunks and druggies expelled their fluids everywhere. It would've seemed like hell to Thomas Adarian. Now, it seemed like home.

Prince Mathew gawked wide-eyed at everything surrounding him. More than once I saw him flinch and reach for his sword, whatever good that would've done him.

"Shouldn't we have an honor guard?" He said, his voice pitched high in alarm.

"We're not good enough for you?" Brianna giggled.

"With all due respect, Population Director, I don't think you'll be much help if a berserk centaur charges me!"

"Why would that happen? Do you owe any centaurs money?" Brianna tittered.

"No one will harm you with us around." I assured the prince, "The citizens here revere us."

"Don't you fear assassins?"

"Only a suicidal assassin would try to kill us here." I said, and then shot out my arm before Prince Mathew walked right into the middle of fight. Two massive ogres roared as they dealt each other crushing blows, the street shaking with their footfalls. The ten-foot behemoths struck each other with haymakers that would've planted me into the bedrock, then they wrestled through a kiosk, destroying pots and pans, vases and bowls. The poor shop owner screamed in dismay as the ogres stepped back, and drew their mighty clubs.

"Isn't someone going to do something?!" Prince Mathew shrieked, "The constables are just standing there!"

Five of Faltia's watchmen stood on the sidelines with the rest of the crowd, a few of them placing bets. The ogres charged each other once more, swinging their clubs overhead. The weapons smashed together, a sound like an explosion blasting from the collision, and they whirled on each other, their great clubs humming through the air in a blur. One ducked the other's swing, then sprang off the ground in a mighty leap, screamed with his club raised high, and brought it down on the other's head, splattering it like a watermelon. The crowd roared, and the dead ogre took two reflexive steps before wobbling, and crashing to the ground.

Brianna applauded fervently, absolutely delighted by the display, and I conceded a few claps of my own before I pointed to the watchmen, and yelled, "Arrest this ogre."

The ogre wheeled on me. "What did I do?"

"What did you do?!" Prince Mathew squeaked.

I pointed to the destroyed kiosk. "That's criminal destruction of property. You'll see a magistrate in three days about paying restitution, but until then, you'll be in the mines."

The watchmen hauled out a massive set of irons, and clamped them around the ogre's outstretched wrists. His shoulders slumped as he was guided toward the silver mines, the sound of applause and cheers carrying him away. I pulled one of the remaining watchmen aside, and demanded his badge number. Gambling while on watch was forbidden.

"If you don't want me telling Commander Faltia about this, you better get rid of this body." I hissed, pointing at the headless hulk in the street.

"By myself?!"

I shrugged. "Get a hacksaw."

From there, we took the shaken Ardeni prince toward the quarry. Here, the street widened to accommodate the increase in traffic. The stadium was becoming the centerpiece of the city, and so the buildings grew taller, and the debauchery became greater. While revelers frolicked, fought and fucked in the streets, twenty-foot-tall trolls lumbered down the construction causeway with great rectangular stones on their backs, heading toward the urban strip. The crowd became tighter, and soon, I was packed in with the foot-traffic of Alkandra, and had to hold the hapless prince's hand lest he get washed away. We finally broke through the crowd, and there before us, was the Alkandran Arena. It was an enormous bowl dug into the quarry, rimmed at street-level with great statues of battle that Tim and his apprentice stone masons had made. It didn't come off the ground like traditional coliseums, but the way it opened up was spectacular.

"Pretty amazing, huh?" I asked him. I turned with a smug smile to see his reaction, but he wasn't looking at the wonder before him. No, he was staring slack-jawed at Eva's stage.

Eva had on a circus conductor's hat, and with her lion-tamer's whip, she herded six naked orcs around a walking carousel, their collars linked to chains that were all looped at the top of the carousel, where a lever connected to a bullseye released the entire contraption. Eva's assistant, the lovely Soraya, had on clown makeup and a frilly skirt over her gold-chain dress, and was rapidly crawling away from the lead orc like a terrified bunny at a dog race, setting the pace for the debauched carnival ride.

"They..." Prince Mathew blinked himself back to reality, "they are... hybrids, are they not? Women of great standing in your society?"

"Yeah. That's First Scribe Soraya Poneria in the clown outfit, and Outreach Director Eva Alecia is the conductor." I said.