Queen Yavara Ch. 55

"You're leaving me here?" Dog Meat asked woefully, her big eyes filling with tears.

"I'll be back." I said, tying her to the flagpole above the gate's entrance.

"No you won't."

I snorted, "Thank you for the bode of confidence, Dog Meat."

"Who's gonna take care of me when you're gone?" She blubbered, "I'll be all alone!"

"I told you I'll be back." I grunted, testing the tether of the knot. It wasn't like she could untie it anyway, but I'd be damned if I was going to let her wriggle her way off the roof.

"What if you don't come back?"

"Then someone here will find you and take care of you."

"You said you'd take me to Alkandra."

I sighed, and ran my hand through her blonde hair. "I told you that I'd be back. Are you calling me a liar?"

"Yes."

I laughed, and stroked her face affectionately. "The only way back home, is through that castle. If the orcs take it, they'll take the city, and all the people who still live will be killed. Then I'll have no bargaining chip to get back. The army will come, they'll siege the city, and if I'm somehow still alive when they get in, I'll be executed on the spot."

"Then just run away, Adri," she whimpered, "take me, and just run away."

"I can't, Dog Meat. I'm not made like that." I planted a kiss on her lips, then grunted in pain as I rose to my feet. The Noble District was laid out before me. Half of it was rubble, but it was old rubble from the coup. The wargs had raced right through the mansions and boutique shops without a care, and had charged the real prize. The courtyard before the castle was a bloody mess, and the gate had been ripped from its hinges. I could hear the faint echoes of battle from the stone halls within. It would be a bloodbath in there. Close-quarters fighting without any room to move, every dark hallway and room packed with screaming, sweating battle of the most intimate nature. Even from across the district, I could see the frantic flicker of light from the castle windows as shadows moved violently by the torches. It was hell in there.

I looked back down at the assemblage of rebels in the financial district below. Less than half of them remained. How many wolves had we killed? A third? Less? We didn't stand a chance, and they knew it, but they bore the grim responsibility of what had happened here, and so, they waited. Esmerelda finished whatever speech she was giving them, then looked up at me, and nodded. I kicked the lever of the final gate, and the rebels poured through it. Across the city, the bells tolled, sounding the warning of what had already happened.

LEVERIA

Yavara flew through the window, and landed a foot away from me. She had her fists on her hips like a goddamn superhero, and her chest puffed out in a state of grand bravado. "Did someone order fresh booty?" She smiled at me.

I giggled like Brianna would giggle, suppressed my sheer terror, and replied, "I believe I made the booty-call."

"And my booty's calling me," Furia said, "I'll be back once I've answered it," and she left for the washroom.

For a moment, Yavara and I just stood there, looking at each other. She smiled warmly to me, obviously expecting me to jokingly break the strange tension. For all that I was gifted with words, I was not a comedian. My jokes were all terrible, and the things I found truly funny would make most people cringe in horror. So, in my panic to keep Brianna's character, I said, "What-up, bro."

Yavara inclined her head slightly. "What-up bitch," she answered.

Again, there was another silence between us, this one even more uncomfortable. I could feel the sweat prickling from my scalp, threatening to run down my face to reveal my anxiety. My hands weren't in the right positions, my feet were set all wrong, and my hips were off kilter. The façade was breaking down by the second, and I just stood there like a goddamn scarecrow grinning at my imminent death.

"So..." Yavara said, twirling her hair, "...you're still high as a fucking kite, aren't you?"

"Yeah." I grinned stupidly.

Yavara snorted. "Good god, Brianna. Just go to bed."

"Tuck me in?" I smiled coyly, and ran my fingers between my legs.

Yavara's orange eyes flashed, and she grinned her wicked grin. "I said get your fat ass on the bed, you druggy slut."

I giggled and climbed on the bed, trying to mask my shaking limbs with the discoordination of intoxication. I managed to get on my hands and knees atop the mattress, and stooped sexily, letting my ass pop out from the bottom of my robes. I looked over my shoulder at Yavara, who was in the process of unlacing her corset.

"Keep it on." I purred.

Her fingers withdrew from the lacing of her corset, and she watched me from the tops of her heavily-lidded eyes as she secured her thumbs into her panties, bent low, and slid them down her thick bronze thighs. From my angle, I could only see the profile of her small pussy, just the outer-lips that blushed so vividly from her dark complexion. She ran her fingers through them, licked the nectar from herself, then climbed on the bed after me. I crawled away, tittering musically as I fled, my hips rotating behind me to tease the juicy meal that dripped between my spread cheeks. Yavara stooped into a predatory crawl and stalked me from behind, pursuing me ever further into the maze of bedding.

I snaked between massive folds of comforters and blankets, and slid through piles of pillows. I didn't know how far I'd gotten into the plush labyrinth, but I could no longer see the edges of the bed, nor the walls of the room behind the walls of linens. I was trapped on all sides by great mounds of silks and satins, but at least I had no shortage of weapons at my disposal. There was a veritable armory of sex toys around me, and I selected the largest dildo I'd ever gotten my hands on as my sword. I nearly used it as such when Yavara came slinking around the corner, an evil glint in her orange eyes, her bronze skin contrasting the light cloth that surrounded us.

"You're trapped." She purred.

"I guess I'll just have to fight you then." I snickered, holding up the dildo.

"Such a big sword." Yavara muttered, crawling up my body, "But this dragon knows carnival tricks." She wrapped her hand around mine, and swallowed my sword. Her eyes beckoned me to push it deeper, and so I did, watching in fascination as her purple-sheened lips sucked, and her elegant neck was grotesquely deformed by the bulge that went down it. She hummed her moan as she slurped upon it, twisting her lips so that her black hair cascaded down one side of her head. She watched me from her sparkling orange irises, then drew her lips away, leaving a saliva-coated piece of flesh-colored silicone in my hand. I slid it between her breasts, down her belly, and through her mound. She straddled atop me, and breathed into my nostrils, wafting her intoxicating aroma into my sinuses. She angled the tip of the dildo against her slit, and eased herself down.

"You've stabbed me." She murmured, her brow knitting together.

"Such a deep gash," I moaned back, "I think the wound is fatal."

"Twist the blade!" Yavara groaned, "Make me suffer!"

I torqued my wrists, pressing the hilt into her slit until my gripping hand was wetted about my index finger and thumb, pushing into the lush wet flesh of her entrance. She took the toy with ease, her tight lips enveloping the bottom of it, pulsing around it in sexual gluttony. I pulled back and thrusted into her, and she lurched with a delighted yelp, taking the ferocious plunging of her insides so easily. Again and again, I ravaged her, and again and again, she accepted my violent penetrations with grace, molding herself to me, pressing us breast to breasts. Our mammary fat squished together between my robes and her corset, the bulbous globes bulging and glistening, bronze on bronze, the nipples sneaking out until the constraints of clothing could not hold them, and in a jiggling explosion, our breasts were freed. Our nipples toyed together, tingling their felicitous sensations into our chests, drawing a line of erogeneity to our sweltering sex. I stirred my little sister's insides, and she grinded atop me, moaning and hissing, covering me with her aroma. Her juices saturated my hand, and my grip was slipping around the toy. She thrusted her hips against me, and I lost my weapon entirely, consumed by her avaricious lower mouth.

"You've been disarmed, Brianna." Yavara moaned, a curtain of black hair concealing half her face, the other writ with an imperious smirk, "Surrender, and I might be merciful."

I held my hands out beside my head, and splayed my fingers, each digit webbed with Yavara's lust. "I surrender," I giggled, "do with me as you please."

"Oh, I like the sound of that." She purred, and grabbed a pair of fuzzy handcuffs from the pile of toys.

"Surely you don't need those." I said, "I'm giving myself to you willingly."

"You're much too dangerous." She grinned, and pulled my hands beneath and behind me. She clicked each wrist into the cuff, then gave me an evil look, and pulled out a dull metal hook from the pile.

"You said you'd be merciful!" I cried in both false and true fear.

"I lied." She chuckled. She linked the end of the hook between my cuffs, and pulled it down. My shoulders were stretched back, and to avoid the pain of impingement, I had to arch my back, expand my chest, and bow outward to accommodate the lowering of my bound hands. Yavara guided my pelvis into an anterior tilt, and slid the dull point of the hook through my moist crack. I shuddered to feel the cold metal against me, and whimpered in pleasured anticipation when I felt the point press against my anus. Yavara held me in tension for an excruciating moment, then let my wrists go. My shoulders shifted forward, my back began to straighten, and my bound hands moved upward behind me. My rim dilated around the point of the hook, then opened, and I groaned in satisfaction when I felt the cold hard metal dig deliciously into my filthy tender channel. It went deeper and deeper, scoring my rectal flesh so beautifully until the bend of the hook molded to the fat of my pelvic floor, and my arms ceased their ascension, leaving me partially bowed, the chain between my wrists pulled taut.

"Comfortable?" Yavara asked.

"You're so cruel." I whimpered.

"You don't know the half of it." She whispered, and pulled a spreader bar from the pile. She secured my ankles into the loops, and adjusted the length of the bar until my legs were opened painfully wide, peeling my cheeks apart to expose the way my tight asshole sucked upon the metal hook violating it. Yavara sat back on her knees, and examined my compromised state, running her eyes over the drape of damp robes that clung to my athletic body, my bronze breasts heaving, my displayed midriff clenching and unclenching with the spasms prompted by the delightful digging of the metal point inside me. She reached between her legs, and slowly extracted the dildo I'd put inside her. After revealing each moist inch of the toy, she crawled over to my face, and hovered the tip above my lips.

"Stick out your tongue, and say 'ah,'" she requested softly, "I need to check your tonsils."

"You're my doctor now?"

"Ah-hah," she giggled, "now open wide."

"You can't just keep changing characters."

"I can't?" she winked, "That's awful hypocritical of you, Leveria."

YAVARA

For a beautiful moment, my dumb older sister just gawked at me, her eyes widening and trembling. Then she blinked, and offered me an innocent, "What are you talking about, bro?"

I pursed my lips, and blew a telekinetic spell over her flesh. The magical wind stripped Zander's perception spell from Leveria, removing the bronze muscular glory of Brianna, and revealing the alabaster softness of the former Highland queen. "You all think I'm so stupid," I whispered, savoring every bit of the terror that rose in Leveria's eyes, "you all think I just walk around with my fingers in my ears. It was Zander himself who told me 'trust is more dangerous than a heathen god,' and I always took his lessons to heart. I knew it was only a matter of time before another traitor appeared after Adrianna, but I never thought it would be him. I never thought it would be all of them."

"How?" Leveria croaked.

"How what? How did I find out?" I laughed, "I can read minds, you dumb bitch! Even if you've been trained to lock your thoughts from me, you can't hide who you are! The moment you kissed me, I knew who you were, and a quick scan of your mind confirmed it. When I scanned Kiera's mind, I knew she and the other hybrids had to be in on it, because she was broadcasting 'wow, Yavara's sister really knows how to suck a dick,' from every synapses. Which reminds me..." I shoved the dildo all the way down Leveria's throat. She wasn't ready for it, and she gagged, her bulging eyes watering. I forced my cunt-sheened silicone fuck stick down her gullet until I could see the bulge in her neck, then I held it there, enjoying the sight.

"God, you really are good at that." I remarked, "When Elena told me you sucked cock better than me, I was so fucking jealous." I pulled the toy to the glans, then forced it back in before Leveria had a chance to breathe. She glugged around it, instinctively opening herself to receive, taking every bit of the ten-inch monster down her neck. "I practiced on every swinging dick that came my way that afternoon. I sucked so much cock that my belly was distended with cum, but somehow, I knew I still wasn't as good as you." I face-fucked her, plunging the dildo until she was slurping and gargling in cadence with the deforming and reforming bulge in her gullet. "You always were so talented with that mouth of yours, so tell me..." I jammed the entire thing into her mouth, palming her face until her teeth clicked around the end of it, "...how is it that you got everyone I loved to betray me? First Prestira by coercion, then Elena by love, then Adrianna by loyalty. Now the hybrids, now Titus, now even Zander?! HOW?!"

I ripped the dildo out, sending a spray of spit from her smeared lips. She coughed and sputtered, her breaths heaving into her lungs with rapid, panicked intakes. "Shh..." I hissed soothingly, threateningly, and grabbed her by the throat. She became as still as a feigning opossum, the only motion being the quivering of her eyes. I placed the dildo back against her lips. "Talk whenever you're ready." I said, "There's no rush. I just knocked out Furia with a telepathic overload, I sent Zander and Titus to their posts, and the other hybrids are all outside. No one is coming to help you, and even if they were, no one could."

Leveria swallowed, then whispered, "Just kill me."

"Tell me what you had planned."

She smiled with fear-quivered lips. "You know I won't talk, Yavara."

"Fine then." I said, and stroked the matted hair from her forehead, "I'm done playing your games, Leveria. You beat me every time." I touched our brows, and whispered, "There, I said it. You're better than me; you always were. Even with all my power and strength, you've defeated me so completely that I no longer care that I've lost. I almost ran away today, you know. I almost flew across the sea because the bonds that held me here were so weak. Now you've severed them completely. Now there's nothing keeping me here, but you. Once you're dead, I'll leave this place and everyone in it. I don't care that they'll all die. I won't even bother killing the traitors myself." I laughed, and felt a great weight slip from my shoulders, "I won't even say goodbye. I'll just jump out of the window, and fly away. Come to think of it," I giggled, "I'm not even going to kill you."

"You're not?"

"Nope!" I said, "In fact..." I took the crown off my head, placed it upon hers, and said, "I hereby abdicate my crown to the next in line of succession: my older sister, Leveria Tiadoa." I picked up the dildo, and laid the 'sword' ceremonially upon her shoulder, "By the power vested in me, I name you Queen Leveria Tiadoa of Alkandra. Long may you reign."

I eased myself backward, and rested in a pile of pillows. I didn't know why my heart felt so light, but it did, and I laughed musically. Leveria just stared at me with comingled confusion and terror, the obsidian crown lying crookedly upon her blonde head, and the picture was so priceless that my laughter only intensified. Soon, I was belting out screams of mirth, clutching my aching sides and gasping for breath. Tears ran down my cheeks, and my voice sputtered out until I was only hacking soundless spasms of hilarity. It took me a full minute before I was done, and by that time, Leveria had become so pale that she was nearly ghostly white.

"What?" she hissed at me.

"What do you mean, 'what?'" I snorted, "You're clearly supposed to be the Dark Queen, right? I mean, everyone betrayed me for you for some fucking reason—shit, I should be the one asking you the questions! Just why in the hell did everyone betray me for you?"

Leveria blinked stupidly. "Because... because..."

"Because...?" I asked with a broad smile, waiting for the punchline to this long-built-up joke, this fucking comedy that started all those months ago in the Great Forest.

"B-b-b-b-because..." Leveria stuttered, then said, "because Alkandi was supposed to pick me."

"Wait, what?"

Leveria dropped her chin, and muttered, "I... uh..." she swallowed, "I actually was supposed to be the Dark Queen."

I nearly died. Right then and there, I nearly blew out my guts laughing. I honked and heaved, choking on retches of hilarity so violent that I doubled-over with them. It was perfect. It was, without a doubt, the funniest fucking thing I'd ever heard in my entire life. Of course. Of-fucking-course.

I wiped the tears from my eyes, and came down with a sigh. "Please explain the joke, Leveria."

She shifted uncomfortably in her binds. "Alkandi and I are kindred spirits."

"Kindred spirits..." I chuckled, "what the fuck does that even mean?"

"I don't know," Leveria laughed a little, "just some stupid shit Zander said."

"But there's merit to it, huh?" I mused, "That's why everyone who should hate you is on your team."

"Maybe I'm just more fun than you are."

I giggled. "I used to be fun, you know. Before you came in and fucked everything up, I was having the time of my life."

"The sentiment is mutual, believe me. Life was a fairy tale before you were born."

"You were six when I was born."

"And it's been downhill ever since." She laughed, and I laughed with her.

"So," I said, echoes of laughter in my voice, "what exactly was the plan here?"

She tucked in her chin insecurely. "I kind of don't want to say it now."

"Come on."

"No, it'll sound stupid."

"Come on..." I goaded, poking her with my toe.

"Can't we just end this on a high note? I outsmarted you at every turn when it was my plan. This was mostly Zander's plan, ok, and I'm already super embarrassed."

"I promise I won't make fun of you."

"Fine," she mumbled, "the plan was... to fuck you."

"WHAT?!"

"You said you wouldn't make fun of me!"

"That was before I knew how fucking stupid your plan was!" I roared, pointing and laughing at her, "So lemme get this straight. Your plan was to get me to fuck you, then you change into a hybrid, right... and then what? You smite me with your mighty cock?" I held up the dildo and slapped it against my face, "Oh no, Leveria's cock is just too awesome! She made me come so hard that I realized how much of a beta bitch I really am! Now I'm going to be her little sex-slave forever because I can't handle how good this dick is!"

"It wasn't going to be like that, OK?!" Leveria snapped, struggling in her bondage, "The plan wasn't made up by thirteen-year-old virgins!"