Queen Yavara Ch. 38

The light on my mirror illuminated, and two sigils popped up. One was from Bentius, and the other was from Ardeni. Two more sigils popped up, another one from Bentius and one from Ardeni, and I wrote down the shapes of each. The conversations ended, and I waited for twenty or so minutes before the light on my mirror illuminated once more, and two sigils came into view. One was from Bentius, and the other was from the Rift. The one from Bentius was the same one from the first conversation.

*Leveria?* I wrote beside the symbol. I did not yet know Yavara's sigil, but I assumed it must be the one drawn in the shape of a penis. It seemed like her. Leveria's was in the shape of an eye, which was appropriately ominous for her.

*King Albert Dreus.* I wrote beside the sigil that had communed with Leveria in the first conversation. This sigil was a boat. As to the other conversation, it was hard to guess. The mercantile Lowlands had dozens of governors that operated much like the nobles in the Highlands, and they undoubtedly communicated with one another often. It could've been an insidious plot, or a banal conversation between friends. Still, I drew the sigils on my pad all the same, and marked the time and length of communication.

The conversation between Leveria and Yavara ended. For the next three hours, I watched different sigils pass between the Lowlands and the Highlands. Most were between Bentius and Ardeni, but there were a few dozen between lesser cities of both nations. I marked off the ones from the nobles estates, circling the sigil that came from the Ternianas estate. The lord himself was likely in Bentius, but it was good to know the communications that came out of his house. I matched the sigil with one similar that came from Bentius, and watched for it. Sure enough, it came up again. This was the sigil from the second conversation between Bentius and Ardeni, and the recipient was the same: a dog's paw. I frowned, and crossed out the name 'King Albert Dreus' I had already written next to the boat, and instead wrote it next to the sigil of a paw. I contemplated what I had written on my pad, and then wrote, *Prince Arthur Dreus?* beside the sigil of the boat.

"What are you doing talking to the crown prince, Leveria?" I asked the mirror.

The conversation ended, and another came up. This one was between Bentius and Alkandra, and from two sigils I hadn't seen before. There were only two mirrors that I knew of in Alkandra; one was Prince Matthew Dreus's, and the other belonged to Governess Adrianna. The sigil from the Highlands was a wavy stripe, and the one from Alkandra was an eagle's beak. I wrote them both down, and waited. More conversations went between Ternias and King Dreus. More conversations went between Leveria and Prince Arthur, as well as Leveria and King Dreus. There was a brief conversation between King Dreus and the Bearded Peaks, then another between King Dreus and Ternias. If anyone from the Highlands conversed with the dwarves, I would not know, for the tower wasn't part of that relay.

There was another conversation between Bentius and Alkandra. Leveria's eye, and the eagle's beak. I scribbled *Prince Matthew Dreus* next to the eagle's beak, and waited to identify Adrianna's. My mirror went dark for a long time, then finally illuminated when dusk fell. Leveria's eye appeared, but not on the side. It was dead center. She was calling me.

"Shit." I growled. If she found out the relay was being monitored, she would never use the same symbol twice. I quickly donned the image of a young high-elf boy, and tapped the mirror.

Leveria's visage swam into view. She assessed me, then my surroundings, then looked back. "Hello." She said.

I gawked, then shouted over my shoulder, "Oi, Sam! The fookin' queen is talkin' to me!"

"Shove it up at yer ass, you little twerp!" My spell answered me from twenty feet away.

"I'm fookin' serious! It's on this mirror Da' bought from that old man with the cart!"

"I said shove it up yer ass!"

"Your brother sounds delightful." Leveria giggled.

My eyes went wide. "Oi fookin' hell, you're not a spell! Are you the real queen?!"

"How old are you, boy? Eight? Nine? Where did you learn those filthy words?"

"Me mum and Da' yell 'em at each other when they're wrestling in the bed."

Leveria's face contorted, then she broke into a laugh. "Oh, sweet mother! God bless you, boy. What's your name?"

"I'm fookin' not tellin' you! You could be a witch!"

"I thought I was the queen?"

"Aye, but I don't know what the queen looks like! You could just be a witch with a crown! That's what you are, a witch tryin' to put a spell on me, turn me into a frog, and boil me to cure yer warts!"

She laughed harder. "Damn, you caught me!"

"Oi, I knew it! I knew it!" I shouted victoriously, then leaned to a conspiratorial distance, "Say, you wouldn't happen to know any spells I can do to me brotha', would you?"

She grinned wickedly. "Something I used to do to my sister is put crushed prunes in her oatmeal. She thought they were berries, and she'd eat them up. Then when she was in school, she'd get a tummy ache. When she stood up to go to the bathroom, she'd shit herself!"

"Oi, yer an evil witch!"

"I am!" She giggled, "But not nearly as evil as my sister turned out to be. If you really want to deal with your brother, you'll go out on a hunting trip with him, wait until his back is turned, then bash in his skull with a rock."

"Wha?!"

"Just a suggestion." She smiled sweetly, "And here's another one: don't ever answer a call from that mirror. Only witches have them, and I'm the nicest witch of all of them. You're very lucky, because if any of the other witches caught you, they'd hypnotize you, and make you kill your mom and dad."

"No way."

"Yes way." Leveria nodded, "So, what are you going to never do?"

"I will never answer a call from this mirror, I tell ya that!"

"Good boy." Leveria smiled, and palmed the glass. I watched the mirror, and saw two sigils illuminate on the sides. Leveria and Prince Matthew. It was a short conversation.

ADRIANNA

"...from now on, I won't be contacting you. I'll tell you before each meeting ends when you should next call me. Use Prince Matthew's sigil when you do." She paused, then said, "I think you should tell Yavara that I tried to recruit you."

"If you wanted to give her a reason to monitor the relay before..."

"It's always good to cover your tracks. Sometimes, it's better to cover your tracks with someone else's. He'll be a dead man anyway, so what does it matter?" She held her hand up to the mirror, and smiled at me. "Thank you, Commander."

"Don't call me that."

"I can tell you like it." She smirked, and palmed the mirror, leaving only my reflection.

God help me if I'm wrong about this. I thought to myself.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and carefully flexed the new muscle in my mind. My blue eyes turned red, my incisors became fangs, my white hair became black, my bronze skin became pale, and I began to become translucent in the glass. I stopped the transformation before it was complete, and my old self returned. In truth, I was just as wild in this form as I was in the other. My ethos was Alkandran in totality, and I could only guess at what Thomas Adarian would've done. He was like a caricature in my subconscious, something to point and laugh at for being so foolish and weak, and yet, the idea of him still compelled some part of me.

"Adrianna?" A voice came from the doorway.

I looked up, and smiled at Furia. "Got off work early?"

"Slow day today. Only ten murders, four rapes, and six robberies." She said, pulling off her magistrate robes, "You?"

"I don't think we'll ever have any problems with Drake Titus."

She smirked at me. "No, I don't think you will." She reached behind the door, and grunted as she hauled out the largest floral arrangement I'd ever seen. Blood-red roses decorated a womanly figure in a display that must've cost thousands.

"Oh no, he's in love." I giggled.

"You better fuck him all night for this."

"He's had me for five days straight; he can wait a little." I smirked, "Besides, I've been without my favorite toy, and you know how I get when I don't have it for a long time."

"A spoiled little brat." Furia snickered, and climbed onto my lap. She straddled me like a woman, and indeed, every inch of her was a splendor of femininity, save for the nine-inch cock that poked me in the belly. She leaned down, smiling with her lush lips, and I opened mine to receive her kiss. She stopped me.

"What?" I asked.

I felt her thumb brush against my mouth, then pull away. She eased herself upright, examining the red spot on her thumb, then looked at me. "Are you going to tell me this is lipstick?"

"Would you believe me if I did?"

"I was a ranger, Adrianna. I know blood when I see it." She narrowed her eyes, "You weren't going to tell me, were you?!"

"Furia, I just wanted to—"

"Don't give me that 'I just wanted to protect you' bullshit!" She snapped, "You were content with roping me into a suicide mission if Yavara invaded, but now I'm helpless and made of glass?!"

I took two deep breaths, then let them out slowly. "When I made that deal with you, I really liked you, Furia, but..."

"...you didn't love me?"

"No." I whispered, "I knew you worshipped me, and I used you. Now... now the thought of losing you... I can't risk you... I just can't."

Furia brushed my hair from my face, and whispered, "Adrianna, you're a cunt."

"I know. Forgive me?"

"My forgiveness is conditional. We're in this together all the way." She dropped against me, pressing her cock between our joined bellies, squishing our busts. She angled her face so that only the tattooed side shown, and she pulled her hair away from her neck. I didn't have to ask if she was sure. Furia was always sure. I took a deep breath, and transformed.

Her body became small in my arms, her toned ranger musculature suddenly seeming fragile and supple. Her eyes widened, a look of comingled wonder, fear and desire upon them. My eyes fell upon the pulsing vein in her throat, and instinct took over. I planted a kiss on her neck, and she whimpered. I drove my fangs inside, and she gasped. I drank of her, my love, and she was nectarous velvet on my tongue. Titus and I had indulged like royalty upon the variety of Alkandran beasts, but I had not tasted one of my own kind, and now I knew why he compared us to the finest of wines. My lips drew sensually from her, tenderly taking her life, feeling it surge into my veins. When I'd had my fill, I injected my venom from one fang, and held her against my breast as she slowly died. When her heart stopped, I transformed back, and stroked her white mane.

Her heart beat, the sound so loud that I could hear it through her, the pulse so violent that it rippled beneath her flesh. The roots of her hair darkened, her limbs began to grow, her flesh began to lighten. She grew in my arms, her naked body stretching, cording with muscle, ballooning with suppleness in her feminine curves. Her head flung up, and her face was bared to me, beautiful and terrifying, her luscious red lips like a strawberry in her milk face, her crimson eyes divided with a reptilian pupil that contracted when it looked upon my throat. She seized me in her massive hands, pulled my head to the side, and plunged her fangs into my throat. I held her head lovingly, stroking her black hair as she killed me, savoring the strange arousal of being consumed by another. When my flesh was cold and numb, she released me, her pupils dilating in recognition.

"Adrianna?" She hissed.

"God, you're beautiful." I croaked.

"I could've killed you!" She gasped, "Why didn't you stop me?!"

"I liked the idea of you sucking me dry."

She shook her head, "If you keep upping the ante like this, your fetishes are going to get one of us killed."

"But can you imagine how intense the orgasm will be?" I whispered as I began to transform, "It would be enough to die for." I wrapped my thick alabaster thighs around her waist, and drove my ass down. Oh, her manhood had grown in proportion to her body, and it impaled me to my bottom, parting my slick vaginal walls, stretching them to the sweet point of pain, pressing into my cervix. We groaned in mutual satisfaction, our voices now low and husky, dripping with predatory splendor. Her fangs came out, and so did mine, and we bared them in a mutual avaricious grin before coming together in a piercing kiss. Our tongues slithered in wriggling combat, our blood-red lips sucked with tender gluttony, and our fangs injected our venom into each other as she injected her cock between my legs, driving, driving, driving me into the back of the chair. Our breasts bounced and squished together, our pert red nipples throbbing in tense combat, our muscular bellies molding silken flesh together, communicating our pleasure by the spasms that wracked our abdominal wall.

She spun me on her cock and took me from behind, her claws digging into my succulent flank, the nails piercing the flesh, oh god! The pain was exquisite, done with love and not with malice, the tendrils of agony dancing with the waves of pleasure that ballooned from my penetration. I backed my ass into her, arching my spine, my torso forced into an upright position against the chair, my mouth moaning over it. She pried my cheeks apart, her nails still imbedded in my gluteus fat, and she burrowed her thumbs into my tight anus, and pulled it open. I snarled in delight, wrapping my hands around her head, bringing her face to my neck so that she could drink from my bowed throat. My snarls turned to pleasant growls when her fangs sank into my neck, pouring her sweet venom into my heart. She moved her cock from my pussy and forced it all the way up my ass, and my head flung back to sound a delighted scream. I pushed back against her, swallowing her pulsating meat with my anal ring until it was consumed, and clenching to hold her inside me.

"You're not getting out." I chuckled sultrily over my shoulder at her, "You're trapped in my ass forever."

"You like it more here every time we fuck." She growled.

"So do you." I hissed.

She had me on the floor a second later, her foot planted atop my face, my ass high in the air. Oh, she was torturing me, pulling all the way out to savor the sight of my shithole lazily contracting, waiting for me to beg her to fuck my ass once more. And beg, I did. I blubbered through every debasing plea I could think of, getting more turned on by each one, meaning every word I said with my heart and soul. Yes, I was an anal whore who just wanted to get my shit-box fucked. Yes, I was a filthy ass-slut who would suck sperm from another whore's ass. Yes, I was a degenerate cunt who only deserved to get fucked from where I shit. A filthy sow like me didn't deserve to get fucked in the pussy. I said these things with a gaping, fanged smile, her foot squishing my face, deforming my lips. She railed into my ass, clawing into my flesh as she did, the fat jiggling around the eight points of unnatural penetration, my crack bowing and jutting with the forceful fucking of my sinful hole. She accelerated with a whine of delight, her head flinging back, her body becoming tense. I rubbed desperately at my pussy, driving my fingers inside, stretching it open, thumbing my clit into a throbbing ruin. We came together, our song of ecstasy harmonizing. I gushed from my slit, the orgasmic urine creating a puddle on the floor, and she gushed into my ass, her hot spunk sating my ravenous asshole. But oh, we were not done.

Furia's demeanor turned loving once the catharsis left her. She retracted her nails from my flesh, and the wounds closed bloodlessly. She took her foot from my face, and my cheek reformed. She knelt behind me, and I got onto my hands and knees, no longer the victim of her predation, but the lioness that would voraciously consume her.

"Eat it, Furia." I commanded softly, perking my ass up. She smiled demurely, and bowed her head between my cheeks. I felt her tongue slide into my ruined ass, then her lips wrap around to suck the sperm from it. When her fangs pierced my rim, I groaned in pleasure, and eased myself back. Gracefully, she descended beneath me, sliding her body between my legs and falling back until I was seated firmly atop her face. Her tongue wriggled through my filth, tasting the mixture of her seed and my anal juice, and I sighed contentedly, and eyed her rigid cock.

I stooped into a feline arch, gently dominating her with my body weight. I made her earn the pleasure I hinted at, only moving closer to her cock when she pleased me exceptionally well. Her lips rotated around my swollen anus, sucking my rim into a pulsating ring, and her tongue circumnavigated it from the inside.

"Very good." I groaned, and dipped my face into her crotch. I was careful not to ignore Furia's feminine side when I was with her. It was easy to forget at times when she could be so dominatingly masculine, that she had a pretty pink pussy just below her cock, and it needed attention too. I wrapped my hand worshipfully around her magnificent rod, and angled it off to the side to reveal her blushing slit. I craned my neck, slid my hands under her thighs, and gently pried apart her cheeks. There, just below her pussy, was her puckered pink aperture, the sweet stink of it wafting into my nostrils. I circled it with a curious finger, and giggled when it popped and winked in reaction. I wasn't the only one with an anal fetish, though it was usually Eva who sated Furia's. I didn't have the tool Eva used so effectively to turn Furia into a blubbering slut, but I had ten little fingers. I pushed one from each hand into her ass, and pulled them apart. She parted from my anus with a loving smack, and inserted her fingers in turn, copying me. I groaned, and pushed two more fingers into her ass, pulling it apart to reveal its ruby sheath. She did the same, though after the abuse she'd given me, I was much more pliant than she. We inserted finger after finger into each other, our moans turning to groans, our groans turning to whines, our whines turning to growls of pain and delight.

I had eight digits inside her, and my breath was coming from me hard and fast, spurred by the deliciously grotesque sight before me, and the wonderful pain behind me. I sank my hands into her past the bottom knuckle, and she did the same.

"F-f-f-fuck..." I hissed with just breath. Her digits kneaded my filthy hole, toying with the taut delicate flesh within, stretching the ringed entrance. Mine did the same, venturing deeper and deeper, squishing her taint against her slit so that bubbles formed from her leaking vaginal froth. I could no longer resist tasting her, and she had earned my mouth. I joined my oral lips with her nether counterpart, and kissed her there, my fangs piercing her puffy folds. She did the same with me. As our fingers pressed against our womanly channels from the wrong side, our tongues slithered into each other to taste the nectar of our ovules. We groaned around our slurping mouths, our tender kisses sounding wetly against our salivating slits, our petals blushing with pleasure. Her salty tang saturated my palate as my tongue wriggled and swirled, teasing the inside of her entrance until it was pulsating with delight. She did the same with me, and our oral snakes ventured deeper into their holes, and curled upward. Her muffled moan sounded from behind me, her fingers tensing in my ass. I was more composed, but barely. My body was quivering with glee, both my mouths watering as they tasted and consumed in turn. I ran the tip of my tongue around her spot, and her legs spasmed. I dragged my palate across the ribbed ceiling until she knew the texture of my tongue down to the pore, and she did the same with me, causing my legs to lose their strength.