Queen Yavara Ch. 33

"And you let them act like this?! In front of everyone?!"

Brianna guffawed. "Shit bro, I'd be joining them if I didn't have to chaperone your tight ass."

"Brianna, be nice!"

Prince Mathew turned to me. "And you, Governess?"

"I've been the clown a few times." I confessed with a smile.

He stared at me like he didn't recognize me at all, then looked back at the carousel. "And... and what happens when the orcs catch her?"

"Use your imagination." Brianna giggled.

"What's more interesting," I said with a sly smile, taking the prince by the arm, "is what happens if someone manages to hit that target up there."

"I think I'll pass."

"Brianna?"

"I was always a terrible shot. Plus, I didn't bring my kneepads."

"Governess!" Certiok called from the vendor's booth, "Care to try your luck, birthmother?"

"Birthmother?" Prince Mathew inquired.

"It's a long story." I said, and left him to be babysat by Brianna while I strolled over to Certiok. I greeted her with our typical animalistic kiss, grabbing and squeezing her ass until my fingers disappeared in the fat. I didn't doubt that Prince Mathew's eyes were bugging out of his head, but I also didn't really care too much.

"You're manning the booth today?" I asked her when we parted.

"Eva put me up to it." Certiok rolled her eyes to the carny hat atop her braided head, "We had a bet, I lost. Who's the human staring at us?"

"Prince Mathew Dreus."

"Oooo, royalty." She cooed, looking over my shoulder at him, "He's a cutie pie."

"And a virgin." I grinned, tossing her a gold piece.

"Adrianna," she said in a low voice, "what are you going to do to that poor, innocent boy?"

"So many terrible, terrible things," I chuckled, taking the bow and arrow from her. "Wish me luck!"

"No!" She giggled, "I rather see you with clown-face on."

"You'll be disappointed." I said over my shoulder, then stepped to the challenger's podium, and nocked my arrow. Eva whipped an orc hard across the back, the sadistic delight shining bright her eyes. Then those eyes fell on me, and they widened.

"Not you, you fucking—"

And I shot the arrow over the heads of the spectators, across the stage, and right into the bullseye at the top of the carousel. The chains around the orcs' necks released. There was a beautiful moment when Eva stared in slack-jawed horror, and the orcs grinned back at her with vengeance in their eyes. Then she turned on her heel, and sprinted for the tent. But Soraya was faster, and she pounced on her Domina.

"No! No! No!" Soraya scolded Eva, "This was the game, Domina, and you have to follow the rules!"

"Adrianna, you whooOOOOORE!" Eva's shout turned to a scream as she was picked up by her hair, then her scream was silenced when a fat orc cock was shoved down her throat. Another orc took his position beneath her, and a third took his position behind her, and she was simultaneously penetrated in both holes, the meat stretching her elastic entrances to their limits. The other three orcs surrounded her, one wrapping a collar around her neck, another whipping her across the back, a third taking off the nipple clamps Eva had bestowed upon him and returning them to their rightful owner. Soraya was left pitifully unattended, and had to tap one of the orcs on the shoulder to get his attention, then presented her body with open arms and a hopeful smile. She was grabbed, and given what she was owed.

The crowd cheered, and I bowed, and hopped from the challenger's podium. I received pats on the back, smacks on the ass, and I made out with a few strangers before I got back to Brianna and Prince Mathew.

"Show off." Brianna sneered, unabashedly eye-fucking me.

"How could you?!" Prince Mathew exclaimed, "She was your friend, and you—"

"Gave her exactly what she wanted?" I laughed, "Eva's a dom, so the only way she can get off being a sub, is if she's forced into the situation. Why do you think she designed the game that way?"

"She doesn't seem to be enjoying herself."

"Look closer, Your Highness." I chuckled. One of the orcs shifted his hips, giving everyone a clear view of Eva, her back forced upright, her legs forced wide apart, one cock driving into her ass, one cock driving into her pussy, and a third cock -her cock- was curving back and leaking with pleasure. Cum dripped like lava from the tip, spurting thick ropes every time the orc behind her jammed his cock against her prostate. I though Prince Mathew's jaw might fall off.

"Oh," Brianna pinched his cheek, "is it bigger than yours?"

"Don't touch me!" He tried to slap her hand away, but it was already gone.

"Brianna, didn't I tell you to be nice?" I scolded.

"I've been trying to be nice, but every time a drop a hint, he just trips right over it!" She threw up her hands, "Good God, Your Highness, do you need me to suck your cock for you to pick up what I'm putting down here?"

Prince Mathew blushed to the roots of his hair, and Brianna's face fell in shameful realization.

"Aw, shit." She muttered, "What are you? Sixteen? Seventeen?"

"Eighteen." He mumbled.

"Your dad sent an eighteen-year-old virgin to be the ambassador to Alkandra?" She asked incredulously, "What was he thinking?"

"He sent me here because I'm a homosexual."

"Oh." Brianna straightened up, and tidied her robes, "Well, now I feel a lot less insulted. Whew, I was worried for a second."

"You narcissistic bitch!" I laughed.

"Guiltyyyyy." She sang and threw her arm around Prince Mathew's shoulder, "Hey bro. One time, back when I was a dude, I got really drunk with another dude, and we were out on patrol by ourselves with nothing to do, and you know... what I'm saying is, there's nothing to be ashamed of. In case you haven't noticed by now, being gay isn't exactly exotic over here in Alkandra."

Prince Mathew snarled, shook off Brianna's arms, and sprinted straight for the stadium.

"Damn, what's up his ass?" Brianna mused.

"Low hanging fruit, Brianna."

"Are you gonna pick it? Or are you just gonna let it rot?"

"Fine. It's what isn't up his ass that's the problem."

"That'a girl." Brianna grinned, then cocked her head as she watched the prince scramble around the corner. "Alexa's in there. I wonder what she'll make of our wayward royalty?"

"You think she'll have more luck with him than we did?"

"She has the prerequisite equipment, but... she's Alexa. We need someone with a firmer hand."

"Our enforcer is out of commission for the moment." I said, gesturing to the triple-stuffed Eva Alecia.

"She has too firm a hand anyway. I was thinking someone whose persuasive skills were more refined."

I chuckled, "I'll send Furia a messenger bird."

ALEXA

I wiped my brow, and sighed. The late summer sun was brutal near the bay, and the humidity wasn't much better. At least I'd forgone modesty a while ago. I took off my shirt, then my pants, then just decided work boots were the only clothes I needed for the day. I often made that decision, and it was distracting for my project leaders. I had to relieve them with my body just to get their focus back on the task at hand. There you go again, blaming other people for being a slut. I thought with a smile to myself. I guessed I still needed excuses for getting gangbanged by my subordinates. It was just a tiny piece of the old Alexa I kept for myself, maybe for nostalgia. Maybe I just liked playing a part while ten orcs ravaged my holes. Unfortunately, there were no orcs in the stadium.

"Tim!" I called to my partner, "Tell the big fellas to take a break! It's too hot to work!"

Tim waved a massive hairy hand from the bottom of quarry, put down his saw, and left for break. We'd made great strides since dawn, and only the last few flights of risers needed to be levelled out before the stadium was done. I inspected the thirty-foot statue of an orc stabbing a centaur behind me, and then my eyes fell on a lone human sprinting through the entrance and plastering himself to the statue's base right beside me. He looked over his shoulder, breathing heavily, then he sighed, and slid down the wall into a sitting position.

"Hey." I said to him.

He was so startled that his circlet leapt right off his head.

"You're the ambassador, right?" I asked, sitting down beside him, "You spent your whole life in the architectural wonder that is Ardeni Dreus, so you tell me; what am I missing with these towers?"

"W-w-what?" He stammered frightfully.

"I wanted the base structure to be brutalist, but the statues give it kind of a neoclassical look. I really like how it's turned out -a clash of modern and antiquity-, but there's something missing, and I don't get what."

He blinked stupidly for a second, then adjusted the circlet on his head. "Um... your windows are the wrong size for brutalist architecture."

"How do you mean?"

"They're too well-proportioned within the frame of the tower. What you have is a strange amalgamation of gothic and brutalism for your base structure. Too plain to be gothic, but too proportioned to be purely brutalist."

"Huh," I mused, "shit, you're right. I'll have to change the windows."

"You can also just fill in some if you're really going for that post-fascist-dystopian look." He gestured to the classical statures around us, "Echoes of empires lost clashing with the modern sentiment dying mysticism."

"No, I wanted to convey more of a new-world kingdom feel. More optimistic."

"Then bigger windows are your solution."

"Well, thanks a ton mister..."

"Prince Mathew Dreus." He said, taking my hand.

"Prince? Was I supposed to curtsy?"

"With what?" He laughed, and then quickly averted his wandering eyes from my crotch. That little action put all the pieces into place.

"Did Brianna and Adrianna chase you off?"

"Mostly Brianna."

"She can be really forward, can't she?" I chuckled, "Everything's a joke to her. She doesn't want you to take her seriously until she's got your cock in her mouth, then all of the sudden you realize she wasn't joking at all."

"Yeah." He snorted.

"Well, besides all the debauchery, how do you like the city?"

"It's well planned. You can see how things are accounted for with care, the spatial separations are good, the city flows well. The sooner you get your hands on the shanties, the better."

"Alkandra can't be a soulless engineering project. I have built the foundation of it, but the real city must grow on its own."

"That's an interesting philosophy."

"It's Alkandra's philosophy. This place doesn't judge you for who you are or what you want, only for your ability to get it."

He snorted. "They say the same thing about Ardeni, but that's simply not true. Oh, if you're a commoner, you can be free as a daisy, but there can be no flowers in the High Court."

"Maybe it's good your dad sent you here then." I said, my pinky interlocking his. He looked into my eyes, and I smiled gently into his, "Did you notice that no one followed you, Prince Mathew? Can I call you Matt? The reason no one followed you, is because they knew you didn't want to be followed. And now here you are, alone in the place with me, and no one's watching us."

"I... uh..."

"I know what you want, Matt." I said, my fingers sliding up his arm, "It's what I want too. All the other girls like me -Kiera, Eva, Furia- they treat me like meat, but with you, I feel like I could maybe be treated differently."

"Like how?"

My fingers slid behind his head, "Like how a man should be treated by another man." I gently angled his head so that his eyes rested on my lap.

He swallowed and blinked, his lower lip trembling. "I don't even know your name."

"Alexa. But you can call me 'Alex' if you want." I giggled, running my hands through his wonderful curls, "I kind of like it, actually."

"Alex, I... I..."

"Sweetie, it's nothing to be scared of. Mine's nice and small, and when it gets hard," I whispered as it began to rise on demand, "it only gets a little thicker. You can't even see my pussy right now, can you? And my tits are small enough that if I stretch like this," I arched my back against the wall, "well, then I just look like a pretty boy. Just like you, Matt; my pretty little prince."

"I can't do this." He breathed, staring rapturously at my cock as it engorged fully.

I ran my thumb along his smooth jawline, not a whisker to be seen on it. His lips were full and luscious, never before kissed. Why was it that when I saw purity, I wanted more than anything to defile it? Why couldn't I leave something untainted? If I were Eva or Furia, I probably would've forced the issue until he loved it, but that wasn't me. Even when I was with women, I was never the dominant partner. I could not be domineering like Furia or Eva, or even confidently masculine like Kiera could be. I was too tender a soul, and yet, I desired beyond description to be this man's dominant, just for once to know what it was like. I could smell his weakness and trepidation, and it confused me almost as much as it aroused me. I did not know how to proceed, and so I would be very careful, and lead with a very light touch

I pressed my body against his side, and brought my mouth to his ear. I licked around the shell, and felt him shudder. I slowly slid my hand up his thigh until I felt his bulge. Oh, he was blessed. My fingers ran the length of him, then pushed beneath his waistband. He gasped.

"It's OK," I whispered in his ear as I gently grasped his cock, "I'll take care of you, Matt. Just do what I say, and everything will be fine."

With my grasping hand, I pulled his cock from his pants, and with the other, I angled his face toward mine, and kiss him. He was trepid and awkward, staring at me as my tongue entered his mouth, but I was soothing and sensual, guiding him with infinite patience. His inexperience made him submissive to me, and I nurtured that submissive side, gently subduing him with lips and tongue, carefully molding his virgin sexuality to my liking. When he tried to cup my cheek, I intercepted his hand with mine, and guided it to my crotch. I had to suppress a sharp inhalation was his fingers brushed my tip, for I did not want him to know how reactive my body was.

"That's it," I whispered on his lips, parting the kiss, "you can touch me there. Don't be shy."

I leaned back against the wall, and stroked him as he wrapped his unsure fingers around me.

"You know what to do." I smiled, and he smiled nervously back, and began to stroke me. This time, I could not hide the sudden hiss that came through my lips, and my reaction emboldened him. His hand moved with more gusto, squeezing me at the base, then drawing up along the shaft, applying pressure so that the pleasure bulged before his grip, and bubbled out of my tip. My control over him was precarious, and I knew the dynamic could shift at any moment unless I regained my edge.

"Taste it." I commanded softly, keeping my voice steady.

He looked up at me uncertainly, and I let go of his cock, and ran both my hands through his lush locks. "I know you've fantasized about it," I said, gently guiding his head down, "you've gone over this moment so many times in your mind, that you already know what to do. Just let go, and follow your instincts."

He looked inquisitively at the cock in his hand, then opened his lips, and kissed the tip. His tongue came out, and curiously licked me, running back and forth along my aperture until the head was pulsing and purple. I bit my lip and moaned, arching my back from the wall, struggling to keep my motions sensual and commanding. I applied steady pressure to the back of his head, not exerting him, but guiding him to the next step.

"Mmm," I hummed a luxuriant moan, "now suck it, Matt. Just open those lips around it, and take it as deep as you can."

He looked up at me from his coiled bangs, and slowly opened his mouth around the head. His teeth grazed me, but he retracted them quickly, and sealed his lips around my crease. My brows knitted together with pleasure, and my breaths became slow and heavy. I pushed down a little harder on the back of his head, and he slowly took me in.

"Yes!" I hissed, balling my hands in his hair, not pulling it, but keeping a firm grip, "that's it! Just like that!"

My cock was short enough that most of it was in his mouth before my tip reached his throat. I didn't pressure him to go deeper, but relaxed my grip in his hair, and pet him lovingly, running my fingers through his mane and down his neck. I looked dotingly upon him as he gave me a proud open-mouthed smile, and drew up, his sucking lips emitting little slurps until he was at my crease, and he rotated before going back down. I let out a long breath, and relaxed, feeling secure in my ability to control myself. I continued to nurture his demure sexuality, plying him with praise, grooming his hair with my fingers, smiling warmly upon him, making him feel safe. Making him desire my safety.

"You're doing such a good job." I whispered, "You make me feel so good, Matt. I can make you feel good, you know. I've had a lot of practice. I'll teach you everything you want to know. You can come visit me, and we'll do it in a private place where no one will see us. Would you like that?"

He nodded .

I grinned. "I'll keep you safe. All the others, Furia, Eva and Kiera, they'll want to do bad things to you. They won't treat your right like I will. You'll only be with me, OK?"

He nodded again, and I grinned endearingly. They would not corrupt him. He would belong only to me.

"That's awful selfish of you, Alexa." Furia's voice came from above, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Mathew scrambled back.

"As you were, Your Highness." Furia said airily, lounging nakedly atop the statue's podium like a basking jungle cat, her bronze body a celebration of feminine curves, save for the one part of her that made her special. Prince Mathew stopped and stared when he saw it, and my jealousy flared.

"Go away, Furia!" I snapped, "He doesn't want you!"

Furia raised her brow and smiled broadly, then flipped off the podium and landed before me, imposing despite her small frame. I scrambled to get up, but her hand was in my hair before I could, and she pushed me back on my ass. She pressed her flaccid cock against and my face, and smeared it over my nose and mouth, making me smell the used pussy that still coated it. I looked up at her to see her staring down with imperious eyes, biting her lip as she gazed down upon me. There wasn't cruelty in her regard, but there was an overbearing aura that I could not fight no matter how I tried. I whimpered in submission, my shoulders slouching in defeat, and I opened my mouth for her wonderful cock.

"That's right," Furia smiled as she tenderly slid her nine inches down my gullet, "that's what this mouth is for. Not for talking, no, no, no. Certainly not for filling a young man's head with silly ideas. You don't take care of anyone, Alexa. I take care of you, and you call me 'Mommy' when I do it. When I pull out, I want you tell Prince Mathew exactly what you are."

Furia pulled her cock out, and the words flowed from me in a sob, "I'm a baby sissy slut!" I cried to Prince Mathew. It was who I was; there was no use fighting it. I saw his perception of me change, and in the place of shame, I felt an arousal so great that I nearly came. I pleaded with Furia, "Please let me suck your cock, Mommy!"

"Good girl," Furia beamed, and pet my head, "now open wide."

I grinned adoringly up at her as I relaxed my jaw, and took her meat all the way in once more.

"Is this what you are, Prince Mathew?" Furia asked, turning to look at the man, "There are many shades of sexuality, but in Alkandra, it all boils down to if you're dominant or submissive. Alexa has yet to find someone to be submissive for her. She tried to take advantage of your inexperience. It was a very naughty thing for her to do." Furia scratched behind my pointed ear, and crinkled her nose, "Bad girl, Alexa."