Queen Yavara Ch. 39

BROCK

"...I don't know what is custom for Highlanders, or royalty, but in the tribes—in the Terdini anyway—well, the Protaki as well, and those of the Northern Pines... goddamn it." I growled to myself, took a deep breath, and tried again. "My queen, Yavara. I know that I am unworthy... no, confidence, Brock. Yavara—too informal? Confidence. Yavara..." I assessed the area around me, then brushed some of the dirt away from the floor of my tent, and got to one knee. "Yavara, I don't know what is custom for Highland royalty, but the Terdini have a tradition—a custom... custom or tradition? Fuck it. Yavara, I don't know what Highlanders do, but when a Terdini man wants to take a Terdini woman as his wife, he presents her with an eagle egg."

I held out the chicken egg. "The eagle represents strength and long sight, two things that are most important for a marriage to last. But when the bird is young, it is weak and blind, and must be nurtured carefully for it to grow. I know that you don't see me like you see others, but I think that, with time... no. Confidence. I know that you don't see me like some of the others, but that's because I can give you something they can't. This massive dick. Goddam it. I'm not like others you love, but the gifts I have are things only I can give, and I want to share them with you until my dying day."

I sighed, and struggled back to my feet. I wasn't old yet, but my joints were telling me that my youth had been just about spent. I groaned when my knee finally buckled, then leaned against the tent post, and massaged below the cap.

"Well," came Trenok's voice from the flap of the tent, "that was... depressing."

I wheeled around to see my son grinning from ear to ear. "You sneaky little shit."

"Was that how you proposed to Mom?"

"No," I growled, "I gave her an egg, threw her on the bed, then fucked you into existence. In retrospect, I should've pulled out."

"In retrospect, you should've tied the tent flap shut."

"If you tell anyone—"

"I won't." Trenok said, stepping into the tent. "But will you? Will Yavara ever hear that beautiful, third-grade-level poetry?"

I grunted. "Just keeping my options open is all. I can't be Froktora forever. What's the next level for me, huh?"

Trenok snorted. "I heard you say 'love.'"

"Love is just another word for 'career advancement.'"

"Who are you trying to fool? You've been obsessed with her ever since that night."

"She is the Dark Queen. She is holy."

"Yeah, and you've been in all those holes."

"You know what I meant."

He snorted, "You're only lying to yourself, old man." He proffered one of my chicken eggs, "Are you going to make her an omelet?"

"My eagle is male."

"I've got a nest. One of them is nearly as big as my fist. That would be one fit for a queen, I imagine."

"I guess it would be." I mumbled.

Trenok stepped up to me, and clapped me hard on the shoulder with a broad grin. "She's gonna sit on your face the moment you're finished. I'm afraid you'll drown." He laughed, and embraced me tightly, "I'm happy for you, Dad."

I held him for a few moments, then clapped him on the back. "Alright, quit being a faggot."

"Remember when we fucked Destiny together?" He chuckled, then whispered, "Our tips touched."

"Goddamn it!" I roared, and pushed him away from me, "Fucking hell, man."

"And somehow, that was less gay to you than that hug." Trenok chuckled, then opened the tent flap, "Come on, Dad. Let's go kill some elves. That always cheers you up."

ELENA

"That's it..." I groaned, petting Sofia's hair. She hummed around my cock, rotating her lips about my base just like I taught her. Her tongue nestled wetly about my underside, and her throat closed around the crease of my head, the moist sphincter contracting wonderfully with her cute gags. "Cute" was the best way to describe her. She was on her knees, her teenage breasts pulled from the top of her juvenile dress, her youthful blushing face cast in an innocence that contrasted the grotesque piece of meat wrapped in her pristine lips. She was like a doll, and her eyes shown glassy and adoringly up at me, eager for my praise.

"Don't forget the pussy." I lectured through a moan. She nodded with my cock in her mouth, and slid her hands up my thighs. Her fingers came together at the apex of my legs, and she pushed two from each hand into me. She was awkward when touching me as a woman, the motions not coming to her naturally. Even though she confessed to having masturbated frequently, she did not know how to please another.

"Turn your wrists." I muttered, guiding her, "Curl your fingers, and press on the spot. No, not there. Not there. Not... oh... right there..." My head fell back in the chair with a surrendering groan, and Sofia's face lit up with pride. Her blowjob became more impassioned, her pale lips forming a slurping seal as they moved up and down my shaft, lathering the veiny length with her spit. She was worshipful with the way she touched me, every motion seeped in love and tenderness, never once seeking to put me beneath her power. Her fingers played inside me, orchestrating the first female orgasm she had yet to give me. But my male ascension was faster to come. With a cry, I thrusted against her face, and buried my cock all the way into her. She glugged around it, holding her lips down, milking me with their suction, her blue eyes staring adoringly up. I shuddered, and emptied my loins down her throat. She swallowed gluttonously, drinking the first portion of my offering, then slurping her way up my shaft, drawing the last of my semen up the straw of my cock until her lips popped free, and splashed her beautiful doll face with my rank sperm.

She moaned as though coming herself, closing her eyes and letting the droplets splatter across her hair, forehead, nose and mouth. Then she opened her eyes, grinning behind her perverse mask, and she dipped her face below my cock to put her mouth where her fingers had been.

"Oh, fuck!" I screamed, and felt Sofia's lips curl in a satisfied smile around my petals, her tongue snaking out to draw along my ceiling in a slow, plodding 'come-hither' motion. And come hither, I did. My thighs clamped around her head, and I wrenched in reaction to the sensation that surged through my pelvis, into my belly, and up my spine. I saturated her face with my squirt, and she drank it in. When she was finished, she dragged the underside of my cock up her face, smearing the mixture that had pooled there. She kissed my tip, and crawled up my body. Our mouths came together, my fingers sank into her succulent flank, and I penetrated her pussy as she shared my flavor with her tongue.

When we were done, we bathed together, washing each other, dirtying each other once more. It was only when we were back in our clothes that we could reliably keep our hands to ourselves.

"Elena," Sofia said, looking out the window as she put her earrings on, "Lord Huntiata's carriage is outside."

I smiled. "I knew he'd come back."

She looked inquisitively at me. "But we have the barons tonight. Shouldn't you rest?"

"There's no rest for the wicked." I grinned in my mirror, and applied a thick coat of red lipstick.

LEVERIA

I enjoyed conjugal visits with my husband much more ever since Elena had come into my life. He wasn't as good a lover as her by any stretch, but he was a man, and it was nice to lie with one. I daresay he enjoyed my visits quite a bit more as well, for Elena had taught me much, and I gave Eric all that I had learned.

"Sweet gods!" He panted beneath me, "I almost told you I loved you!"

I chuckled, and playfully gnawed on his nipple. His stiff cock throbbed pleasantly inside me, his masculine nectar slowly seeping from my abused pussy. I kissed my way up his chest, then up his neck, then slid upward to kiss his mouth while his cock slipped out of me, letting his spillage leak onto his crotch. Then I hopped off him with a giggle, gave his member a parting lick, and enjoyed his reaction with a wide-open smile, my tongue cleaning him.

"Did any suitors come by today?" I asked, donning my eveningwear.

"Xantian again, wondering about his dwarven contracts."

"Those dwarven contracts he already got from Ternias? The weasel is good at portraying himself, I'll give him that."

"I politely declined for the one-hundredth time."

"No need to be polite with rodents, Dearest. What about Yanas Feltian?"

"Word is that he officially abdicated to his son, Percian. He's on his way to Bentius."

"Send the boy an invite to the palace."

"Already done."

I grinned over my shoulder at him. "What would I do without you?"

"It probably wouldn't be much different for you."

"Don't sell yourself short." I said, looking back in the mirror as I applied my makeup. "Do we have any word of Feractian?"

"He's still trying to quell the rebellion with his lieges. His barons operate in his stead."

"Are any of them powerful enough to take his seat?"

"No."

"And none of them have accepted our invitation?"

"No."

"Huntiata? Any news from him?"

"I doubt we'll ever get to that old bastard. Ever since I married you, he hasn't said a word to me. I doubt he ever will."

"And your father was so close with him." I pouted my lips. "What about Lady Droughtius?"

"Isn't she already Elena's as well?"

"She is. Do you have any inkling what Elena could've possibly promised her?"

"I think she might just be a true believer in peace."

"I love how you see the good in people."

"I love not being patronized." He replied, a touch of irritation in his voice.

"Sorry, Babe." I smiled at him in the mirror, and he reluctantly smiled back. Yes, he was an oaf, but he was my oaf.

"Say," I said, "you used to be really into witches and wizards and all that."

"I had a childhood fascination."

"Zander Fredeon's staff, it's a skull with a crown, right?"

"Legend said it's Alkandi's skull, and he carries it with him to ward off the Dark Queen. That was before we found out he was a traitor. Why do you ask?"

"Just a random thought." I said, smiling victoriously to myself.

ADRIANNA

Leveria had told me to watch the harbor. The boat had a three-day arrival window, and I would have to make sure its cargo went unchecked. It was the time of year when the cold fall air met the warm summer water, and a thick fog encircled the bay, obstructing visibility less than a mile out. When I saw the boat with the red mast arrive, it was already at the harbor's mouth.

"Shit." I muttered. I pulled my hood tight over my face, looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching me, then I walked down the planks to it.

"That one passes through." I told the custom's man. The goblin turned to me with an objection on his lips, but once he saw who I was, he just smiled, and nodded. He waved a flag, and those at the mouth of the harbor waved one back, and let the little boat with the red mast sail through. I walked down the row of barges, whaling ships and fishing boats, and stopped before the dock.

The woman who came off the boat was a dawn-elf, her olive skin contrasting her dark red hair. The nomadic forest dwellers had been granted citizenship by Yavara, but they were very rare in the city of Alkandra, usually only coming to trade woodcraft for agriculture products. This woman was no forest dweller. Her face was scarred grotesquely, a jagged line deforming her nose, opening her lip to show the teeth, and cutting a wedge off her chin. She had a half-bow on her back, and a belt of knives across her waist.

"And I was worried you'd be conspicuous." I said.

She looked darkly at me. "I don't speak sarcasm."

"I wasn't being sarcastic. You'll fit right in here."

She curled her lip. It might've been a smile. "Pay." She said.

I dropped a bag of coins into her hand. She opened them, and meticulously counted each one while I stood there. When she was done, she closed the bag, and put it on her hip. "This boat stays here. This entire dock is mine. No one docks behind me, you understand?"

"Yes."

"And the key to the embassy servant's quarters?"

I reached into my pocket, and tossed it to her. "There are four protection sigils you need to know to get passed it. I wrote them down and tied the note to the key."

She read the note, then tore it to pieces and threw the pieces overboard. She looked up at me. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Dawn-elves don't use half-bows."

"Lowlanders use half-bows."

I stepped forward. She reached for her hip. She was fast. I was much, much faster. I snatched her hand, wheeled her around, and pinned it behind her back.

"What?!" She snarled, shock in her eyes.

"The target is a Lowlander." I said, "Why would our employer want it to look like a Lowlander did it?"

"Perhaps you should ask her yourself." She snarled, then bit into a capsule she had in her mouth, and spat. I jumped out of the way just in time. The mixture sizzled on the deck of the ship, eating through the wood. She wiped her mouth, her lips bloody and discolored, and she held her dagger between us. "I've been paid to do a job. I do it how I'm told. I don't ask any fucking questions. I don't give any fucking answers. That's why the price is so high. If you try anything like that again, I'll wait for you to sleep, Thomas Adarian."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "When will you do it?" I asked.

"Five days from now, as agreed upon before." She said sharply.

I nodded. I would contact Leveria tomorrow at the designated time, and figure out what the hell was going on. "There may be a change in your orders tomorrow."

"Slide your message into the window," She hissed, tapping the glass of a porthole, "You will not see me again in the flesh, or it will be the last thing you ever do." She hissed, and brushed past me. Within ten feet, she'd disappeared into the crowd. I stepped off the boat, and walked away. I knew it would not be the last time I saw her, and I cursed myself for showing her my speed. If it ever came to it, she would not let me get close.

ZANDER

"...they say the Night Wolf destroyed three villages in Feltianas." Catarina said, "Hundreds of dead, killed terribly, and only a virgin girl left to tell the tale. Did you know about it, sir?"

"Aye, terrible stuff." I sighed.

"Unspeakable sins." She said, shaking her head, "They say the orcs had their way with the women while their children were being eaten alive!"

"What part of 'unspeakable' do ya not understand, Catty?" Isaiah growled, sipping his coffee, "Do ya think the man wants to hear that?"

"Well, he's a soldier, after all. He knows the terrible things that go on, don't you?" Catarina prompted.

"I have seen the Dark Queen with my own eyes." I said, effecting a thousand-yard stare, "It was like looking at the devil's bride."

"That sounds terrifying." Catarina whispered.

"I heard she's a hot piece of ass." Isaiah grunted.

Catarina batted him over the head with a newspaper, and he went back to his coffee. She turned back to me. "So, you're a mage then?"

"I studied under Headmaster Glendian himself." I nodded, "Now I'm in Shordian's seventh battalion."

"And he sent you here?"

"Not himself, no," I pulled out a scroll, "but I have official orders."

She inspected the scroll carefully. "Where are you from, Zachary?" She asked me.

"Straltairanas."

Isaiah grunted, and Catarina shot him a stern look.

"What?" I asked.

"Isaiah has some choice words for your lady. Not the old one, but the new one; the one nobody's seen. There are rumors, you know. They say she didn't come back... completely herself."

"Lady Elena?"

"Coward! Traitor!" Isaiah spat.

"Isaiah!" Catarina exclaimed, giving me a mortified look.

"Careful, Isaiah." I said sternly, "Insulting a man's liege is like insulting his kin."

He turned a darker shade of red. "I know your lady means well, but there can be no peace! We're fighting demons here!"

"Aye, that we are." I muttered.

Catarina cleared her throat, and continued reading the scroll. "I don't understand," she said, "the requisition's man came here only a few days ago to take the army's grain supply. We don't even have enough for the village to last the winter."

"I'm not here to take anymore grain." I said, "I need to know the protection spells you've put on the silos so that I can change them. We had a security leak, and if the enemy's mages get access to our food supply... well, I'd rather not think about what would happen."

"Ain't nothing gonna happen!" Isaiah barked, "The war will be over any day now, and the boys will come home, and we'll harvest the rest before the first frost!"

"Of course," I said, "but we need to take precautions."

Isaiah grunted, and returned his attention to his paper. Catarina took my hand, and guided me out to the back. A massive silo stood beside the barn, the entire surface of it swimming with protection spells. Catarina stepped up to it, closed her eyes, and raised her hands overhead. Her fingers danced in the air, complex patterns that moved so quickly the naked eye could barely see them. I watched her go through each motion until she was done, and the protection spells were gone.

"Did you get them?" Catarina asked.

"Fourth rune, sixth rune, paralysis, laceration, tenth rune, twelfth rune, seizure, stroke, fifteenth rune, first rune, coma, cancer. Cancer is a dick move, Catarina."

She grinned impishly. "That's why it's the last one. If the first five curses didn't get you, then I'll get you with the sneaky one."

I laughed with her. "And this is the combination you used for every silo?"

"Every silo in Jonianas." She said with a proud tilt of her chin, "Lady Jonias herself contracted me. Now, what was it you wanted to change?"

"Nothing. It's perfect. Thank you, Catarina."

She dropped to the ground, blood rushing from her ears and nostrils, her eyes staring blankly at the sky. Somewhere in his house, Isaiah's brain burst, and he collapsed onto the table, the blood pooling on his newspaper, his afternoon coffee still steaming.

"Sorry." I grumbled to the corpse before me. "You really were a gracious host." I pulled out my note pad, and scribbled down the incantations. The sleeve of my robe illuminated from within, and I pulled out the mirror. The wavy stripe from Bentius, who I deduced was Elena, was conversing with the eagle's beak from Alkandra, who I now identified as Adrianna. According to my logs, Adrianna had three conversations with Leveria, but no more after that. Likely the queen of the Highlands had tried unsuccessfully to recruit her old head-ranger, but I would still question the governess when I returned. Now most of Leveria's communications were with a tulip, who I deduced was Prince Matthew. There was nothing wrong with an ambassador communicating with a foreign entity, it was his job, but it was something I would keep a close eye on.

ELENA

After another rough and degrading bout of lust with Huntiata, I began preparing myself for the night with the barons. Though the idea of taking six men at once excited me, I was nervous, and there was only one person I knew of to ask for advice.

"Ambassador." Yavara said tersely on her mirror.

"Your Highness." I said, examining the background, "Are you in Ardeni?"

"That's immaterial. What do you want?"

"To talk."

"Just... to talk?" She narrowed her orange eyes at me.

"Do I have to have ulterior motives? I'm not your sister."

She eased herself into a seat, and cautiously smiled. "Ok... Elena, what do you want to talk about?"

"Gangbangs."

"Gangbangs? Oh my god, I love gangbangs!" She yelled. Someone on her end made a shocked noise, and Yavara stuck her tongue out at that person, then turned back to me, "Are you getting a triple-dose of dick tonight?"