Queen Yavara Ch. 52

"Mom, you are so bad!" I squealed, and tossed a roll of bread at her.

She caught it, split it in half, and licked lecherously between the part. "I'm the absolute worst." She whispered huskily.

I stood up, threw my hair back, thrusted my chest out, and began to saunter sensually around the table, my hand trailing down the wood. It was only after I'd taken my third step, that I realized I was walking on my own. Mom had realized a step before, and was beaming joyously up at me.

"Oh my god!" I gasped, savoring the feeling of my legs flexing to bear my weight. I curled my toes into the carpeting, and groaned when I wiggled them. "Lady Jonias is a miracle worker."

"Well, don't give her too much credit." Mom said wryly. She swiveled on her chair, and opened her legs. Her blue dress hugged her thighs, becoming tighter and tighter until the material stretched past its elastic point, and snapped to her hips. My mouth watered at what I saw between her thick, pale legs, and my cock pointed the way for me through my evening gown. I waltzed over to my mother, hooked my legs around her hips, and straddled her lap. We kissed, long and passionately, dancing our tongues as daughter and mother, loving and sensual. My cock poked her in the belly, my breasts flattened atop hers, and I enjoyed playing the woman's role atop her as her hands traversed my slender back, and gripped me tightly on the ass.

"This is different." Mom smiled against my lips when our kiss parted.

"You made a lap for me, and I sat in it." I smiled back, running my fingers through her hair, "That's what daughters do with their mommies."

She dragged my gown up my backside until it popped free, and I could feel her fingers against my bare ass. "I've heard all the stories about you, Elena." She said, "You've fucked men like they were whores."

"Is that how you want me to fuck you?" I asked softly, and teased a tug on her hair.

Her eyes twinkled a little, but she shook her head. "No," she winked, "not yet, but there may come a night when the queen needs to put her uppity mother in her place."

"I'll have you thrown in the dungeon." I giggled, "Strapped down to the torturer's table so that you can't move, with your sexy ass spread open so that I can do whatever I want."

Mom shuddered beneath me, the scent of her arousal wafting between us. "Or maybe I could do it to you." She whispered back, "Maybe I'll put this little girl-cock in a vice, and make you beg for my forgiveness."

"Oh, you're evil..." I muttered, though my mood had suddenly soured.

Mom's brow furrowed. "It's Leveria, isn't it?" She ran her fingers soothingly up my back, "She used to do things like that to you, didn't she?"

I nodded, a tear forming in my eye. "I think I just need a mommy right now."

Mom embraced me tightly, and I wept silently into her shoulder. "I can be that, Elena." She said softly, running her hands through my hair, "You've told me about Yavara, but you haven't talked about Leveria with me. Whenever you're ready, we can have that conversation."

"I'll never be ready."

"I understand." She whispered, and for the second time, Mom helped carry me up the stairs. She pulled off my clothes, and I pulled off hers, and she made love to me as a mother, sucking all the fear and pain from my body, and taking it deep into hers.

ADRIANNA

It was near dusk when the warg-riders and I crested the ridgeline. An alarm sounded, and the rebels below sorted themselves into a panicked formation. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, but it wasn't bad considering they'd only had one day of formal training. I waited for them to settle into their defensive line, then I alone rode out, my hood down so that all could see my platinum air billowing in the wind. An order was shouted, and a lone rider raced up to meet me.

"Adrianna?" Esmerelda called, stopping fifty feet away from me.

"Who else?" I called back.

"Explain yourself!"

"Come here so that we don't have to yell!"

"I'm not coming any closer to that thing!"

I flexed my thighs around Sasha, and she leapt forward. We stopped five feet from Esmerelda and her horse, both of whom were gawking at me with bulging white eyes.

"I thought you wanted to win the war?" I said.

"Win the war?! Adrianna, these beasts are more hated than the Dark Queen herself! Allying with them is suicide!" It was then that she noticed the limbless woman cradled in my cloak. "Justina?!"

"Dog Meat!" Dog Meat giggled, wiggling her sparkling stumps happily.

"Oh my god, Justina, what did they—"

"My name is DOG MEAT!" Dog Meat screamed, and Esmerelda went silent.

I hid the amputee in my cloak. "Her sister is here?"

Esmerelda nodded.

"Don't let her see her."

"Juliet needs to know she's alive."

"I need to take her with me to Alkandra. There are people there that can help her, but she can't be saved. She's Dog Meat now."

Esmerelda bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes. She grasped her sword, and pulled out three inches of steel. "If you ally us with these beasts, I will fight you to the death right now, Adrianna." Her face was resolute and unwavering, "There are lines I won't cross."

"Bentius is locked down, Esmerelda. If you want to get into it, someone will need to charge the gate."

"I will not build my nation on the backs of—"

"And someone will need to save the city." I said calmly, "The city watch are too few to properly man the walls. They'll be overtaken in half an hour. And who will save the city then, I wonder? The army's too far away; everyone is doomed! But wait—who's that out there? An army of women? Who's ever heard of such a thing? Wait, is that Esmerelda's rebellion?! But I heard they were savages! Oh, how resplendent they look riding full-tilt into the flank of the terrible foe, oh, they have saved us all! Throw open the gates, and welcome the victorious heroes!" I finished with a grandiose applause, and Dog Meat happily cheered with me, wiggling her sparkling little stumps.

Esmerelda just stared at me. "You have no honor, Adrianna."

"Honor?!" I spat, "I told you I'd get you into Bentius. Do you want to be greeted with rose petals, or arrows when you get there?"

She twisted her lips. "Rose petals, you bitch."

I smiled back at her. "See? We're starting to get along after all." I gestured over Esmerelda's shoulder to the camp below, "Tell them the plan."

"So that they can hang me from a tree?"

"Tell them I've infiltrated the enemy camp, and have convinced the orcs not to attack them, but the tradeoff was to reroute the orcs to Bentius instead. Tell them you'll be shadowing the orcs' movements to aid in the city's defense when the time comes. It's not entirely untruthful."

"The best lies usually are," she grunted. She kicked her heels into the flank of her horse, and rode down to the rebel army to bring them the news. When she was gone, Dog Meat curled into my breast, and began to weep. She didn't seem to know what about Esmerelda made her cry, but I did. Dog Meat had been born from the death of Justina, and Esmerelda awoke the memories of a dead woman. I remembered how seeing April again in Gloria's library had been so agonizing. I remembered how terrible the relief was when she died, and I knew I would never have to see her again.

LEVERIA

Faltia had put me in a skimpy little soldier outfit, then ran me through the ringer of debauched military drills. Double-cock-squats, blowjob good-mornings, spread-legged pullups, tit-fucking pushups, and of course, anal planks. After that, we did a plethora of drills. We started with equestrian drills, where I was the horse. I was ridden by every goblin in the barracks; a bit stuck in my mouth, my braided hair used as reins. Then, there was an obstacle course. The obstacles were... well, they were ogre dicks. Thirty of them. I had to make each of them come in under a minute, or I had to start over. I started over three times before I finally got it. Needless to say, I waddled around bow-legged for the rest of the drills. Then we had wrestling matches. I was pinned and raped in a myriad of twisted positions. I'd never before given a leg-locked blowjob while stuck in an anal full-nelson and getting cunt piledrived. That was certainly an experience. And last but not least, there were military games. Commander Faltia dressed me as a spy, and gave her troops the following orders: find the Highland bitch, interrogate the Highland bitch, turn the Highland bitch into an asset. By the time they were done with their interrogation, I was completely on their side. Funnily enough, the feeling was mutual. The boys and I had been at it all day, and nothing bonded people together quite like the strenuous breakdown of military exercise; except military exercise and mind-numbingly good sex. While their bodies heaved against me, and they spitted me between their cocks, we were laughing and joking between our grunts and moans. They smiled at me between their ferocious tusks, and I smiled back behind my thick mask of cum, and when I orgasmed again and again, I gave them every ounce of me until I was sapped of breath. By the end of the day, we were all on a first-name basis.

"Third company wanted me to give you this." Commander Faltia said through the cell bars, and slid the plate of sausages beneath the door.

"I can't believe Ron actually did that, the crazy bastard!" I giggled, and reached out for the plate. Faltia's foot pinned my hand to the ground.

"Ron?" she asked, "As in, Captain Ronald Hektini?"

"I just call him, 'Ron.'"

"You don't call him anything, Leveria." Faltia said coldly, and pressed her heel harder on my fingers.

I smiled through my pain. "I'm sorry, but he told me to call him, 'Ron.' He even asked me to wave to his wife and son in the audience while he ass-fucked me. I couldn't find them, but I waved in their general direction. He was delighted."

She ground her heel harder, and I winced. "Is this a game to you?" She hissed.

"Everything's a game, Faltia." I growled, "War, sex, love. I don't stop playing just because I've lost."

"And Alexa was just a pawn to you." She pressed her heel until I was shaking in pain.

"Alexa wasn't supposed to die!" I gasped, "It was supposed to be Soraya!"

"You think that makes it better?!"

"IT WAS WAR, YOU FUCKING PUSSY!" I screamed. Faltia pulled her foot off, and the blood rushed blissfully into my swollen digits, suffusing them with warmth. I gasped, clutching at my hand, then I looked up at Faltia. "Alexa was my enemy," I growled, "she was a ranger, a warrior; she knew the score. You all did."

"You sent an assassin."

"I did what I had to!" I snapped, "Just because you didn't fight on the frontlines, didn't make you civilians. You were dangerous enemies, high-profile targets, and you all fucking knew it. You got lazy and lost your edge, and you only have yourselves to blame!" I spat at Faltia's foot, "You especially, Watch Commander. If your troops were better trained, they would've caught my assassin, and Alexa would still be alive."

Faltia kicked open the cell door, drew her sword, and charged me. I scrambled onto the bed and squealed as I held up a pillow to defend myself. Then, I was simply holding two halves of a pillow, the feathers floating in the air. Faltia's sword was imbedded in the mattress. She stared at me from the tops of her wrathful eyes, her muscles tensed, waiting for me.

"It was war," I whispered, "My people were starving, Yavara's wolves were ravaging the countryside, and rebellions were being formed. Your army had mine pinned at its own border, and your queen was content with letting us all rot. I needed to do something to hit you where you lived, to put the pressure on so that my people could have one moment to fucking breathe!"

"You don't give a damn about your people."

"You don't know me." I snarled, "You're a good little soldier, aren't you? You just eat up whatever bullshit Yavara feeds you. Adrianna and I ran an operation. Circumstances changed, and I had to act on my own. She hated me for what I did, but she fell in line because she knew it was bigger than her or me." I grasped Faltia's blade, and brought it to my chest, "It was war, Commander. Adrianna was a soldier. I was a soldier. Alexa was a soldier. We all did what we had to do."

"You're no soldier." Faltia hissed.

"Didn't I just go through basic training, Commander?" I whispered.

She angled the blade against my chest, digging the point into my sternum. She pulled it away, then dropped it. It clanged on the floor. When she looked at me, her blue eyes were searching mine, exploring, not understanding what they were seeing. I eased myself backward, displaying my body unthreateningly. It was bruised and battered, my holes loose and gaping, my feminine curves besmirched with handprints and dried fluids. I was nothing compared to the bronze beauty before me, and yet, she seemed to look upon me with a strange reverence.

"Zander is watching." I whispered, and gestured to the gemstone in the corner.

Faltia pulled off her robe, and whispered back, "I don't care."

She was rough with me. She punished me for Alexa at every opportunity, and made me blubber out apologies. She criticized me for my lack of skill with other women. I apologized for that, and asked her to train me. She did. For two hours straight, Commander Faltia drilled me in how to properly eat her cunt. By the end of it, I had her sobbing into the pillow, her body squirming wildly, her legs locked around my head. My dexterous little tongue truly was my greatest weapon. Still, she dominated me easily, outmaneuvering me, performing acts of flexibility and grace that left me breathless. I was but a high-elf, after all, and she was something far greater. I danced with her clumsily, always racing to catch up, always reacting too late. She was patient with me, and by the end of the night, we were making love nearly as equals. When she left my cell with her clothes in her hands, she couldn't meet my gaze. I sighed into my pillow, and smiled victoriously to myself.

"Did you enjoy the show, you old pervert?" I asked the twinkling gemstone. "Are you currently cleaning the shame out of your robes?"

The gemstone didn't answer, of course.

I frowned at it. "Don't think I've forgotten that bullshit you tried to feed me. This proves nothing."

The gemstone just twinkled back.

I turned until I faced the corner from where it shone. "The hybrids are all sluts. They all want a taste of Highland royalty. I give them what they want, and I add a little extra. I'm just doing whatever it takes to survive."

The gemstone continued to twinkle, uncaring, noncommunicative. It just showed me in its kaleidoscopic reflection. Only, my reflection was somewhat distorted; my skin looked unusually dark, and the illumination off my hair gave it a black luster. And when the light twinkled from my eyes, they appeared orange, seeming to blaze from their sockets.

"Fuck you, old man." I hissed, and pulled the covers over my face.

YAVARA

I stood outside Zander's door, feeling incredibly awkward. Maybe it was because I couldn't remember a time when I'd ever had to come to him. He'd always been at my side when I needed him, but since we'd returned to Alkandra, he'd been nearly a ghost. I took a steeling breath, and knocked on his door. There was a pregnant pause, then the door creaked open.

"Your Highness?" Zander asked from his desk, removing his spectacles.

"I'm not bothering you, am I?" I asked.

"Of course not," he smiled. It was a warm smile, and there was honest affection behind it, but it seemed forced.

"I'll uh... I'll just go, and—"

"Come in," he said, beckoning to the chair in front of his desk.

I walked into his study, feeling like a schoolgirl readying herself for admonishment. There was a time not too long ago where I would've boldly sat in Zander's lap, but I instead parked myself in the chair opposite to him.

"This used to be Adrianna's office." I muttered, looking around.

"Indeed," Zander said, "I decided to take it for myself. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not."

He eyed me studiously. "What is it you wanted to discuss?"

"Nothing," I forced a laugh, "I just... you know... wanted to talk."

"About?"

I shrugged. "About whatever it is there is to talk about."

Zander sighed, and rubbed at his eyes. "Have you ever known me to be gifted in chit-chat, my queen?"

"Practice makes perfect."

He smiled tiredly at me. "I think you might find more enthralling conversation amongst your own kind."

"The hybrids are not my own kind."

"They are of your flesh and blood."

"They're different, Zander. Different than me. Sure, they like to have a good time and they fuck like champions, but... I don't know. It's like they're wolves, and I'm a... a..."

"A tiger?" Zander inquired, "Like Elena was?"

"Yes," I whispered, "that was what Adrianna called her, right? Tiger. But she changed, Zander; they all did, and I stayed the same."

"You've changed quite a bit, I'd say."

"No, I haven't, Zander. I'm still me, I've just done a lot more."

He raised his brows. "And who are you then?"

"I don't know." I muttered, "I... I... I don't feel like I am who I'm supposed to be."

"That's not an uncommon feeling. Expectation and reality rarely overlap."

"It's different than that." I muttered, meshing my fingers together, "Did Alkandi ever doubt herself?"

"She was sometimes unsure of her choices, but she always understood why she made them."

"I don't. I mean, I get why I did something, but when I look back on it, I don't understand... if that makes sense."

"You weren't thinking rationally. Sense and emotion are separate worlds entirely."

"What if the emotion doesn't make sense? What if it's... alien?"

Zander studied me for a moment, his fingers steepled. "What do you think it means?"

"I'm not sure."

He nodded. "I suggest you get some sleep, Your Highness. I can sense your exhaustion. I can, if you wish, put you into an ethereal slumber."

"No, no." I said, shaking my head. I got out of the chair, and walked away, "I just wanted to talk to a friend." I said so that he couldn't hear it, and shut the door behind me.