Queen Yavara Ch. 54

"What do I do with it?" I asked softly.

"Whatever feels right," she whispered back, watching me touch her daughter with a strange fascination in her eyes.

I timidly hovered my hand over Elena's shaft, then took a deep breath, and grasped it. To describe holding a penis for the first time would be to describe the most anticlimactic moment in my life. It was just... cartilage and flesh, nothing more. This had been the thing I'd avoided for my entire adulthood; THIS?! But even as I felt a wave of existential disappointment, I felt something else. I felt her throbbing in my palm. Her heartbeat sounded through the column of flesh, and her little penile muscles moved and flexed beneath my touch. It was alive, seeming to have a life of its own, and it reacted to everything I did. I squeezed, and it pulsed and frothed from the tip. I caressed it, and it flexed and wobbled from her pelvis. Everything I did warranted a reaction, and the more I played with it, the more fascinated I became.

Lydia leaned into my view, and let a long glob of spittle cascade from her lips, and onto my fondling hand. Being spit upon was one of the most egregious insults a noblewoman could endure, and yet, when I connected eyes with Lydia Straltaira above her daughter's erect penis, there was no malice in either of our eyes. As I stroked Elena's glans with my lubricated grip, I inched closer to Lydia's face, and she inched closer to mine. I could taste her breath. I wanted to taste more of it.

"Stop!" I whispered, "This is too far! I'm not a homosexual!"

"Of course you're not," Lydia smiled affectionately, "you're just experimenting, remember?" She moistened her lips with her tongue; so plush, so wet, shaped in a cupid's bow and parted to reveal their fullness.

"I've never been kissed before." I muttered.

"Then kiss me now, old friend," she breathed into my mouth. I followed her breath to the source, and tasted her. I was clumsy, but she was patient. She let me smush my mouth against hers, and endured the way I tentatively smacked upon it. With the subtle motions of her lips, she settled me into something that felt natural, and then she beckoned my tongue forth with a flick of her own. My slithering appendage slid into her mouth, and she pinned it playfully against her teeth, then stroked it with the tip. I circled around, marveling at all the nerves upon my slippery member, savoring the way she glided so slickly along and upon me. I didn't know how long I kissed her for, but by the time I was done, I had become drunk with her lust. Our lips parted with a bridge of glistening saliva between them. It drooped from our chins, and cascaded upon Elena's throbbing cock. Lydia's gaze followed mine down to her daughter's organ. It looked delicious. I wasn't thinking. I wasn't sure if I even had the capability to think. All I knew was that I loved the way Lydia's tongue felt in my mouth, and I loved the way Elena's cock felt in my hand, and so I made the next obvious step. I slid my hand to Elena's base, and wrapped my lips around her cock.

Her semen tasted sweet and salty, and for some reason, that made me moan. Her cock throbbed against the curling bed of my tongue, and for some reason, that made me purr. Elena was small enough that I could take most of her into my mouth, and when my lips sucked around her base, she let out a weak cry. For some reason, that made me excited. I hummed and moaned as I twisted and pulled, mimicking what Lydia had done earlier to the best of my ability, but also following my own instincts and desires. I watched Elena all the while, savoring the unbridled lust in her eyes, coveting the helpless little moans and whimpers that emanated from her lips. I drew the suctioning oval of my lips up and down her shaft until I felt it surging in the preeminence of orgasm, then I popped her from my mouth, and watched her come. Her fourth orgasm of the night had almost no pressure behind it, for it flowed from her tip like lava from a caldera, running in syrupy rivulets down her twitching shaft. She sputtered and groaned as she came, and I savored every sound and reaction, strangely proud in the knowledge that I had caused her such a loss of equanimity. When she ran dry, her crotch was puddled with her translucent nectar, the heat of it causing the pungent aroma to enter my nostrils, and numb my already-addled mind.

"Do you want to share it with me?" Lydia whispered, and lowered her tongue to Elena's crotch. I drunkenly followed the noblewoman down, and began lapping the puddle up with the daintiness of a feeding kitten. My refined motions became sloppier as Lydia and I battled our tongues, and soon, I was being drunkenly led down a rivulet of dripping semen that had cascaded between Elena's thighs, and below her cock. Lydia paused, and giggled. I looked up at her, and realized that the point of my tongue was nestled upon Elena's outer labia. Lydia slid her tongue away from mine, and pushed the point against her daughter's inner petals. I followed her.

"Oh, fuck!" Elena cried when our tongues began to entwine within her slit. I lathered her delicate folds, painted the creases of her puffy lips, and dipped my tip into her ovule, following Lydia to the tight entrance preceding her depths. Lydia stuck her tongue out all the way, and wiggled it teasingly. I touched noses with her, laid my tongue flat against hers, and followed her inside of Elena. The first thing I noticed about eating pussy, was that it was slightly sour. Not unpleasant, but not as sumptuous as semen. The second thing I noticed was how hot it was. Elena's insides were a sexual furnace, and as I explored the texture of her sweltering walls and moist surfaces, I found that the heat had activated my salivary glands, causing me to secrete spit onto the pillowing flat of Lydia's squirming tongue. Our mouths wrapped hedonistically about Elena's entrance, creating a kiss of two tongues, but three lips. I closed my eyes, and savored the way Elena's tight insides hugged and fluttered about my invading appendage, encasing Lydia against me, creating a strange intimacy as we wetly burrowed deeper, and deeper. I lost track of time in the squirming entanglement of appendages, and was only awoken from my trance when Elena began to sound out her feminine ascension. Lydia and I slid our tongues alongside each other until Elena was gasping and writhing, and then we exited with an impassioned kiss as Elena arched her back, and orgasmed.

Lydia framed my face in her hands, and gently broke our kiss. "Catherine," she whispered against my mouth, "isn't it time you let us touch you?"

"Yes," I mouthed back.

Lydia caressed my jaw, and I bowed my neck to savor the tingling sensation she sent down it. "Tell us what you want us to do."

"Lick me."

I rose until I was upright on my knees, towering above the two Straltaira women. I was scared—terrified, actually—and being above them gave me the sense of control I needed. The crawled to me, took me by the hips, and ascended my body. First, Lydia kissed me briefly, then she turned my face toward her daughter. Elena stared up at me, such adoration in her eyes. How could I deny that face? I opened my lips around hers, and tasted her kiss. For a moment, my carefully-crafted illusion of control was broken, for Elena's kiss was like nothing I'd known before. She subdued me with her lips and tongue, beckoned me further, and ensnared me in a wet oral trap that nearly turned my spine to jelly. She pulled away before I submitted to her completely, then winked up at me, and descended my body.

The Straltaira women nursed from my breasts, tonguing and suckling until my nipples were so hard, I thought they might burst with sensation. The comforting pleasure disarmed me, and allowed me to wrap my fingers in their hair without concern, and bring them deeper into my bosom. Their hands gently framed me about the hips and back as they kissed their way down my tummy, then they moved to gently grip my buttocks. I savored the sensations brought forth by their sinking fingers, and gasped when they spread my cheeks apart. Cool air wafted into my most intimate place, alerting me of my exposed state. I whimpered when Elena began kissing her way through my blonde fur, then gasped when Lydia elected to round my hips with a mischievous grin, and begin kissing her way down the small of my back.

"Good god, Lydia, what are you—" I exclaimed, then stopped abruptly when Elena kissed her way beneath me, and upended my clitoris with the point of her nose. My attention was immediately drawn to the first ever touch of my pussy by another person, and for a moment, I forgot about the middle-aged elf kissing her way down the small of my back. Elena's body was bowed like a stretching tigress as she licked delicately through my petals. Her blue eyes captivated my gaze, their naughty twinkle summoning me to spread my legs wider. I did, and her lips opened about my womanly folds so that she could deliver sensual kisses to my external erogeneity. Tingles permeated from my crotch, unbidden sensations fluttered in my belly, and a warmth began to radiate from my center. My petals unfurled for her, opening at the beckoning of her tongue like a flower before the pollinating hummingbird. She flattened her tongue against me, then drew upward through my slit until the point of her appendage was tucked beneath my clitoris. I gasped, and she began to toy with me.

Lydia parted my buttocks, and eyed what was between them.

"What are you..." I groaned, my mind fading in and out as Elena delivered wet pleasure to my bead, "what are you doing, Lydia?"

"Nothing," she lied with a coy smile, "just... checking something out."

"What in the world could you be..." I murmured, then watched as Lydia lowered her face, and planted her muzzle between my cheeks. I felt something hot against my... my... my asshole. Something hot, and wet. Something with a soft little point that painted my anal spokes with spittle. A strange lassitude emanated from my anus, accompanying a pleasure so perverse that I couldn't believe I felt it. I simultaneously wanted to scream in disgust and purr in decadence, but the more I felt her slimy little member slobbering my vile entrance, the more I favored the latter impulse.

"Why the fuck would you ever do that?" I moaned.

Lydia just winked at me, and pushed the point of her hot little tongue harder and harder until it broke through. I gasped. My sphincter hugged Lydia tightly as she slithered into my rectum, the coiled fleshy cuff tingling with such perverse sensation that it popped and winked on its own accord. Lydia's muzzle sank deeper into my depraved crevasse until her lips wrapped around my entrance. She hummed a moan, and as she burrowed her tongue into my filthy tight channel, she began to suck from my external rim.

"Oh... god why does that feel so good?!" I cried in comingled exultance and dismay, then withered so easily into the corrupting pleasure, and accepted wholly that I enjoyed having my shithole orally pleasured by posh noblewomen. As I enjoyed such grotesque delights, I drew my attention to the woman servicing my more traditional needs. Elena was circling my taut entrance with her tongue, creating a tortuous rim of tingles that stretched more and more with each of her swirls. When I was mewling like a beast for her to enter me, she did. Her tongue flowed through my gripping lover's lips, and into my virgin depths. My breath caught. She explored my sanctum channel, lathered my fluttering walls, and slid deeper and deeper until her lips sealed around mine. With her nose upending my engorged clit, she tested me until she found... until she found... oh, god!

An evil smile formed across her lips and twinkled from her eyes. She curled her tongue against my ceiling, pressed it to that soft spot, and began drawing patterns against me. Each motion caused my hips to sway this way and that, my belly to clench and unclench, and my pelvis to flex against the spasms that rocked it. She turned me into her little tongue-puppet with just the minute shifts of her violating appendage, and I gripped her and her mother's heads, and pressed their faces deeper into me.

Their wet mouths leaked spittle that flowed down my taint and mingled with my juices. They smacked and slurped as they gluttonously consumed me, tasting my insides, churning them until my overstimulated nerves couldn't differentiate between my channels, and everything between my legs became one sweltering hole of aching pleasure. I rocked back and forth, favoring one woman, then the other, moving to the whim of my sensations until I was paralyzed between them, and a great ecstatic swell began to emanate from my center. I gasped and whined, struggling to find my breath, struggling to find my voice. The only thing I could do was spread my legs wider to give them more access, and the wider I spread, the more they defiled me, and the more helpless I became. I turned my head to the ceiling, and closed my eyes. A hot flush went through me, making my flesh glisten, making my heart race as the feeling built and built inside of me. Soon, I was just croaking out meaningless sounds to the heavens, spurred on by the expanding euphoria that grew, and grew, and grew, and then crashed! I let out an ardent cry, and orgasmed violently. Though I writhed in the throes of ecstasy, Elena and her mother pinned me between their consuming mouths, and only increased their impassioned devouring of my holes. I was sent cascading over the edge over and over until I finally broke down, and fell to my side.

"Fuck me," I moaned desperately, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Oh god, Elena, I need it so bad!"

Elena withdrew her mouth, and kissed her way up my body until our lips connected. I tasted myself on her tongue, and enjoyed it. She smiled around our joining, then rotated until I was straddled atop her. Lydia continued feasting from my anus, apparently too in love with my flavor to stop. I didn't mind in the least. I felt Elena's stiff rod running through my petals, and reached between my legs to grasp her.

"Are you ready?" she whispered against my lips.

I just smiled back, and took her in. She slipped easily inside me, only stretching me slightly upon entry. I groaned as my virginity was finally taken, and once again marveled at how inconsequential the moment truly was. It was pleasurable, yes, but it was far from the earth-shattering experience many a young woman tittered about during my days of teenage gossip. But I knew enough about lust now to understand that a single moment meant very little; it was the momentum to that moment, the building of compounding sensations that brought the world around me crashing down in a blaze of euphoria. And so, I enjoyed the little inconsequential moment when a penis first entered my vagina, and I kissed the woman who had given it to me. As our tongues entwined, she began to thrust, I began to drive back against her, and together, the three of us built upon that moment, and carried it deep into the night.

LUCAS TERNIAS

I adjusted myself on the throne, and looked over the poster. It was a by-the-numbers propaganda piece; it denounced me as a despot, denied my right to rule, implied that I was a homosexual, and called me a traitor and puppet of the Dark Queen. I expected it. It had been pertinent for Leveria to keep the city from becoming a mob, and so she kept the urbanites fat and happy at the expense of the agrarian peoples. As a result, the city-slickers reveled in the idea of war, and the country-folk formed a rebellion. Now I had ended the war, made peace with the Dark Queen, and sent the very-popular Queen Leveria to suffer the worst of fates. Displaying her defeat in such a visceral way had scared the populous enough to buy me a few days before a mob ousted me, which was why it was critical that I gain the loyalty of the army. Marrying Field Marshal Shordian's granddaughter gave me that loyalty, but the clock was ticking. I didn't have nearly enough men left in the watch to suppress a full-scale riot. If the uprising happened before the army arrived, I would lose control of the city. I would be forced to barricade myself in the castle, and if I lasted long enough, Shordian would then be forced to besiege his own city to save me. He would never do that. He would wait for me to die, then take the mantle for himself. The only thing that stopped him from doing it now was his juvenile sense of honor.

"Give me the other poster." I said, snapping my fingers at my squire. He handed me the other one, and I inspected it carefully. It was a painting of a handsome young high-elf woman, but I recognized her immediately as the dark-fleshed demoness of the court. "Why in God's name are they calling for Elena Straltaira?"

"She was next in line behind you."

I looked plainly at the boy. "She's dead."

"She only died recently. With all the headline news that came out in the last few days, is it any wonder people haven't noticed? It takes time for information to percolate to the masses."

I pondered the poster with a frown. "I may have inadvertently created an enemy that cannot be beaten."

"What's that, Your Highness?"

"Elena Straltaira rarely left the Noble District. She was never seen by anyone but those of the greatest importance. None of the commoners saw her dark skin, nor her... more masculine features. As such, the only information the people got of her were rumors. I made sure the rumors were slanderous, of course, though they were mostly true—just too outlandish to believe. All anyone truly knew about Elena, was that I was her enemy. Rumors become myths, and myths become legend." I laughed at myself, "And now a dead woman is the symbol of liberation against a traitorous king. If only they knew..."

My squire cocked his head. "Knew what, Your Highness?"

"Nothing." I sighed, "Nothing at all."

"Should we arrest the artisans?"

"Arrest them? Hell, help them put more posters up!" I laughed, "I could not wish for a better outcome than this. If the people had put their support behind, say, Huntiata or Feractian, then I would've had a problem. Instead, they call for a savior that will never come." I plucked a cherry from the bowl beside me, and smiled, "I seem like a tolerant ruler, and I risk nothing in doing so."

"Some would say it makes you look weak."

"Morons would say that, Jonathan." I said, "Only a weak ruler beats his people into submission. A strong ruler takes their side. Elena is an enemy that cannot be beaten, because Elena is now a symbol. I will coopt that symbol, make it part of my identity, and strip it of all power."

"Very wise, Your Highness."

"Wisdom is for old men, Jonathan. Calculation is what matters for those with a mind for the future." I plucked another cherry, and smiled. "Rumor has it that Lady Lydia Straltaira is in town. Invite her to the palace."

"Forcefully?"

"She would never deny a royal summons, but... make it clear that the request is urgent. There are likely others who would use her daughter's legend to their own end, and she controls the narrative."

"We'll be gentle with her."

"Yes, make sure to flatter her and offer condolences. It's very important that..." I frowned, "Jonathan, it just occurred to me that Elena's claim to the throne has now passed to her mother."

"Lady Lydia Straltaira relinquished her right when she retired from court."

"Semantics, Jonathan. Once you break the rules as I did, breaking the rules just becomes part of the game."

"So we should... deal with her?"

I sucked on the cherry pit, then spat it into the metal bowl with a ping. "No, no; not yet, anyway." I picked at my teeth, my frown deepening. "I was almost careless there, Jonathan. Almost. I might be losing my edge now that the ultimate goal has been realized." I pulled out the red cherry skin from behind my incisor, and flicked it. "These posters aren't being put up by starry-eyed dissidents. There's calculation here. Is Lydia the kind of woman to use her own daughter's legend to prop herself up? No, but there are others who would do it for her."