Queen Yavara Ch. 45

Part Thirteen: Falling into Place

Chapter Forty-Five

ADRIANNA

It had taken Furia and I a lot less time to get back to Alkandra. We didn't bother going through the mines since Arbor had already caught us, so it took just two days in our swift vampire forms before we saw the candle-lit skyline of Alkandra between the trees. We transformed back to our elven forms, donned our stately robes, and rubbed the wrinkles out of them. I peered out from the tree line, and looked both ways. The agrarian fields were empty, the last harvest already done. No one would see us scamper across, and once we got to the river, all we had to do was—Yavara dropped in front of me.

"Boo." She giggled, "Did you two enjoy your trip to the Highlands? How did Elena look?"

"G-g-g-good." Furia stammered beside me.

Yavara smirked at me, "Much more attractive in person than on the mirror, right, Adrianna? How much money did you give her?"

I let a long breath out through my nose, and mumbled, "A million."

"Ooo, and the going rate for an Alkandran whore is just ten a night." She pouted her lip sarcastically, and put a disingenuous hand on my shoulder, "Obviously you two aren't normal whores. Why, foreign dignitaries might pay thousands for a night with you! All-inclusive, of course. Nothing off-limits. No safe-words. Foreigners can have such strange appetites, and Alkandra has a reputation to uphold." She adjusted my robe, and smiled broadly, "If you have the right entrepreneurial spirit, it should only take you a year to pay me back the money I so generously loaned you. I know you won't disappoint me, Governess, nor you, Magistrate."

"Yes, Your Highness." We grumbled in unison.

"Is that the kind of attitude world-class whores have?" She demanded, and shoved her hands up our robes. Her fingers entered us, the index and middle penetrating our slits, the ring and pinky pushing into our asses, both hands stirring expertly, making us weak in the knees. "Come now, ladies," She growled in our ears, "let me hear some of that Alkandran enthusiasm."

"Yes, Yavara!" We cried out together, each of us leaning into her shoulder. She grinned delightedly, and took my kiss on her lips, long and passionate, before she did the same with Furia.

"I missed you two." She sighed, "This place has been so on edge the past few days." She licked my ear as I gyrated on her hand, saturating her palm with my dripping nectar, "This city needs you, Adrianna. I need you. It's been falling apart since you left, and you're the only one who can keep it together."

"I left Eva and Soraya in charge." I gasped, undulating against her.

"Something happened. It's shaken them."

"Oh no, what now?!" Furia half-moaned, half-cried.

"No one died, but... well, let me finish you two off, then we'll talk."

ELENA

I breathed a long sigh of relief when our carriage rolled through the gates of Bentius. We had encountered warg riders in the night, undoubtedly a platoon of Gorlok's terrorists, and they'd shadowed us all the way there. Had I not stood prominently at the front of the caravan, I was certain we would've been ambushed. Our terrifying escort drew me some strange looks from the watchmen, but they no longer treated me with contempt. When my mere presence staved-off a pack of half-ton wolves, they treated me with a bit more respect.

I went into the back of the carriage and kissed Huntiata goodbye, then made my way into my manor. My guards nodded to me, and I nodded tiredly back, and stumbled into my bedroom to flop on the bed.

"Come to rescue me?" Sofia giggled. She was handcuffed to the railings of the headboard, dressed in garters and fishnet stockings. She was on her knees, her arms outstretched before her, her fat little ass wiggling excitedly in the air. I suddenly wasn't very tired.

"How long were you like this?" I grinned at her.

"They sounded the approach bell thirty minutes ago. I had to sprint to get here before you." Then she cleared her throat, and effected a higher voice, "The bad men handcuffed me to the bed, Elena! They were going to have their way with me, but then you came, and they scurried out the window." She wiggled her ass, and arched her back, "Thank god you're here to free me."

I walked toward her, my heels clicking on the boards. She watched me with an expectant smile, her blue irises tracking me to the corners of her eyes. I climbed onto the bed, and knelt behind her.

"Elena, the keys are in the box." She giggled, motioning to my box of toys on the mantle.

"I'm not going to get the keys, Sofia." I said, and grabbed her ass.

"What?!" She cried in faux alarm, "Elena, what are you doing?!"

"Those men were my men, you little fool." I chuckled sardonically, kneading my fingers into the succulent fat, "They left you hear for me to play with. All. Night. Long."

"No!" Sofia cried.

"Yessss." I hissed, and spread her thick alabaster cheeks. My eyes fell upon the ruby plug in her ass, and my heart skipped a beat. "Oh, Sofia." I muttered, "It's beautiful."

"I practiced putting it in just like you showed me." She smiled around her shoulder, "It felt weird at first, like I was pooping in reverse, but then I got used to it." Her smile turned wicked, "Then I started to like it. I want you to fuck me like I'm the Dark Queen."

"Like you're the Dark Queen," I echoed, feeling once again like a total piece of shit. But my guilt was easily overpowered by my arousal, and so I compartmentalized it, and focused instead on the sparkling ruby that bejeweled Sofia's perfect, virgin, eighteen-year-old pink star.

"Safe word?" I whispered.

"I trust you." She smiled back.

I pulled my sword off my hip, undid my belt, and threw my dress off. My erection was throbbing nearly to the point of pain, and my heart was beating low in my chest. Huntiata had used my female parts brilliantly, but my masculine side had been left sorely unattended for nearly a week, and it was raging now. I wrapped the tips of my fingers around the plug, and pulled gently. She whimpered, resting her head in her hands, looking back at me. I pulled until I could see the metal bulge slowly being birthed from her clinging pink rim, the hole so tight that her pelvic floor distended. She mewled, her brow furrowing, her smile fading. I pulled harder, and it popped free. She let out a yelp, then donned an expression of pure need as her tight virgin anus coalesced before me. I spread it gently with my thumbs at the side, and planted my face between her cheeks.

"Oh wow!" Sofia gasped. I winked at her as I pushed my tongue inside, enjoying the sensation of her hot sheath coiling around me with her uncertain clenches. I probed her tight center, and circled her rim in lathering caresses, awakening the nerves there.

"Oh god!" She moaned, and I smiled around her ass, and brought my lips to it. I formed an oval with my mouth, and sensually drew suction, swelling her anal ring as my tongue swirled it, making it ever receptive to my violation until it was winking, and her insides were relaxed. Then, I burrowed wetly into her until I could no more, and began penetrating her over, and over, and over.

"Elena, please!" She cried, though what she begged for, even she didn't know. I tortured her delicious ass, rotating my lips, tasting her tight filth, sheening her ruby insides until they fluttered with sensation, open and ready for me. I pulled my mouth away, and moved atop her.

"Kiss me." I whispered in her ear.

"What?!"

"Yavara wouldn't be able to resist. I thought you want me to fuck you like the Dark Queen." I licked her cheek, and grinned, "Taste your asshole on my tongue, you Highland slut." Before she could say another word, I squished her mouth open with a squeezing hand, and plunged my tongue into her. She resisted for a second, but she couldn't resist for long. I inundated her mouth with my flavor, sliding my tongue against hers, and she reacted curiously, testing the taste, then melting into the wanton carnality of it, and kissing me in full. By the time I parted her lips, her eyes were closed in bliss, and her mouth stayed open, hopeful that I would kiss it again.

"I'm going to fuck you're little asshole." I whispered into her pointed ear, "You're a scared prim Highland girl now, but after I'm done with you, you'll be nothing but my filthy anal whore, crawling on all fours and wiggling that slutty ass for me."

She shuddered from head to toe. I placed my hand against her pussy, and it was wet with just a graze. "Oh, you like the idea, don't you?"

"No!" She cried through a moan of pure 'yes.'

"Once I take over the noble court, I'm going to use you as my closing girl." I chuckled, positioning myself behind her, "I'm going to tape your pussy shut, and let every nobleman who makes a deal with me use this filthy little hole."

"Please!"

"And you'll beg for it just like that, Sofia. I'm going to ruin you tonight, and you're going to thank me for it."

"Yessss." She hissed under her breath.

I pressed my tip against her pink aperture, and slowly pushed forward. She whimpered as her pelvic floor bowed inward, the taut alabaster flesh shadowing with the depression of her rim. It pulsed with her heart, slowly widening, resisting me with more and more tension. She whined, then gasped. I broke through. Her anal ring popped around me, clenching around my throbbing shaft, sucking me. I moaned, sliding myself gradually inside her, gauging how much she could take by the pitch of her little cries. Her smooth back twitched with the contractions of her insides, her shoulders pinched, and her spine hunched. I massaged her succulent cheeks, soothing her as best I could as the last inch of me disappeared into pristine virgin asshole.

"Oh, wow." She muttered, acclimating slowly to the depth and girth of me. I moved subtly, stirring her tense insides with gradual rotations, groaning in pleasure. Oh, she was tight! Her warm sheath embraced me, pulsating and fluttering with every minute spasm and twitch. Eventually, the pained contractions within her eased, and the hunch of her spine flattened. Her shoulders relaxed, and her lower back gently dipped, creating an arch that tilted her pelvis and angled her ass upward. She glanced back at me, her blue eyes cast in slutty need, her perfect cute face, that face of dignity and innocence, now corrupted with such a heinous desire.

"It feels really weird." She whispered.

"But you like it." I grinned, stroking her back.

"Your cock is so hot inside me!" She moaned, wiggling around her penetration, "Oh Good Mother, I'm not supposed to like it this much!"

"There's no going back now, Sofia." I giggled, and began to pull out, "I want you preparing this hole for me every day. I want you thinking about how good my cock feels stuffed up your little shithole when you're all alone." I collected her fine blonde hair in my fist, and tugged it. "From now on, every time you touch yourself, you won't be able to resist sneaking a finger back here." I stared at her enraptured inverted gaze as I slowly pushed my cock back in, "You're a filthy fucking slut forever now. Moan for me, my little Highland toy."

And she did, her eyes so expressive as I pushed all the way in, bottoming-out her vaginal floor from the wrong side, hollowing her vulnerable sheath. I pulled out, and pushed in again, harder this time, and my crotch slapped against her taut flank, the alabaster flesh rippling.

"Your right!" She cried, her lips pouting, "I'm your anal slut! Fuck me!"

I growled, and began thrusting in earnest, opening her pink button, plunging deep into her hot filth, pressing the fat of her ass into succulent wrinkles. I pulled her hair harder, exaggerating the bow of her back, forming creases along the hollow of her spine.

"Fuck me! Fuck my little fucking shithole!" She cried with that innocent voice, her face like a doll, her body smooth with youth, her ass filled like a depraved whore, sucking on my cock, pulling out like a fleshy tent on my pole every time I withdrew. I fucked her with a fervency, becoming rougher with every thrust, slapping her ass and squeezing it with relish. She cried out with punctuated breath, her blue eyes staring back, wide and wonderous, her pink lips gaping. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, kissing her upside down, dominating, controlling, owning her and making her submit so sweetly. Oh, she did, mewling with receptive lips, begging me with sobbing breaths to violate her, to do such horrible things to her. I breathed hard into her mouth, my breasts flat against her back, my cock finding new depths within her tightest channel, the forbidden pleasure radiating through her rectum, churning in her bowels. Her arms strained in their straightened position, her hands white with pressure above the cuffs. She sounded exerted tones of sexual suffering, staring wondrously up at me.

"Can I come?" She squeaked, asking for my permission.

"No." I grinned.

She whined, her body writhing beneath mine. She began backing into me, losing control of herself, fucking her own ass with my cock. I assisted in her self-violation, guiding her with my hand, meeting her in the middle so that the impact hit her deep. She undulated beneath me, her back a wave against my belly and breasts, the little pockets of fat that adorned her jiggling with every motion. She wiggled until her complexion was rosy, her platinum hair plastered to her glistening face, her eyes hazed with pleasure, guttural tones coming from her mouth. She was like a beast now, the innocence all faded, only the slut, only the whore who would fuck her own asshole to the point of insanity.

"Please, Elena." She rasped, her voice possessed, "Let me come."

I pulled on her hair until I knew it hurt her, and felt her clench around me in gratitude, her shitting muscles encasing me in the fleshy cuff of their embrace. "Yes." I whispered, and thrusted with her, pounding, pounding, pounding until the boiling in my loins passed the point of no return. She was panting heavily, her eyes unfocused and watery, a string of drool falling from her mouth. With a final moan of pure ecstasy, we came together, exploding mutually. Her pussy showered the bed, and I burst into her rectum, shooting my love deep into her colon. I plunged into her four more times, then collapsed, spent from my lust, and spent from my journey.

She breathed heavily for a minute, then turned her head until we were cheek-to-cheek. "What would the Dark Queen do now?" She whispered.

"Don't worry about it."

"Tell me."

"She'd want me to let her clean it off."

Sofia went silent for a moment, then whispered, "I want to do that too."

"No you don't."

"I promise I do."

I slowly pulled out of her, my cum spilling down her taint, pooling along her slit. I moved to her mouth, my stinking organ right next to her face. She smelled it. She smelled it again, inhaling deeply, closing her eyes to learn the scent. She opened them, their blue hue cast in a sensual luster, and she lowered her mouth to me, and took me in. Slowly, she sucked me to the base, her tongue lathering every inch. She gagged as I knew she would, but the arousal never left her eyes. She loved it. She swallowed with me still inside her mouth, then withdrew to reveal the cleaned length of me. I eased my face to hers, in awe of her, and I shared in her kiss, and tasted my ass and cum on her tongue.

"You're amazing." I said when we parted.

"No, Elena. You are." She whispered, and I thought I saw love in her eyes.

I cupped her cheek, dotingly running my thumb over it. I couldn't deceive this woman any more. "Sofia, there's something I need to tell you."

She saw the worry on my face, and her expression soured. "Whatever it is, I'd rather you tell me when I'm not in handcuffs."

I nodded, and went to my box of toys. "I had a talk with Yavara about you." I said, digging through dildos and plugs until I found the key, "There was... a bit of a hang up." I took a deep breath, dreading the expression that was undoubtedly already on her face. "I couldn't convince her to change you." I said, turning around. She wasn't there. The handcuffs were still on the bed, opened. There was a gurgling sound coming from the other side of the bed. One of my knives was missing from the belt.

"Oh god, no!" I cried, rushing to her, "Sofia, why did you—"

Percian Feltian was straddled atop Sofia Droughtius, stabbing her repeatedly in the throat. I tackled him, wrenched the knife free, raised it overhead, and he snatched my arm and held me high. He was stronger than he looked. Much stronger.

"Help!" I screamed, and he plastered his hand over my mouth. I bit down hard, and tasted iron as my teeth cut through flesh and muscle. He growled, squeezed my face, and twisted my neck. I tried to wrench it back, but he held it there, forcing me to look at Sofia. Blood bubbled from her lips, poured from her nostrils, ran from the holes in her throat. She stared at me with bulging eyes, the horror raging in them. She held a crossbow in her hand, the point of its bolt dripping with poison. She tried to say something to me, but all that came from her lips was a steady flow of dark blood. Her eyes rolled back, and she went limp.

"She had it under the pillow." Percian said. His voice sounded different. The Highland accent was gone, and it was deeper, full of rich baritone. I recognized that voice. His grip on my face released, and I turned to see Verto the incubus staring up at me.

LEVERIA

It would be a bloody night. I knew it the moment I saw the caravan ride through the gate from my high tower. If I convened court in the morning, I would be doomed. If I tried to cancel it, Ternias would convene court in absentia anyway. I only had one choice then. I finished my mirror-conversation with General Krakis, and he nodded solemnly when I said my salutations. Then I turned to Sir Raftas.

"The men are assembled?"

"All one hundred are accounted for." He answered.

"I am issuing an arrest warrant for Lord Sherman Huntiata for the charges of smuggling and racketeering. You are to recruit the city watch to aid you in his arrest. If they refuse, they are traitors, and you have free reign to do violence upon them."

He took the formal scroll, his face set. "Yes, Your Highness."

"Huntiata must be brought to me alive and unharmed, Sir Raftas." I pulled out another scroll, "This is an arrest warrant for Lady Elena Straltaira for the charges of smuggling and abetting the enemy. She must also be brought to me alive as well, but she is of much lower priority. Huntiata is your primary objective."

He took that scroll. "And Lord Ternias, my lady?"

"What did I tell you about asking questions, Sir Raftas?" I snapped, "You bash in doors and arrest people. You don't fucking ask questions!"

He bowed his head. "I must ask one more, my lady. Forgive me."

"What?!"

"Who will guard you?"

I grabbed him by the chin. "If you can't get me Lord Huntiata, we're all going to die, do you understand?"

He nodded.

"Good. And if King Shordian tries to give you an order," I handed him another scroll, "here's an arrest order for King Eric Shordian for the charges of high treason."

Sir Raftas's eyes went wide, but he did not ask any questions. He took the third scroll, saluted smartly, and left. When the door slammed behind him, I chewed on my fingernails, and looked out from the tower to see how things would unfold.

ADRIANNA

Prince Matthew Dreus was in chains. The cell was a posh bedroom at the top of the tower, ornamented with all the niceties and warm with a roaring fire, but it was a cell all the same, and no amount of silk sheets would comfort a condemned man. I could tell Yavara was examining my mind with keen interest, and so I fed her a thousand different surface thoughts as I put the pieces together. I had always known Leveria was the most dangerous woman on Tenvalia. I had seen her cruelty, intelligence, and daring, but I had never truly grasped it until then. If she were there, I would've given her a standing ovation before I drove a sword through her guts.