Queen Yavara Ch. 53

"Now I have other people to do it for me." I grinned back. I pulled my silk gown up my body, the liquid fabric revealing my knees, then my bronze thighs, then springing past my hips to display my wobbling cock. Mother watched me with keen interest as I made a show of grabbing a frosted donut from the platter, and placing it around my cock.

"If I just sat here and did nothing, you would feel so stupid right now." Mom said.

"But you're not going to do that." I moaned as I slid the donut down my shaft, the glaze coating my cock deliciously, "Because it looks too tasty."

Mom eyed the meal with obvious hunger, then drew her black-rimmed eyes up to me. She wore a scandalous amount of makeup this morning, and the rouge on her cheeks made her look like an absolute doll. The mauve lipstick made her look like a whore. She licked those lips, teasing their texture by the way her wet tongue pressed into the pliant flesh. Then she dropped from the stool, got into a crouch, and began to crawl over to me.

"You always told me that breakfast is the most important meal of the day." I giggled, and wrapped my legs into the bars of the stool so that my pelvis jutted forward.

"It would be hypocritical of me to waste such an important meal." Mom whispered, and ascended my stool, her hands pushing my knees further apart so that she could get her shoulders between them. She ran her eyes up my twitching, glazed length, then drew her ravenous gaze to me. "But, Sweetie, this isn't a balanced breakfast; it's all sugar."

"There's some protein in the center." I squeaked; my words pitched high with need. I could feel her sweet breath caressing the throbbing length of me, whispering of the gentleness her mouth could provide. My cock bounced with desire, and I whined when she would not attend to it.

"Crying won't get you what you want, Sweetie." Mom smirked crookedly, "You're old enough to use your words."

"Please suck my cock, Mommy!" I gasped, wiggling on the stool, my hands squeezing the seat as my back arched with need. One of my shoulder straps fell, and my bodice draped away to expose one heaving breast, the nipple so hard that it was throbbing on its own.

Mom placed a loving kiss on the tip of my cock, and whispered, "It turns me on so much to know that you need me like that."

"I need you so bad right now!" I mewled, "Please!"

She quirked a brow. "Just... please?"

"Pretty-please with sugar on top, Mommy?"

"Mmm, there's too much sugar already, Sweetie. You need some milk." Mom giggled, and brushed the straps from her gown. They cascaded off her shoulders to reveal her milky breasts, the pink nipples erect and moist. She pulled them up onto my lap, pillowing my shaft in their soft warmth, coercing a groan of pleasure from my mouth. She pressed them around my length, squishing them together, rubbing some of the sticky glaze into her delectable cleavage. Her mauve lips followed after, and with her sapphire irises topping her heavily-lidded gaze, my mommy took my cock into her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" I whined.

She smiled around my shaft, and mouthed, "Language, Sweetie."

I laughed back breathily, "You're going to lecture me about having a dirty mouth right now?"

"Mmm," she hummed, rotating her lips, her tongue swirling around me to lick every bit of glaze off, "so dirty."

After that, I was at a loss for words. I kept my hands behind me the whole time, gripping the seat with straight arms, not daring to impede on my mommy's nurturing lust. With her breasts securely nestled between my thighs, she snuck one hand beneath them to find the moist slit just below my cock. I hissed as she penetrated me with three fingers, and I whined when she supinated her wrist to curl her digits inside me, pressing against my ceiling, massaging that spot deep within. I would pleasure her afterward, but for now, she would do the work for the both of us. She obviously didn't mind.

Mommy moaned around her slurping lips, gaging my reaction from lazily-lidded eyes, smiling with satisfaction and empowerment when I reacted to her whim. I loved being her little girl when we were intimate, and she loved being the doting mother, and so we fell easily into the roles. I pitched my voice high and inflected it with helpless need, and she purred and cooed with nurturing low tenors, creating a strange mixture of lust and maternal love within me.

The doughnut around my base began to crumble and fall into her squishing breasts, smooshing into sugary glazed streaks over her domes. Her nose and cheeks were covered in the glaze, and she paused periodically to lick it clean, drawing that tongue of hers slowly around her lush mouth before sliding it beneath my cock, and nestling me into her bed of plush love. The doughnut broke completely, and she took me all the way in, staying down at my base, slurping the glazed sugar from it, rotating her lips so that her chin pressed into the succulent mammary fat below her. I mouthed helplessly, gripping my stool with white knuckles, flexing my legs against the bars that I braced them in. All the while, her fingers prodded my insides, the bottom knuckles stretching my slit open as the fingertips pressed against my weak spot, making me sway atop my precarious perch.

"Mmm," Mom moaned as she drew her lips up my shaft, then popped them free, "my baby-girl's so close to coming, isn't she?"

"Yes, Mommy!" I whined.

"Is my baby-girl gonna come from both her dirty places?"

"Yes!" I whimpered, wiggling my hips in need, trapped internally between the conflicting pleasures that were growing.

She beamed up at me. "Do you like it when Mommy takes care of you?"

"Ooo, I like it so much!" I cried, "Oh god, Mommy, I'm so close!"

"Mmm... such impatience..." Mom cooed with a dangerous smile, "I raised you better than this."

"I'm sorry!"

"Sorry isn't good enough." She purred, lowering her lips to my tip, "You're well-past sorry. I brought you up to be a good girl, but you turned out so, so bad."

"I can be good, I promise!" I whined through clenched teeth, her fingers working me into a frenzy.

"Hmm... no, I don't think you can." Mom pursed her lips, and blew gently on my tip, "You're a bad girl now, baby, but you can still be Mommy's good little slut."

I pressed my teeth into my lower lip, and inhaled sharply through my nose. "I'll be your good little slut, Mommy." I hissed.

"That's right." Mom whispered, and drew her tongue through my frothing tip, "Now, are you going to be a good little slut, and come from your naughty little cock and pussy?"

"Yes!"

"Yes...?"

"Yes please, Mommy!" I screamed, teetering on the very brink, stuck in the tortuous spot between anticipation and release.

"That's my baby-girl." Mom purred, "That's my good little baby slut."

She pressed inside me, enveloped my cock in her tits, and divided her milky breasts with her mouth when she consumed me to the base. Her lips stretched from her mouth with her suction, drawing her cheeks gaunt. Her blue eyes stared at me from their black rims, such avarice, such love. The tension in my cock grew tighter and tighter, the pressure of cum within me increased until it was pressing against my pelvic floor, building, building, building! Her fingers massaged my vulnerable spot, torturing me with slow, loving caresses and presses, making my knees quiver around her. I was whining, then I was panting, then I was crying out, gripping the stool with all my might, exalting to the ceiling with my back curving so that my spine could savor the ecstasy shooting through my nerves. The pressure burst, the waves crashed down, and I was assaulted with a double-dose of climactic sensations. I gritted my teeth against the torrent, and clung to my perch like it was a life-raft in the storm.

Cum rushed to my tip, and exploded down my mother's throat. She pressed her nose and mouth into my base, taking my pulsating head into her neck, and she swallowed around me, drinking every drop. Her fingers became wet and sticky with my gushing release of feminine nectar, my salivating netherlips secreting onto her upturned palm. As I ejected my bodily fluids, Mom gently nurtured me through my ascension, staring up at me with such covetousness, such love. When I finally went loose with a gasp, she popped my cock free of her mouth, collected the last ropes of cum, and comingled them with my womanly syrup when she sucked her fingers clean.

"Um... Lydia?" came a masculine voice from the doorway. Lord Sherman Huntiata stood there, an empty coffee cup in his hand, his mouth gaping open.

Mom whipped around; her expression mortified, her state so compromising that it was hilarious. Her glazed tits jiggled, loosening the bed of doughnut crumbs from her cleavage onto the floor. She tripped on her sudden her heel pivot, and landed on her knees. Her skirt hiked up, shot past her ass to expose her alabaster cheeks, and in a vain attempt to catch herself, pull down her skirt, and pull up her bodice all at once, Mom ended up sprawled out on the kitchen floor, failing to have achieved any of her objectives. She groaned in utter defeat. "Hello, Sherman."

Huntiata looked from my mom, to me with my skirt at my hips and my spit-sheened cock wobbling in the air, then back to my mom. Mom buried her face in her hands, and curled into a little ball of humiliation on the floor. "Sherman," she said into her palms, "I really don't know how to deal with this, so I'm going to pretend you're not here right now, if that's OK with you."

"That's perfectly understandable."

"Please leave now."

"Sure, let me just..." He stepped awkwardly into the kitchen, and tiptoed around the noble lady curled in the middle of the floor, "...get my coffee, and I'll be... I'll be out of your hair."

"Need some cream?" I giggled.

He screwed up his lips at me. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Oh, I am." Mom groaned on the floor.

"Not you, Lydia." Huntiata said, then scowled back at me, "Your own mother, Elena?!"

"Hey, she started it!"

"I don't believe that for a second."

I turned to the woman lying on the floor. "Mom...?"

"She seduced me with her dark-elf magic!" Mom cried.

"MOM!"

"My own child has used her temptress powers upon me! Oh, what is the world coming to?!" Mom bemoaned into her hands.

"It's not your fault, Lydia." Huntiata said with a bit too much compassion.

I gave Huntiata a frank look, and he cracked a smirk. He reached across me for the pot of coffee, and my hands somehow found themselves under his shirt. I didn't need to fish into his pants, for his rigid cock was tucked upward behind his waistband, and his belly was sticky with cum.

"How long were you watching us?" I whispered as he loudly poured his cup.

"The whole time," he muttered back, and loudly clanked some dishes.

"You didn't have to do that to my poor mom; you could've walked away."

He dropped a fork with a clatter. "I couldn't resist a chance to blackmail you."

I grinned. "And what's the price for you to continue this charade?"

"Your coronation night belongs to me, Your Highness."

"Such a steep price."

"But you'll gladly pay it." He growled into my ear, and flexed his cock in my hand. I growled back, and gave him a squeeze, then he pulled his shirt back over his manhood, and walked away.

"These hybrids are a wicked breed, Lydia." Huntiata said as he walked past her, "They put a spell on their victims that makes them lose their minds. You can't be blamed for what your daughter did to you. She did it to me too." He looked back at me with a sneer, "Oh, what horrors she exhibited upon me." He left without another word, loudly slurping his coffee.

Mom peeked out from between her fingers. "Is he gone?"

"Yeah, he's gone, you backstabbing bitch." I snickered.

She turned even redder. "I'm sorry, Elena. I didn't know how to react. Forgive me?"

I rolled my eyes, "Goddamn it, you're so fucking hot when you're embarrassed."

She beamed at me, and wiggled her ass, twerking her eyebrows suggestively. "I can make it up to you right here on the kitchen floor. Come down here, baby-girl; let Mommy show you how sorry she can be."

I sighed, climbed down the stool, and crawled over to her. It was no use; she had a spell on me.

YAVARA

I cast healing spell after healing spell into the arena, watching the horrific show with a guilty fascination, and an even guiltier arousal. Somewhere in our primeval psyche, sex and violence, ecstasy and agony, blood and cum all comingled. It was some grizzly death-metal shit, but it was beautiful in a way. Leveria and Soraya's orgasmic screams were so tortured and exultant that I wondered if the ground was split in an infernal chasm, and demons would pour onto the arena sands. For certain, this display belonged in the underworld, and so did everyone who was watching it.

"Why can't I stop watching?" Kiera groaned, peeking between her fingers as she cringed in her chair. Brianna was between her legs, sucking with a carnal voracity I'd never seen her exhibit before. She hummed in harmony with the screams, squatting low to sit on Faltia's face. Faltia was wiggling naked on the floor, entranced by the horrific sounds filtering into her ears from between Brianna's spread cheeks, her moans dripping from her occupied mouth. Animals, all of them, swept so easily away into their wildness by the pure brutality that carried from the arena sands, that awakened those baser instincts. Kill. Eat. Fuck.

"Don't let me come, Furia!" Eva growled through gritted teeth, the desperation strangling her voice. Her cock was so rigid that it pointed directly upward, and it was purple above the cock-ring that held her orgasm inside, pulsing and throbbing, so full of anger that it looked near to bursting. Her pussy was unattended, but her ass was stretched wide, stuffed with Furia's thick meat. The alpha hermaphrodite fucked the sadist with slow, powerful thrusts. She was dominating to Eva, but not abusive. She held Eva's hands behind her back, not letting her touch the organ throbbing agonizingly between her legs, and she fucked her; each thrust distending Eva's already-pregnant belly, each thrust squishing Eva's fat ass into Furia's crotch, each thrust violently milking Eva's poor prostate, filling her obstructed cock with even more cum, building the pressure, building it, building it, building it.

Furia placed a loving kiss on the nape of her bitch's neck. "You won't come, Eva," she whispered so sweetly, "You'll beg, and whimper, and cry, but I won't let you, because I love you."

"Thank you!" Eva sobbed, so tortured by her rising ecstasy that she leaked from every hole.

"Now squeeze that little shithole tighter, you pathetic faggot." Furia sang.

Eva clenched visibly, every tendon and muscle standing taut, and Furia groaned in satisfaction, and rewarded her victim with deeper, harder thrusts. Her cock was sheened with Eva's anal secretion, disgusting and beautiful, a nectarous miasma. My mouth watered. I connected eyes with Furia from over Eva's shoulder. I wouldn't dare intrude; what the hybrids had with each other was special, and I knew I had to ease myself into the group if I ever wanted to have that same connection. I would wait my turn, but god, it was hard. I was hot everywhere. My breath seemed to fog from me, my clothes were so stifling, and the sweat dripped from me like dew. I was so wet. My pussy salivated, its inner cavern opening within me, aching with a vacancy worse than starvation. My asshole puckered and popped, the flexible channel convulsing to be unnaturally filled, such a corrupted hunger. All the while, Soraya and Eva screamed as they were tortured, their bodies brutalized, mutilated, opened and twisted as they were forced to come over, and over, and over again. How intense were their orgasms, I wondered? Would it be worth the pain and horror just to feel an ecstasy so purely distilled?

"She's magnificent." Eva gasped, watching the display with tears in her eyes, "My angel. She deserves every drop I can give her tonight, so Furia, milk me like a cow, and don't let me climax! Oh god, fuck my asshole until I shit cum!"

Furia couldn't hold back any longer. She wrapped one hand around Eva's throat as she stiffened her grip around her bound wrists, and she hitched her pelvis forward to send a fury of thrusts into Eva's ruined anus. I watched with bated breath as Eva flailed and writhed, her breasts jiggling in their leather straps, her pregnant belly flexing and distending, her hips oscillating to a jerking, violent rhythm. Her platinum hair cascaded with each ferocious bounce, and her cock quivered like an antenna, pulsing and throbbing so terribly that I thought it might burst. Furia's thick meat drove like a piston, indenting Eva's pelvic floor, then jutting it with a pop, causing Eva's leaking red pussy to open and close, the slit so dilated with arousal that I could see clearly inside of her. I could see her glistening vaginal floor bulging with cock, the impression of it moving up and down, up and down, coercing the feminine nectar from Eva's cunt until she reared back her head, and screeched.

She came, but not with her cock. Her female organ blushed until it was crimson, then unfurled its petals like a blooming rose. Her second urethra shot out a stream of release that doused Faltia's wiggling body below her, and she collapsed atop Furia with a whine. White milk leaked from the tight seal of her penetration, and ran in thick rivulets into Furia's yawning pussy. Furia groaned in satisfaction, then looked to me with an expectant gaze.

I crawled to her. On my way, I shared a kiss with Brianna and Faltia, and let them put their fingers inside me. With Brianna's knuckles opening my asshole, and Faltia's four fingers curling inside my fluttering pussy, I knelt at the altar of Furia and Eva, and awaited my baptism. Furia pulled her cock out of Eva's ass, and Eva pushed. Her anus prolapsed beautifully, outturning into a bud of glistening rosy flesh that birthed a gout of milk into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the protrusion, lathered my tongue into its folds, and sucked hedonistically. Eva groaned; the sound nearly mournful coming from her raspy voice. I played her like an instrument, making her sing and sigh, making her hips rotate with the circling of my tongue. It was easy to make her pussy come a second time, and I didn't even have to touch it. She sobbed like a debased whore atop Furia's lap, thrusting her bulging cock frustratedly as she showered my face with her vaginal release.

Furia eased Eva off her lap, and the sadistic hermaphrodite stumbled into the pile of Faltia, Brianna and Kiera. They moved sensually upon her; Brianna sucking her nipples, Faltia splitting her cheeks to taste the inside rim of her yawning anus, and Kiera thrusting her cock deep into her pussy, but they would not touch her manhood. That tortured organ stayed purple and throbbing, wagging in defiance of gravity about its golden ring.

"Come to me, Yavara." Furia whispered huskily, beckoning upward. I licked my way up her taint, parting her slit with my tongue before lathering her tattooed cock, tasting Eva's ass anew, cleaning the cum from the shaft. I sucked her indulgently for a minute, bringing her to her full potential before I crawled up her magnificent body, my hands forming around her pregnant belly before cupping her full breasts, my thumbs caressing her nipples before all my fingers played through her platinum hair, taking the back of her head, bringing her kiss to my mouth. She was so sensual with her dominance, placating me expertly, embracing me firmly, but tenderly. I was squished into her breasts, my corset hugging my torso, pressing her cock between us. Her hands trailed down my back, parted my succulent cheeks, and moved between them.