Queen Yavara Ch. 33

She moved like a serpent, seductive and slow, every motion a languorous invitation to touch her. I guessed she hadn't gotten the memo about us dark-elves. When she reached out to grasp my hand, I took it. Her eyes went wide, and my grin became evil. It was, after all, impossible to rape a succubus.

I had her on her belly, wrapping her hands together behind her back with her own tail, hearing her sweet calls for mercy. They were disingenuous pleas. Before the cheers of the masses, I spread her fat pale cheeks, and planted my face between them. She moaned beautifully as my tongue traversed her folds, tasting her sweet nectar, sliding into her heat. Her petals brushed along my lips, her most walls fluttered, and when my searching tip found the spot within her, her entire channel contracted in glee. I tortured that spot for a while, sloppily sucking upon her outer-lips as my tongue did its damage. When I was sure she was near the edge, I pulled out, my muzzle wet with her lust, and I spit onto her winking anus, and feasted upon it. She panted heavily against the mat, squirming and begging, and I smiled with my tongue in her ass, swirling her vile entrance until it was swollen with pleasure. I retreated to admire my handy work, marveling at the ruined state of the begging whore before me. Then I pinched the fingers of my hands together, and I penetrated both her holes.

"Oh fuck!" She blubbered before the raucous spectators. My hands were enveloped to the wrist, and then my forearms were consumed halfway, her fleshy cuffs pulsating with her accelerating heart, her insides flooding with hormones that wafted into my nose. I thrusted in and out, and her cries became louder and higher, and the crowd reached its boiling point, and flooded into the ring. We were taken. The hands that grasped me were shaking with desire, the cocks that were presented to me looked near to bursting. Oh, the poor things had been so pent up! It would be my responsibility to relieve them then.

One was in my ass, two were in my pussy, one was between my breasts, and two were in my mouth. Those that occupied the same holes took their turns, but that hardly made it bearable. I was writhing between them, my nethers stuffed so tight that I could no longer distinguished between my ass and cunt, for the flesh that separated was molded to their driving cocks. As one man in my womanhood grinded alongside the man in my filthy hole, the other man in my womanhood pressed against my ceiling, hitting that wonderful spot as he stretched me. I could not sound my thankful ecstasy, for I was gurgling on orc shaft, each stinking piece of meat being shoved impatiently down my throat one at a time.

My mind was blank, my instincts long taken over. My body jerked in reaction to every violent pleasure, shifting up and down. The cock running between my breasts pulsed and burst, splattering my chest with load after load of his stinking milk. Another took his place, using the nectar left to lubricate his motions, spreading that wonderful butter into my flesh. I didn't know how long I was there, or how many men I'd taken. All I knew was that the succubus had to drag me out, for I'd continued to fuck even after she'd had her fill.

I was at a casino. I didn't have any money to bet, so I shamelessly prostituted myself in front of the roulette table, then took the man's chips, and put them all on red. He spun the wheel, and before the ball even found its bearing, I'd vomited all over the table, and collapsed.

"Adrianna?" Came a voice, "Adrianna?"

I blinked. "Certiok?" I slurred.

"Holy shit, are you trying to die?!"

"Actually, I was trying to live." I groaned, and managed to get myself upright off the table. I looked at the wheel. "Twenty-four, black. Just my fucking luck." I slurred, then eyed the goblin gawking at me. "Hey mister, how many chips you got there?"

"I think you're done." Certiok said, and hoisted me into her arms. I always forgot how strong orcs were, even the women. She carried me out onto the street. It had become noticeably less busy, and the depressing twilight of approaching dawn was on the horizon.

"Adrianna, while you're carrying my daughter in your belly, I'd prefer it if you didn't fucking drink!" Certiok growled.

"It's safe to drink during the first trimester, don't get your thong in a bunch." I slurred back.

"Is that a fact?"

"It's science, bitch." I belched, "Besides, dark-elves heal fast. Our baby can take a few hits while in the oven."

"And I always thought you were the responsible one."

"What? I can't let loose every once in a while? Do I always gotta be a straight-laced cunt?"

Certiok wrinkled her nose. "When did you get the tattoo?"

"What?"

"On your back. It's of a she-orc."

"Shit, I must'a got it between the succubus fight and the casino."

"You got it tonight? You guys really do heal fast. Who is it?"

"Sherok Terdini."

She stopped. "Why, Adrianna?"

"She's the namesake of our daughter." I snuggled against Certiok's breasts. "I got the tattoo from a Terdini artist who knew her well, which is ironic, because I killed Sherok when Elena was getting her first tattoo. I guess letting that arrow fly was the start of everything."

"Adrianna, you don't need to—"

"Lemme say this. I gotta get it off my chest while I'm drunk and have the balls to tell you. We weren't going to attack that day. Brock and Trenok were gone, so I'd called off the raid to do surveillance. Then Sherok looked up, and she saw me, and I had to do it. I didn't want to, but my men were all over the place, and if we'd tried to retreat, it would've been a slaughter. I didn't want to do it, Certiok, that's all I'm trying to say. It wasn't meant to happen. If I could go back in time... I don't know... then I wouldn't've become... I'm grateful, you know, but the regrets... that's what ghosts are... I didn't know Prestira... I'd heard she was a great woman... I killed her badly... and that vampire girl... just following orders... cull the herd... it's for their own good... I'm a good man, right April? April...? Why are you crying?"

Wake up, sleepy-head.

I woke up in my chambers. The dawn sun had just crested the hilltops to the west, and bathed my room in warm light. I groaned, my body aching, my head feeling like I'd spent all of last night beating it against a wall. The three beds pushed adjacent to mine were all empty, everyone off doing their morning work in preparation for the day's festivities. I rolled over to find Yavara resting next to me, grinning below a pair of burning orange eyes.