Queen Yavara Ch. 56

"Acquire me."

"Perhaps that's the wrong word." Leveria tapped her lips, "I guess... I guess 'partner' with you would be the appropriate terminology. Yes, I need you as a partner. How about it, little sis?"

I almost laughed. How could she think I wouldn't see through her veil of manipulation after all this time?! "I'm leaving this place, Leveria. I'm fleeing to Ardeni Dreus, boarding the first ship to Balamora, and never coming back. I never want to see your face again."

"I'm not letting you leave."

"Then I'm your prisoner, not your partner."

"We're all prisoners to our responsibilities, Yavara. You can't just run from yours."

"Responsibilities?!"

"You swore to serve your people. I would hold you to that oath."

"You're the Dark Queen now, Leveria! I owe nothing to Alkandra."

Leveria shook her head. "I don't know what oaths you swore to the people of Alkandra, but I remember the oaths you swore to your people. I held the bible you swore them upon on your eighteenth birthday."

I blinked. "What?"

Leveria's lips broke into a wide grin. "You're the rightful heir to the Highland throne."

And in an instant, I saw Leveria's grand plan click right into place. "No." I said.

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes." She giggled, and proffered the dildo we'd used before. She leaned forward, and tapped me with its wet end upon each of my shoulders, "Through the power vested in me by god and the Highland Noble Court, I hereby renounce my claim to the Highland throne, and abdicate to the next in line, Yavara Tiadoa, who is of pure lineage, of rightful age, and of sound mind, body and spirit. All hail Queen Yavara Tiadoa, long may she reign."

"I'm not fucking doing it!"

"Well, you don't have a choice." Leveria sighed with a smile, "Because there's no way Arthur will negotiate, so we are going to throw everything we have at the Lowlanders. If any of us are alive afterward, we will stand no chance against the Highland invaders, so someone will need to convince the honorable field marshal to turn his army around."

"You're the one who sent him here!"

"And that's precisely why it will work. Shordian can only rationalize his betrayal of King Ternias to his men if he says he's following the order of the rightful queen. Once he realizes that I was the Dark Queen all along—"

"You were not!"

"Was too, Yavara!" She tittered teasingly, "And thank you for the wonderful city you made for me. I'll make sure to demolish all the statues of you and strike your name from every record before you go, but I digress; once Field Marshal Peter Shordian realizes that he's been following the Dark Queen's orders all along, his reputation and honor will be shattered. Enter stage right: Yavara Tiadoa, the princess who was enslaved by the wicked Alkandi's spell, but who miraculously freed herself, and is now once again a pure helpless virgin of royal stock who needs a husband to legitimize her rightful claim. Did you know that Peter Shordian is a widower?"

I stared flatly at Leveria. "You know Peter; I know Peter. Peter isn't going to buy one cent of your bullshit, least of all the virgin part."

"Peter doesn't need to buy anything. His men do. Besides, he's a pragmatist and an opportunist; that's what makes him such a good commander. Why would he miss the chance to put his child on the throne of Bentius just to destroy an already-crippled Alkandra? My horde was wiped out—"

"My horde was wiped out, and you did it!"

"Gosh, I thought you were over this, Yavara. I was the Dark Queen all along! You were just a place-holder. All of your achievements, victories and miracles were actually just... my achievements, victories and miracles." Leveria's orange eyes sparkled deviously, "Are you getting mad yet? Come on, show me how cute you look when you get mad."

I could feel my face flushing, and though I was absolutely fuming, I was not at all compelled to violence. Strange. Violence was almost always my first option.

"Absolutely adorable." Leveria giggled, "Aw, you're blushing! And oh, those eyes are squinting so much. Squint, squint, squint; are you trying to shoot lasers at me?"

"I'm remembering how much better I liked you when your brains were outside of your head."

"That's funny, because I don't think I've ever liked you more than this moment; you're just so damned cute!"

I took a deep, quivering breath, and hissed, "I'm not letting you get to me, Leveria. Not ever again."

She cocked a black eyebrow. "Is that so? All the hybrids like me better than you."

"Don't care."

"Zander, Certiok and Titus betrayed you for me."

"Certiok and Titus too?!"

"Oh, and Elena loved me more than you."

My fists clenched and unclenched, tears filmed my eyes, and my jaw worked until it felt like my teeth were shearing clean off. Leveria casually checked her nails, then smirked at me. "What, did I say something mean? Are you mad right now?" She relaxed into her pile of pillows, and stuck her tongue out at me, "What'cha gonna do about it, little sis?"

"I..." I growled, "I... I... I want you inside me."

Leveria blinked, her smile frozen to her face. "What?"

I stretched myself dramatically, displaying my alabaster bosom, my soft belly, my thick creamy thighs. I took the black crown from the bed, and placed it upon my head. "I want to be your submissive Highland queen whore."

Leveria blinked again. "You... want to be... my submissive Highland... queen... whore."

I grabbed a choke-chain from the pile, hooked it around my neck, and extended the leash to Leveria with my outstretched hand. "Yessss," I hissed lecherously, "I want to feel you invade me! Oh gods above, Alkandra has conquered the Highlands once and for all, and now the angelic queen will be ravaged by the evil incarnation! How she will wail and weep to be so violated, but in the end, she will surrender to the corrupting pleasures, and blissfully know her place at her own sister's feet!"

"Yavara, what the fuck are you—"

I prostrated dramatically before her, and whispered, "I know I don't deserve to be fucked in the pussy, so please fuck my tight slutty asshole until I come anally like an obedient little sister should!"

Leveria glanced from me, to the thing between her legs. That thing was now so hard that it was curved backwards, and throbbing with such violence that I could see her heartbeat through the bulging veins. She gave it a curious flick, then shuddered from head to toe when a bubble of precum spurted from her engorged tip. She looked from it, to me, and whispered, "well then, come over here, you little Highland slut."

I stretched forward, spread my cheeks wide, and whispered, "no."

"...what?"

"I changed my mind. I'm not going to have sex with you."

For a moment, Leveria was only confused. Then a horrible realization dawned on her face. "Oh no," she groaned, "oh no, oh no, oh no, you evil fucking BITCH!"

I grinned. "That's right, Dark Queen. How's that infamous libido doing for you, hmm? Hard to control, isn't it? Takes away critical thinking skills, makes you single-minded, and doesn't do much for rationality. I was a slut when I was the Dark Queen—the sluttiest slut in the world—but at least I didn't have a penis, and you know how men are."

Leveria tried to push her cock back down, but that only increased the pressure in it. She tried to avert her eyes from me, but they were glued to my prostrating form, every bow and bend spread out and stretched for her to see. She was drooling. "Oh, fuck." She whispered, "Oh... oh god, oh shit. C-c-come over here! I know you want it!"

"Oh, I do, Leveria. I've been trying to avoid staring at your cock like a guilty dog avoids staring at a steak. It is by far, the best-looking penis I've ever seen, and I've seen thousands. I also have a feeling that you and I would be a match made in hell between the sheets; absolutely perfect for each other."

"So then get your juicy fat ass over here and let me fuck it!"

"No." I giggled, "You see, I don't have any succubus or incubus blood in me anymore. I can want sex, but I don't need it. In fact, I can want sex and decide not to have it; can you?"

Leveria stared at me with mingled desire, hatred and a hint of admiration. "You got me in a real bind here, Yavara. Well done."

"Thank you."

"But I can just jack off."

I leaned back, splayed myself sexily over the pillows, and began to play with my pussy. "So can I."

Leveria's cock bulged with such force that her pelvis flexed with it. She cried out, and hovered her fingers over her shaft, but seemed hesitant to touch it.

"Just jack off." I giggled, "See if that satisfies you."

She glared at me from the tops of her eyes. "It won't, will it?"

"It will just make it worse."

She let out a shuddering breath. "Ok, little sis, the stage is yours. Talk."

"Your plan is a good one, I have to admit," I said, "but it leaves me as nothing more than Peter Shordian's trophy wife. If I am going to be queen of the Highlands, I am going to be queen. You will come to Bentius for my coronation, and you will bow to me before everyone, and solidify my power."

"I will not!"

"You will, Leveria, or I'll tell dear Peter to crucify you the moment you turn me over to him."

Leveria sneered at me. "That's not you, Yavara. Not anymore."

I shrugged with a smile. "I'll feel really bad about it."

"Fine!" Leveria spat.

"Wonderful." I smiled, and began to lace my corset.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She snapped.

"Whatever do you mean?" I asked coyly, my tits ballooning beautifully around my bodice.

"YOU JUST SAID WE HAD A DEAL!"

I giggled, "Leveria, I'm not going to fuck you until I know there's no chance for you to betray me. It's my only leverage. If you want to stick your new toy inside me, you're going to have to wait until the night you visit Bentius."

Leveria stared slack-jawed at me. "You're just going to leave me like this?!"

I laced the last length of my corset, then crawled over the mountain of pillows. On the other side of it, was an unconscious Zander Fredeon. Blood was crusted around his nose and ears from the mental beating he'd taken in the astral plane, but his chest rose steadily with slumbering breaths. I sent a telepathic jolt to his brain, and his eyes fluttered open.

"Rise and shine, you traitorous son of a bitch." I said, and not jokingly.

He blinked for a moment, processing my appearance. "It happened then?" he croaked.

"It happened."

Zander and I looked at each other for a painfully long time, not saying anything. Finally, I asked, "How long did you know?"

"Six days. Titus confirmed it four days ago."

"Only six days?! You've been like ice to me for months!"

"I know. Perhaps if I were more introspective, I would've realized there was something wrong. I fell in love with every incarnation who reached womanhood, but I liked you less every day."

"I loved you." I muttered.

"I am sorry." He said, and he looked like he meant it, "You were everything I wanted Alkandi to be. You were strong, charismatic, and good at heart. I should've known you were too good to be true."

"I wasn't good, Zander."

"You were, Yavara. You were just pretending not to be."

There was another silence between us, and neither of us filled it, though both of us likely had much to say.

"It was all just a mistake then." I muttered, and that seemed to encapsulate everything between us.

Zander nodded.

"Well," I sighed, "your queen is just behind these pillows, and she's in desperate need of a woman's touch. Have you introduced her to Destiny yet?"

"No."

"Well then she's in for a treat."

Zander wiped the blood from his face, and transformed into the blue-haired woman. I smiled at her, and she looked upon me with something akin to pity. Yes, Destiny and Zander had very different personalities, but they were the same people, and seeing Destiny express her dismissal of me was the final affirmation I needed to know that whatever we had was over. She crawled past me, and I slid down the mountain of pillows, and off the end of the bed.

As Leveria and Destiny's comingled moans sounded through the room, and flailing limbs and tentacles jutted sporadically from the center of the bed, I walked around the room to the bathroom, and opened the door. Furia fell unconscious from behind the door, and sprawled out onto the floor. I tapped the side of her head, and her blue eyes fluttered open. They were unfocused for a moment, then they widened with shock.

"Yavara?!" She gasped.

"Finally, you call me by my first name!" I chuckled, and extended my hand to her. She grasped it, and I lurched with the unexpected heaviness of her. I didn't realize how much muscle I'd lost with my dark-elf genes.

"Sorry," she said hastily when she'd gotten to her feet. She seemed wholly uncomfortable with me, but not like she usually was. She seemed guilty. "You're... uh..." she scratched the back of her head, "you're alive, huh?"

"You thought I would die?"

"I kind of assumed you'd have to. Can't have two Dark Queens, you know?" she laughed nervously, and continued scratching the back of her head, "So... uh... I guess you realize now that I kind of fucked you."

"You were always 'kind of' fucking me, Furia. You never could just fuck me."

She laughed again, this time genuinely. "That's because you were always trying to be Adrianna every time we did it."

"I wanted to please everyone; it was my curse."

"No, you wanted to be everyone's favorite. There's a difference. It was really creepy."

"Oh, so now that I'm white, everyone tells me how they really feel?"

Furia laughed again, and lounged against the doorframe. It was the first time she'd ever relaxed around me. "So, what's the deal now? Are you, like, the queen regent or...?"

"I guess I'm still the queen of Alkandra until tomorrow morning. We'll have to have a brief public ceremony or people will be confused as shit. Then I'll help out against the Lowlanders, and then if I'm still alive, I'm off to the Highlands. I am the rightful queen after all."

Furia shook her head disbelievingly. "Your sister really is a crafty bitch."

"The craftiest of bitches. She'll make a far better Dark Queen than me, I'm sure."

"You weren't bad, you know. As long as you didn't get in people's way, you were fine."

"A glowing review. I'll make sure to put it in on my resumé."

Furia giggled again. "Where was this Yavara the whole time?"

"I was there. You just never bothered to see me."

Her mirth faltered. "Excuse me?"

"None of you did. It's OK, I get it. I started off our relationship on the wrong foot and then took ten more missteps, but you all didn't care to walk with me anyway, and that's alright. It's lonely at the top, and I couldn't accept that, but Leveria's known it all her life. She'll be alright. You'll all be alright."

Furia furrowed her brow. "Will you be alright, Yavara?"

I smiled back, though a tear cascaded down my cheek. "I'll be fine."

Furia leaned in to touch me, but I caught her hand. "No." I said.

"I won't hold back this time." She whispered; eyes so full of lust. Why hadn't she looked at me like that before?

"I'm sure it would be the experience of a lifetime with you," I said, and placed her hand back on her breast, "but I rather spend the night alone."

"It's very likely our last night alive."

"And I haven't had a goodnight's sleep in so, so long." I smiled, and motioned toward the bed with my head, "Call the other hybrids. Tell them to meet their new queen. If this is our last night, I would have you enjoy it."

She gave me a long look. "Are you sure?"

"I am. Go on, Furia, you don't want to party with me anyway. I'm just a boring high-elf girl now, and Leveria's got a new fat penis and a pair of testicles."

Furia's brows went up. "Lady-balls, hmm? That is new." She turned her head toward the bed, then rapidly transformed in and out of her vampiric form. "I just updated all the sluts on the new development. They're probably sprinting at full-speed right now." She looked back to me, then to the tower across the castle, "Are you sure you can still fly?"

I stepped up to the windowsill, and smiled back at her, "Only one way to find out."

I pushed my heel off the window sill, and stepped out onto nothing. Gravity took me, a jolt of fear shot up my spine, my stomach lurched, and I flailed for a second, but I managed to catch myself with the mass of air below me. It was much harder than it was before, but the adrenaline racing through me gave me the energy I needed. I looked back at Furia, whose lips had been poised to scream when I lurched.

"You could've asked for a fucking rope!" She yelled.

"But what would be the fun of that?" I giggled.

"You scared the shit out of me!"

"I know!" I tittered, "Isn't the fear fun?!"

I could tell she didn't quite understand what I was saying, but that was OK. I just nodded my salutations, turned around, and began my journey across the expanse of nothing.

I could barely see the people below in the dim dusk light, but I could make out the figures of several blonde-haired women scrambling over each other to get up the castle steps. Eva even pushed Brianna over to get through the door first. A hermaphroditic dark-elf with a dick and balls?! To these women, it was practically like god herself had descended to grace them that night. I laughed at the thought, then sighed with melancholy. Yes, Leveria's new parts were certainly the cause of excitement, but it was really just Leveria that they were all running for. They had only ever run away from me. I shook the self-pity from my head, and propelled myself toward my tower. It was much more taxing than I remembered, and I felt the sweat beading on my forehead with the exertion of keeping myself airborne. I realized halfway across that there was no way I was going to make it.

A hell of an end to my story. I thought bitterly. Well, I'd always wanted to see how far I could throw myself. I collected all the air behind me, and with a growl, I launched forward. The air whipped through my hair, the tower became closer and closer, and the small aperture of the window became larger and larger. I zipped past my curtains, and plopped into my bed. Perfect aim, as always. I smiled proudly to myself, unlaced my stifling corset, pulled off my sweaty boots, and threw them in the corner. I doubted I'd ever wear them again. Freed of the oppressive clothing, I snuggled into the covers, and sank into the warmth. The moment I closed my eyes, thoughts of Elena swam into my vision. This night, however, they did not torment me. The memories somehow seemed... brighter.

LYDIA STRALTAIRA

Being a vampire was an exercise in moral ambiguity. It truly made me question what was universally "right" and what was societally "right." My daughter had made me seriously question these "rights" for three days. Being a lesbian was a societal wrong, and yet, a woman's curves seemed so right to me. Incest was most-definitely a societal wrong, and yet, my daughter's flesh felt so right inside of me. I determined that incest and lesbianism were not universal wrongs, as they did not hurt anyone so long as everyone participating was doing it of their own free will. These were things I could contend with morally, and though I would certainly keep them a secret from society, I felt that society had gotten them somewhat wrong.

Cannibalism, however, was another topic entirely. The few survivors of the battle had vacated the castle to help those who suffered in the lower wards, leaving me alone in a castle full of corpses. At first, I had gone about playing the silent crypt-keeper; sneaking in the dark places to avoid detection, and dragging bodies to the throne room so that they could rest in neat orderly rows, and later be identified. But as the sun set, and the beams of sunlight that shone through the gothic windows became beams of moonlight, I became rather hungry. My first instinct was to go to the pantry and find some dried meats, but when I bit into the flesh, it offered me no sustenance. I sucked and sucked and sucked, and realized in a moment of mild embarrassment that I had forgotten how to eat! I bit off a portion of ham, and chewed it. I felt like a cow masticating cud, and I spat out the meat in disgust. I didn't understand; I loved ham!