Queen Yavara Ch. 34

There was a rustling in the hedges, and Kiera appeared in the arboretum. She stopped, and stared.

"She is ready for you, Kiera." Mother said from behind me. She extended me from her body by her tail, wrapping me in the tendrils of the appendage, and presenting me to Kiera. I undulated in the air, running my hands down the enticing curves of my body, looking at her with beckoning eyes. My blonde hair was tangled in my horns, my freckled complexion was marred with red pressure points, and my nethers oozed viscous nectar down Mother's writhing appendage, lubricating the stretching of my tight holes. Kiera took it all in, the front of her robe tenting with her arousal. She looked behind me.

"Arbor, are you sure about this?"

"It is not my decision to make." Mother said sadly, "Rose has chosen her own path." Mother's tail sprouted three more tendrils, and they extended to Kiera, and disrobed her. I had seen the beautiful hermaphrodite naked many times, but now that she would be mine, I thought she was the most beautiful thing alive. Her platinum hair hung in dreads, her angular features portraited her big blue eyes, her curvaceous tattooed body framed her rising cock. The tendril of tail vacated my mouth, and I sounded a needful moan.

"Kiera, please do this for me."

She took a trepid step forward, then another, then another. She looked from Mother, to me, and her steps became bolder. There was no question of morality for her, for she had already been transformed into something wicked. It was a small leap for her to do the same to me. Her beautifully-depraved mind broached no arguments when flesh was freely given, and she had sought mine ever since we'd locked eyes.

"Lie down." I commanded softly, and she did. I crawled up her legs, mother's wriggling tendrils still moving through me, providing me with deep pleasure, stealing all fear and apprehension from me. She laid beside us, and watched with anticipatory eyes as I climbed Kiera's legs, and brought my lips down to her cock.

"Rose—" the unsure objection finally bubbled from Kiera, and it was cutoff the moment my tongue came out. I tasted what frothed from her apex, and my changing body became electrified with it. My heart beat slow and heavy, my mind melted, and my vision veiled violet, focusing only on her. My eyes drew up her flat belly, her breasts heaving with slow breaths, her lips parted to expire, and finally connected with those beautiful bright orbs, gazing fixedly down at me as I swirled her head so, so gently with my tongue. When I could take it no longer, I wrapped my lips around her crease, and took every inch into my mouth.

Her brow knitted in astonishment when she breached my coiled throat. It was painful, I'd never taken anyone so big, and so I gagged and around her invasion, my eyes watering. The pained contraction of my gullet did not expel her, but sucked her further down my neck. My lips smooshed her furry base, and I focused on my breathing, letting my heart drop, relaxing my throat, accepting her. It took a minute, but that was all. My hands moved beneath her and gripped her supple ass, and I pulled her against my face, opening my eyes to gaze into hers. She stared adoringly down at me, and ran her hand through my hair. Oh, how I loved her touch. More than any of my brothers'; more even than my mother's. For though it was gentle, it was not the maternal kindness that promised me safety in lust, but an unpredictable brand of carnality, something dangerous, something wild. Something that could take me.

I fed upon her shaft for minutes, sensually drawing my mouth along her, forming a seal so tight that my cheeks became hollow and my lips slurped. My tongue lathered her, moving back and forth with my oral passes to taste all that it could, turning her static rod into a pulsing, throbbing piece of meat. When I finally relinquished her member, it was swollen and red.

"No," Mother said when I made to climb atop Kiera.

I flashed her a dangerous look, and she lowered her face to Kiera's lap. "We will share in this together." She said, and parted her purple lips. Her bright pink tongue slithered forth, and divided into ten long tendrils. Like wet pink tentacles, they wrapped around Kiera's cock, encasing the entire organ in pulsating moist flesh. Kiera stared wide-eyed at what was being done to her, then the sensations overtook her mind, and her head fell back with a whimper. What Mother did to the hermaphrodite when she brought her tongue back into her mouth, I could not know. She sealed her lips around the base, and kept Kiera's organ inside, only the shifting motions of her gullet giving evidence to what she was doing. Kiera balled her fists in her own hair, unable to contend with the pleasure, and she cried out, her voice high and desperate. I dipped my head between her legs, and soothed her with my tongue, circling her puckered anus, traversing the hairless division of her taint, then tasting her femininity at the source, and repeating. There was squelching sound above me, and Kiera let out a sigh of relief.

"She is ready for you, Rose." Mother said, and divided her tail once more. Two slithering appendages moved beneath me to penetrate the holes I'd prepared, and Kiera's back arched from the ground. The tendril in her ass pumped with stronger oscillations, stretching her tight anal ring, rubbing against her prostate, and with every tremor, Kiera's cock pulsed and bubbled at the tip, turning purple with arousal. The tail in my pussy left, and moved alongside the one in my ass, easily sliding inside my clinging rectum with the grease of my sex. I squatted over Kiera, took her cock in my hands, and with a deep breath, I guided it inside me.

"Rose!" She called.

"Kiera!" I whined back. Oh, it was so good! Every delicious inch of her split my soft pussy, pushing through my resistances, breaking them, owning me. I became more her slut with every degree I descended, my eyes fluttering when I felt her press against my bottom. I stayed there for a moment, trapped in the static worship of her, feeling her heat burning so pleasantly into my most precious depths. Then, she began to thrust. I groaned, then moaned, then whimpered. She held my hips, and guided me. I'd never needed guidance with my brothers, for I was dominant, but I was left helpless for her, and all I could do, was whatever she wanted! I rode her like the stallion she was, undulating the way she wanted, fucking myself, ruining myself, stretching my tight hole until it was molded just for her.

Every time I cried out, it sounded like I was sobbing, but if I was weeping it was for joy. Mother silenced Kiera's whines with her crotch, straddling her face. Her tail lifted behind her to show me Kiera's chin moving with the motions of her lips as she ate Mother's pussy. Mother let her salt and pepper hair cascade back with the tilting of her head, her mane running between a set of black nymph horns and a set of black succubus horns, possessed of a dichotomy that I now balanced precariously upon, but it was not stable for me. Every thrust pushed me further into darkness, and the oscillations of my hips no longer needed Kiera's guidance.

We moved together for minutes, then hours. I lost track of time. Mother's wonderful tail divided again and again, and soon Kiera and I were wrapped together within it, our bodies trapped in the pulsating binds as the invading tendrils worked ever deeper into our holes. We would've kissed each other, but Mother's bottom was in the way, and so we touched tongues along the division of her ass and pussy, me tasting her fertile hole, and Kiera enjoying the vile delights of Mother's sinful side. Then she switched, and I savored the decadent tang of her rectum, and the way her great mauve cheeks pillowed against my face, suffocating me so sweetly. Her indulgent tones sounded above us as Kiera thrusted, and I rode her lap, our bodies merged, our minds melded, moving and thinking as one. Then, it happened.

Kiera surged into me with a final thrust, and exploded into my starving depths. What I felt then was more than an orgasm. It was my transformation. The sensation boiled within me, hot, searing and unbearable, an ecstasy the likes of which I'd never known. It coursed through my veins like a river, turning my muscles to molasses, my bones to jelly, my mind to mush. My flesh came alive with foreign sensations, my insides churned and moved, and though it should've been agony, it was only a terrible pleasure, a mutilation no one should ever revel in, but God, this hell was such paradise! The horns that I'd had all my life crumbled like ash, in their place, I felt new horns rising. My spine arched, and from its end, a tail sprouted.

Mother felt it in me, and dismounted our faces. She held my head in her hands as I sputtered and blubbered, foam coming from my mouth, tears of ecstasy streaming down my cheeks.

"Rose." She whispered. She was violet. The world was violet.

"Mother." I whimpered back, and kissed her. She did not give me a hedonistic kiss, but one with closed lips, a mother's kiss, one last time.

When she pulled back to look down upon me, I did not know who she was anymore.

ARBOR

The creature did not yet have a name to call herself. I had released her from Kiera's enslavement the moment she changed, and now she stood at the mouth of the arboretum, disinterestedly examining the flowers she once tended with such care. The violet had left those eyes now that she was sated with sperm, but they had not returned to emerald. They were amber now, almost golden, and the green veins that once branched beneath her flesh were gone. Two ebony horns curved demonically from her head, a smooth thin tail had sprouted from her tailbone, and every motion she made was seeped in seduction.

"If she is kept in civilization, she will relearn language quickly." I said to Kiera, my voice hollow, "Once the hunger comes to her, she will be compelled to hunt, enslave, and feast until her victim is dead. She is a creature of instinct now, and so she must be domesticated. There are brothels in Alkandra, many with true-born succubi who can teach her how to control herself. You will take her to one of those places."

"Brianna knows all the brothel owners." Kiera said, "She'll make sure that she's brought to the best place with the best people."

"I do not want any of your kind to touch her. Her mind should stay free."

"Of course."

"Thank you." I muttered, watching the creature pluck the petals of a flower nonchalantly. A nymph would never kill a plant so carelessly. She turned around, and I averted my eyes. I would not look upon her face again, and see that unrecognizing stare.

"Will you be alright?" Kiera asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"No. Not for some time." I looked at my hands, and noticed that they were trembling. "Grief is brutal with my mortal form. I cannot escape it like I could when I was bodiless. It is interesting. In all my life as a sprit, I always thought suicide was the most idiotic thing a person could do. Now I understand."

"Arbor, you're not going to—"

"No." I looked up at her pleadingly, "But I do not know how to cope with this pain. She was my everything, Kiera."

Kiera crouched so that we were eye-level. "Do you know why I started doing drugs? I watched my dad get trampled by a moose. He looked fine after the fact, except for the hoofprint in his head that went all the way through like a tunnel. I saw it all, and I didn't know how the fuck to deal with it. A friend of mine came up to me after the funeral, offered to smoke a blunt. I did, and I still felt the pain, but I could deal with it. I could separate it from myself for a little while, and look at it like it was someone else's."

"So, what you are saying, is that I should... get fucked up."

Kiera tried to keep her face compassionate and understanding, but it broke into a laugh. "Yes, Arbor," she sighed, "you should get really fucked up."

I nodded, taking that instruction to heart. "I do not know how to get fucked up. Will you get fucked up with me?"

"You know, getting fucked up doesn't sound too bad right now." She stood up, "Let me find her a place in town, then you and I are going to get fucked up."

CERTIOK

Yavara was alone in the royal box when I went up to it. She had just made the closing speech to the ceremony, and the bodies of wargs, orcs, centaurs and ogres were being dragged from the sand. There had been death, there had been torture, and there had been sex; it was all the people of Alkandra could have hoped for, and yet, I thought that Yavara's speech to end it all had been flat and uninspired, something that was wholly wrong coming from her.

"Your Highness?" I asked her.

She tipped back her glass, and finished her wine. "Your Highness..." she answered with a hiss, "When did everyone become so formal?"

"I've always treated you with respect."

She hoisted the empty pitcher into her hand, and with a flick of her wrist, she launched it across the stadium. "No one told me my tolerance would go through the roof once I transformed. It took me a liter of rye to get saucy at Prestira's bar, and I've been training my liver ever since. At this rate, half our GDP will go to my habit."

"Has it become a habit?"

"Are you my mother?" She smirked over her shoulder at me, then sighed. "There's not much to do in a military camp but fight, fuck and drink. Zander's a great guy, but you know him, he's... stern. I'd go out at night to the barracks to have a good time with the boys. They'd show me a good time too, do the things I wanted them to do, but uh... I don't know. They treated me like a god. Even when they had their cocks ten inches up my ass and I was licking jizz off the ground, they still treated me like a god. It gets tiring." She picked up a jug beside her, and examined the scant remnant of wine as she swirled it, "Maybe I drank until I could pretend that they were treating me like one of the boys." She pulled the cork out and downed the contents, then threw the jug over the railing. It crashed onto the arena, the glass shards twinkling in the setting sunlight. "Have you ever had insomnia, Certiok?"

"No."

"Arbor gave me a tincture for it before I left for the Tundra, but the supply ran out. I'll be exhausted when my head hits the pillow, but then my thoughts start waking up. I asked Zander one night to put me under with a spell. It was a mistake. My thoughts don't sleep if I do, but trapped in my own mind, I'm a slave to them. They didn't used to be so... cruel." She snorted derisively, "Now I gotta be so fucked up that there's nothing in my head when I shut my eyes."

"Your Highness?" I asked.

She closed her eyes, and breathed through her nose. "Please don't call me that, Certiok. Not you. I can take it from Brock since he's gone full general on me, but you have no excuse."

"Ok... Yavara."

She snorted. "Could that have sounded more awkward? What changed since that night we shared in Brock's hut?"

"Everything."

Yavara took that in silence for a moment. I wished I hadn't said it. She nodded. "Yes. Yes, it all did. You know, sometimes I wish I could talk to Alkandi. I met her once before the beginning."

"What would you ask her?"

"Nothing. I'd just... talk. Just talk with someone who understands me." She tapped her temple, "But now she's part of me, and now there's no one who understands. Well, that's not entirely true." She hoisted another jug into her lap, and popped the cork, "Your enemies understand you very well. Leveria, she understands me. Adrianna, she understands me."

"Adrianna is not your enemy."

"But I kind of wish she still was. We were closer then." She chugged the wine, then threw it onto the arena. "Why did you come here, Certiok?"

I stepped toward her, and showed her what I'd had hidden behind my back. It was a black crown, encrusted with orange gems and horned with sultry outlines of women.

"You looked strange addressing your people without one. I had the best smiths of the Ten working on it for a week."

"It's beautiful." She whispered, holding it to the sunlight to examine all the intricate details. She beamed at me. "Thank you, Certiok."

"You're welcome, Your Highn—Yavara."

Her smile faded. "If you don't mind, Certiok. I'd like to be alone for a while."

ADRIANNA

Alkandra was beautiful at night. From our vantage point on the castle steps, the city was laid out before us like a carpet of flame, the millions of little fires shining from the windows, the streets, the rooftops where revelers cheered to those processing below. Drums and horns sounded through the constant drone of celebration, and the occasional firework was launched into the sky. There was no use trying to police the city when it was like this, so Faltia had taken the night off. Her men would observe the anarchy, and only intervene if someone was an unwilling participant in the chaos. There would be dozens of dead to clean from the streets the next morning, but there would be hundreds given new life this very night. It was a celebration the likes of which we'd never seen before, but we were not a part of it.

"Can you see her?" Furia asked, her head on my shoulder.

"No." I said, "But you can bet she's in the thick of it."

"They worship her." Alexa muttered, Faltia in her arms, "They don't even know her. What has she done for them?"

"Do I hear jealousy, Sergeant?" Faltia smiled, looking up at Alexa.

"I designed this whole city, and no one once thanked me for it. She comes in, and they act like she brought the sunrise with her."

"I put on today's games, and she didn't even mention me in the speech." Eva said with an irreverent wave, petting her Pet with the other hand.

Brianna snorted. "Who gives a shit about credit? You want a plaque? What about a banner? Your deeds are inked on your flesh, bro. When you walk through the streets, you can see it in their eyes that they know."

"She could've at least thanked me."

"Do you want validation from her?" Soraya asked Eva.

"No. Maybe. I don't know!" She sighed, "Before, it felt like our city. Now, it just feels like hers, but she didn't do anything for it. We made this whole thing, we did the impossible, and it feels like..."

"Like she stole it from us?" I asked with raised brows, "Remember who your queen is, Eva."

"It would be easier if she acted like a queen." Furia mumbled, "She's not a responsible person, Adrianna. She doesn't know how to govern. She just goes by the will of the mob. That doesn't bode well for peace."

"For an evil bitch, she sure cares a lot about what people think of her." Eva snickered.

"She's shown that she can be pragmatic." I said.

"No, that's Zander who's pragmatic." Faltia said, "It was he who told her to spare you, it was he who came up with the plot against the Ten, and it was he who got Arbor on our side. I agree with Furia; Yavara is not ready to be queen. If left to her own devices, she'll either do whatever feels good, or whatever the mob wants her to do."

"She doesn't know how to govern. She didn't even ask about what it was we were doing, she just recounted our titles back to us like knowing them was enough!" Eva said.

"Delegation is the most important part of being a leader." I said, "If Yavara doesn't know what she's doing, then it's best that she cedes power to those who do."

"Why are you making excuses for her?" Furia asked me.

"I'm not sure why you're all so dead-set on blaming her. You all knew what she was."

As I looked around the group, I realized that it wasn't so. They had not seen Yavara as I had seen her; an insecure girl with terrible power and unruly emotions, a woman easily persuaded to darkness because she mistook it for strength. They had only seen Yavara the warrior queen, Yavara the seductress and enchantress, Yavara the transformer. They had not seen Yavara the person.