Queen Yavara Ch. 50

It was a literal horse-cock. It was engorged and curved, cylindrical and pulsing with veins, looking more like a muscle than a penis. It was enormous, nearly as long as my arm, and the balls behind swung like globular clappers. Joh finished groping Eva, then she separated from him with a wicked grin, and moved between his hind legs. She squatted low beneath him, her ass bulging deliciously just above her high heels, and with great care, she took the behemoth into her mouth. I gawked. The entire audience gawked. Eva whined and gagged, squirming in the struggle, but inch by inch, she took the equestrian organ down her throat, bulging her neck, bulging her gullet, then nestling it easily into her esophagus, the heavy, sweating nuts relaxing on her face, shrinking and ballooning with blood pressure. She kept him inside her, her posture rigid and upright in its squat, her cock throbbing in the air, her mouth humming delightedly as her throat began to swallow. Joh groaned, his forehooves clopping pleasantly, his masculine upper body flexing with spasms. Eva held him for a minute, then slowly withdrew. The bulge moved back up her gullet, back up her neck, then flowed from her mouth. She coughed cutely, and the crowd applauded her show. If my hands weren't bound, I might've too. She ran her hand covetously up the wobbling length of spit-sheened horse, then rotated about her wide hips to smirk at me.

"That was for your benefit, Leveria." She giggled, "I don't want him going in dry."

She needn't have; I was practically drooling down my thighs. It wasn't until I saw the evil tilt of her smirk that I realized what she meant. Then, my legs began to quiver in their stirrups. Joh clopped over to me. He moved out of my periphery, and behind me. I couldn't see him behind the stockade board, but I could feel the heat of his body as it moved over mine. Suddenly, two massive hooves thudded onto the stockade board, and the crowd cheered. His shadow loomed over me, his human torso displayed in its muscular glory, his hands coming down to take two grips of my bull horns. I whimpered. Tears streaked down my cheeks. I wanted to beg for mercy, but my lips wouldn't form words.

Eva slinked beside me, and rested one elbow on the boards. She held the mirror to my face, and asked with a sardonic smile, "Are you ready?"

I shook my head, and laughter sounded from all around. Eva pinched my cheek, and giggled. Then she looked up at Joh, and winked.

I felt it. Hot and throbbing, wet and hard, the flesh pulsating and smooth. It moved between my cheeks, splitting my crack, running its underside through me. Oh, it felt amazing. The hot girth nestled into me, the throbbing belly rubbed along my salivating pussy and puckered anus, teasing the entrances. But as good as it felt, the terror was ever-present, and my insides seized into a knot of anticipation. Back and forth, back and forth, he rubbed me, mingling Eva's spit with my juices, learning how I would wiggle and bend in reaction to him. Then, I felt him slide away. Eva bent low, and slid the mirror beneath me. From an upward angle, I saw my distended belly and bound thighs splayed out on the screen above, and I saw the fat brown piece of horse angling until the thick tip was in line with my puckered, swollen anus. I took two successive breaths through my nose, and held them deep. The crowd hushed. Joh's forehooves pivoted against the board, poising for a sudden lurch forward. I opened my mouth to scream, but the breath was ripped from my lungs.

He entered me. At first, all I felt was the pressure. My pelvic floor bowed inward, my anus pressed into my body, and my flesh was pulled taut across my flank. Then, I felt the penetration. My resistances broke, and he burst suddenly into me. My pelvic floor shot back with released tension, and my reamed asshole sucked the first eight inches of him into me. Pain. Pain like I couldn't believe shot through me, surging into my bowels, knifing into my guts. On the screen, I saw the brown horse cock sink deeper and deeper into me; nine inches, ten inches, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen—oh god, how much more?! My rectum was filled to the point of bursting, every smooth surface stretched thin, every nerve firing into my spine. Deeper, deeper, deeper, he sank into me, pushing past my second sphincter, burrowing into my colon, burning into my bowels. My insides uncoiled around him, clinging to him like a fleshy sleeve, gripping him with muscles that were tensed in agony. His balls finally squished against my pussy, and he groaned above me. I screamed.

Eva moved beneath us, and angled the mirror to show the details of what was happening to me. My pussy was squished into itself, no room for it with all the cock packed inside of me. I couldn't even see my asshole; only the shadow of indented flesh that was stretched near to rupture around the thick column of cock that pierced me. He held his rod deep inside me, not moving, only savoring the way my innards formed around him. I could feel his heartbeat in my torso. Though my belly was already distended with aphrodisiac, I could see his bulge in it. The image added horror to my fever of pain, but with that, came a horrible fascination. Seeing my body so deformed, seeing it so ruined, and feeling intimately the effect of that ruination, it... it... it turned me on so fucking much. And as Joh began to pull out, and I watched my anus begin to outturn with him, my arousal was only heightened.

My rectum prolapsed, the pink glistening flesh clinging to Joh's shaft like a condom as he exited, rolling into a ruinous coil between my cheeks until his tip popped free. My innards eased back into place, the pressure within me released, and my body breathed a collective sigh of relief, but I was hardly paying attention to that. No, I was only staring with wide eyes at the close-up shot of my asshole. It was gaping around the prolapsed flesh, a wide tunnel of ruby and pink that descended into delectable darkness. I squeezed my anal muscles, and the hole flexed loosely, barely coalescing. It was ruined, fit now only for horse-cock. I was a broodmare. It was then that I felt the vacancy within me, and the poison that sloshed into my belly turned that vacancy into a hunger. The memory of the pain was still fresh within me, but that poisoned turned it into a memory of pleasure just as intense! Oh god!

Eva panned the mirror up my body, around the stockade board, and to my face. She giggled at me above it, her eyes alight, her black lips peeled in a giddy smile. "Well, Your Highness?" She prompted, "Tell the people of Alkandra what you think of a thick, filthy horse cock."

I slammed my trembling lips shut. Eva gave Joh a look, and he pressed his tip back against my gaping shithole, and began to prod it gently. My guts turned over. My rectum opened. My asshole winked in its exhausted state, and my pelvic floor popped with spasmatic flexions. My body had betrayed me, and my mind was following suit.

"Tell them what you want, Your Highness." Eva whispered, "You'll never get what you want unless you ask for it."

I bit my lip. My mouth opened anyway. My breath fogged into the cold air. My nipples were so stiff. My clit was so hard. My flesh teemed, seeming to crawl upon itself. "I..." I whimpered, "I... I want it."

The crowd began to cheer, but Eva silenced them with a raised hand. She stooped low, getting right next to me, putting the mirror right in my face so that I could see my surrendered expression. "I know you can do better than that, Your Highness," she sneered, "you were fucking Elena Straltaira for months. Show us all the dirty slut you really are. We're not in the Highlands anymore; no one will judge you here." She snickered, and ran her finger around my lips, "Hell, we might even like you after a while, so be a dear, and moo like the fucking cow you are!"

"I want his big fucking horse-cock deep in my slutty asshole!" I whined, "I want him to fuck me until I shit cum!"

They cheered me then, louder than ever before, and Eva's face alighted. Joh pressed into me once more, and I exalted in delight. He wasn't slow this time. He rammed into me with long, deep thrusts, piercing my hugging insides, using my sphincters as fleshy cuffs to grip his impaling length. Over and over I was gutted, my belly bulging with his girth, my insides forming and squirming around him to make room as he hollowed me out. I was drooling. I was panting like a bitch. I was bucking against him, pressing my ass into him, forming my body against his so that I could feel every surface of him. I was losing my mind. I was in hell. I was in heaven. In and out, in and out, in and out. My world was nothing but the sensation of being impaled, being stretched, being filled so completely that the air was forced from my lungs with every thrust. It was ecstasy. It was agony. I was screaming with every breath, wailing to the sky through an ovoid mouth, seeing nothing through tear-filled eyes. My anal walls were stretched so thin that I could feel every vein within his cock pulsating against me, every contour running through me, every subtle change in girth that reamed so terribly, so wonderfully.

"God, look at that face!" Eva moaned in front of me, panning the mirror to show everyone my reflection. My eyes were glazed, my tongue was lolling in my gaping mouth, and my lips were curved in a stupid smile. Eva stroked her stiff cock frustratedly, seemingly caught in a dilemma. She looked over her shoulder at the royal box, then she looked back at me.

"Let me suck it." I moaned.

Eva's blonde brows went up. She put the mirror down, and slid it back between my legs.

"What did you say?" She asked, looking conspicuously around as if someone was listening to us.

"I said let me fucking suck it!" I moaned louder.

She smiled bemusedly. "You really wanna?"

"It looks so delicious." I hissed, lathering my lips.

She actually looked uncertain of herself, and knotted her gloved hands together. I panted like a bitch on her cock, fuming it with my hot, moist breath, letting her sense what I could do.

"It's just a blowjob; it's not like you're really fucking me." I moaned.

"I'm not supposed to—"

"Do you just do whatever she says? Some fucking mistress you are!" I groaned as Joh retreated, my prolapsed flesh sucking about his exit, "Besides," I whispered breathlessly, "Elena said I give the best blowjobs in the world." Joh surged into me once more, and my lips peeled back to reveal my ecstatic grimace, "Better than Yavara's by a mile!"

"By a mile, you say?" Eva quirked her lips.

"By a thousand miles!" I growled as Joh's tip reached the end of my colon, "So what's it gonna be, Eva? Are you gonna take what you want, or are you just gonna be Yavara's little bitch until the end of—" My taunt was forcefully silenced by Eva's cock, and oh, it was delicious. Her tangy flavor saturated my palate as she slid along my tongue, penetrated my throat, and moved down my neck. She tried to be dominant with me, but I was already so thoroughly conquered that there was nothing left to take. So, as she fucked my face with a fury of blasts, trying with all her might to break me, I consumed her cock with tenderness and warmth, squeezing it into the hot wet embrace of my throat, wrapping it dotingly with my tongue, slurping it lovingly with lips that formed so tightly that my cheeks were stretched hollow with her retreat.

"Oh, fuck!" She gasped, heaving into my face, smooshing my muzzle against her crotch, rotating and grinding to savor the way her organ felt imbedded deep into my esophagus. "Oh my god your fucking throat feel so good!" She cried, "Goddamn it!" She gripped my hair, and face-fucked me with desperate drives, pounding into my tender throat, bulging down my neck. I was plugged at both ends of my digestive tract, and both my partners felt like they were trying to touch tips in the middle. My back bowed with the intensity of it, bending further and further until my belly nearly brushed the ground. It was agonizing, and yet, the ecstasy roiling through me pushed away all thoughts of pain. I was dripping between my jiggling thighs, my nectar forming a puddle, my pussy aching to be filled alongside my ass. My need was desperate, and so I sucked Eva for all she was worth, trying to entice her with my doe eyes to go further, promising even more pleasure with the mouth between my legs than the one between my lips.

"Look at you!" She moaned, smashing her pelvis harder and harder into my face, "Mmm...the queen of the Highlands sucking my fat fucking cock. You like it, don't you? Yeah? You like how my fucking cock tastes in your slutty little mouth?"

I nodded, rotating my lips, rewarding her for her aggression with my insidious submission. Oh, she knew now that she was ensnared in a trap, but she was weak-willed, and there was only one way of getting out of it.

"Now you're just my goddamn fuck-toy!" She cried, "God, you look so fucking hot with my fat cock jammed in your slutty little mouth! Oh fuck! Just fucking suck it, you stupid elf slut! Suck it, suck it, suck it, oh GOD!" Her voice became higher and higher with each insult, spoken with less and less conviction until she sounded like a little girl, and she was practically sobbing the last words. Then, she came. She came with a cry of dismay, unable to stop herself from blowing. She pressed her pelvis hard against my face, squished my nose and mouth against her crotch, buried her throbbing meat down my neck, and exploded into my belly. I hummed as I swallowed continuously, drinking of her, milking her, tenderly sapping her of every drop until she was quaking in the knees. From a distance, nobody knew that she had come so easily, for when she pulled her cock out, all the evidence was gone. But I knew, and she knew, and that was all that mattered. The look she gave me was priceless. It was awed, perplexed, angry, aroused and satisfied all at once. She couldn't hold the expression for long. She couldn't look at me. She turned to the crowd.

"Who wants to teach this stupid whore how to suck a cock?" She yelled, "She doesn't know what she's doing!"

The crowd laughed, and Yavara waved annoyedly at her hybrid master of ceremonies, but only me, Joh and Eva knew the truth of it. When she looked back over her shoulder at me, she was frowning, all those wonderful expressions settling into a conflicted stare. "By a thousand miles." She muttered, "Who would've thought from a high-elf? I guess you really are Yavara's sister."

"No," I grinned back, grinding my ass against the horseman impaling me, "she's mine."

Eva laughed genuinely, then waved up the next man. I had seventy-three more beasts to please, and if they were half as good as Joh, it was going to be a very special day for me. I mooed like a cow in heat as the next man lumbered up the walkway. This one was an orc with a missing leg, though I daresay he nearly had a third. The orc sneered at me from his tusked mouth, undoubtedly hoping to see me quail before him. When he saw me licking my lips, he was quite perplexed. Of course, he didn't care too much about that once I was gagging on his thick green pole. Ropes of spit fell from my chin, tears fell from my eyes, and the crowd got the face of suffering they all wanted to see when Eva pointed the mirror at me. They couldn't hear the way I was moaning in delight, nor could they feel the way my insides flexed around the cocks inside me, squeezing them for all they were worth, beckoning them deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

I writhed between their poles, lurching back and forth, wriggling like a stuck pig, and squealing like one too. The poison sloshed in my distended belly, the shape of Joh's cock forming beneath it, the shape of the orc's forming in my neck again, and again, and again. They ratcheted up the tension, driving harder and harder into me, turning my high-elf grace into a deforming mass of jiggling flesh and rippling fat, the alabaster skin turned rosy with their impacts, my holes turned to gaping tunnels with their penetration. Over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster. I was losing my mind. My eyes were rolling back. I was inhaling panicked breaths through my nose as my diaphragm heaved. God, they were so deep. I'd never felt a penetration so intimate, so unnatural and perverse. They raped virgin nerves, ravaged maiden flesh, and outturned my vile insides for all to see. I leaked continuously from all three holes, thick strands of clear fluid stretching from me to add to the growing puddles. The ecstasy ballooned inside me. The orgasms that came weren't the usual crescendo of sensations, but waves after waves that crashed into me, each one cresting higher, bringing me deeper and deeper into my own mania until I was insane.

Joh burst inside me, then ripped his cock out. My ass was so ruined that my prolapsed fleshed didn't even coalesce, but simply stayed yawning as it poured thick gouts of hot milk. The rest of his sperm ended up splattered all over my back. I wiggled in delight, moaning around the meat in my throat, savoring the way the hot rivulets ran down the sides of my breasts, and dripped from my nipples. The orc in my throat pulled out, and I nearly yelled at him for being so rude. Then I saw Eva's evil smile, and Joh moving around my periphery, and I understood.

Joh trotted before me, his massive member swinging between his hindlegs like a knocker. He mounted the stockades once more, and aimed his shaft at my mouth. Eva was there to broadcast the entire thing, angling the mirror to get the perfect view.

"Look at that big stinking cock," She whispered covetously, stroking the stud's shaft, then cupping his balls, "it was just all the way up your ass, Your Highness. Do you know where it's going to go now?"

The crowd oohed. Eva put the stone against my throat. I swallowed nervously, and whimpered, "My mouth?"

"That's right," Eva giggled, "this horse-cock that's all covered in your shit juices is going deep down your slutty princess neck. You're going to taste everything. We're going to do this with all of our distinguished citizens today. First, they're going to fuck your ass gaping, then they're going to clean themselves off in your mouth, then they're going to dump the rest of their cum into your little princess pussy until you're overflowing. How does that sound to you?"

She put the stone against my throat. Again, I swallowed nervously, and whimpered, "Can they also come in my mouth?"

"What?"

I grinned at my own reflection. "I asked if they could also come in my mouth! They get to come in my ass, they get to come in my pussy, but are you telling me your honored guests don't get to make me swallow their thick, creamy loads?"

Eva snatched the stone away, but the damage had been done. The crowd was silenced for a moment, only the rare questioning call filtering from them. Eva looked nervously behind her, then up at the royal box. She puzzled over the situation for a moment, then brought the mirror back to her face.

"You heard the queen!" She cried gleefully, "Everyone gets to come down this slut's throat, starting now!" And she thrusted Joh's massive shaft into my face, and forced it into my mouth. His girth was so great, that my jaw strained to take him, and his length was so great that I couldn't stop myself from gagging. Snot bubbled from my nostrils, spit foamed from the corners of my lips, and tears filmed my bulging eyes. To everyone watching, it looked like I'd been punished for my insolence, but Eva knew, and Joh knew; I was sucking him like a whore on her last penny. Even as he breached the bottom of my esophagus, and his musky nuts nestled on my chin, I was moaning as I slurped him, trying to draw him even deeper. I loved the taste of my ass on his cock, I loved the scent of my filth in my nostrils, and I loved the texture of the film that coated his shaft. I savored him like a delicacy has he stuffed me like a sow, and I watched Eva the whole time, aroused and satisfied by the confusion that crossed her face.