Queen Yavara Ch. 36

I continued to sensually play with her clit, and began to subtly thrust, sliding my cock between her folds. She whimpered each time, helpless and demure atop me, unable to do anything but watch as my fat organ deformed her delicate petals, ran along her slit, and rubbed against her engorged clit. I caressed her throat with my thumb, my other hand covetously squeezing her left breast, my lips breathing on her jaw. She whimpered with increasing desperation, a plea she didn't understand, a weakness she displayed instinctively, but not naturally. All her life, Sofia had been confident and in control, doted upon and spoiled. Now she was meek and submissive, and she didn't know why she liked it so much.

"You know what you want." I whispered.

"Yes!" She blubbered, watching my cock disappear and reappear, each time becoming wetter with her arousal. She seemed horrifically fascinated with what was happening to her, teetering somewhere between trauma and revelation. Ah, to be a virgin again. As Brock had shaped Yavara in her moment of trauma, as Yavara had shaped me, so I would shape Sofia. And I was a demented artist.

"Beg me for it, slut." I cooed in her ear.

"Please." She whispered, watching my cock disappear and reappear, hypnotized by the tortuous rapidity, transfixed by the excruciating desire ballooning between her legs, "Please, Elena," She whined, her brow furrowing, "make me your slut! F-f-f-fuck me!"

"Good girl." I giggled, and released her breast to grab my cock, aim it back, and push inside. She gasped, her eyes going wide, her mouth falling open. I moaned. Her tight heat surrounded me, her sucking lips pulled me in, her wet slit stretched around me, beckoning me deeper and deeper until I was being squeezed down the entire length of my cock, buried to the hilt. "Goddamn, you're tight!" I groaned.

If Sofia heard me, she didn't acknowledge it. Her eyelids fluttered, her chest rose and fell, her breaths expired from her in squeaking pants. I held myself still inside her, waiting for her to acclimate to the new reality. With a shuddering breath, some of the sanity returned to her blue eyes, and they focused on me. "So," she said breathily, "I'm a woman now."

I touched our brows together, and grinned endearingly. "And what a woman you are, Sofia."

She tittered, her mirth interrupted by a sudden breath, and a whine of pleasure. When she next regained herself, her gaze was wild. "Don't call me 'Sofia,'" She said, looking down at my lips, "not when you're inside me. I'm not her when you do these things to me." She looked back into my eyes, "I'm just a slut in training. Teach me. Teach me!" Her legs began to quiver, splaying wide around her penetrated and ruined pussy, "Oh god, TEACH ME!" She cried.

I wrapped my hands around her narrow bony hips, and guided them into a deep and violent grind. I couldn't help myself any longer. I couldn't be gentle anymore. As I taught her the motions of a woman, I fucked her hard, ramming my cock into her tight slit, burying myself into her narrow wet sheath, stretching it, ruining it, abusing her soft beautiful petals until they were puffy and red, wet with the juices that squelched from her with my violent piston drives. She reared her head back over my shoulder, and screamed a soprano note of pain and pleasure, the sound fluctuating with the lurching impulses I sent through her. Her succulent flesh rippled from her breasts and ass, her belly flexed in sporadic spasms, her legs flailed for purchase as she tried to match the motion of my guiding hands. The deep oscillations of her hips forced her to take me with open thighs and a low pelvis, making her asscheeks mold to my crotch, the delectable fat forming glistening creases and folds with her rotations, the seal of our flesh breaking with each motion to waft the pungent scent of sin into the room.

I released her hips and let her venture on her own. She wrapped her hands behind our heads, and danced on my cock, crying out all the way. She was awkward and inexperienced, but her exuberance more than made up for it, and the last vestiges of her broken innocence were more alluring to me than I thought possible. I didn't know why it made me want to defile her, but I didn't question it. My hands grabbed and squeezed her from ass to breast, then wrapped fingers in her hair to yank her head back. She stared up at me, her gaze fervent and untamed, her pupils small. I licked the whole side of her face, and she bowed her neck to receive it, squealing out in delight as I hammered into her. When my tongue flicked from her cheek, I collected spit upon it, and let it dribble onto her nose and lips. She opened her mouth to receive the trail of saliva, and I followed after it to devour her beautiful mouth.

Her muffled cries hummed in my mouth as her lips sucked upon mine, her tongue wriggling in contest with mine, the wet squishing member wrapping and slathering my palate with her blossoming lust. Her undulations became more natural, no longer jerking and lurching, and she moved with sinuous grace atop me, slithering her slender body back-to-front while I impaled her between her spread legs. We moved like perverse dancers, heaving to a forceful cadence, to circles of motion that converged violently at their apex, driving my cock all the way in so that her juices could squelch from her and salivate down my shaft. The tension within me began to build, the beautiful rage flowing through my muscles, compelled by her prey-like squeaks into my mouth, the submissive desire in her blue eyes.

I grabbed her by the thighs, pulled her legs up, hooked my elbows around her knees, and locked my fingers behind her head to complete the nelson hold. I forced her face down, and her mouth tore from mine, a squeal of shocked delight flowing from it.

"Look at what I'm doing to you." I growled in her ear, "Look at the way my fat cock is ruining your tight little cunt. Your body belongs to me now."

"Yes!" She cried, staring down at her breasts squished against the rolls of her belly, her upturned pelvis revealing her penetration to her, my thick rod driving through her puffy flushed folds, rubbing against her engorged clit, pushing in her gripping netherlips. Her ass jiggled freely in the air with each impact, and I buried myself into new depths, finding the tightest reaches of her, holding myself inside for a moment before pulling out and violently surging into her once more. Soon, I was fucking her without control, blasting my hips against her plump flank, driving, driving, driving into her soft innards, ruining them more with each thrust. She was sputtering through her exalting squeals, her eyes wide, her makeup running down her face, her blonde hair plastered to her forehead in fine strands. Then she was bucking against the nelson-hold, writhing as though in great agony, screaming and thrashing. The contractions within her became violent, the spasmatic squeezing of her cunt signaling her ascension. I pounded mercilessly into her, my breath coming out of me like fire, my entire body soaked in sweat.

"I'm going to come inside you," I panted in her ear, "beg me to do it, slut."

"Please come inside me!" Sofia whined, her neck corded with tense tendons, "I need your cum in my pussy! I've never wanted anything more! Make me your slut!"

I obliged. With a final heave, I impaled her. She flung her head back and croaked breathlessly, her entire body quivering, her back bowing against its concave arch to jut her glistening breasts forth. My loins surged hot milk deep into her virgin depths, consummating her violation. I panted in her ear, lost in the sensation of her hot wet flesh, both inside and out, the softness of her, the way her muscles moved against and around me. We stayed locked in a paralysis of ecstasy for a beautiful eternity, then descended gracefully back to sanity.

Sofia was left staring at the ceiling, vainly trying to compose herself. I kissed her pointed ear, then her neck, then her shoulder. I slipped out from beneath her, and continued to kiss her down her breasts, belly, and crotch. I licked the inner portion of her thighs, then looked up at her. Behind her recovering veil, was a look of confusion. I smiled impishly, and wrapped my mouth around her beautiful red rose. She hissed in shock, but her thighs opened to receive me. I grinned around my meal, and watched her as my tongue slipped inside. Her expression softened from its startled mask, and she licked her lips delectably before biting the lower half, and snaking her hands luxuriantly down her sides. Her fingers were soon knotted in my hair, and I licked her insides approvingly, pleased by her newfound confidence. As I tasted the delicious concoction of sperm and pussy, she moaned like a minted woman, no longer screaming and squealing like a girl. My muzzle became wet with her arousal, the tip of my nose glistened as it nestled itself between her folds and upended her clit, and I used my tongue to do what my fingers had done before, only with much greater dexterity, and a more pleasing texture. Soon, Sofia was coming again, and she sobbed out her ecstatic tones with her fists balled in my hair.

When I was done, I sucked the mixture from her slit, and climbed up her body. I hovered over her face, and after a moment of delay, she smiled lecherously, and parted her lips. I let the filthy white soup cascade into her mouth, and she let it pool upon her tongue. Our mouths came together, and she moaned as though the taste was of honey. In that state of mind, it was sweeter. I stayed hunched over her like a predator to prey, feasting upon her lips and tongue until we were both satisfied with the meal. When I parted from her, it was like I was looking at a new woman.

"An interesting taste." She whispered, smacking her lips, "Next time, I'll try it from the source."

"Next time, you'll be the one taking charge." I giggled, crinkling my nose, "You'll ride my face like the goddess you are."

She smiled. "You flatter me, Elena, but we both know that of the two of us, I am not the goddess. You're... beyond amazing."

"I know," I said, pathing her jaw with my finger, "but you're no slouch, Sofia. I've never taken a woman's virginity before, and now I understand why the experience is so coveted. I'm so honored that you gave it to me."

She blushed. "It is I who should be honored. I might not know anything about sex, but I know that I will never feel such pleasure with anyone but an Alkandran."

"You're right about that." I chuckled, stroking her throat.

She smiled easily back at me. "You've ruined me already. Elena Straltaira, you should be ashamed of yourself, doing such terrible things to a virgin girl."

"You thought that was terrible?" I laughed, "That was the most vanilla sex I've had since... ever, actually."

"That was vanilla?!"

"I didn't even see your asshole."

"Why on earth would you want to see that?!"

I grinned evilly. "Sofia, I don't just want to see it."

She blushed furiously. "That's disgusting." She mumbled.

"Absolutely filthy." I whispered into her ear, my fingers caressing her hard nipple, "I wonder how it tastes."

She shuddered under my touch, her eyelids drooping. "Elena Straltaira, you are a wicked, wicked woman."

"You'll get there, little dove." I chuckled dotingly, "You'll make an excellent Alkandran."

"Well... thank you." Then she smiled shyly. "How big do you think my... you know... how big will it be?"

"A foot long at least."

"A foot?! I'm five-two!"

"You'll be a three-legged woman."

She tittered. "You're joking, right? You don't actually know how my body will change."

"No, but I'm getting some major big-dick-vibes from you."

She blushed even more. "Well... thank you, I guess."

I laughed. "And you'll be much bolder, I imagine."

"I don't think so, Elena." She ran her hands covetously down the curves of my back, "I may be inexperienced, but I know who I am. I'm a follower." She smiled cutely, "I became your... 'slut' quite naturally."

"You don't know who you are yet."

"I do." She said seriously, "Only someone who knows themselves truly can understand what they want. I came here with a goal, and I knew what I would have to do to achieve it."

I laughed and poked her nose. "Why is it that I always find myself in the beds of manipulative women?"

"Did I manipulate you?" She raised her brows, "I believe I stated my intentions quite clearly."

"Using sex to negotiate is textbook manipulation." I said, and placed a finger over her lips before she could speak. "You used your virginity to great effect, Sofia, and you knew what you were doing. Do not deny it."

She licked my finger. "You've been dressed in eveningwear while in court for two weeks. You've let rumors circulate about what you did to Ternias's servants. You've cultivated a reputation of lasciviousness to bate nobles like me, so do not speak to me of sexual manipulation when you are the puppet master of the noble's desires."

"I wish." I sighed, "It seems my Alkandran charm doesn't have the effect I desired."

Sofia laughed. "Elena, you know not what you do to them!" She turned to me with a twinkle in her eyes, "Their gaze follows you like their pupils are magnetized to your backside. Even Lady Catherine Jonias turns slightly pink when your member slithers beneath your dress. They hinge on your every word and movement, but they fear you."

"Fear me?"

"You're boisterous, charismatic, beautiful, and exotic. You're Alkandran, a thing of evil legend, but they recognize your face as one of their own. None of them knows how to approach you, and none of them wants to be the first. They're all waiting for someone to finally jump into the water." She grinned proudly, "That someone was me. Now they're just waiting for me to say that the water's warm."

I gave her an appraising look. "You have a plan, don't you?"

She shrugged. "I know I'm approachable, because no one sees me as a threat; not like you. I can be your liaison to the court. I can make connections that you cannot. I will bring the curious members of the court to your doorstep, and you will do the rest."

"Who are your contacts?"

"Sherman Huntiata is an old family friend, and Percian Feltian, the son of Lord Yanas Feltian, is my betrothed."

"Your betrothed?!"

She smiled guiltily. "It's an arranged marriage, but we view it as more of a partnership. Percian never showed interest in me, nor in the court. He follows my lead when it comes to politics, and Yanas Feltian is very old."

"You little schemer."

"I like to think of it as long-term planning." She said a little indignantly, "I also have some contacts with some of Feractian's barons. Unlike the other high-nobles, Feractian often lets his lesser nobles represent him in court. If Feractian leaves his seat, you may have an in-road with them."

"That would give me five votes." I muttered.

"I can't guarantee you any of them but my own, Elena." Sofia said, "I can only make the introductions. You must do the rest."

I drew my eyes across her slender naked body, then rested them on her disheveled face. "All I need is an introduction, Sofia."

YAVARA

Destiny had transformed back into Zander when I awoke the next morning. I slipped from his sleeping arms, and made my way to the nearby stream. After a cold bath, I donned my leather armor, and went back to my tent.

"...what do you think? This one, or this one?" Brock's gruff voice asked as he tried on one headdress, then the other.

"Why are you asking me this?" Elena's voice came from my mirror.

"I need a woman's opinion."

"I never had a sense of fashion, and now I have a dick. Do you want me to get Leveria in here? She's the one who clothes me."

"You think I want to talk to that cunt? Come on, you were a ranger; which one of these would've scared you more?"

There was a pause. "The one with the skulls on it."

"I thought you'd like that one," Brock chuckled, "these here are all imperial generals. I wonder if you knew any of them?"

"That's very macabre."

"I think it's honorable. Only great foes are displayed as trophies. Once I'm finally cut down, I hope my killer takes my head and wears my skull as a battle helm."

"After getting to know some of these nobles, I think you'd probably be taxidermied and put on display in some estate manor."

"Yeah, so in the wee hours the missus can come to the parlor and finish what her husband couldn't!" Brock roared, and Elena laughed with him. I tried to keep my titters quiet, but Brock heard them, and he turned over his shoulder. "My queen," he said, his face falling solemnly, "you have a call from the ambassador."

My smile fell as well, and I felt almost like an intruder in the moment. "Thank you, Brock." I said, taking the mirror as he left. "Elena?"

"Are you alone?"

I watched Brock walk into the camp. "Yes."

She leaned toward the mirror. "Do you remember Sofia Droughtius?"

"Shy girl, never wanted to go outside?"

"That's the one. Well, she's taken charge of her family, and she's offered to join my coalition."

"That's wonderful."

Elena frowned. "Are you patronizing me?"

"No, I mean it." I said sincerely, "It's just... well, House Droughtius wasn't ever a potent player, and now that their military assets have been destroyed, they're hardly a great house at all. I suspect Sofia came to you out of desperation."

"You'd suspect correctly, but it's a start, Yavara. Sofia can get me inroads to Huntiata, Feltian, and Feractian."

I raised my brows. "I didn't know Sofia had those kinds of connections."

"She has a cordial relationship with Sherman Huntiata, and she's betrothed to Yanas Feltian's son. She also has a few contacts with some of Feractian's barons."

I laughed. "Such a strong coalition of the hypothetical you have."

"It's closer than you think. Yanas Feltian is frail, and Feractian delegates many of his decisions to his barons. Sherman Huntiata might be tough, but the old bastard only cares about money."

I scribbled the notes down on a pad of paper, then glanced up at her with a critical eye, "There's something you want to tell me, but you don't know how to."

She actually blushed. "When did you get good at reading people?"

"You learn fast when you're queen." I smiled, "Let me guess... you're fucking Sofia Droughtius."

She laughed. "Of course I am."

"She's cute." I giggled approvingly, "Elena Straltaira, fucking her way through the noble court." I sighed, "I wish I could be there with you."

"I wish you were here too." She smiled ruefully, "But... well, my escapades with Sofia aren't what I wanted to talk to you about. Her help comes with a price."

"Your cock isn't compensation enough?"

"I daresay it almost was, but she's a tough negotiator."

"She must have a will of iron. What does she want?"

Elena took a deep breath. "When the war is over, she will rule the southern Maples as a hybrid governess."

I snorted. "You can certainly tell her she will."

Elena frowned. "Yavara, my word means something to me."

"I'm not giving up the second-most valuable territory in my empire to some Highland traitor."

"She is uniquely qualified. She has contacts in the southern Lowlands and southern Highlands, as well as good relationships with many dwarven merchants of note."

"I'm sure I'll have no problems making contacts of my own."

Elena chewed on her lip. "This girl is betting everything on me. I can't just leave her out to dry."

"I have no use for elves like her, Elena. I chose warriors for a reason. The leaders of my nation are bold, brazen, and deadly like the beasts they rule, but most importantly, they're a part of a sisterhood that they would never break. Sofia has never touched a blade in her life, and worse than that, she's a schemer. Her kind only want what they don't have, and so I will not have her. If you can't stomach lying to her, then I suggest you leave the Noble Court right now, because it's clearly not for you."