Queen Yavara Ch. 37

"There is no victory for you!" She growled, elevating her pelvis from the bed as she ascended from within.

"There can be, but I need you, Adrianna." I hissed, the intense weakness of orgasm turning my insides to jelly, compelling my legs to flex as spasms coursed through me.

"What do you want?!" She cried, writhing in her ecstasy.

"To bring the Lowlands into the war!" I yelled with her, squirming in my chair, my hands becoming wet with my arousal.

"How?!"

"We must kill Prince Matthew Dreus!"

"WHAT?!" She screamed, and the orgasmic wave broke inside of her, turning her into a wriggling mess of shoulders and hips as her limbs closed in on herself, holding her inside and out through the torrent of sensation. I broke with her, my anus contracting around the metal plug twisting into its flesh, my pussy clamping down to consume my fingers, salivating upon my palm, drooling down my taint. We exalted in our mutual masturbation, staring at each other, pleasuring our eyes with the sight of the other's compromised expressions and helpless reactions. When it was done, we were left panting heavily, our flesh glistening with the afterglow of lust.

"What did you say?" She hissed, wrath rising in her eyes.

"If it is done to seem like an Alkandran plot," I said carefully, "King Dreus might not care for his second son, but he will be forced to act to save face. He will bring his navy to blockade the Alkandran bay, and force Yavara's army from our border. Then I will offer her terms, and our nation will exit this war intact."

"Fuck off." She growled, reaching toward the mirror.

"Is one Lowlander's life worth fifty-thousand Highlanders?" I snapped, "Because that is the lowest price the Highlands will pay for losing this war! I will not capitulate until every man atop the Rift is dead! Will you do whatever it takes, Thomas Adarian, or has Yavara raped the last of your honor away?"

Her hand stayed poised over the glass, then withdrew. Her eyes told me she hated me, but I saw in them, some of the old ranger commander. She stared at me for a long time, and I stared back, unflinching. She took two subtle breaths, and asked, "What must I do?"

ZANDER

The Highland Plains were beautiful in the fall. Unharvested wheat moved like granular waves across the rolling hills, catching the sun in a billion different specks. I was disguised as a middle-aged high-elf, my armor decorated resplendently, my horse of the greatest stock. My posture bespoke my conceit from a hundred yards away, and my wealth was displayed across my fingers and neck.

I was in the Feractianas province, about fifty miles south from the Highland Rift, and a hundred west from the Knife River. I'd flown in as a bird, and everything about me, from the horse to the armor, was but an illusionary spell. In truth, I'd sequestered a donkey from a nearby field, and were it not for the shielding spell, I would smell quite like cow shit. I came upon a quaint farming village, and rode into it. High-elves liked to think themselves racially superior, but poverty was the same for all people. The destitute farmers stared at me with grubby faces and slack jaws, their clothes more rags than garments, their tools more rust than metal. All the young men were gone, leaving only the women, elderly and young. I flashed a dazzling smile to some of the teenage maidens, and I saw their desire, and their fathers' hatred.

I trotted to the town square, which was barely more than an old lumber yard, chopping blocks strewn all over the place to create makeshift benches and tables. I walked to the old shift bell, and rang it. "Taxes!" I called, "Taxes, taxes, taxes! Lord Feractian needs funds for the war effort, and the homeland must provide! Support our brave boys in gold as they fight for your lives!"

"Taxes?!" An old man screamed, hobbling out of his shop, "We already paid this month's taxes!"

"Taxes will now be collected bimonthly." I announced.

"What taxes?" Yelled a woman of younger years, "We have naught but the clothes on our backs!"

"Those who cannot pay their taxes will be imprisoned for tax-dodging. We have a duty to our country, and we must all pay our fair share." I smiled, letting the rings on my fingers catch the sunlight.

The townsfolk had all come out of their houses and shops, and as the information was passed to the newcomers, a murmur of anger began to simmer from the crowd. One man stepped forward.

"How much do you need?" He asked.

"Three-hundred gold pieces."

The murmur swelled, a few shouts and hisses mingling with it. The man spat on the ground before me. "One of those rings ought to be worth that. Why don't you give us that emerald one on loan, and we'll send it to Lord Feractian? I promise we'll pay you back, mister." He sneered, and the townsfolk laughed in concurrence.

"You want this ring?" I asked, pointing to it.

"Aye, that one!"

I dismounted from my horse, strutted to the spokesman, and backhanded him so hard that he spun in the air before he hit the ground. "There," I said, and spat on him, "and don't worry about the interest."

"Bastard!" Another man screamed, and charged me.

"Daddy, no!" Screamed a girl. I waited until the man was a stride away before I cast my spell, and he stopped in midair. The crowd went suddenly silent, whispering only the frightened words, "mage" and "warlock."

I examined the petrified man with an imperious smile. "Very amusing. Are you the town jester?"

"Bastard!" He snarled through gritted teeth.

"Oh, you're not joking? That means you just assaulted a government official; the sentence for assaulting a government official is death."

"NO!" Screamed the girl once more. She burst from the crowd, her platinum hair alight in the sun, her freckled pale complexion painted over a beautiful blue-eyed face and nubile body. I could tell by the way everyone looked at her that she was the pride of the village. Undoubtedly, she was brave and bold just like her father, and it hurt me to know what I was going to do to her.

"My, my, you're a pretty thing." I grinned broadly, "Like a flower grown from a dung pile. How did this backwoods shithole produce someone as fair as you?"

"Let him go!" She demanded, stomping her foot to punctuate the statement.

I sighed. "I would love to, truly I would, but the queen's law is the queen's law, and we all live under her benevolent rule. He must die, or there will be no justice."

"Justice?!" She cried, "How is this justice?! We have nothing! Lord Feractian has already taken our brothers and sons, and all our gold too! All we have left is the harvest, and not enough hands to reap it!"

"You have nothing to pay me with?" I asked.

"Will you take the stones from our houses?! No, we have nothing left to pay you! We have nothing at all!"

There was a concurrent grumble from the populace. I examined them, watching as each averted their gaze from mine, but not her. "What's your name, girl?" I asked.

"Esmerelda Giana." She said with her chin held high.

"And what is your virgin price, Esmerelda?" I asked, my grin turning sardonic. A deathly silence fell upon the crowd. Esmerelda turned paler than she already was, her bottom lip trembling. I hated to see the gusto leave her. Such pride she'd had, so solid was her foundation, and yet the society she was born to had placed a fatal weakness in every unmarried woman.

"Do you not know?" I asked her, then turned to the man floating in the air, his face contorted in purple hatred. "What about you, good sir? You must know your daughter's virgin price."

"Kill me you fucker!" He bellowed.

"One-hundred." Esmerelda said quietly.

"That's all?" I mused, "In Bentius, your father could command twenty times that!" I walked to her until I stood only a foot away, then I put a hand on her shoulder. She shuddered, trying with all her might to maintain eye-contact, trying to quell the shaking of her balled fists, and the tremble of her lips.

"Is it a fair price?" She whispered, "For the debt my village owes? For my father's life?"

"It is." I said, and stroked her neck. She could not conceal her terror then, and I felt like every-bit the bastard I was. Maybe if she knew she was fighting a much greater battle, it would've been easier on her conscience, but she could not know the breadth of her sacrifice. I doubted she ever would.

"Then I will pay it." She said so quietly that it was barely a whisper, but the village was so silent that all heard it.

My hand moved to the clasp of her dress, and hers shot out to meet it. "What are you doing?!" She hissed.

"Taking what I am owed, dear child."

"NOW?!" Her eyes went wide.

I smiled, and touched her trembling lower lip with my thumb. "Now." I said, and pulled her clasp loose.

Her dress cascaded from her body. She vainly tried to keep her modesty, but the shock of the moment fried her reactions, and she pawed frantically at cloth that was no longer there. It slid off her full pale breasts to reveal her ruby nipples, cascaded from her soft belly to expose her naval, clung to her wide hips for just a moment before slipping off, and displaying her thick succulent thighs, and the blonde fur between them. She crossed her legs over each other and her arms over her breasts, and spun frantically, the panic rising in her eyes. No one came to her aid. The ruddy faces of the townsfolk were filled with horror, sapped of wrath, broken of spirit.

"Save her, you cowards!" Esmerelda's father roared.

"Dad," Esmerelda whimpered, "don't look!"

"Save her!" He wailed once more, tears coming from his eyes. I put a muting spell on him, and his anguished call was silenced.

I put my arms on Esmeralda's bare shoulders, and massaged them with my thumbs. I pressed my front to her back, and she froze when she felt my cock pushing against her tailbone. "No one is going to save you, Esmerelda." I whispered as she quivered in my hands, "They're all just going to watch. Let's give them a show, shall we?" I reached out with one hand, and a chopping block skidded across the lumber yard. I reached out with the other, and another block did the same. They rested four feet apart before us, each the same height. "Step up, Esmerelda." I commanded softly.

"No." She hissed, tears streaking down her face.

"Yes." I chuckled, and cast another spell. Without her permission, Esmerelda's legs moved, stepping upon one block, then the other. The blocks were too far apart for her to stand upright, and so she was forced into a wide stance. Still having autonomy over her arms, Esmerelda vainly tried to keep her modesty with one hand over her crotch, and her other arm crossing her breasts. It was an alluring pose, a celebration of virgin innocence and elven propriety, and so I let her strike it before her friends and family. Perhaps they would make a tapestry of it one day; 'The Rape of Esmerelda.' A fitting monument to the coming rebellion.

I cast a third spell. Rope suddenly lashed around each of Esmerelda's ankles, then like striking serpents, the two pieces snapped upright to snag her wrists. The binds tightened, the slack shortened, and soon each wrist was bound to each ankle, forcing the virgin elf into a wide squat. Her bulbous cheeks were spread, her thick thighs were splayed, and when I moved behind her to push on her back, her torso was forced upright, displaying her ample breasts, and bringing her pelvis forward to reveal her tight pink slit.

"Much better." I said from behind her, brushing her fine hair over her left ear. I cast a final spell, and a dog collar formed around her elegant neck, the leash in my hand. Though her cheeks were wet, and her body quivered, she kept her head held high, unyielding even now. I was proud of her in a way.

I turned to the horror-struck townsfolk, and sneered. "This is the price that must be paid, good people of Feractianas," I said, "this is what your liege commands."

I undid the front of my robe, and the townspeople gasped. I needed no illusions spell here. I pressed myself against her back, and she looked down to see what everyone else was gawking at. Her jaw clicked open. My organ pulsed between her legs, thick and long, red with pressure. The color drained from her face, and she swallowed, but she did not ask for mercy. I turned my eyes to her father, and studied the look of terrible resignation on his face.

"She is of excellent stock." I said to him, "you should be proud to have built such a fine young bitch." I angled my cock beneath her, "I thank you for raising her for me."

The tip of my member pressed into the taut folds of Esmeralda's pussy. Her breath caught. I rubbed my tip back and forth through her petals, slowly coercing her feminine moisture from her. She couldn't help herself, and she gritted her teeth as though in combat with her body, but she was a woman, and she could not tame biology. For many girls, it was a great awakening to realize the wildness of their blossomed forms, but for poor Esmerelda, it was the deepest of betrayals.

"You're getting wet," I chuckled in her ear, "and everyone can see it."

A tear of frustration pathed her beautiful freckled cheek. "You can take me," she hissed, "but you cannot have me."

"No?" I asked with a raised brow, and let go of her leash, "I will not force you, Esmerelda. You will defile yourself willingly."

Of course, there was no choice to be had. In her squatting position atop the blocks, all she could do was vainly battle gravity. She fought valiantly. Her legs quivered, the muscles showing through the silken flesh, her entire body glistening with the strain of keeping her virtue for a few more precious seconds. I stayed behind her, holding her gently by the hips, not taking her, only rubbing my cock between her folds, encouraging the weakness of her pelvis, the feminine reflexes that would compel her to open herself both inside and out. She dripped down my shaft, her petals blushing, her slit becoming hotter. The onlookers watched; horrified, disgusted, enraptured. She growled and whined, beads of sweat running from her temples. I moved my throbbing tip in circles against her tight entrance, teasing it with what it wanted. Her thighs trembled, her entire back tensed, her hands balled into fists behind her ankles.

She dropped. Just an inch, but it was enough. My thick head entered her, and she cried out, barely catching herself. The crowd gasped. Though I was inside her, I had not yet broken her chastity, but I could feel the resistance. Esmerelda's eyes were wide and trembling, her face struck with shock and revulsion, her entire being hinging on the sensation of the foreign invasion. Oh, she put on such a defiant mask, but she could not fight for long; not against the tandem of gravity and biology that beckoned her ever deeper. I stirred her entrance from the inside, playing with the receptive nerves there, compelling them to spread surrendering lassitude into the legs that branched her crotch. She thrashed and twisted, sputtered and snarled, and she descended another inch. She growled and howled, wrenched this way and that, and she descended yet another inch. She screamed and roared, tears pouring down her cheeks, and with a final wail, her legs failed her, and she impaled herself.

The town went silent. Only the sound of Esmerelda's breathless gulps for air could be heard, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, her eyes bulging and unseeing. I broke the tenuous silence with a groan of pure bliss. Her hot channel clenched around my nine inches, the moist embrace coiling about my shaft, the netherlips turned inward and enveloping me. Droplets of blood dripped from the wet seal of our joining, and splashed onto the dirt beneath the bridge of her legs. She sank to the final depth, her knees nearly level with her chest, her tight pussy consuming me to my roiling balls. Then, she screamed. It was shrill and tormented, and beautiful. I pulled out, and a flow of crimson came out with me, running in thick rivulets down my shaft. I exited to the head, then drove all the way in. Her head flung back, her hair flailing in an arc, and she shrieked to the sky. I thrusted again, and again, and again. I burrowed into her soft innards, sucked into her squelching sheath, held in by her clinging virgin lips. I grunted and growled from behind her, my hands no longer resting decorously upon her hips, but seeking her breasts, squeezing them wantonly. Her ass pillowed against my crotch, jiggling with every brutal impact, the soft warmth cushioning my loins, molding against me.

"Scream for me, scream!" I snarled, and she did, over and over, higher and higher with each thrust. The horror and pain were alight in her bulging eyes, contorting her beautiful proud face, striating her neck with tension. And still, I plowed into her, driving until there was no strength left in her legs, and I had to designate one hand to hold her aloft by her supple flank. She rocked to and froe, a slave to my motions, helpless to do anything but wail to her audience, her father foremost among them, watching with traumatized eyes as I ruined his daughter.

"What a bitch!" I grinned at him, heaving into Esmeralda with a fury of blasts, my breath punctuated with the slaps of flesh on flesh, the tenor of our joining becoming wetter and wetter. I yanked forward on the leash, and forced Esmerelda's head to bow, making her see what was being done to her. Then I yanked backward on the leash, and presented her face to her father, mine grinning wickedly over her shoulder.

"Look at your daddy," I laughed in her ear, "doesn't he look proud of his little girl?"

She blubbered something unintelligible to him, and he screamed something back behind the muting spell I'd put over his mouth. It didn't matter what it was. I just laughed and growled, driving, driving, driving, into the virgin elf cunt displayed between the jiggling alabaster thighs, breaking through the last resistances of her chastity, hollowing her. Each thrust was met with a wet squeeze of her innards, a welcoming embrace, a seizure of agony, a lewd massage that rolled up my length until my tip punched into her cervix. Over and over, scream after scream, grunt after grunt. Then, she began to change. The last of her chastity left her, the pain of the girl receding from the hole of the woman. In and out, in and out. The brutal repetition of her penetration continued, but the resistance within was dissipating. Through agony and terror, I had molded her to my shape and size, to my speed and force, to my avarice and heinous perversion. She could not help what was going to happen to her. She could not stop it. It was the horrible truth of rape, the reason why it was so terrible. If she were an experienced lover, she might've had a shield to guard her pride, but there was no such shield for a broken virgin.

Her screams began to wane, the tension within her back began to ease, the palsying of her legs began to quell. She did not notice these things at first, for her mind only knew the relief of pain in that moment. She did not notice the way her insides wrapped lovingly about me, nor the way her ass sank lower to receive me, nor the way her spine curved like a feline's against me, pushing her backside into my crotch. But everyone else saw it. The onlookers stared behind gawking mouths and disbelieving eyes as Esmerelda the pure, Esmerelda the brave, Esmerelda the virtuous and proud, uttered her first moan. It seeped from her lips like a croak, her voice rasp from the screams, but it slithered into the air with the unmistakable tenor of pleasure. I thrusted into her once more, and another moan came from her, this one steeped in even more splendor. It wasn't until the third moan, that Esmerelda realized what had happened. She clamped her lips shut, her face turning red, her eyes brimming. Oh, those eyes. They'd been filled with such anguish before, but now they swam with confusion.