Queen Yavara Ch. 49

She laughed humorlessly. "I'm old enough to know people much better than you do. You think you're special, but you're still too young to realize you're not unique despite all your... novelty." Her eyes fell upon my cock once more. "Does this conversation excite you?"

"It won't go down unless I come. It's a blessing and a curse."

She gave me a dirty look. "How many girls have fallen for that one?"

"It's true." I insisted.

"Can you use your hand?"

I lifted my arm, and my hand flopped uselessly from my wrist. I tried to will the fingers into motion, but they were numb and sapped of strength. I looked at Catherine Jonias with a pitiful expression. She looked from my face, to my crotch, then back to my face again. She laughed, then levitated me off the table, and tossed me unceremoniously into the bed.

"Goodnight, Your Highness." she called as she walked out of the room, and slammed the door shut behind her. My wagging cocked waved its salutation back, the head throbbing and purple. It would not be a good night. As the silence filled my ears with dwindling boom of the slammed door, my thoughts filled with Yavara and Leveria.

"Please, Yavara," I whispered to the night, "be better than your sister."

ADRIANNA

Esmerelda's army was loosely organized. There were no official officers, nor rankings of any kind. Hierarchy was formed based on the skillset of the individual, and how important that skillset was for a particular mission. In a raid, a bruising stonemason might become a captain, but in a scouting mission, a stealthy huntswoman would be in charge. It worked well for a group of untrained militias operating in squads, but it was a terrible structure (or lack thereof) for any army. Esmerelda couldn't be both an agent of liberty and a disciplinarian. Her all-volunteer force relied on a perception of individual autonomy, and so she cultivated loyalty through her own actions and bravery. Her troops loved her, it was obvious, and I didn't doubt many would die for her, but she had erred when the theme of her rebellion had been vengeance, and not hope. Wrath was a bright and fast-dying flame, but hope burned softly and persistently.

A fire crackled in the hearth of the village hall, and I sat before it on the furs. It was deep into the night, and almost all had retired to sleep, but a select few had stayed up with me. I had worked the women to the point of exhaustion all day, training them in the areas they were deficient, organizing them into a semblance of command so that the outfit could at least move as one. As a ranger commander, I had always instructed with a gentle hand, using positive reinforcement and constructive discipline to carefully mold my soldiers. There was no time for that now, and I no longer had the patience. I had been brutal. If someone stepped out of line, I humiliated them. If someone confronted me, I beat them into submission. If someone broke down, I harried them mercilessly until they were spurred back into action. Some hated me, some admired me, and some were terrified of me, but all of them respected me by nightfall. I doubted it would make a bit of difference. One afternoon of bootcamp hardly made a soldier, but it was the best I could do. Now, with their bodies bruised and battered, and their minds numb with fatigue, it was time to plant my seed of hope.

"In Alkandra," I said into the fire, "the nobility and the homeless walk together in the streets. There are no districts, nor classes, nor castes. I was the governess there, but I was no better than a common street-whore."

"How is that possible?" Sienna asked. She was a woman much like Esmerelda; brave, charismatic and idealistic. There were many such women in the camp, and their aura made them natural leaders. These leaders emerged from groups under times of stress, so as I ran the army through my rigorous drills, I'd searched the rows of women for those who others looked to. When I found them, I promoted them, and in securing their loyalty, I secured those who followed.

I smiled at Sienna. "What do you mean? That is how mankind is supposed to live; it's people like King Ternias and Queen Tiadoa who corrupted it all."

"What about laws? How do you keep everyone from... you know, killing each other?" Gianna asked. She was another captain. I had appointed five in total, each leading a hundred women. They surrounded me now—Gianna, Sienna, Alecia, Anna and Pricilla—hinging on my every word. Young, impressionable women they were, eager to please, eager to prove themselves to me. It was so easy to groom them; it almost felt like child's play.

I touched Gianna affectionately, and she did not cringe away, but framed her cheek with my hand. "When someone wrongs you, is it your first instinct to go out and kill them?"

"No." She said softly.

"Of course." I said, letting my fingers play down her cheek, "It's only tyrants who think like that. Unfortunately, we let those kinds of people tell us who we are. But we can be better. I know we can. I've seen it."

"How?" Alecia asked, subtly nestling herself beside me.

I put my arm around her, and ran my fingers through her silver-blonde hair. "Society is a contract we sign with each other, and we all play our roles in it." I slid my hand along the back of her neck, "When I awoke in the morning, I was only Adrianna. When I went to work, I was the governess, but when I left my office, I was only Adrianna again." I smiled at her, enjoying the way she looked upon me with such girlish admiration, "Earlier today, I was your brutal commander, but now, I am just a woman." I tilted my head, my smile broadening, "And so are you."

Her face was like that of a porcelain doll; her lips pouty and plush, her nose pointed and narrow, her eyes big and expressive. Her breath fogged from her in the cold, but all of our bodies were warm in the furs we wore, in the glow of the fire, and in the press of our huddled forms. Five women surrounded me, all of them touching me in some way, all of them waiting for me to do what they knew I would. Oh, I had chosen my officers well. Lesbian women were already maligned by Highland society, so it was natural for them to be curious about their free-thinking enemies to the east. And here I was; beautiful and tangible, sympathetic and understanding, commanding and experienced. I would show them the way, oh yes. God, it was so easy. I closed my eyes, and kissed Giana.

An hour later, all five women were lying naked in an exhausted pile, snoring contentedly with my saliva drying between their legs. I had been rough with some, and gentle with others, but I had been dominating with all of them. Alecia and Sienna needed to be forced into submission, and so I'd ridden their faces hard and violently, lurching back and forth across their desperately-consuming mouths, making them taste my ass and pussy to the fullest as Giana and Anna nursed from my breasts, and I exchanged tongues with Pricilla. Then, I'd feasted on the two insolent whores, making them sing rapturously and sob to the ceiling with my tongue wriggling in their anuses and cunts, slathering their insides until not a single surface was left untasted. I had grinned around my meal, my face swallowed by their juicy backends, enjoying the surrendered expressions on their faces when they looked back at me. After I'd conquered them, I'd moved on to the weaker prey. Sienna and Anna, now my henchwomen in this game of lust, held down Pricilla so that I could torture her just how she liked. With my right fist all the way in her ass, and my left fist moving through her birth canal, she came so violently that she almost bucked off the women subduing her.

Anna was coy and shy, and I made love to her like it was her maiden night. At first. Then I got bored with that, and turned her cute portrait into an obscene visage of smeared vaginal nectar when I made her eat my cunt. She squealed muffled tones the entire time, for as she consumed me, I was instructing the other women on how to best torment her, and with all of their fingers in all of her holes, she became more and more of a slut until she was sloppily feasting upon me, her tongue moving with unbridled gluttony to taste every disgusting surface of my two holes.

Giana was very submissive, and never cried out nor screamed when she was pleasured. She just whispered urgently, her face contorting in the strain of ecstasy, her fingers balling into fists that were crossed together behind her back and subdued by Sienna and Anna. I made Giana lick everyone's pussy, and she did so with relish, her cute little tongue darting out from her cute doll-like face, her mouth squeaking its cute little tones as she was forced to make each of us come. Then, rewarding her for her subservience, I made her the centerpiece of our meal, and we all buried our faces between her legs and cheeks, and comingled our tongues into her moist, pink holes. She was breathless when she came, and we left her convulsing in a puddle of her own juices while we moved on each other.

Now their snores echoed through the dark hall, and I was putting my cloak back on. I savored their scent on my fingers as I walked through the village, past guards who saluted me, through stone streets that bore windows glowing with warm fires. There were quiet sounds of lust, soft sounds of slumber, and a few hushed sobs in the night, but my feet padding the cobblestones was the pervading cadence as I walked below the pale moon, the light of dawn threatening the eastern sky. I made my way to Esmerelda's house, and opened the door.

She was awake by the fire, mending a shirt with a needle and thread.

"Can't sleep?" I asked her, shutting the door behind me.

"I haven't slept for more than an hour at a time since that day." She muttered, then indicated the couch with her head. "You can sleep there if you like."

"So can you."

"I just told you, I—" She looked sharply up at me, "No, Adrianna."

I raised my brows. "Why not? Who's going to know?"

"I said, 'no.'" She replied.

I eased myself out of my cloak, and stepped naked into the firelight. Esmerelda couldn't help feasting her eyes upon me, and I was spectacular in the warm flickering flame, the shadows dancing with every curve of me. "I know what it's like to be violated." I said softly, "I know what it's like to be forced against my will, to be humiliated before those I love, to be made to feel pleasures I didn't want to." I stepped forward, "For a long time after, I wanted to keep myself locked away. Luckily, there was someone who wouldn't let me."

"Stay back, Adrianna." Esmerelda whispered.

I stepped forward again, sliding my hands down the lines of my pelvis, tickling the folds of my pussy with my fingertips, then caressing the bows of my thighs. "I can heal you, Esmerelda."

"No."

"I can—"

"NO!" She snapped, "Are you deaf?! I said, NO!" She was quivering with rage, "I was raped in front of my father! I was made to do things I will never forgive myself for! I will never let someone else do that to me!"

I stepped forward again. "I won't harm you." I whispered gently.

She shook her head, a tear running down her cheek. "You're a liar, Adrianna. I should've seen it before, but I see it now. You use people. It's what you do." She held up the sewing needle, "You won't use me. I am refusing you! Do not ask again!"

"I thought I was easy to read?"

"I said stay back!"

I took another step forward, then stopped in place. There was nothing about Esmerelda that bespoke desire now. Had there ever been? Was I so used to being desired, that I had fabricated her attraction to me? I took a step toward the couch, and watched her as she watched me. Slowly, purposefully, I lounged into the cushions, displaying every asset I had, but she did not break. Her face was set like stone, resolute and unwavering, her eyes staring back at me with a wrath I was once familiar with. It had been me so long ago, staring at Yavara like that. She had tortured me, she had raped me, and she had forced me to watch as everything I held dear was stripped from me. Now, I would've wept with joy for her forgiveness. My capacity for hatred had been taken from me when I transformed, but it still burned coldly and persistently behind Esmerelda's blue stare; that elven pride manifesting itself once more. I once thought it was something to be admired. Now, I only saw that it was infantile.

"You let that man take so much from you." I whispered to her.

"He stole it!" She snapped.

"And you gave him the rest." I replied coldly, "Do you think he thinks of you at all? He doesn't even remember your name."

"He will!"

I shook my head. "There will come a time when you'll realize how foolish you are, and that time will be too late. I know. I was you once." I gestured disgustedly toward her, "I was just like you, and I let that part of me fester when I should've let it die. Look where it's gotten me; stuck in a room with a fucking child."

"You can leave, Adrianna." She whispered, "Go back to your Dark Queen and beg for forgiveness for whatever crime you committed."

"Yavara's capacity for forgiveness was always very small." I muttered, "Now it's gone. Elena Straltaira is dead."

"Good."

I raised my head. "What?"

"She's the bitch who threatened to stick the city watch on us. She made a deal with the Feractian barons—those thieves, those rapists and torturers who steal country girls from their homes!" She spat onto the ground, "One more dead noble!"

"Elena Straltaira was a patriot who loved her country. She was a ranger, a—"

"She was a stupid whore-bitch who sided with evil men to gain her own power." Esmerelda hissed, "If she's dead, she didn't die painfully enough. Why the Dark Queen gives a shit about her is anyone's guess, but of course, even the Dark Queen was a noble girl once."

"Elena Straltaira was a hybrid."

"Liar."

"I am not." I said coldly, "She fought and died to save people like you from people like me."

"People like you?"

"What am I, Esmerelda?" I said, splaying my hands, "A benevolent governess? A crafty seductress? No. Yavara put me in charge of Alkandra because I put bodies in the ground. I trained good, kind-hearted men and women to kill without mercy, to cut down mothers carrying babes and fathers shielding their daughters and sons." I took a dagger from my robes, and slid it beneath my pillow, "And I trained them so well, that they thought they were the good guys for doing it. I'm a very special kind of evil." I rested my head on the pillow, "I'm the kind of evil that masks horror with honor, and brutality with dignity. It's why King Tiadoa needed me, it's why Leveria needed me, it's why Yavara needed me, and it's why you need me." I pulled the covers over myself, and nestled into the cushions. "Good night, Esmerelda."

End of Part Fourteen.