Queen Yavara Ch. 53

Oh, her fingers. They were delicate and slender, and they fit so easily into my aperture. Pop, pop, pop, went the knuckles through my tight hole, her tips pressing into the smooth, tender flesh, opening me so easily. I groaned, and pushed my pelvis against her, grinding against her shaft, wetting it with my netherlips. I could feel her pulse between my legs, the enticing heat of her, the rage of her masculinity throbbing into me. I smeared my lust back and forth across her, dancing to the whim of her fingers. They pried me open, stretched me gaping, and curled inside to knead the rectal muscles until I was spasming with delight.

"Oh, Furia!" I whined. Leveria screamed in agony, and my arousal was only heightened. So was my desperation. "Furia!" I cried, touching our brows, staring into her eyes, "love me."

She pushed inside me, and I groaned in satisfaction. My groan became a moan as my insides were stretched, and my moan became a gasp when my bottom was pushed in. My thighs quivered around hers, and my ass clamped a fleshy vice about her fingers, sucking them deeper into my sinful hole.

Furia tilted her head curiously. "Love you, Yavara?" She whispered, "I think I'd rather just fuck you."

She pulled one hand out of my ass, gripped my hair with her filthy fingers, and wrenched my head back. I cried out in delight, mouthing breathlessly, taken by the heat of sex, ignoring the pain of rejection. A whip crack sounded. Leveria sobbed. The crowd roared. Furia licked me from collar to cheek, pathing the vulnerable bow of my throat in her dominance. Another whip cracked. Leveria cried out. The crowd booed. They wanted more. Furia drove into my cunt with a ferocious series of thrusts, punching her tip into my cervix, bouncing me off her lap. I was screaming in delight, tears veiling my eyes as she pulled my hair tighter, and tighter.

A chain clanked. Leveria begged. The crowd roared. Furia pressed me against the wall, my tailbone cushioned against her wrist so that her entire fist could twist into my shithole, stretching it, the knuckles pressing against her driving cock from the wrong side. She was face to face with me now, and I snarled into her muzzle, and kissed her hard and fiercely. Furia bit into my lip. Her teeth were fangs now, her eyes red. So were mine. The shade of the canopy blocked the sun, but we didn't need to transform all the way. We just needed to show the rage. We just needed to taste the blood. The chain was tightened with a crank. Leveria begged louder. The crowd roared even louder.

Furia spun me around, pressing me into the wall, my cheek digging into the stone, my breasts flattening into rough granite. I panted desperately, opening my legs wide to bring her pumping cock deeper, to feel its thick underside rub roughly against my throbbing clit. The crank clanged along its gears. Leveria blubbered out a plea. The crowd laughed. Furia's breasts squished wetly against my back, her heart thundering, her breath hot upon my neck. She plunged her fangs into me, and drank. I snarled, clawing deep grooves into the wall, my nails now sharper than swords, and stronger than steel. The crank clanked. Leveria screeched. The crown roared. Furia pounded against me, my ass squishing and deforming into my arched back, my pussy squelching with each impaling thrust, my belly distending. I was coming, my mind becoming a fever of lust, my voice carrying higher and higher. The crank clicked into place. Leveria's shriek sputtered out. The crowd waited in rapt silence. Furia panted against the back of my neck. Her fist thrusted into my clenching shithole. Her cock split my insides, engorged me with her meat, filled me until I was breathless. So close. So very close. Something metal thudded into something soft. Leveria's shriek split the air. The crowd became a crescendo. I came.

I came so violently that I fell to my knees, and Furia had to descend with me, taking advantage of my spreading cheeks to do such terrible, wonderful things to me. She thrusted her cock and fist into my holes, my pelvic floor distended with every forceful pull, my asshole clung to her like a sucking mouth, my pussy-lips pulled from my slit to lather her in my feminine saliva. I pissed my orgasm onto the rocks, shuddering as I screamed, clenching around Furia to milk the seed from her loins. She burst inside me, and collapsed into my back, whining weak girlish tones as she emptied herself deep into my womb. We heaved together with each thrust, rocking in our quivering state, easing slowly down from the bliss of insanity.

When it was done, I turned my face to hers. She cupped it tenderly, and brought our lips together. She wanted to reassure me, I could tell, but that was all she could do. Now that the passion was gone, there was very little left in its wake. When she pulled out of me, I licked her fingers and cock clean, but she seemed disinterested in the display. She kissed me a second time, then walked over to the balcony, and cross her arms over her naked breasts. Leveria's scream died to a sob, and the crowd applauded her suffering. Furia frowned, and left the royal box.

ZANDER

It felt like a lifetime had gone by since I'd last scene Certiok Terdini. The teenage orc princess looked like she'd aged right out of her twenties in that timespan. First her father, then her husband, then her father-in-law, then her surrogate mother and child. War took its toll on everyone, but it took more from some than others.

"The queen asked about you." I said.

"Did she?" Certiok spat, smoking a cigarette as she looked out from her mansion. Though the house was lavish, it was still very tribal. Fertility statues, animal carcasses, weapons and sex toys littered the abode, as well as several syringes, pipes, and ashtrays.

I stepped beside her, and watched the anarchistic debauchery play out in the streets below. "You're upset with her. Why?"

"I'm not upset with her," Certiok muttered, "I just wish she would leave me alone. She puts everyone on edge." She flicked the ash from her square, "She tried to fuck me after she told me about Brock."

"That sounds like her."

"She got mad when I wouldn't do it. Like, I just learned that the last member of my family is dead, and you think now is a good time to stick your tongue inside me?!"

"You know it's how she is. It's how all dark-elves are."

"No, it's not." Certiok muttered, "The hybrids are a bunch of nymphos, sure, but they understand restraint." She let out a long plume of smoke. "Anyway, I gave Yavara what she wanted. Didn't have a choice, did I? Who would even bat an eye if she blew me to pieces?"

"You know she would never do that."

She flicked ash. "Maybe."

"The hybrids will mellow her. She just needs some time."

She scoffed. "The hybrids are nothing without Adrianna, and you know it." She put her hand on her hip when she looked at me. "You could've swept it under the rug, you know. The whole Prince Matthew thing."

"And just ignore the fleet heading our way?"

"You could've made something up. You got an anonymous tip. A spy in the Lowlands told you."

"I wasn't letting a traitor live."

"She carried my daughter!" She snarled, "Trenok's daughter, you fucking monster!"

I stayed silent, and waited for Certiok's anger to subside. It didn't. "She did more for Alkandra than Yavara ever did!" she yelled, "She built this city! She tamed the tribes! She founded a fucking nation! Who cares about some Lowland prince?! He was dead anyway! And now, while an enemy fleet bears down on us, our benevolent queen is giving the whole city a show instead of preparing for battle!"

"The horde will be here by nightfall."

"And the enemy will be here a day later."

"We'll be ready for them."

"So confident," she hissed, "but the greatest obstacle to our victory has never been the enemy, Zander."

Leveria's scream echoed from the arena, and the crowd's roar of approval followed.

"Anyway," she grumbled, turning back to the window, "you can leave. Don't bother coming to visit again; my door is locked to you."

"Adrianna is alive." I said so quietly that I wasn't sure if Certiok heard it.

Certiok cocked her head, then slowly turned to face me. Her black eyes were narrowed, staring right into my skull through my eyes. "What did you say?" She hissed.

"I let Adrianna go. Your baby still lives."

Tears welled in her eyes. "Bullshit!" she spat.

"I'm telling you this because I need you, Certiok."

"You go to hell, Zander!" Certiok screamed, though there was a sob in it, "You go straight to fucking hell!"

"If Yavara knew, she'd kill me. I'm trusting you with this."

She quivered; her fists clenched. "Get out right now."

"I'm telling the truth."

"I said to get the fuck out."

"I need your help to rescue Leveria." I said so fast that it seemed to vomit from me.

Certiok's wrath dimmed to give way to confusion. "You... need to rescue Leveria Tiadoa."

I took a deep breath through my nostrils. "Yes."

"Why?"

"Because she was the one who was meant to carry Alkandi's soul, not Yavara. She is the true Dark Queen."

Certiok blinked. "Zander, that makes absolutely no fucking sense."

"I could explain it you in excruciating detail, and it still wouldn't make any sense, but it's true. It was Brock who told me."

"You're just a crazy old man."

"I know."

"I'm not going to risk my life for a crazy old man."

"If you ever want to see your daughter, I suggest you rethink that."

She threw a dagger across the room with such speed that I didn't even have time to blink before it bounced off my arcane shield. "My daughter is dead, you murdering bastard! Now why don't you go after her?!"

"No, Certiok." I muttered, and lowered my shield as she readied the next dagger, "She's alive, and so is her mother. You can call me a liar, you can try to kill me all you want, but it won't make what I say any less false, and my regret will keep me alive just to spite you."

She snarled. It might've been a smile. "Eat shit."

"I'm not leaving until you help me." I sat in the chair.

She stayed poised to throw; her arm frozen behind her head, her elbow cocked. Then, she lowered the weapon. She walked across the room, and sat in the chair opposite me. She studied me for a long time, then growled, "Well? Fucking talk!"

LEVERIA

Soraya hadn't left my side the whole day. She'd held my hand throughout every torture we endured. At times, she was my only lifeline to sanity, for I might've been consumed in the agony otherwise. Now, she rested beside me in my jailcell bed, staring vacantly at the ceiling as I did the same. The things that had been done to us were beyond description, but in the depths of such horror, there was an unspeakable sexuality. The orgasms I'd had were so intense that they took me to a higher plane. The pain I endured titillated me in a terrible way, and the mutilation I witnessed upon my own flesh was arousing in the most depraved fashion. Now that it was over, I quivered beside the hybrid, my body healed, but my mind nearly shattered.

"Your scream is so pure, Leveria." Soraya whispered beside me.

"Thank you." I croaked back, not knowing what she meant.

She took a very slow breath in, and let it out with equal slowness, savoring it. "I have never felt such peace before in my whole life than in this moment. It's like the world is standing still. Do you feel it?"

"Yes." Every sensation was heightened, my sense all brought to a keen edge, but there was no anxiety to go with it. It was like that moment of strange exhilaration I felt when I first murdered with my own hands, killing my father, only it was so much greater. The bed was soft and cool upon my flesh, and the draft of the dungeon caressed me delightfully. Soraya had been bathed in milk, and her flesh was so supple that it seemed to mold against mine. Her hair smelled of lavender, and her whistling breaths were like a soft song in my ear.

"Eva is waiting for you." I whispered.

"She can continue to wait." Soraya whispered back, and rotated softly beside me. She was almost timid next to me, though we were both naked. She assessed my body with reverence, taking-in every rise and dip of my form, canvasing my flesh with her eyes. She extended her pointer finger, and with the barest touch, she drew patterns on the places where I'd been tormented. The memory of the pain was still fresh, and though her caress spurred it to my nerves, it also seemed to erase it, replacing it with her tender finger.

"We went to some very dark places together, you and I." She mused with her soft voice.

"The darkest places."

"I was so glad that you were there with me," she smiled sweetly, "I don't think I could've done it alone."

I held out my hand, and splayed my fingers. "I'm glad you were there too." I whispered hoarsely.

She interlocked her fingers with mine, and we clasped our hands. She seemed fascinated with their union, for she stared at them for a long moment.

"Soraya?" I asked.

"I've never felt so close to someone before in my life."

"You're kind of crazy, you know that?"

"I do," she whispered, turning our hands over at the wrist, "but so are you."

She brought our joined hands to her lips, and tenderly kissed each knuckle. When she finished at my thumb, she looked at me from beneath her long lashes. "I don't want you to die."

"We don't have a choice."

"There's always a choice, Leveria." She rested our hands between my breasts, then carefully moved atop me. She was so gentle in every motion, nearly timid. Every touch was a caress, and it felt like a phantom was straddling my thighs when she interlocked our legs. She eased her weight onto me, then gradually dipped low. Her nipples brushed along my tummy, then the domes of my breasts, then rubbed my own nipples, now stiff with arousal. She hovered over me for a second, her blonde hair curtaining our faces, her blue eyes staring down into mine. Then, she lowered herself, pressing her belly to mine, squishing our breasts together, joining our crotches to feel the soft wet fire between our legs. Her lips opened, and she kissed me. It was so gentle, her docile tongue moving with grace into my mouth, her butterfly lips barely touching mine. I kissed her back with equal care, playing with our heightened senses, not exerting an ounce of force.

It was how we made love that night. When she turned about my body to present the delicious options between her cheeks, I planted tender pecks through her crack before I feasted upon her anus. She did the same, licking my vile hole with subtle swirls, curiously probing and exploring, but not devouring me with hedonistic avarice. And when we moved to each other's pussies, we paid special attention to the petals that lined the blushing entrance before we moved to the budding clit. There, we moaned softly as our lips smacked and slurped, for we sucked tenderly upon the throbbing nodes, gradually bringing each other to the precipice. We pushed our fingers into each other's asses, careful not to stretch them too much. Her pink spokes smoothed when I added a third finger to her moist anus, and I knew by the quiver of her thighs, that she was at the very edge of discomfort. There would be no pain tonight. Carefully, I rotated my fingers inside of her, my knuckles popping in and out, giving her the grotesque massage that made her purr. I did this as I moved my tongue into her slit, lathering every inch of her pink flower before dipping into her ovule. She gasped when I entered her, and I did the same. Our tongues curled within the other, testing the flavor, enjoying the taste. We ventured deeper and deeper, swirling our exploratory members, gently stretching the entrance until our lips pressed around it. Through muffled moans of pure bliss, we began bringing the other to orgasm.

Our whines and whimpers filtered out. Our knuckles squelched as they twisted into coiling pink rectums. Our mouths slurped subtly, and our tongues flicked wetly. Our bodies undulated together, a small wave that moved from her mouth and my pussy, down her breasts and my belly, up her belly and my breasts, and ended with her pressing her pussy down on my mouth. Our other hands were still linked, still holding in solidarity of the other, a connection of the utmost empathy. Whatever she would feel, I would feel. Our grips tightened. Our whimpers grew louder. Our undulation became deeper. Her pussy tightened and clenched around my face, her ass squeezed and pulsed around my hand. I felt the pressure rising in my nethers, ballooning outward, suffusing my limbs with a pleasant lassitude until I was paralyzed in the blissful wave. I came with a squirt, showering her face, and she did the same. Our voices harmonized, and we quaked in pleasure for a perfect moment.

Then, it faded, and with it, faded the heightened sense of things we shared. As our decelerating breaths sounded in the cell, our fingers became unlinked. She slid off of me, suddenly a stranger, and she would not look back. Just like the others, Soraya left me alone as a condemned woman. But I knew she'd be thinking about me all night long.

I lounged in my bed, licking Soraya off my lips. My eyes caught the twinkle of the gemstone in the corner.

"Still watching me, old man?" I asked with a lazy smile, "I put on a hell of show, don't I?"

Of course, the gemstone just twinkled back.

"You think I enjoyed what they did to me out there?!" I scoffed, "I'm going to need to see a therapist for at least a year to get over it!"

The gemstone was nonresponsive.

"So what if I came? Orgasming is just stimulus; it doesn't mean I liked it." I scowled at the gemstone, "What kind of woman comes when she's being tortured, you ask? Well, a stressed-out one, maybe. I don't fucking know, OK?! But I didn't fucking like it!"

"Who are you talking to, little queen?" A sardonic voice asked.

I looked over my shoulder to see an eight-foot tall figure looming in my cell. He'd gotten inside it without making a sound. His eyes were crimson, and his flesh was as pale as death. I suppressed a shudder.

"Drake Titus, I take it?" I asked.

"Indeed." He bowed grandly, then walked over to where I was lying in bed, and peered at the gemstone in the corner. "Ah, you're being spied on. Is Zander Fredeon your resident voyeur then?"

"Yes."

"But this is not an astral communicator, so you're simply intuiting his responses in your mad ravings?"

"I guess I am."

"Fascinating." He mused, and sat beside me. I curled into a ball, and he chuckled, peeling away the sheets to expose my nudity. "It's quite an interesting time to be modest, little queen, especially when I've not only seen all of you, but I've seen quite a bit of your insides as well."

"You scare me."

"As well I should; I'm a terrifying individual." He grinned, his fangs showing.

"Why are you here?"

He pulled out a long cigarette holder, and lit the end. After contemplating the thin wisps of smoke for a while, he said, "In all my centuries of life, I've never been in love before. I thought I loved my blood-mother, but in truth, the relationship was... well it was downright abusive. It wasn't until I got to know Adrianna that I at least understood what love could be." He gestured to the gemstone in the corner, "I tried to kill Zander when I heard he'd executed her. I almost did it. Then, he told me she was alive. Not only did he tell me that, but he also told me that you were meant to be the Dark Queen."

"Zander's a delusional old bastard."

"Yes, but he's also likely the smartest man in the world, so where does that leave us?" Titus chuckled, "Who you were meant to be matters very little anyway; it's who you are that matters." He studied me curiously, "Rumor has it that you're becoming quite popular with our hybrids. I sure hope for your sake that Yavara doesn't hear that rumor." He flicked the ash from his square, "I've heard another rumor—a more scandalous one even than the last. I heard that you and Elena Straltaira had a romantic relationship."