Queen Yavara Ch. 34

My eyes caught a glint of white moving across the moon, and Arbor came into focus, carrying Kiera in her arms. They landed on the steps awkwardly, and stumbled over to Brianna.

"Hello, my dearest bitch!" Kiera said grandly, bowing to Brianna, "Hast thou taken careth of the hussy I put in your care?"

"Rose is—"

"Do not call her that." Arbor said in her eerily calm voice.

Kiera leaned in, "We do not call the hussy by her name. The hussy doth no longer have a name."

Brianna gave them both a curious look. "The hussy hath been boarded in the finest of establishments. Her caregiver, a fair wench by the nameth of 'Strawberry' hath been well paid to tutor and care for her. Holy hell, bro, what did you guys take?"

"Well, my dearest bitch," Kiera said, putting an arm around Brianna, "we started the evening with some absinth. Then we moved to salvia -just one hit, mind you—then we moved to mushrooms, a fair dosage. After cleansing our palate with a bit of whisky, we drank a mixture that might've been peyote. We had drug-fueled sex, then we each had a panic attack, then we ran around the woodlands naked because we thought the trees formed a path—"

"The trees do form a path." Arbor insisted with a serious nod.

"Well of course they do. They formed a path to a pond—"

"The cleansing pond." Arbor nodded again, "Where you can wash your soul."

"...right. Anyway, we kind of floated in the pond for about an hour or so—"

"It was five minutes."

"For about five minutes. Then we hiked up that mountain." Kiera pointed to a small hill, "And at the top, we listened for the voice of God."

"I have longed to hear such a voice." Arbor lamented to the starry sky, "I can hear the whispers of trees and the songs of flowers, the sonnets of the wind and the tomes of rocks, but in all my life, I have not heard the voice of the heavens! Is there no guidance in this world of transience? Are we but sheep without a shepherd in a forlorn valley, meant to wander aimlessly?"

"Obviously, God wasn't too talkative today. So we came down here to talk with you guys instead." Kiera said as she casually urinated onto a suit of armor.

"Would you care to get fucked up with us?" Arbor asked. If I had a drink, I would've spit it out. She reached into a leafed pouch, and procured her vices. "We have marijuana to wet the palate, this flower contains methaqualone to make you loose, then we have cocaine to excite the senses, then this bud contains methylenedioxymethamphetamine to make you ecstatic, and this is heroin." She paused and scratched her chin as she pondered her substances, oblivious of the slaw jaws surrounding her. She snapped her fingers in remembrance, and reached into her pouch once more. "And this is adrenaline in case anyone's heart stops."

"We'll just... save the heroin for a rainy day, OK?" Kiera said, putting the syringe back in the pouch, "Right... so, who wants to get weird?"

I expected everyone else to slowly back away as I was doing, but then Eva's hand shot up, then Soraya's, the Brianna's. Alexa and Faltia looked at each other, and to my shock, they raised their hands. When I turned to Furia, her hand was up, an excited twinkle in her eye.

"I'm curious to see where this goes."

"People die from curiosity every day."

"Ah, but a life of safety is a life wasted." Kiera said in her odd grandiose manner as she packed a pipe with ground marijuana.

"Faltia?" I queried.

She smiled guiltily, "I'm off duty, Commander."

"If you won't do it, then I won't do it." Furia said, her ocular smirk telling me she was well aware that she was being manipulative.

"Fine." I grumbled, "But you have to deal with the consequences."

Most of the hybrids were seasoned tobacco smokers, so few of us coughed when the marijuana pipe went around the circle. Furia hacked out her lungs, much to the amusement of everyone, but she took their abuse with grace. I took the pipe into my mouth, and drew the smoke into my lungs. Then I took Furia's head in my hand, and let the thick rank fumes cascade into her mouth. She took it better then.

The pipe went around and around, and the effects began to creep on me. I'd always thought a narcotic would have more visceral effects, but it was quite mild. The auditory hallucinations were a mere reverb of the voice, and the visual changes were mostly due to motion. The biggest change was my mood, which had slipped from anxiousness to blissful seamlessly. My head was resting on Furia's breast, and I was enjoying the drumming of her heart. She played with my hair, and the tips of her fingers against my roots was heavenly. Kiera strummed on a guitar, and we droned out old ranger songs. Arbor even sang along, apparently knowing the melody from hearing it so many times in the forest. Laughter was easy for me, and turned to a cackle if even the most benign joke was said. I was sexually aroused by the lassitude in my body, but I had no urge to force the issue. Sex would come naturally, and we would all delve into a languorous pile of limbs, tenderly filling holes and tasting one another. But before we got to that, the next drug was introduced.

"This flower will make you very tired at first," Arbor explained, "you will feel tempted to sleep, and so the cocaine will be used to excite you."

"Doesn't it feel like we're escalating things quickly?" I objected mildly.

"No one is making you partake, Governess." Arbor smiled impishly.

I rolled my eyes. Truth be told, I only raised the objection because I felt like it was my job to. We were all hedonists to the core, and our inhibitions were low. Arbor crushed the flower, sprinkled it in coconut milk, the brought it to a boil with a rock she'd kept in the coals. She brought the coconut to her face, and inhaled the fumes deeply. When it came to Furia, we inhaled the steam together, then passed it to Faltia. For a moment, I didn't feel anything. Then my body seemed to turn to warm liquid, and I melted like butter against Furia. She collapsed into the stone steps, running her hands along the grooves of mortar like she couldn't comprehend the feeling. The drowsiness took hold a second later, the world began to dim. Everything was so warm, and I was boneless and slippery, ready to break from the confines of my flesh and spill down the steps like water. Then I felt a cold invasion in my anus. Someone had poked me there. Was what was that? A metal straw? There was the sound of someone blowing, and I felt air in my vilest place. Then... then I felt alive!

My senses came back to me, but the euphoria of the flower still captured my flesh. Kiera backed away from me with a mischievous smile, and packed white powder into her straw before she moved on to Faltia. Furia had already been dosed, and her blue eyes were nearly all pupil when I stared into them. Our smile creeped into grins, and our grins became euphoric grimaces. We were kissing, we were giggling, we were kissing, we were talking, we were kissing, we were giggling again. Soon giggling and talking overcame kissing, for though our bodies swam with carnal desires, our mouths and minds were moving at a thousand miles an hour! The final narcotic came around, and we ingested the bud without a second thought. On top of the euphoria of our bodies, the looseness of our muscles, and the quickness of our minds, came an ecstasy that thrummed in the back of our heads, plastering a smile across our faces, fusing with the cocaine to compel our bodies to move, and our mouths to sound our thoughts without a barrier.

"We should get married!" Furia squealed.

"How come none of us have gotten married!" I demanded, "What the fuck is wrong with you all?!"

"We got engaged our first night!" Alexa shouted, proffering her ring.

"And you didn't tell anyone?!" Eva shouted, "You inconsiderate slut!"

"So selfish." Soraya cackled, hugging her knees and rocking on her butt.

"Brianna," Kiera said, dropping to her knee before her paramour, "will you be my bottom bitch until my dying breath?"

"Bro," Brianna sniffled tearfully, "I will be your bottom bitch."

They embraced and kissed with devouring sloppiness. Brianna broke the kiss, and turned to me. "Adrianna, marry us right now!"

"What?"

"You're the governess! You can marry anyone!" Kiera exclaimed gleefully, and dragged Brianna over to me. I struggled to my feet, and the other hybrids formed a rapid audience on the steps. Arbor grew a floral wreath from the grass, and put in on Brianna's head. They stared adoringly into each other's eyes, and linked their hands.

I stood there blinking. "What do I say?"

"Make some shit up." Brianna hissed out of the corner of her mouth.

I cleared my throat. "By the power invested in me as governess of Alkandra, I proclaim Brianna Dedaclia and Kiera Lestria to be bound in matrimony until death do they part. Amen."

They embraced once more, their postures swaying with the euphoric narcotics. They took two stumbling steps onto the grass lawn that flanked the steps, and began their honeymoon right there.

"Us next!" Soraya cried, dragging Eva after her. Eva snatched the wreath from Brianna's head, and laid it atop Soraya's when they stood before my makeshift altar. They beamed into each other's faces like excited virgin lovers, none of their debauched power-love shown on their faces. I made the same brief speech, and they too joined Brianna and Kiera on their honeymoon, unable to get each other's clothes off fast enough. Alexa and Faltia were the most romantic pair, as both had tears in their eyes when I announced their marriage, but the sentimentality disappeared the moment I said 'Amen,' and they rushed to join the pile.

"Well?" Furia smiled coyly, placing the wreath atop her head.

"Can I marry myself?" I mused.

"I will stand as the holy woman." Arbor said, taking my place on the steps. I linked hands with Furia, marveling at the texture of her flesh, amazed by the dazzling colors that played off her beautiful face. A thousand little stars twinkled from the shine spots on her cheeks and forehead, a dark blue nebula formed by the tattoo that framed the left half of her face. Her pink lips were plush beds of flesh, glistening with moisture, but it was her eyes that so captivated me, the depthless pools of blue and black, each one filled with such love. Yes, I was out of my mind on drugs, but nothing got me higher than her.

"...before the Holy Mother, I proclaim Furia Augustinia and Adrianna Alkandra to be bound in holy matrimony. Amen." Arbor said, and Furia and I came together. Her mouth was an oasis, her tongue moving with mine in a dance we knew every step to. Our hands moved down each other's bodies, and marveled at the feeling of the other's flesh, entranced by such a new perspective of it. I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my hips, her cock pressing hard into my belly.

"Wait!" Someone yelled. I turned to see a naked Eva running from the flesh pile, her stiff cock wagging between her legs. She grabbed Furia's hand. "Furia, I bear your child and I love you; will you marry me?"

"What?!" I shouted.

"Yes!" Furia cried.

"We can do that?" Kiera yelled from the pile, "Hold up, I also want to marry Furia!"

"And yes to you as well!" Furia giggled.

"Wait a second—"

"Hey bro, can I marry Eva while we're at it?" Brianna asked Kiera.

"Do whatever you want, bitch."

"Who said I would I marry you, Brianna?"

Brianna dropped to one knee before Eva. "Eva, you and I have been fuck-buddies since we first joined E company. Will you be my fuck-buddy forever?"

Eva sniffled sarcastically. "That was the most beautiful thing anyone's ever said to me. Yes, Brianna, I will be your fuck-buddy forever."

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned to see Faltia dropping to a knee before me. "Commander, I have respected and admired you as a man, and my admiration and respect have only grown for you as a woman. Had you not convinced me that day to choose life, then I would never know so much love, and that love extends to you. I love you, and I always stand with you. Will you marry me?"

"And me?" Alexa asked, dropping to a knee beside Faltia.

I mouthed like a beached fish for a second before I sputtered. "Uh... yes. Yes! Yes, of course I'll marry you! Both of you! All of you!"

And so we all got married, and performed many more ceremonies, each one reflecting the unique dynamic of the newlywed's relationship. Alexa wanted to marry each person individually, and tearfully professed to each one why she loved us. Brianna married herself to the other women all at once, then did the same with hermaphrodites. Soraya had each one of us hold her leash while she professed her love, and ended by getting on her knees, and kissing our feet. Faltia wanted everyone to line up in company formation, and she had me marry each of them with martial exactness until she turned around, and married me herself. Eva wanted us to crawl to her individually and suck on her ring finger as Arbor announced our matrimony with a grave tenor. Kiera shared a blunt with each of us, though I didn't think we could get much higher, and Furia was content with wearing the bridal wreath, and having us all dote upon her.

When it came to me, I just said, "I've married half of you five times already! Now are we going to have our honeymoon already?!"

"What about me?" Came a voice from the back of the castle. The hair on my neck stood up. The sound of boots clicking against stone tiles echoed from the darkness of the long throne room. She appeared from the shadows like an apparition, her hips swaying with drunkenness, her orange eyes alight with power and rimmed red. An ebony crown crookedly adorned her head, and a near-empty jug of wine filled her hand. She tipped it back, and drank the rest before dashing the jug against the far wall.

"Does no one want to marry me?" She asked, splaying her arms out, "I am Alkandra's most sought-after bachelorette, and yet, I have no suitors." She stopped at the top of the steps, "Well? Will none of you propose to me?"

"Your Highness, you are very drunk." Arbor said.

"And you all are very high." Yavara slurred, "I watched you, all of you. I was touring the castle—this castle, that will be my home for the rest of my life. That's funny, because I've felt like an unwelcome guest in it since I got here. But I can forgive that. After all, it was you all who finished it, worked in it, and lived in it. Why, it's practically yours! I'm just the dumb cunt who came in and stole it all! Right, Eva?!"

"I didn't mean—"

"I'm only joking!" Yavara giggled, her teeth bared, "Just a little lighthearted ribbing between us friends." She nearly fell over with her next step, and swayed precariously on her feet, "I was searching for the wine casks, and I found them there in back of the throne room where it's nice and cool. I was going to bring the finest barrel to you all so that we could have a wonderful party, just us friends, but you started the party all on your own, and gosh, I'm such a wallflower; I joined it from all the way back there! I laughed at all your jokes, I guffawed at your antics, and I partook in your wonderful banter from my dark little corner. You all have such a delightful dynamic, and I found my place in it, way in the back there. Did you hear my jokes? Sometimes I thought you were laughing at them, if I timed the punchline just right."

She reached the top step, and beamed at us, "I was afraid to interject myself. I was worried that I'd be intruding, but of course my worries were foolish, for you're all of my flesh and blood, and would never push me away! Still, I needed a little liquid courage, then a little more, then a little more. I just couldn't work up the nerve until my face was numb!"

"Your Highness—"

"Please don't call me that." She said fixing a smile on her face. "Friends don't call each other that. And here we all are, the best of friends, making memories that we'll laugh about years from now while we sit with our children." She pitched forward, and vomited. When she was done retching, she wiped her eyes, and laughed. "There's a memory right there! We can all laugh about the time the I tried to join your party, and made a complete fool of myself! How humiliating it was, how cringy. None of you want me here; what was I thinking?"

"Your Highness—"

"Don't call me that!" Yavara bellowed, "Prestira didn't call me that! Patricia didn't call me that!" She glared down at me, not saying the last name.

"What do you want from me?" I asked her.

"Gratitude." She said, open her arms as though to embrace us all, "I made them for you, Adrianna. I knew what kind of bond you'd all share, and it has come to fruition. It's beautiful, isn't it? This love we are capable of."

"I am grateful."

She snorted, descending the steps. "Maybe I just wish you'd show it differently."

I slid my robe off my shoulders. "Is this what you want?"

She stopped before me, and examined my body. "What do you feel when I look at you like this?" She asked softly.

"Attraction." I answered.

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

She looked into my eyes. "Where has your hatred gone?" She reached out, and gently grasped my breast. I sucked in air, the feeling mingling with the narcotic sensations that tingled from my chest, then from my belly, then from my crotch as her hand slid lower. I wilted against her when she penetrated me, the index and middle fingers sliding into my wet heat, the pinky and ring fingers pushing past the resistance of my anal ring, tenderly burrowing deeper. I moaned against her shoulder, swaying precariously on my feet, the pleasure threatening to bring me to my knees at any moment. She had never been inside me, yet she knew my spots in a way even Furia didn't, and she played them to perfection.

"What do you feel now?" She whispered in my ear.

"Pleasure." I gasped, resting my head on her shoulder.

"Nothing else?"

"Fear." I moaned.

"Why?" She hissed, sounding angry, "Why now? Why not when I craved your terror above all things?"

"You took everything from me."

"But I have given you so much."

"And now I have something to lose."

Yavara's eyes flickered. "I can see you flanking me, Alexa and Faltia. Furia's already behind me with a knife in her hand, and Eva has a crossbow behind her back."

"There's no reason we have to fight." Furia said from behind Yavara, "You can let her go."

"She doesn't want me to let her go." Yavara hissed on my lips, her foul breath filling my nostrils. It was true. Her fingers unlocked me from the inside, pressing and rubbing with an exactness that turned my sheaths to pulsating channels, sweltering with my desire. I mewled and whimpered, undulating against her body, unable to contend with such tortuous pleasure.

"I made you, Adrianna." She whispered, "I know you inside and out. I know every way to make you moan, and every way to make you scream." She shoved her hand hard into me, squishing my taint between the fork of her fingers, and my legs gave out. With her immense strength, she held me aloft by my crotch, toying with me as my toes dragged helplessly.

"Please, Yavara!" I cried.

"Please... what?" She asked, "Please make you come? Please stop?"

"Please!" I screamed again, my body infected with her euphoric touch.

"That's the truth of it all, isn't it?!" Yavara snarled, "This is what we are! This is the pinnacle of our existence! Not love! Not friendship! Just pleasure, meaningless and empty, a replacement for what's been taken! Beg me to make you come, Adrianna! I want to hear you squeal!"

"Make me come!" I squeaked, and she did, fucking my holes with a fervency until her fingers squelched against my squirting juices, each spurt pumping its contents with her thrusting hand, dribbling down my taint to grease my sodomy. I panted against her, lightly holding myself upon her shoulders, trying to touch as little of her as possible as she delivered orgasmic wave after wave inside me until I couldn't breathe! When it was done, she slid her fingers out, each of them webbed with my nectar, and I dropped to my knees before her, my chest heaving with desperate intakes. She crouched before me.