Queen Yavara Ch. 54

"I have more questions for you, Elena."

"Ask them," she said breathily, not taking her eyes off me.

"What are you thinking about right now that is arousing you?"

"I'm not thinking about anything," she gasped, "I'm just looking at you."

I blushed all over, but I didn't cringe away. My embarrassed reaction seemed to have quite the effect on Elena, for she bit her lip and moaned. It gave me a strange sort of thrill to know that an involuntary moment of emotion could do so much to her arousal. Here was a hybrid of Alkandra, a beast renowned across the land for her sexual prowess, and I didn't even have to touch her to make her moan. My anxiety was slowly becoming excitement.

"Do you want to see what's beneath my robe?" I asked with a raised brow.

"So much!" She groaned, and twisted her hips about her self-violating fingers.

"Come closer then." I commanded softly. She got on her knees, and crawled toward me until I said, "stop!" sharply, and she halted. "Continue masturbating." I said, and she did so while on her knees, stroking and fingering herself with a needful, supplicant expression on her slutty face.

I let my robe fall from one shoulder, then from the other. I shimmied slowly from my garment, watching Elena watch me, savoring the way her blue eyes captivatedly traveled down my revealed flesh. My robe sloped along my breasts, then hung for a teasing moment about the points of my nipples, before falling to my hips. Elena's eyes feasted upon my bare breasts, and though I felt horribly exposed, I was not compelled to hide them with a concealing forearm. In fact, I squished them together with my biceps as I angled the fingers of both hands inside of me, giving her a show of my nipples as they rotated along the sensuous axis perpetuated by my rubbing arms.

"Do you like looking at my tits?" I asked her softly.

"Yes," she whispered reverently.

"You want to touch them, don't you?"

"Yes!"

I grinned, and shifted my buttocks backward, sliding myself out of my robe until I was nearly wholly exposed. I gave Elena a teasing wink, then shifted backward another inch, and let her see all of me. She stared hungrily at my virgin pussy, now occupied with two fingers from each hand as I deformed the entrance with pressing digits and rolling knuckles, splaying open the dark pink insides within. My heart beat rapidly in my chest the longer I was exposed, and my excitement turned to anxiety when I realized what was about to happen. Before I even knew it, all sensuality dwindled from me. I let out a groan, pulled out my fingers, and pulled on my robe.

"Shit," I muttered, "I can't do this, Elena."

"There's no rush," she whispered, ceasing her masturbation to kneel before me.

"We could stay here for eternity, and I still wouldn't work up the courage," I sighed, "I guess I'm destined to die a virgin."

Elena cleared her throat. "There are some women who need to be... forced."

My gaze shot to hers. "What?!"

"Just to get over that hump. I was like that my first time. So was Yavara." Elena shrugged with a smile, "If you want, I could do that."

"I'm not giving you permission to rape me!" I scoffed, "Good god, Elena."

"I have another idea."

"I'm not sure I want to hear it now."

"You could watch me do it with someone else." Elena smiled crookedly.

I opened my mouth to exclaim my disgust, but then I paused, and considered the option. My fingers snuck back into my crotch, and gently prodded my erect clitoris. "Get her in here," I said.

A minute later, a very confused Lady Lydia Straltaira was standing at the foot of the bed in her nightgown.

"I didn't agree to this," she grumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"Do it for me?" Elena batted her lashes up at her mother.

Lady Lydia scowled down at her daughter. "You know you're trying to prostitute your own mother, right?"

"I guess that means I deserve a spanking," Elena giggled, and wiggled her voluptuous little body in a way that sparked a fire in her mother's eyes.

Lydia looked from her hermaphroditic daughter, to me. "You really want to watch this after all you've said?"

"It's still abhorrent and disgusting, my lady," I sneered, "but I rather find I'm in the mood for abhorrent and disgusting things."

"C'mon, Mommy," Elena cooed, "tell me honestly that this doesn't excite you."

"I'm not an exhibitionist."

"How do you know?" Elena grinned evilly, and with a little lick of her lips, she broke her mother's will.

Lady Lydia smiled crookedly, then pulled her nightgown off her shoulders. She was only five years my senior, but her body showed the age mine did not. Little stress lines marred her breasts and tummy, and slight blemishes colored her complexion. But that was nitpicky; Lydia Straltaira was a beautifully curvaceous woman, and her age gave her soft bows and bends a sultry elegance that could not be expressed in youth. It struck me nearly to my core to see her—the woman I had considered to be the prototype of noble propriety and grace—to be so flagrant with her sexuality, and she smirked at me when she saw me gazing at her. She rather enjoyed my reaction. She climbed upon the bed, and at her daughter's bidding, she knelt before me as Elena did.

Elena took her mother's hand, then turned excitedly to me. "What do you want us to do?" she asked.

I puzzled over the incestuous couple, then said, "I'm rather curious how a mother and daughter kiss."

Lady Lydia took the lead before Elena could, and framed her daughter's face in her hands. She opened her mouth as Elena did, then extended her tongue, and painted Elena's awaiting lips with a swirl. Elena's tongue slithered from her mouth to intercept, and they snaked together in a slippery embrace as their mouths came together. I hadn't expected such a vulgar display right away, and I was taken aback when they began moaning between their smacking lips. Their hands clambered all over one another, squeezing and gripping flesh, lacing and tugging hair. They rotated their faces about the axis of their sloppy exchange, then opened their lustful eyes, and smiled against one another. When they parted, their faces were so flushed that they were nearly the same color. I didn't realize until it was over that I'd been furiously touching myself beneath my robe.

"What now, my lady?" Lady Lydia asked.

I chewed on my lip, contemplating the pair. "Proceed as you normally would."

Lydia turned toward her daughter, and grinned. Elena, despite all her experience and prowess, willowed beneath her mother's leering gaze, and spread her legs with a vulnerably inviting whimper. Lydia stroked the length of her daughter's rigid shaft, then continued past it, and penetrated Elena's salivating pussy. Elena groaned delightedly, and curled like a babe into her mother's embrace. She nursed from Lydia, and Lydia moaned in soft pleasure as she tenderly, but dominatingly violated her daughter to the bottom knuckles.

"Do you want Mommy to play with your ass tonight?" Lydia lovingly asked Elena.

Elena didn't stop nursing, but simply smiled around the nipple in her mouth, and nodded. Lydia's pinky and ring fingers slid easily into her daughter's pink anus, which seemed to swallow them hole before clamping down tight enough that her rim tented from her pelvic floor with each of her mother's extracting pulls. As she plundered her daughter's sinful hole, Lydia did wonders to her pussy, stirring it until the petals were blushing like a rose, pressing against the ribbed ceiling to deliver spasmatic shots into her daughter's belly. With her other hand, she grasped Elena's stiff cock, and stroked it with rolling passes of her wrist, massaging the entire length until it was quivering with engorgement.

"Make her come." I whispered so quietly, wanting to give out my command without disturbing the moment.

Lydia continued her gentle assault. She penetrated her daughter's pussy until it was squelching, expelling viscous rivulets down the goosebumps of her taint before lubricating her anal violation. She stroked her daughter's cock until was flexing with convulsions, and her pelvic floor was popping with the spasms of her tortured prostate. With a muffled cry and an arched back, Elena orgasmed from every part. Her anus clenched around Lydia's fingers until the knuckles were white, her pussy expelled a steady stream of fluid, and her cock pumped thick ropes of semen onto her own belly and breasts, splattering her in frosting until she was left desecrated and quivering.

"What now?" Lydia whispered to me heatedly; her eyes wild, unable to contain their desire for my body. Why the fuck did I still have my robe on?! I unshouldered my robe, and shimmied out of it until I was naked before the two Straltaira women, my guilty hand delivering shameful little fingers to my sinful little pussy.

"Pleasure her with your mouth!" I moaned.

Elena giggled delightedly, and Lydia laid her daughter down on the mattress. Like a grooming mother lioness, she licked her cub clean, collecting all that had been expelled into her mouth and swallowing it before the doting gaze of her daughter. When she was done, she kissed Elena once more, and passed a volume of cum between their smiling lips. They indulged each other for a very long time, then Lydia descended Elena's body. She kissed a path along Elena's throat, collar, nipples and belly, then licked down her pelvis. Lydia's back bowed as she did this, her thick ass protruding as she sat upon her heels, showing me all that was between her cheeks. She looked at me, smiled when she saw what I was looking at, then, keeping eye-contact with me, she wrapped her lips around her daughter's cock, and slowly slid them down.

"Suck it, Mommy!" Elena groaned, knitting her fingers into her mother's hair. Lydia moaned in response, and rotated her lips around Elena's base, sounding out a symphony of slurps. She rose slowly, her cheeks going gaunt, then she stopped at Elena's crease, rotated, and went down again. I didn't know how long she did it for, but I was entranced for the duration. I gazed upon Elena's throbbing organ as it was devoured and then revealed with lethargic and sensuous passes, each one creating strings of spit that stretched from their joined crotch and mouth. Elena whimpered and whined, seemingly a tortured captive to the pleasure her mother dealt her. She bowed her back vulnerably, displaying her jiggling breasts to the ceiling, twisting her athletic torso to show all the wonderful contours of her abdomen. As she writhed in torpid ecstasy, her soft calls grew higher and higher, becoming cries of delight that quaked with intensity.

I understood it now; it was all about power. One partner had to submit, and the other had to dominate. No matter how loving and tender the moment was, it was a game of power. When one woman gave power to the other, she made herself a slave to the other's desires, but when the other accepted the power that was given, she took on the responsibility of satisfying her captive. The dynamics could change on a whim, but the action was always the same. Give and take; accept and deliver. It was something I was very familiar with as a noble. Like all things in life, sex was just a game of power, only this was distilled to its purest, most carnal form.

"Mommy, you're making me come!" Elena moaned. Lydia subdued her daughter's attempted thrusts by pressing down on her hips, and as Elena whined in distress, Lydia milked her. She pushed her middle finger into her daughter's anus, which opened to accept her and closed to embrace her, and she curled the digit within to squeeze all the nectar out. Elena sobbed ecstatically, covering her face with her hands like she could not believe the sensations coursing through her, and Lydia slurped and swallowed her daughter's second expulsion until Elena's cock was left red and swollen, but still magically rigid. I knew enough about lust from hearsay to know that it was rare for a man to perform after one climax, but Elena was still eager for more after two. She stared lustfully at her mother, then they both looked back at me.

"What now, my lady?" Lydia asked me expectantly. Her eyes were possessed of me now, leering upon my feminine bows and curves with an avariciousness I would never have thought possible from her.

"We have known each other for many years, Lady Straltaira." I said.

"We have."

"Did you always secretly look upon me like this?"

She cocked her head, and let her smile turn crooked. "Often."

"Is it women you desire?"

"It is."

"I think... I think I am beginning to desire women as well."

Lydia chuckled sultrily. "If there is one thing my daughter has taught me these past few days, it is that there is beauty in all shades and shapes, and it is only our preconceptions that limit our perception of it. I never thought I'd so cherish a penis, but..." she licked Elena vulgarly from base to tip, watching me as she did it, "...now I don't think I can live without this. Now, what do you want me to do to her?"

"Fuck her." I breathed.

Lydia and Elena grinned at me, then each other. Lydia crawled up her daughter's body, sliding her hand up her daughter's breasts, cupping one with a gentle squeeze as the other hand moved to Elena's mouth so that Elena could suck the middle finger that had been in her ass. As she did this, Elena filled her hands with her mother's pillowing breasts and squeezed until her digits disappeared in the succulent mammary fat. Sighing contentedly, Lydia raised herself, and lined Elena's cock up against her pussy. She looked back at me then. In the gaze she gave me, I saw nothing of the Lydia Straltaira I had known for so long. Her elegant features were corrupted in a wicked leering gaze, so evil and carnal that she seemed a different person entirely. It intimidated me, but it also roused something dark within me, something that compelled my juices to flow between my masturbating fingers, something that made me look back at her with an expression that was likely much the same. I didn't know what was coming over me. I had spent so much time in my higher mind that I'd forgotten my baser instincts, but they were all surging to the forefront now, those primeval emotions and thoughts filtering through my thinning façade of civility.

"Watch me, Catherine," Lydia hissed like a serpent, "watch me fuck my daughter."

Lydia sat back, and her netherlips stretched around Elena's girthy head until they were wrapped tightly around the penile crease. She groaned delectably as she descended the rest of the way, consuming her daughter's cock, consummating the incest. Her fat ass pillowed around Elena's crotch, and they both moaned in satisfaction. Elena removed her hands from her mother's breasts in favor of her mother's ass, and she squeezed the plush and peeled them apart, displaying Lydia's moist pink slit, the light color contrasted by the grotesque column of dark cock that pierced it. Lydia's tight little anus winked at me, and she giggled over her shoulder when she saw me gaping at her. With my attention ensnared in their perverse joining, they began to move.

Lydia rocked with long lithe motions, undulating so that her back arched and her hips shot backward with one motion, then grinding so that her pelvis drove forward and her back bowed with the next. Never had I thought she was capable of such seductive movements, but they came to her naturally, and synced in with her daughter's thrusts, she danced like a sinuous demoness.

"Oh, Catherine," she moaned back at me, her eyes drunk with the lust being pumped into her crotch, "my little girl's cock feels so good inside me."

She took Elena by the head, and brought her to her breast once more. Once more, Elena closed her eyes, and nursed from her mother, nuzzling her face deep into the succulent mammary fat, and contentedly suckling from the presented nipple. It was a perversion of their relationship, a corruption of their love, and it was so darkly enticing to witness that my insides were opening with readiness. Lydia's hands ran seductively down Elena's undulating body, framing every slender feminine curve, holding them against her so that Elena could deliver thrust after thrust. Lydia's dance became more impassioned, her voice became etched with intensity, and her face closed into one of single-minded concentration, her eyes clamped tightly shut, her brow furrowed, her pale lips parted to yield sonorous cries to her daughter.

They signaled wordlessly to each other, reacting upon the whims of the other's body until they were surging together with deep and violent drives, separating and then meeting in jiggling impacts of pale and bronze flesh. Faster and faster, harder and harder; Elena thick rod pumped into her mother's receiving vessel, and their organs throbbed and blushed until they met a final time, their bodies pressing as though trying to merge, their joined forms becoming rigid and quivering with tension. Lydia gritted her teeth, and let out a strenuous sob, and then gasped in release. Elena whined with increasing intensity until the tension was suddenly cut from her body, and she went limp in her mother's arms. She spread her mother's fat cheeks, and showed me the way her seed seeped from her mother's pussy in thick gelatinous rivulets, comingling with the clear orgasmic nectar that had been expelled upon Lydia's climax. Lydia grinded their joined pelvises, seeming to savor the way her daughter's semen felt soaking in her birth canal. Then she dismounted, and looked right at me.

"Come closer, Catherine," Lydia whispered, "we've known each other for so long; don't be a stranger."

Cautiously, I got onto my knees, and crawled over to the pair. I stopped a few feet from them, but when Lydia made no move to touch me, I dared to crawl to her side. Elena looked up at me, her eyes filled with such lust that she barely seemed to recognize me. She just continued suckling from her mother's nipple as if nothing else in the world mattered.

"Such a supplicant little creature, my daughter can be," Lydia smiled fondly, subtle groans emanating from her parted lips as she stroked Elena's hair, "she's one of the most dangerous women in the world, but when she's between my legs, she's just my little girl, and she'll do anything I want, won't you, baby?"

Elena quirked her lips, and nodded around her mother's nipple.

Lydia chuckled, and looked at me. "You can touch her if you want. She's as harmless as a newborn right now."

I looked over the beautiful bronze creature, then back to the woman who had birthed her. "Where should I touch her?"

"Where ever you want."

With an unsure hand, I reached out, and touched Elena Straltaira's nipple. She smiled at me from around her mother's nipple, and twisted to present all of her body.

"She likes it when you touch her there," Lydia chuckled.

Emboldened, I dared to pinch the hermaphrodite's nipple, and she opened her mouth to let out a meek cry.

"Try rolling it," Lydia suggested.

I did, rubbing the throbbing node between my thumb and forefinger until Elena was mewling for me, her mother's breast now forgotten. I was transfixed by the sensation of her pert nipple, but even more so by the sight of her. The breast was plump and perfect, so succulent and full that it beckoned the most basic of my instincts. Without thinking, I lowered my face, and wrapped my mouth around the nipple. Her plush mammary fat formed a comfortable seal around my muzzle, and when I sucked from her nipple, she let out a groan of pure bliss. I licked her and teethed her, experimenting and learning by her reaction until I was satisfied. I pulled back, and greedily looked upon the rest of her body. I ran my fingers over the soft rises of her muscular abdomen, then dipped them in her navel. She enjoyed me touching her there, so I prodded until I was content, then caressed her lower. Inevitably, my hand stopped just short of her trimmed pubic mound. I stared at her penis, then looked up at Lydia.