Queen Yavara Ch. 55

They were all around me, but none of them knew where I was. I ducked and dodged, weaved between them easily, and cut my way through the fray. Crimson sprayed from every direction, flung about golden armor and pale faces, speckling the white snow as the bodies dropped one by one. I whirled and pirouetted, a dancer of blades, a painter of blood, moving with such sinuous motions that I was like liquid between them. I didn't brawl my way through the mass, but contoured to their bodies, flowed in the empty spaces, drifted seamlessly through the path of least resistance. All the while, my hands moved on their own, bringing the blades around, slicing and cleaving, slashing and gashing, passing through flesh and bone without effort. I was a whirlwind of death, but I wasn't inexhaustible. The cleavers were becoming heavier by the second, my steps were becoming more sluggish, and my reactions were slowing. I hadn't been touched by the enemy yet, but I knew the strike would come soon. I didn't think about it. I was only in the moment between breaths and heartbeats, dancing with my partners until the music stopped. The bells tolled out from the lower wards, louder than before, and I stepped in time with the discordant metallic drone.

ADRIANNA

I summited the second wall, and kicked the gate lever open. The gate rose in a succession of metallic ticks, and the rebels poured in. The wargs and their riders paid no heed to the screaming women on horseback, and continued their gleeful slaughter. Two wargs wrestled with the degloved remains of a mother before her screeching children. Another warg dragged a man by his entrails. Four orcs jubilantly shortened the outstretched limbs of a man while a fifth forced himself upon the man's screaming wife, holding her head up so that she had to watch. It was hell, and I was somehow numb to it already.

I calmly drew my bow, and notched my arrow. From two-hundred yards away, straddling atop a moving beast, I steadied my aim with two successive breaths, and waited for the moment between heartbeats. I loosed. The arrow shot from my string, flew into the air, descended through the buildings, and pierced the eye of a wolf below. The great beast pitched suddenly forward, its momentum carrying it into a tumble. The rider was sent flailing off its back, smacked onto the cobblestones, and was then crushed in a splatter by the lifeless one-ton body that landed upon him. The other orcs turned around just in time to catch the volley of arrows sent from the front ranks of the rebels.

High-elves were the best archers in the world, especially on horseback, and the back ranks of the beasts were mowed down in a second, a dozen falling in porcupined piles. The front row of horsewomen peeled off for the second row to fire, then the third, then the fourth. I had trained them to do it, and the first few formations were perfect, sending volley after volley without reprieve, but the fifth formation stumbled when one of the riders missed her cue, and it was all the hesitation the wargs needed.

The great wolves pounced into the ranks of horses, and began tearing through walls of flesh with their claws and teeth. The shrieks of horses and women rang out, and the formation abruptly stopped. The riders packed into each other, losing all momentum, and the wargs prowling the tops of buildings leapt onto the rows of prey. With massive swings of their forepaws, they tore through horses and riders like butter, showering their victims with sprays of comingled blood. Their claws cut through flesh and bone with equal ease, leaving grotesque notches deep into the bodies of those they met. One woman had her entire ribcage torn clean out, another's awful was sent unraveling into the air, a third woman's entire front was torn from her body, opening her like a cadaver for all to see her still-pumping heart and dropping organs. As the wounded shrieked, their brethren moved frantically into position, harrying the beasts with uncoordinated spear thrusts that did little but draw the beasts' terrible ire. The wolves snapped their great jaws, and the horses neighed in a bloodcurdling pitch. The wolves' bite profiles were ripped in the horses' flesh, allowing me to see the alignment of canine teeth by the horrifically-clean removal of muscle and bone.

I kicked my heels into Sasha's haunches, and propelled her onto the rooftops below. Reaching backward into my quiver, I collected three arrows between my knuckles, and loosed them in quick succession. The first one sent a rider careening off his mount, the second pinned the wolf's forepaw to the roof shingles, and the third went into his heart. Pulling out another three, I took aim at two predators tearing through the equestrian mass. As I rounded them atop the roof, I loosed, taking one wolf in the back of its head, and the other in the spine. Five riders at the end of the building saw me, and they turned their ferocious mounts around, and charged. I collected three more arrows, and loosed.

The first one was imbedded into a warg skull, sending the great beast toppling forward, crushing her rider. The second arrow went through the eye of another wolf, causing him to pitch forward violently, flinging his rider like a catapult into the fray below. The third arrow missed its mark, skidded of the thick brow of the wolf, and imbedded into the knot of muscle at her hump. They closed the distance between us in more time than it took my heart to beat once more. In that space of time, I collected three more arrows, drew them, and loosed. The first went into a warg's open maw, shooting through flesh and bone to exit his skull. The second went into another's neck, causing a reflex that send both wolf and rider skidding off the side of the building. Before I could launch the third, the warg leapt. His great paws were outstretched, the knife-like claws retracted before his gaping mouth, the snarling nose peeling back the lips to reveal the black gums and ivory teeth. I leaned backward, keeping my legs clenched around Sasha as she charged forward, and I loosed the final arrow. For a moment, my attacker and I were in symmetry. The warg was airborne above me, her great jaws snapping at the place where my head had been. I was on my back atop Sasha, watching the warg pass me from above, the fur of her underside grazing my face. Her chest, belly and crotch all flew over me, and her tail swished by me a moment later. She hit the rooftop behind me, and tumbled for ten yards, flinging pieces of her crushed rider everywhere. When she came to a sliding stop with my arrow imbedded in her eye, there was nothing left of the orc that once rode her.

Esmerelda was in the fray with the rest, frantically stabbing at a surrounded wolf and rider. Five of the great beasts lay dead from a hundred wounds, but the tole they'd exacted from the rebels was great. At least fifty horses and women were left in pieces on the cobblestones, many of them still horrifically alive. The rest of the rider descended upon the last warg in a frenzy, so mad from the battle that they threw themselves bodily against the beast until it finally disappeared beneath them. A cheer rose up when the death cry of the monster sounded, but it was a dispirited celebration. Of the one-hundred and five wargs in the pack, we'd only managed to kill twenty-two. The rest had scaled the third wall, and likely the fourth as well in the time it took for us to prevail.

Esmerelda assembled her riders, and charged them to the third gate. They were truly her soldiers once more, though it mattered little. What was the prize of victory now? For among the fifty-something dead riders and twenty-two dead wolves, were hundreds—maybe thousands—of dead citizens. Men, women and children who had packed the roadways in the bustling morning, who had laughed and joked and yelled over each other as they sold their wears, shopped, worked, or simply enjoyed a clear winter's morning. Never had they imagined such horror would befall them, and by the shock on their faces, I could see that they still couldn't believe it. They just stared slackly at the rebels that rode to the next gate. They stared at Esmerelda as she solemnly led the charge. There were no rose petals for the savior rebel cavalry, nor even calls of thanks. Only silence adulated the glorious horsewomen, and only glazed eyes bore witness to their triumph. Those eyes fell on me, but they didn't linger for long. I was a devil bestrode a hellhound, and though they had watched me save their lives, they saw well that I was the harbinger of their horror. It was impossible to hide.

LEVERIA

Kiera was casually sharpening her dagger on the stones just outside of the catacombs. When she saw me, she snorted like I was a joke, and continued sharpening her blade. "You almost got the walk down," she said, watching the sparks come off the steel, "but I guess you can't fake seven years of ranger training. Your hips move right, but your feet are all wrong."

I stopped five paces from her, and folded my arms over my new chest. I was just as bronze as the hermaphrodite in front of me, and quite a bit more buxom, but I lacked the easy confidence they all had, and it was impossible to fake.

Kiera glanced up at me. "You gonna come out and play, Your Highness?"

"You gonna stab me the moment I come out, bro?"

She grinned, her incisors still a little too long. "I might stab you with something else. It wouldn't be strange if I manhandled you in the middle of the street, and fucked you senseless. Brianna and I like to get rough in public sometimes."

"I think I've got you beat in the 'getting rough in public' category."

She laughed. "I suppose so." She twirled the knife between her fingers with expert precision, then scabbarded it. I took five tentative steps out of the catacombs, and into the sunlight. For three days, my time had been spent either in the catacombs, or in the arena above. It was where I expected the rest of my life to take place, and so my entire universe had shrunk into it. Stepping onto the Alkandran streets felt akin to stepping into a new dimension, and I felt a strange wave of nausea hit me when my entire body was exposed to the sun.

"That's perfect!" Kiera laughed, "That look right there—that's how Brianna looks every time she walks into a new room after she's blazed herself senseless."

"I want to go back into my hole and curl into a ball."

"Yeah, you've definitely got some serious life-altering trauma," Kiera said companionably, and took me under her arm, "you'll probably never get over it. You'll probably spend the rest of your life waking up in the middle of the night covered in cold sweat and screaming your lungs out. You'll probably have to kill yourself just to make the demons go away."

"You're very helpful."

"I'm sorry, was I supposed to be helpful?" Kiera asked slyly, "I was under the impression that I was supposed to make sure you didn't try to run away." Something sharp poked me in the back, "You can't outrun me, Leveria. Not if you get a ten-mile head start. Remember that."

"You don't need to tell me." I growled.

She put her lips to my ear, and whispered, "Also remember that the only reason I'm not dragging you to Yavara right now, is because Brianna vouched for you. I love Brianna with all my heart, but her judgement can be poor. If I think she's wrong about you, I'll make my own call."

"Because your judgement's so great?"

"That's right."

"You've got a little cocaine leaking out of your nose."

She snorted, and grinned. "Try not to get me too paranoid, Your Highness." She slid the blade between my asscheeks, and giggled when I shuddered, "Who knows what I'll do?"

She walked us down the boulevards, which were mercifully vacant while the city was on lockdown. Passing guardsmen saluted us, and we raised our fists back. Some men even asked for our blessing, and I confusedly followed Kiera's lead as she pulled out her breast, and squirted milk into the orcs' faces.

"Something you need to remember, Leveria," Kiera muttered as we walked hastily around the bend, "is that people expect something of you every time they see you. Keep your fucking chin up, and acknowledge them without hesitation. Shyness is fear, and beasts can sniff out fear a mile away. Want some coke?"

"I think I'm fine."

Kiera did a bump off her finger, and blinked furiously for a moment. "Oh my god," she gasped, "I forgot to say goodbye to Arbor! What the fuck is wrong with me?! Here, hold this." She pulled open her robe, uncaring that her cock waggled out for all to see, and she began rummaging through her pockets. She handed me three used syringes, a bent spoon, four bags of questionable substances, two dildoes, three butt-plugs, and a box of tampons. Finally she pulled out a wad of pine needles. She sprinkled them on the ground, kicked off her shoes, then stepped barefooted on them. "Arbor," she said, talking to the sky, "it's me—well, obviously you know it's me. Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I'll always count you as my friend, and if I get through this shit somehow, I'll be waiting for you to come chill or something. So... yeah. Goodbye for now, you big beautiful bitch." She collected the pine needles from the ground, then sequestered her paraphernalia from my hands. She did another bump of coke, blinked furiously, then gurned her jaw for a second before blowing air through her cheeks.

"Alright!" She said, collecting herself, "What's the plan, huh? Brianna said you need to fuck Yavara for some weird reason."

"That's... yeah, that's the plan."

"Cool," Kiera sniffed loudly, "alright, alright, alright. So, you into incest or something?"

"It's kind of my thing."

"Cool-cool-cool..." Kiera trailed off, looking at the sky, "yeah, I think I'll probably fuck my daughter when she's of age, you know? Be the one to teach her. Be the first one inside of her. Brianna will be there too. It'll be a super wholesome family experience. Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it." She patted her pregnant belly, and laughed, "And of course, Aunt Furia and I will be there for your first time, you little bastard." She beamed proudly at her pregnancy bulge, then up at me, "First dark-elf male in history right here; can you imagine the cock this kid's gonna have? Ever since he's been inside me, my libido's been off the fucking charts!" She thrusted her cock at me, "Why don't you give me one of those famous royal blowjobs?"

"Uh... what?"

"Eva was raving about how great you suck dick ever since you blew her. So, wifey..." Kiera twerked her brows, "...perform your matrimonial duties."

"You want me to suck your dick... right now?"

"Your ears work very well, Leveria, congratulations. Yes, I want you to suck my dick, right here in the middle of the street, right now." She gave me a sly look, "Brianna wouldn't have to be asked twice, you know. People might start getting suspicious."

I glowered at her, then pulled my robe off, folded it twice, and made a cushion for my knees at Kiera's feet. I knelt there, and Kiera laced her fingers in my hair, and guided me forward. I had to admit, her cock was absolutely beautiful. It was a lovely shade of bronze, well-proportioned and tastefully veined, with skin so supple that it almost made the masculine organ seem feminine. It was very-much like Eva's in that regard, and Elena's. Putting me in that mindset made it very easy to close my eyes, open my lips, and slide her inside me.

"Oh, shit..." she groaned breathily, and slid her fingers deeper into my mane. I smiled around her girth, enjoying the way her delicate cock-flesh pulsed and throbbed within the soft suction of my lips, savoring the way her precum dribbled upon my tongue, melting like butter as I took her into my throat. The cold air caressed my body, making me aware of my nudity with the wind between my moist thighs and pert nipples. I could feel people's eyes on me, but it didn't bother me. It excited me. I slid one hand between Kiera's legs, and penetrated the slit behind her cock with my middle and index fingers. She thrusted against me, smooshing my muzzle into her crotch, and I inhaled her wonderful scent, and rotated my lips around her base, swallowing around the bulge in my neck.

"Goddamn it, Leveria." Kiera whined, "Gah! Fuck! Eva was right about you!"

I moaned around my consumption, and slid my other hand down my belly, through my mound, and into my tight depths. My fingers were wet with just a mere graze, and they squelched when they entered me, seeking that spot I knew so well. As the point of my tongue teased Kiera's underside, the end of my thumb rubbed my stiff clit until my thighs were shaking. I pressed against Kiera's insides, beckoning her forward, and I pulled and plunged with my mouth, drawing my lips up and down, sucking so tightly that my cheeks were drawn gaunt, and vulgar slurps emanated from my oral seal. I made it nasty. Spit dribbled down my chin, dribbled in bubbly rivulets onto my chest, and fell from the point of my nipple to speckle my robe, joining the droplets of feminine nectar that salivated from my violated netherlips. Kiera groaned and purred, whined and whimpered, and held onto my head for dear life. She didn't try to force me to her liking, but recognized a master at her craft, and guided me through her desires through suggestion. I acquiesced when I felt like it, but in truth, I knew what she needed better than she did, and every little perverted surprise put her deeper into my lustful control. I was so enamored with my lecherous consumption, that I didn't notice the sound of approaching footsteps. When I felt the presence behind me, it was too late to make a strategic exit. Surrendering myself to the role of Brianna, and pulling from my experiences of lustful helplessness in the arena, I widened my squat, reached further back with my molesting fingers, and opened my cheeks in invitation. I just hoped the lucky son of a bitch had the decency to spit first.

"All that bitching you do about the cold in the castle, and I find you out here in nothing but your shoes?" Yavara chuckled behind me.

It was a testament to my method acting that I didn't gag and barf all over Kiera's cock right there.

Kiera knotted her fist in my hair, and pushed her cock deep into my throat. "She's already numb from head to toe anyway," Kiera laughed through her moan, "we've snorted enough powder to dust a ski slope."

"I really wish you wouldn't." Yavara admonished.

"What is it with you and drugs?"

"I don't care what or who you put in your body, but you're both living for two now."

"For another day, at least." Kiera groaned, and smeared her crotch all over my face, keeping her cock plugged deep in my gullet, "Goddamn, Brianna's gotten so good at this! All that cocaine just opens her throat right up!"

Yavara sighed. "I guess I shouldn't be lecturing you two. Everyone else is losing their minds—me included. You're the only ones who know what to do right now."

"Why don't you join us?" Kiera asked breathily, and slid her cock from my open mouth. She touched my lips affectionately, and whispered, "Is that OK with you?"

Not daring to look back at my little sister, I just stared up at Kiera with spit and precum stringing from my lips, and nodded dumbly.

Kiera laughed, and bunched her fists in my hair. "This little coke-whore can't even talk anymore!" She exclaimed, and shoved her cock all the way down my throat, making me glug around her, "Come on, Yavara. Give this slut what she deserves."

"If that's what this pathetic coke-whore wants, I guess I can oblige." Yavara giggled behind me. I felt her hands mold into my ass, and I felt her breath caressing my anus. "Can you give me a little wink, Brianna?" She whispered.

I clenched my rectal muscles, and she tittered delightedly. I felt heat, then I felt wetness. Then, I was moaning in pure bliss. I had forgotten how good she could be with that little mouth of hers. Her lips opened around my asshole, and drew gently until my rim swelled with sensation. Her tongue slithered out after, and lathered each of my spokes individually before teasingly poking my twitching center. I opened for her, beckoning her inside, and she squirmed her wriggling tongue into me, and wetted my tight, hot innards. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I began mindlessly consuming the cock before me, moving with lecherous instinct, swallowing and slurping like I could love nothing more than the piece of sex-meat throbbing in my neck. Yavara's delicate fingers squeezed into the fat of my ass, prying me further open so that she could push her face deeper into my crack, and taste my vile depths. I was already so close.