Queen Yavara Ch. 35

"Hush, little bird." I muttered back to her, laying a dollop of gel on my leather-gloved finger. The gelatinous succubus extract already shined from her tortured nipples and cock, heightening the sensations, suffusing pain and pleasure until she couldn't tell which was which. "This will loosen you up," I said, placing my index finger against her puckered pink anus, and pushing inside. She mewled pleasurably as I rotated my finger in her, found her prostate, and pressed against it until her cock was dancing sporadically. When I was sure she'd soaked-in all of the gel, I removed my finger, her anus greedily gripping its exit with a pop.

I hummed musically to myself, and opened my cutlery box. These were the knives I had used on Elena the first time we'd met as enemies, all of them honed to an exact sliver, but there were also other tools.

"This," I said, pulling out a pear-shaped tool, "is a dilator used by physicians to extract babies stuck in their mother's wombs." I smiled in remembrance, "Funnily enough, it was last used on my own mother." I looked up at Elena, and saw the beautiful harmony of fear and excitement on her face. I lowered the contraption to her anus, "I got it all the way to four turns with her, but you're made differently. I am curious to see how much you will open for me."

"Do it!" She moaned.

"Patience, little bird." I chuckled, "We have all day to break you. No one is going to save you from me." I pressed the dull metal point against her sphincter until she uncoiled and swallowed the pear. She hissed, her hips winding to take it deeper, her rim pulsating around its meal. I twisted the knob, and the petals of the pear began to open. Elena's hiss turned to a gasp, yet she was still within the realm of just pleasure. I twisted the knob again, and her breath caught, but she wasn't clenching. I twisted a third time, and she whimpered. I could see clearly into her smooth rectal channel, the tender bore of anal flesh wet and pulsing, the sweet stink of her wafting into my nose. I resisted the slutty compulsion to get on my knees and taste her decadent filth, and instead, twisted the knob a fourth time.

"Oh god!" She cried out, her legs flexing, her hands balling to fists.

"There is no god here; only me." I said gently, and twisted the knob a fifth time.

She gritted her teeth, and whined a tortured plea from between them, but though her eyes swam with tears, they also sparkled with terrible ecstasy, beckoning me to turn the knob one more time. I did. Her rim was stretched into a gruesome white ring, twitching with the miniscule clenches of her taut muscles. Her pelvic floor was more hole than flesh, and the hole was so large that I could've fit my hand inside it without touching her walls.

"Yesssss," She hissed nearly silently, "yessssss, yesssss, yesssss."

"Oh, you like this?" I smiled, and reached into my box once more. I pulled out a dildo, a rather innocuous looking tool were it not for its cartoonish size. Elena's jaw dropped.

"I had it custom made." I smiled, pleased by her reaction, "I based it off the description you gave me of Brock Terdini." I pressed the button on the bottom of the toy, and dull grooves ribbed the entire length of it in a spiral pattern. I watched her eyes go wide, and my grin broadened. "Let's see if you were exaggerating about him after all."

Her fleshy curtains were saturated with arousal when I pressed the girthy tip to her slit. She watched in rapt silence as I angled it, and began to penetrate her. Her inner-lips stretched into a gripping cuff, the membranous flesh indenting every time a groove moved beneath it, and every time that happened, a little spasm shot into Elena's belly. She mewled for the first four inches, whined for the next four, then sobbed for the last four, her legs quivering uncontrollably, her juices flooding from her to run down her squished taint and pool into her open anus. I couldn't help but gawk at her pliability. The toy would've split my womb, but she took the entire thing deep inside her, her petals mouthing uselessly around the base. I pressed the button on the bottom once more, and the spell was triggered. The dildo began to rotate inside of her.

"No, no, no, no!" Elena wailed, though I knew she meant the opposite. I took a step back to admire the scene, the complete ruination of her femininity, her holes yawning grotesquely, mutilated for such vile pleasures. She thrashed in her binds, her cock pulsating and leaking, her pussy frothing around the thing inside her, her anus clenching in its reamed state, and her lush mouth screaming for mercy that she did not want.

"Mercy?" I chuckled, reaching into the box once more, "My dearest little bird, we have just begun."

I had a bag of magical metal marbles, and I fed them into her ass until the bag was empty, and her ovoid anal receptacle was filled with them. They rolled on their own accord within her, churning against the flesh, always seeking to move deeper. Her cock began to spurt with ejaculate, but the flow was stymied by the ring, only allowing a little to run down her shaft while the rest was backed up within her. She began to cry out then, her watery eyes pleading with me, her face a portrait of hellish pleasure.

"Please, Leveria!"

"Please?" I giggled, "When I was cutting pieces off you in Castle Thorum, you never once begged me. Perhaps I should've used a different tactic then, hmm? I do love to hear you beg so much." I reached into the box, and pulled out the scalpel, "I would hear you beg harder."

Her eyes widened at the sight of the blade, and she swallowed. I waited for her to say the safe-word, but she bit down on her fear. I loved her for it. Since that day when we first uttered those three fateful words to each other, we had spoken candidly of our feelings and desires. Even with Father, I had never known an intimacy so great. Elena would whisper of her darkest thoughts and fantasies, and she would listen as I confessed mine. In truth, I was never ashamed of what I desired. I was a sadist, and not of the banal rope-and-leather brand, but of the true kind, the kind that society would institutionalize and lobotomize for everyone's safety. I was in control of it, of course, but it did linger in the back of my mind. Only Elena had seen it and survived, and she accepted it as part of me—as part of the woman she loved. Oh, love, love, love; was there a more dangerous intoxication in the world? For as I stared into those beautiful blue eyes of hers, I knew I would die for her a thousand times just to know that she would hold me. It was pathetic, really.

I untwisted the knot that held her left breast, and the roped coil unraveled. Her tit deflated from its bulging globe, the purple hue becoming a pleasant flush. I let her enjoy the sensation of release, then I straddled her belly. I felt the pleasured convulsions of her sculpted abdomen against my slit, and my heart quickened as I lowered my face to within a few inches of her left nipple, and brought the scalpel forward. The nipple bounced with her heaving breaths.

"Relax," I whispered softly, "if you don't relax, it will only hurt. I want you to enjoy this pain."

Her breathing eased, and the breast relaxed on her chest. I gently pinched the nipple, and placed the edge of the blade just outside her areola. I sliced. She gasped. The sliver of metal broke the flesh like butter, but I did not press deeply. I only drew a small line from the edge of her areola, then pulled away. The line became red, and then the red began to pool, and dribble. I watched it in fascination, then lowered my tongue to the drop, and cleaned the wound. She shuddered, her eyes closing, her teeth pressing into her bottom lip.

"Again." She whispered, her voice so small, but so tense in her mouth.

I drew another line next to that one, and she inhaled sharply through her nose. The convulsions in her belly became more violent, and I felt the tension in her back as she suppressed the urge to thrust against the violation of her holes.

"Again." She whispered.

And again, and again, I cut her. My blade sliced shallow lines all around her areola, each one dealt slowly and meticulously, drawn out to make her suffer such sweet pain. Blood dripped down upon her heaving bronze belly, ran through the lines of her abdomen, flowed between my legs, and wetted my blushing pussy. Though my body teemed with unspeakable arousal, I took my time with her, never rushing, making her feel the evolution of each cut until the circle was complete. She gasped and hissed the whole time, not sounding anything more than a whimper, yet the sensation coursing through her would've made almost anyone else scream. I stared transfixed at the design I'd made in her flesh, then I drew my eyes slowly to her face. It was a portrait of masochistic ecstasy, reflecting the precarious balance of her control. She was so tense that she would burst at even the slightest provocation.

"Beg, little bird." I hissed upon her lips.

"Please, Leveria," she croaked, "make me come!"

"More."

Her bottom lip quivered, tears ran down her cheeks. Oh, it was so beautiful. "Please let this undeserving whore come! I've been good! I'll always be good to my mistress!"

I hovered my lips over her nipple, and blew gently on the scored flesh. Her tongue came out of her mouth, mindlessly seeking my kiss, the tip curling to beckon me up to her face.

"Please!" She mouthed.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you!"

I never tired of hearing it. I wrapped my lips around her nipple, and sucked sensually from the circle of wounds. As I pulled with my lips, I reached back, wrapped my hand around her shaft, and slid her cock-ring halfway up. I was nearly launched from the bed. She shrieked, bucking and heaving in her binds, her hips twisting in a feminine samba as she thrusted in masculine ascension. I drew upon her nipple with a final slurp, and with the iron taste of her blood fresh in my mouth, I rotated on her belly, locked my lips around her shaft, and sucked the ring the rest of the way off. Her shrill tenor changed to a soprano note, and my throat was filled with an hour's worth of tortured release, her cock pulsating as it vomited thick honey into my belly. I came like that, my arousal so great that I didn't even need her touch to compel my climax, and my eyes rolled back as I writhed atop her, drinking from her loins without a thought in my mind. I swallowed each load, my back arching in ecstasy, our bellies touching, feeling the convulsing muscles beneath silken flesh and leather.

"Your Highness," Sir Raftas's voice came from the door, "you have a summons from the field marshal."

And I was brought back to pitiful reality. With a muffled harrumph, I slurped the last of Elena's seed, swallowed, and dismounted her. I donned my eveningwear over my leather zip-up, and headed for the office.

"Are you just going to leave me like this?!" Elena gasped, the metal balls still churning in her anus, the dildo still rotating in her pussy.

I grinned over my shoulder at her. "Did you think you were getting off that easy, little bird? We have all night." I giggled, "I'll be back in five minutes."

I waited for her to scream the safe-word, but still, she kept her lips sealed. I gave her a loving smile, then walked into my office. I dismissed Sir Raftas and Sir Bortan, and sat before the mirror. Any news from the front was usually bad news, but at least Field Marshal Shordian had the decency to make sure I heard it first before his generals sent the info to their noble factors. I adjusted my hair in the mirror, cleaned off my smeared lipstick and reapplied a coat, then palmed the glass.

"Hello, Leveria." Yavara said. I could still see my reflection in the mirror, and though I'd just peed myself a little, my face remained remarkably impassive. I tucked my chin to hide the fact that I had just swallowed bile, and smiled to hide the way my jaw was clenching.

"Field Marshal Shordian, you look different." I said casually, "Whoever barbers your hair made you look like a stupid cunt today."

Yavara smiled. "Not even an errant blink. Bravo, Leveria."

"Should I have reacted differently?"

"Considering that I routed your army ten days ago, and am now holding your field marshal's personal mirror, I'd hoped for more of a reaction. How do you keep such composure? Even when I sabotaged your wedding dress, I didn't get so much as a gasp."

"So that was you after all." I inclined my head, "Where is the good Lord Peter Shordian? If you killed my uncle-in-law, Eric will be very upset."

"Huh. You know, it didn't even occur to me that he's my uncle by marriage."

"The only relative you have of that age since Father is dead." I said coolly.

Yavara blinked, trying admirably to keep her face impassive. "Should I be sorry for your loss?" She finally asked.

"He was your father too."

"But he wasn't my lover." She narrowed her eyes at me, "You killed him, didn't you?"

"He died doing what he loved. Now, where is Shordian?"

"Up there, no doubt watching me from his spyglass." Yavara said, and angled the mirror over her shoulder. The battlements along the rift were still there, and Mid Fort was still standing. I let out a long slow breath through my nostrils, and felt some of the terror leave me.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" I asked.

"Oh, I just wanted to catch up with my dearest sister, see how you've been doing." She grinned, sitting on the grass, "It must be very stressful to be on the losing end of a war you started."

I snorted, and began drawing patterns on the edge of the glass.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Disconnecting your mirror from the relay."

"What?!"

"Did I stutter?" I smirked at her, "We have nothing to discuss."

"We have nothing to discuss?!"

"Unless you've called to announce your unconditional surrender, the forfeiture of your lands, and to turn yourself in to face Highland justice."

"I beat you, Leveria!" She snarled, "I've driven your army back to its border! I'm on the very footstep of your kingdom with the largest horde on Tenvalia! With just one word I could end you, and you think we have nothing to discuss?!"

"It sounds like you just want to gloat. Well, go on, little sister, now's your moment."

Her jaw twitched, the words locked in her mouth.

I smiled with faux sympathy. "This didn't go quite as planned, did it? I'm sure you had a thousand lines carefully practiced in the mirror, but I just don't care. It was nice talking to you. Now, goodbye."

"Where's Elena?"

My finger hovered over the final sigil. "Elena is many places. Some of her is in the furnace of Castle Thorum. Some of her is on the floor of the dog kennels. Some of her is probably in the Bentius Bay by now, but the rest of her is in the dungeon." I sneered, "There will be a bit less of her there after tonight. I could send you some of her if you want."

Yavara smiled back. "You're lying, Leveria. Adrianna told me about the mirror call."

"Adrianna saw Elena from the neck up. I was hoping you'd be there so that I could show you what she looked like from the neck down."

"I confirmed the information with my Lowland ambassador. Elena is operating within your court. You used her to legitimize your invasion."

"And now I'm disposing of her."

"Well then, let me see her. Surely you'd take great pleasure in causing me such pain."

I didn't answer her. There was a part of me that wanted nothing more than to wheel the mirror into the next room and show Yavara what I'd done to her lover. But Elena would not forgive me for it, and in the end, I knew her love for Yavara was still greater than her love for me. That knowledge dealt me a very unique kind of pain, and I wished I could delude myself with my heart, but my rational mind was always at the forefront of my being. I was terrified of Elena seeing Yavara once again, but it would happen inevitably. My only chance at controlling the situation was to facilitate the reunion myself.

I stood up from the chair and walked away.

"Leveria!" Yavara snapped.

I looked over my shoulder at her, and said, "I will inform the ambassador that you are waiting for her."

YAVARA

I waited for agonizing minutes. When ten minutes passed, I wondered if Leveria had left her mirror on just to torment me. When twenty minutes passed, I was certain of it. It was easy in that time span to fill my mind with terrible thoughts. Maybe Adrianna had been lying? Maybe Leveria had been telling me the truth, and what would come from that door at the back of the room would be a disfigured horror of torture. Would it break me to see that? Would the combination of Leveria's smug smile and the monstrosity she'd made of Elena drive me to madness? What if she—the door opened. A figure wearing a red satin dress stood in the threshold, her platinum hair tied in a bun. I wondered for a moment if Leveria had simply changed her outfit, for I recognized the dress as one of hers. Then the figure stepped from the shadows, and her flesh did not lighten in the candlelight; it was bronze and rich, and canvased a face I'd loved all my life.

It was like I was in the room with her. We stared at each other from across it, not moving for an eternal moment. She took a tentative step forward, then another, then another. She eased herself slowly into the chair. She wore ruby lipstick, blush, and dark liner around her eyes. I'd never seen her in makeup before, and she was so beautiful that she almost didn't seem real. She wore the dress like she'd been born in it, and it hugged her curves generously, the satin fabric moving like liquid across her toned shoulders.

"Yavara?" She asked. I never thought I'd hear that voice again. In my nightmares it was shrieking in the throes of agony, and somehow that horrific fabrication seemed more real than the soft query she'd uttered. Just a question after all this time, like she'd caught me daydreaming, and everything that had transpired since that fateful day had been but the transient machinations of my mind.

"Elena?" I asked back.

She reached out, and touched the mirror. "You've put on a few pounds."

"I uh... I guess I haven't had the best diet. Orcs don't really eat vegetables. Not a lot of exercise either. When you can fly everywhere, walking seems kind of pointless, so my only workouts have been sex, and you know... I go to bed earlier than usual these days. I've uh... I've also been drinking a lot. Not recently, I quit, but I... I was drinking... quite a lot. They say stress leads to weight gain, but you know... I've been trying to, uh, keep everything chill. So... uh... yeah... Wait, did you just call me fat?"

She bit her lip. "Not fat, just... puffy."

"Puffy."

"Like someone stuck an air-hose up your ass and gave it a few pumps."

I broke into a smile, and that smile turned into a laugh, and that laugh turned into a sob. Before I knew it, I was weeping, and so was she. The tension melted away from us, and the month of hell I'd gone through seemed to seep from me. I didn't know how long we laughed and cried, but my voice was horse by the end of it.

"Oh..." I groaned, wiping a tear away, "you're still such a cheeky bitch."

"My mouth has gotten me into some trouble over here." She grinned impishly.

"When Prince Matthew told me—"

"Prince Matthew? As in Prince Matthew Dreus?!"

"The very same. He's the ambassador to Alkandra, and—"

"You have an ambassador from the Lowlands?"

"Well, we had to put someone in that massive embassy Alexa Jenania built, plus the—"

"You have an embassy?!" Elena exclaimed, "And you said Sergeant Alexa Jenania built it?!"

"Ok, pause." I laughed, "We obviously have some catching up to do."