Queen Yavara Ch. 40

"You've all been to court; you know my position on the war." I said, "I am, and always have been for peace. The coalition I'm forming with Lady Droughtius is one with the singular goal of convincing either Queen Tiadoa or Lord Ternias to sue for peace, and prevent this disaster from becoming any worse. You lords of Feractianas have felt keenly the unseen effects of war. A population pressed to the limit can become a greater enemy than the one on the frontline, and now your province is in uprising."

"And you offer a solution?" Simian asked. Muscular and chiseled he was, and calm in his demeanor. An athlete, obviously, and undoubtedly the star of his team. By the easy set of his eyes, he seemed a man who hadn't needed his titles and wealth to open a woman's legs.

"The solution is quite simple," Yenciata growled, "we capture that Esmerelda bitch, draw and quarter her before the populace, and send a piece to the four townships of Feractianas!" Here was a man molded in snobbish aristocracy, one who cared more about his competition losing than his own victories. I had a good idea of what his tastes would be.

"Yes, quite simple." Ralian rolled his eyes, "Why haven't we done it already. Oh, because she has a thousand killers, and we have manservants and bodyguards."

"Her 'killers' are but women and geriatrics." Yenciata scoffed.

"They are very angry women and geriatrics, my lord." I said gently to him, "And they will soon be very hungry. It will not be long before Esmerelda decides that your manors and estates are prizes worth taking. If you want to kill a rebellion, it must be done with overwhelming and brutal force. Lord Huntiata is an associate of mine. As of now, he holds the largest domestic force in the Highlands."

"The watch is on strike." Glecian said. He seemed a man a few words, but there was an easiness to him that bespoke a quiet confidence.

"Until they are paid, and I have made arrangements."

Karlan leaned forward. "You're saying that Huntiata would be willing to lend men of the watch to help with this rebellion?" Lord Karlan had kind eyes and a gentle face, and looked upon me with a puppy-like longing. I could not help but smile at him.

"I'm saying that he might. Queen Tiadoa certainly won't lend her royal guard to assist you, and Ternias keeps his only domestic garrison stationed at Castle Thorum. All other troops are on our border, being needlessly slaughtered for our country's vanity."

Sofia cleared her throat. "Huntiata would obviously want concessions from Lord Feractian. Your lord has a joint holding of an old copper mine with Lord Xantian. It is abandoned, and the prospects are bleak since vampires have moved in across the river. It is of little worth to you, but of interest to him."

Yenciata lit a cigarette. "And what of Lord Xantian? The mine is on his property. Our joint holding is more of a lease than a partnership."

"We just need a legal in-route." I smiled, "What will Xantian do when a score of armed men sequesters the mine with a signed document claiming Huntiata's ownership? The sniveling shit will whine in court, and not a single person will give a damn."

That drew a few laughs, and the barons' postures began to ease in their seats. The wine they were drinking was particularly strong, and within it, was just a touch of succubus extract. Not enough to addle the mind, but enough to lower inhibitions and negate any effects the alcohol might have on their libido. Well, it would do more than just remedy incontinence. Even now, I could see a few of them strategically crossing their legs.

I swirled my wine, and shifted lasciviously in my chair, drawing my eyes slowly across the men to make sure I had their undivided attention. I imagined that when I spoke, they weren't so much focused on the words I said, but the shape my lush lips made, and the sweet tenor of my voice as it dripped from my throat and tongue. "The partnership I have with Huntiata will make him very rich, and indeed, it will make you all very rich as well. Alkandra is a virgin whore waiting to be fucked, and I'm the only person in the Highlands who can get you inside of her. I'm not talking about the paltry thousands Ternias will offer you from the Lowlands. I'm talking about millions. In a country whose coffers are empty, what do you think millions will buy you?"

Their eyes sparkled at the thought as they stared at me, a monument of opulence and debauchery, gold decorating my very flesh. I stood up slowly, letting the dress drape between my legs, my wide hips sneaking from the slits in its side, my thick bronze thighs coming after. I walked on high heels to the center of the parlor, and assessed each man with an imperious gaze.

"Yes, you'll be titans here in the Highlands, but what worth will your wealth be? Have you ever seen a jewel like me before?" I looked down at Karlan.

"No, my lady." He said hoarsely, his erection practically bursting through his pants.

"I am priceless." I hissed, "Unobtainable for even a mountain of gold." I looked down at Glecian, and slowly pathed my eyes to his crotch. "There is only one thing I want in this world. Do you think you have it, Lord Glecian?"

"Yes." He said, his eyes possessed of me.

I smirked at him. "I'm not so sure." My eyes wandered to Ralian. "What can a high-elf man offer a creature such as I?"

"Everything." He said, staring worshipfully at me.

"Everything?" I chuckled, turning my gaze on Julian, "I've had orcs, succubi, vampires, warlocks and the Dark Queen herself. Your 'everything' amounts to very little."

"Won't need much for a slut like you." He growled.

I grinned at him, ran my hand through his blonde hair, balled my fist, and yanked it back. His eyes shown with unsureness, and I sneered at it. "All bark and no bite. You'll grovel at my feet!" I snarled, then smiled gently, and caressed his jaw. He melted in my touch, and I winked at him.

I turned to Simian, who looked upon me coolly. "What about you, my lord? Do you think you have what it takes to please an Alkandran?"

"I do." He said simply, and I didn't doubt it, for he said it with such ease.

"And you, Yenciata?" I asked with a raised brow.

Yenciata sat with his hands in his lap. He looked me up and down, then unbuckled his belt, and pulled it from its loops. Watching me intently, he wound the leather strap around his fist, then snapped the slack with a crack. "I know what you want from me." He said softly.

"Indeed, you do." I smirked, then looked at the rest, "All of you know what I want. It's what you want. It's who you are. Grovel like the worms you are, and worship me like the golden goddess I am. Grin like the devils you are, and ravage me like the filthy whore I am." I undid one clasp of my dress, and let the silk gold cascade down my curves to reveal my mesh-chain bra, my nipple taut around the piercing. "Worship me," I whispered, "ravage me. Come, gentlemen. I am yours until daybreak, and the night is still young."

For a moment, they were still. They stared at me, each man unsure of himself, unsure of his place with me, unsure of his place with the others. I wondered if I'd erred critically somewhere along the way, but then Ralian broke the moment. He took a sip of his wine, place the goblet on the coaster, then descended to his knees, and crawled toward me. Like an indulgent goddess, I extended one leg to him, and he took my foot worshipfully in his hand. He undid the clasp of my shoe, then withdrew it to reveal my naked toes. He kissed them each with quaint pecks, then continued his kisses up my foot, past my ankle, and along my shin. There were gentle hands upon my shoulders, and I looked over to see Karlan carefully taking off my dress. He slid his hand beneath the padded shoulder that still remained, and pushed it from its perch. My dress cascaded down my body, revealing in full the mesh-chain gold bra, my sculpted bronze abdomen dusted sparsely with golden glitter, and my mesh-chain panties.

There was another moment of stillness. All the men in the room stopped and stared at the organ between my legs. I felt a rush, and my heart accelerated in my chest. It was not fear that gripped me, nor embarrassment, nor even anxiety. In place of those things that would've seized a weaker creature than I, was a thrill. My bow-tied and glittered cock became hard, rising beneath the drape of gold links until it was pointed straight forward.

"Well, Ralian?" I whispered to the man who had just been kissing his way up my thighs, "Will you not worship me?" I snaked my fingers through his blond hair, and smiled warmly at him. "Can't you see how you please me?"

"Yes, my lady." He whispered hoarsely. Watching my throbbing member, he continued to kiss his way up my thighs, moving into the sensitive swaths between them. My pussy was flushed and leaking by the time he got to it, and he pathed my labia with his butterfly caresses. I moaned splendidly when his tongue entered me, his nose upending my cock so that it lay across his face. He gauged me from between my legs, his tongue moving within me, learning my secrets by the expressions on my face, and the drawn-out rumble of my moans.

Karlan moved once more, broken from his trance. He planted a kiss on my collar, and ran his hands smoothly down my sides. His fingers traced the contours of my abdomen, then converged on the lines of my pelvis. They stopped just before my cock, unsure and cautious.

"Does it frighten you so?" I chuckled, snaking my other hand in his hair, bringing his face into the vulnerable bow of my neck.

He planted a tingling kiss there, and inhaled my scent. "No," he whispered, "but I don't know how to touch a woman like you, my lady."

"You've touched yourself thousands of times in your life, Lord Karlan." I giggled, and playfully gnawed on the point of his ear, "You've been practicing just for this moment."

He laughed with me, and eased his left hand around my hip to gently grasp my cock. I gasped slightly, giving him a touch of feminine reactiveness to ease him into the act. He elevated the organ from Ralian's face, revealing the man eating my pussy.

"That's it." I whispered encouragingly to both of them, then looked at Karlan over my shoulder, "Well, are you just going to hold it?"

"No, my lady." He said, and slid the bow off my shaft with one stroke. I held his downstroke back with a staying finger, then tilted my head forward to let a sting of saliva extend from my lips, and pool upon my shaft. When the string broke, I collected the tendril connected to my lips with my finger, and brought that finger to Karlan's mouth. He wrapped his youthful lush lips about my knuckle, and drew sensually from it. The glistening salivary strand bridged his mouth when I withdrew my finger, and I shorted the bridge with a craning neck until our lips were connected.

As Ralian kissed my lower mouth, Karlan kissed my upper. He was a romantic in every sense of the word, seeping his passionate consumption of me with his desires for intimacy, holding me in the frame of his body as he stroked my shaft with a gentle, but firm grip. In all my life, I had not known what it felt like to be with a man like that. The prototypical boyfriend experience; as a gay woman, I had never wanted it, and as a hermaphroditic freak, I thought it to be wholly mundane, but I was surprised that I enjoy it. I nestled myself in his arms, savoring the protective shell he created, moaning in congruence with the motions of his hand as it slid up and down my shaft. Precum bubbled from my tip, drawn out by the loving pressure of his grip, and he was not afraid to use it to further grease his pleasure of me.

I balled my hands in Ralian's hair, and eased atop his face, making a stool of it so that I could arch by back against Karlan, and feel his cock through his pants. I gave him an appraising smile over my shoulder. "Let me feel it." I whispered.

He undid the lacing of his trousers, and they fell to his ankles. His cock sprung between my cheeks, and nestled into my crack. I savored the way it pulsed against my anus, the aperture winking with readiness to be filled, but I stayed my gluttonous desire, and instead turned my eyes upon Lord Julian. It was time to get him into the mix.

The lord was kneeling on the carpet, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his hairless chest, his pants gone, exposing his slender and frail legs, and even more pathetic cock. It wasn't that small a penis, it was a half-inch longer than mine, but he did not carry it with pride. He thought it underserving, and indeed, he thought himself underserving. Maybe it was a complex of his character, I did not know, but I did know that it was his sexual identity. He wore his belt around his neck like a leash, and he waited for me like a dog. I loved him a little for it.

"Come, boy." I snapped at him. He crawled to me, and I wound the leash around my hand, and pulled it tight. He lurched against my hip, nearly knocking into Ralian, who was so ensconced in my pussy that he noticed naught else.

"Yes, Mistress?" Julian blubbered.

"Hmm, not Mistress, boy; 'Your Holiness' will do for you." I wrapped the leash until I was practically strangling him, and saw the desire burn hot in his eyes, "Say it, boy."

"Yes, Your Holiness." He croaked.

I smirked at him, my lips parted to expire pleasured breaths as my nethers and loins were placated. "You will not touch my pussy." I whispered coldly to him, "You will not touch my cock. The only part of me that you are fit to please, is my filthy asshole. And you will please it, boy, or I will discipline you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Holiness!" He growled, his face darkening with pressure.

"Good boy." I sneered, and guided him behind me. He crawled between Karlan's legs, and nuzzled his snout between my cheeks. Not using his hands at all, he sniffed and snorted his way through my crack, licking and lapping like the mutt he was until my cheeks had consumed his face entirely, and his tongue found my anus. I sighed contentedly, shifting my weight back to open my sinful aperture, making a seat of Julian's face, and giving Ralian's neck a reprieve. Both their tongues moved inside me, both worshipful and doting, pleasing every part they could reach. I shifted my weight back and forth, groaning indulgently, resting my back in the protective embrace of Karlan, feeling every-bit the golden goddess they saw me as. Their tongues slithered together against my membranous division, and they massaged it in circles, turning my nethers into a quaking vacancy, my walls saturating with desire, the emptiness singing through me.

I moaned splendidly, arching my back against Karlan, the cock in his hand becoming harder, the drip of precum becoming more frequent. My motions were languorous and seeped in luxuriance, every motion an indulgence; every curl of my finger, ever bosom-heaving sigh, every stretch of my abdomen and legs dripping with a selfishness I rarely exhibited in sex, but now was celebrated for it. I had to do nothing. I was only there to be pleased. Karlan's other hand came up to squeeze my right breast, Ralian's hands came around to grip my ass and open it around Julian's face, and Julian's hands stayed firmly in his lap where they belonged, for he was not allowed to touch me. Those who could touch me, kneaded my supple flesh lovingly, each point of pressure sending tenors of pleasure up my spine. I undulated softly upon my throne of men, oscillating my hips upon their faces, lifting my feet off the floor and trusting in their oral perches to keep me aloft. With nothing but their mouths to carry my weight, the ecstasy of their lips and tongues was accentuated.

I laughed through expirations full of heavy breath, and I closed my eyes, bringing Karlan's mouth to my throat, beckoning him to suck upon the vulnerable column. He did, sensually drawing his lips in a path down my collar, making me tilt my head up to the ceiling in pleasure. Ah, the pleasure. Never had the word been expressed with such surfeit, for I was fed it to the point of swelling, and had to give none in return. My pleasure was their pleasure, and the more I moaned and groaned, the more I sighed and gasped, the more they worked to bring me to the precipice.

The tingles in my pussy became a churning of delight, the titillation of my anus became a tremor in my rectum, the gradual pulse of my cock became a spasming of my loins. The pleasures comingled within me, ballooning gradually with the gentles motions of my lovers, building and building until I was breathless with it, unconsciously heaving to and froe upon my seat of male mouths, consuming their worshipful tongues with my gluttonous holes. I cried out, my head falling back upon Karlan's shoulder, my neck craning above my jutted chest as my bosom ballooned with my expanding breaths of exaltation.

"Yes!" I cried, "Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"

And they obeyed, keeping their pace within me and upon me, wriggling their tongues, stroking their hands, moving in tandem with the silent commands of my body until every wish was fulfilled, and I was bursting. My cock spurted thick jets into Karlan's hand, my pussy fountained into Ralian's mouth, and my ass clenched in spasmatic contractions around Julian's tongue, sucking him hard against my pulsating prostate. I danced with gyrating hips and a flexing belly, expelling the ecstasy through my navel, sounding out every sensation with peeled-open lips, and a satisfied grin. They held me aloft like the goddess I was, finally at home in the paradise I belonged in. Then the sensations dwindled, and my selfless lovers receded from me, gently putting me down, and backing away.

They had left me to the wolves. Simian watched me with hunger in his eyes, Glecian had a cruel glint to his blue gaze, Yenciata's stare was cold and merciless, and a chill crawled up my spine when I connected my eyes with it. I felt the change come over me without having to effect it. The curve of my lips—which had been upturned in luxuriant ecstasy—was now gone, replaced with lips parted in concern. The lazy cast of my eyes was gone, now replaced with flitting, frightful glances. The languorous position of my body moved into a kneeling display of hunched shoulders, my head slowly bowing demurely. I was shivering, but the room was warm with fire and flesh. My heart raced, my hands became clammy, and my belly filled with fear, but my cock was rigid with excitement, and my pussy was wet and pulsing with the thrill of what was to come.

Yenciata stepped forward, and snapped his belt. I cringed in fright. He circled me, and the others followed suit, assessing my subservient posture, studying my nervous hands, drinking-in my beautiful curves, now cast in submission.

"Alkandran whore." Yenciata hissed, low and sultry was his voice, "An abomination. A spawn of the devil herself. Gentlemen, they teach us in church to always be kind to your fellow man, even to your enemies, but this thing is not made from god. We can do whatever we want to it." He draped the belt over my shoulder, and I whimpered. Leaning in, I could smell his wine-saturated breath when he said, "And you'll beg for it, won't you?"

"Yes." I confessed with a shaking breath.

Yenciata chuckled, then looked up at the gentle trio who had finished pleasuring me. "This is your goddess?" He sneered, and wrapped his hand around my jaw, forcing it open. He hocked and spit into my mouth, and my tongue came out to catch it. He laughed again, squeezing my cheeks to the point of pain. "Goddess..." He growled, "no, no, no. I've heard rumors of the hybrid rulers of Alkandra. I've heard they open their legs in negotiation before they even open their mouths, and now I see it for myself. Diplomat? Politician? Noble?" He forced his thumb into my mouth, and my lips instinctively wrapped around it, "No," he whispered, "not you, Lady Straltaira. You were never looking for peace in the court. You just needed an excuse to get fucked."