Queen Yavara Ch. 57

Part Seventeen: Pyrrhic

Chapter Fifty-seven

LEVERIA

I took a deep breath, and my nostrils were filled with the smell of spent lust. Warm morning skin moistened in a dew of hormonal sweat, the subtle pungency of sexual fluids, and the tang of orifices that had not yet coalesced into their fleshy confines. Ah, what a wonderful miasma. My eyes fluttered open, and I sighed with contentment. The morning sun wasn't yet up, but I felt no need to rise. The day would bring immeasurable bloodshed, and so I clung to the night like a stubborn child with her blanket.

I was in the middle of a pile of women. Destiny slumbered just above me, acting as my pillow, while Soraya snuggled into my left side, and Furia spooned my right. Faltia and Kiera rested about my feet while Eva and Brianna were nestled between my splayed legs. My cock was still in Eva's mouth, and Brianna was snoring contentedly into my nuts. It had been a night to remember for certain.

Destiny had been my tutor in the brutal art of a man's lust. She let me learn how to use my cock upon her as she directed me from the inside with her tentacles. For a few awkward minutes, I felt like a child trying to learn how to ride a bicycle. Then it all clicked together, and before either of us knew what had happened, I had Destiny bent over with my foot pressing her face into the mattress, and my cock ramming into her cunt with such force that she lurched forward with every thrust. She came in a writhe of wiggling tentacles and limbs, and screamed out her muffled orgasm before I filled her with my seed, and rolled off her. I knew I was good by the pitch of her squeals, but I didn't realize how good I was until Destiny came crawling over to me, and deepthroated every inch of my shaft with an expression of pure gratitude upon her face.

"Do you know what mistake Yavara made with the hybrids?" Destiny asked me after she popped my cock free from her blue lips.

"What?"

"She tried to be their friend. The hybrids don't want a friend, Leveria. The hybrids are beasts, and beasts only respond to one thing."

"Strength."

"A very particular kind of strength," Destiny giggled, and ran her tongue worshipfully up my shaft. I shuddered all over, still marveling at how much I loved having this raging piece of meat between my legs. It was power distilled to its most simple, brutal, carnal form. It was a tool to burrow deep into someone, to defile them and ravage them in their most intimate places, to utterly dismantle their pride and ego, and to make them love it. I knew what kind of woman Destiny was, and she wasn't the kind to reverently clean off her own pussy juice with her tongue after a good fucking. I had done something to her.

After that, my conquest began. I fucked Soraya in front of Eva, and made Soraya call me 'Domina.' She sobbed the name like a horrible confession, and Eva looked upon me with comingled hatred, admiration, and desire. The sadistic hermaphrodite tried to test me then, and I had my fat cock buried all the way up her ass a few seconds later. I choked her as I fucked her shithole, ramming so hard that she prolapsed within a minute, and I didn't stop my jackhammering thrusts until she was so defeated that her eyes were rolled back, and a stupid smile was stretched across her face. I milked her orgasmic seed into Soraya's awaiting mouth, then tossed her onto the bed like trash. They all looked at me differently then. Soraya was the weakest of them, but Eva was second only to Furia. When Kiera and Brianna approached me at once, they did so with trepidation. I grabbed Kiera first, turned her around, and railed into her pussy until she wept with ecstasy. I made Brianna bend over in front of her, and I used her beloved like a condom to fuck her into a screaming puddle. When I was done with Kiera, I tossed her dazed body onto the bed, opened her mouth, then dipped my cock in Brianna's gaping hole, and slid it between Kiera's lips with the next thrust. I did this for minutes, stretching Brianna's malleable ass and pussy until they fit the shape of my organ, then making her beloved clean it off. When Brianna was at her breaking point, I delivered an assault of slaps to her fat ass, and fucked her until she was put to sleep in the bedding.

Faltia was a bit harder. Her hatred for me ran deep, and though we had made love before in my cell beneath the arena, this was different. This was a test of wills, and unfortunately for her, it was no test at all. After two minutes, I had her glugging on my cock with spit pouring down her chin and onto her jiggling breasts, which she squeezed with one hand as she fervently masturbated with the other. I came down her throat and made her swallow every drop, and she orgasmed right there and then, her eyes rolling back into her head as she looked up at me. After that, all I had to do was straddle her across my lap, and pound her surrendered body until she wept with euphoria, and forgave me for everything.

Furia was the hardest. It wasn't just that she was the most masculine of the group, but that she commanded the others to her will. Like any commander worth her salt, she didn't take on the threat alone. Eva, still looking to regain some of her lost pride, came up from behind me and shoved her cock all the way in my ass. I tried to buck her off, but the moment I felt her raging organ inside of me, I couldn't find it in my heart to deny her. After that, it was easy for Furia to part my legs, slide her cock under my balls, and penetrate my pussy.

The two hermaphrodites ravaged me for twenty minutes, attacking my weaker side, making me blubber and beg and scream in submissive glee. Having a prostate made me vulnerable to anal in a way I never imagined, and Eva knew just how to hit it. Furia's massive organ hollowed me out to the bottom, rubbed along all those spots upon my womanly ceiling, and pressed against her partner from the other side. They held my arms back and fish-hooked me, they yanked my hair and spanked me, the spit in my face and choked me. They did everything they could to dominate me, but I resisted. Even after orgasming in successive cascades, forcing me to endure ecstatic sensations that would make a slave of any other woman, I resisted. And when their organs quaked in release, and they cried out their climaxes, I took their seed deep into my battered holes, and made my move.

"What the fuck?!" Eva screamed. She was suspended in the air, her holes stretched gaping by invisible forces, her cock nearly turned white with pressure.

"What?" I giggled sardonically.

"You can't use magic on me!"

"And why the fuck not?"

"You want us to respect you, don't you?" Faltia snarled, "Then you'll never use magic on us! That's something even Yavara—"

Faltia's next words were cut from her by a stream of orgasmic obscenities as I telepathically tapped into the pleasure centers of her mind, and dialed them all the way up.

"You made two mistakes, Commander; the first was that you think I give a shit about your respect. I don't care about your respect; I demand your obedience. The second mistake you made was comparing me to my sister. I am not my sister. Continuing to make that mistake will result in you becoming demoted to the public urinal for the rest of your miserable life. Do you understand?"

"Yesh!" she slurred with an ecstatic smile on her face as she writhed on the bedding.

"Good," I grinned, then turned to Furia, "now, shall we?"

I wrestled Furia into the mattress, pinned her with telekinesis, then spread her legs wide open, and plunged into her feminine slit. The gasp she uttered when I touched her bottom was one of pure awe, and the look she gave me afterward was of a resigned understanding. She would resist me, she had to, but she knew then that it was futile. And though she performed admirably in her attempt to reclaim dominance with her clenching feminine hole, it was all for naught. She called me 'master' when she orgasmed, and broke down into euphoric tears in my arms.

After that, the night was a blur. Having established my place at the top of the pack, I allowed my lovers to penetrate my holes at will. Kiera, Furia and Eva occupied my ass, pussy and mouth on rotation while I buried my filthy shaft into Faltia, Brianna and Soraya. I learned the texture, shape and tightness of every single hybrid hole to the point that I could distinguish them just by sensation. When I fucked the hermaphrodites, I paid close attention to their masculine sides, and serviced each of them generously with my mouth. I suppose it wasn't entirely selfless, for I enjoyed sucking cock nearly as much as I enjoyed having my cock sucked, and the selection of penises I had for me were second to none. But of course, my mouth was the one and only of its kind. I brought Furia crashing to her knees with just my lips and tongue, then I subdued her with my throat. I made Kiera sing when I swallowed around her shaft, and I made Eva speak in tongues when I nestled her tip deep in my esophagus.

While I sucked the three hermaphrodites at once, the women spoiled my body like I was a goddess. They nursed from me, tenderly consumed my ass and pussy, and massaged me sensually. I rewarded each of them with the part of me they desired, and satisfied all of them equally. In the late hours of the night, the all descended upon me, and I turned into a mindless animal of avaricious lust.

After that, I didn't remember much.

I looked out the window at the changing sky, and let out a melancholy sigh. My first night as the Dark Queen had been one of the best nights of my life, and now my life was likely almost over. It galled me that I had wished for death on many occasions over the past few days, and now I wished for life with every fiber of my being. But such was the nature of living. I peeled myself off the bed, and roused my new harem. We had a busy day ahead of us.

ELENA

I burst through the portal of South Fort. I was naked and covered in blood with a tattooed quadruple-amputee strapped to my chest and the king's decapitated head in my hand. The mages gawked at me. Dog Meat wiggled her stumps and giggled. I raised my hands, held Ternias's head aloft, and said, "Take me to Field Marshal Peter Shordian."

I was only in holding for five minutes before the tent flap opened, and the field marshal walked in. The twenty mages that surrounded me waited on his word, the points of their glowing swords making a lethal necklace about my collar. He looked down at me, and let out a grunt.

"Lady Elena Straltaira, you look rather different than when I last saw you."

"Is it the tan?"

"No, it's the look in your eyes. You weren't a killer the last time we met."

"I was fourteen."

"There are younger murderers." He waved his hand, and the blades were withdrawn from my throat. He pulled up a chair, sat down across from me, and pulled out a bloody sack. "So, the despot is dead."

"He is."

He nodded gravely. "Ternias never gained the loyalty of the army. He tried to buy it from me with a political marriage, but I only paid lip service to his offer. As you and I sit here, the only monarch I recognize is Queen Leveria Tiadoa."

"We are in agreement then."

"So are they." Shordian gestured to the mages standing behind him. "Without the loyalty of the royal mages and the army, there is no ruler of the Highlands. Ternias would never have stayed king."

"Your loyalty and honor are admirable, Field Marshal." I said. I studied him carefully, then turned my gaze to the mages behind him. "As are yours, gentlemen. The Highlands thanks you for not bending to those who would seize power through lies and obfuscation."

"Indeed." Shordian grunted, "Most people say things without ever meaning them; Lucas Ternias was one of these people. There are very few people in the world who say they'll do something, and then go and do it." He gave me a furtive look. "Thomas Adarian is one such person."

My heart skipped a beat, but I kept my face composed. "She never told me you were involved."

"He—or she, rather—sent me a letter carried by one of Gorlok's eagles." He set the sack down on the table beside him. "I should've known she had you on her side the whole time. Your reputation as a silver-tongued demoness precedes you, Lady Straltaira."

I smiled back at the field marshal, keeping my face unreadable.

He eased back into his chair, and pondered the blood-stained crown that sat on his table. "And the other traitors—Huntiata, Jonias, and Feractian—have they been dealt with?"

"They're all gone."

He nodded solemnly. "Then the line of succession has been ended." He glanced up at me, "I take it Adrianna has heard the news of the army's mobilization; that is why she sent you here."

"She had great misgivings about the army's plan."

"I didn't mean to deceive her, but there was no way to contact her at the time." He rubbed his hands together uncomfortably, "I know she has sympathies for the Alkandrans, but she need not fear me, nor should you. I know that you and Yavara were... well-acquainted."

"The Dark Queen and I shared a past, but my eyes are for the future, Field Marshal. As you said, we are both faithful servants of Queen Tiadoa, and this attack was her last order."

"Aye, we're all loyal soldiers, the three of us. You, me, Adrianna. When this is over, we'll continue to fight the good fight as loyal soldiers do."

I nodded, and contemplated the bloody crown atop Shordian's table. Leveria had killed her mother to get it, Ternias had killed Leveria to get it, and Shordian had killed Ternias. For all that Shordian spoke of honor and virtue, he'd inherited the crown the same way his predecessors had. In the dimly-lit tent surrounded by the royal mages, I could practically hear Leveria's laughter.

"Adrianna won't be joining us in the good fight, Field Marshal." I said.

"Why?"

"Because Adrianna was a traitor who led our enemies to the walls of Bentius, so I killed her."

Shordian's expression became suddenly stony. He turned to the mages behind him, and snapped his fingers. "Leave us."

"Stay." I ordered.

The mages looked from Shordian, to me, and did nothing.

"Leave us!" He roared.

"Those are royal mages, Field Marshal." I said softly, "They only obey royalty."

"You're a goddamned dark-blood!" He snapped, "A fucking race traitor!"

"You dare call me a traitor?" I hissed, "When you failed to warn Bentius that an army led by an Alkandran governess would soon be attacking?!"

"It was a trap! The rebels and orcs were destroyed at the wall!"

"No, Field Marshal. They made it over the wall. They made it over every wall."

The look of horror that cross Shordian's face almost gave me pause. He blinked, then closed his eyes. A pair of tears streaked down his cheeks, and he exhaled slowly from his nose. "Does Bentius still stand?"

"She kneels."

He bowed his head, and let the tears pour freely down his withered face. "I only did what I thought was best for my country." He said to the floor.

"You did what was best for you."

"Someone needs to lead us." He glared at me from the tops of his eyes. "You are not a Highlander, Elena. Not anymore. No one will follow you."

"Dog Meat!" I said, and the tattooed woman wiggled her little stumps, and cast a perception spell upon me. "Very few people who have seen me in my true flesh still live, and those that have will not betray me. Everything the people have heard are just rumors, and rumors are as transient as the wind. They'll follow me."

He turned to look at the mages surrounding us. "And you? Will you follow a half-breed Alkandran?"

Their silence was his answer. He looked from man to man, trying to find a sympathetic pair of eyes, but there were none. The rage slowly boiled to the surface of his face, twisting the features that had been gaunt with shame.

"Damn you all then." He growled, "Damn you all! I will not give the throne of the Highlands to a goddamned Alkandran!"

"But I'm taking it anyway."

"You can't just take the army, you fool!"

"When those soldiers hear what you did, will they follow you?" I asked.

He didn't answer. He only glared at me from the tops of his eyes.

"You were a great soldier, Peter." I said, and stood up, "This country owes you a debt for all that you have done. Consider that debt paid today. No one will ever know of your involvement in Adrianna's attack." I pulled open the table drawer, and dropped a quill and parchment into Shordian's lap. "Tender your formal resignation, and recognize my right to rule."

"Kill me, you bitch." He snarled.

I gave him a pitiable look. "Don't go out like this. It's unbefitting of a man of such honor and dignity." I placed a bottle of ink on the table, and opened it. "You had a heart attack in your tent when you heard the news of Bentius. In your last moments, you sought to bring stability to the country that has gone through so much chaos. You reestablished the line of succession, and you consolidated the power of the military under royal rule, never allowing it to be used as a political tool again. When all is said and done, there will be a statue of you in every Highland city for the victories you achieved and the sacrifices you made." I placed my hand on the bloody sack that contained Ternias's head, "Or you will be forever known as the man who let the enemy rape Bentius."

He looked from the bloody sack, to the ink well, then back to me. The hatred showed clearly in his eyes, but there was something akin to admiration mingled with it. "Leveria taught you well."

"She did."

He snorted, and grabbed the quill. Dipping the point of it in the ink, he began to scratch out his letter of resignation. His hands were trembling by the time he was done, and he had to fold his fingers together in his lap to keep them from rattling on the table. I read the letter thoroughly, checking for coded words and phrases. When I was satisfied there were none, I made a slight motion with my head, and the mage behind Peter Shordian burst the general's heart. Shordian slouched, a stream of blood poured from his lower lip, and the light faded from his eyes. The mage who killed him looked up at me.

"Peter Shordian's days were numbered when he showed us his weakness," the mage said, "contrary to what he claimed here, he refused to even hear Queen Tiadoa's final orders. It was General Krakis who followed them, and General Krakis who would've ruled after Alkandra was taken. We would have made sure of it."

"And now?"

The mage wordlessly walked to the other side of the tent, then came back with a weapon in hand. It was a standard-issue broadsword, one of fifty-thousand that had been hastily prepared for the army.

"Seven of my friends died to make this weapon," the mage said, "it will cleave through any arcane shield, and render any wound unhealable. Peter Shordian wanted it destroyed."

I extended my hand, and wrapped my fingers around the handle. It didn't feel any different than another sword; it was actually a little dull, but the knowledge of what it could do seemed to make it heavier in my hand. I looked at my reflection in the blade, the high-elf façade staring back at me, and I wondered if that woman could do what was necessary.

"What's your name?" I asked the mage.

"I am First Mage Lucian, apprentice to Headmaster Glendian."

"First Mage Lucian," I said, "I will make sure that your friends' sacrifice will not be wasted. You have my promise."

"Then you have my loyalty. All hale Queen Elena Straltaira!" he shouted, and the others echoed, "All hale!" They knelt around me, and bowed their heads. In the corner, Dog Meat wiggled her stumps, and giggled.

I was bathed and dressed in form-fitting gilded armor. The Highland crown was washed of blood, and placed ceremoniously upon my head. This was all done in the darkness of the command tent, and besides Dog Meat and the mages, only the corpse of Peter Shordian was there to bear witness to my coronation. Then the mages sent out their messenger boys, and copies of the field marshal's letter were delivered to every corner of the camp. One by one, the forty generals of the army came to pay tribute. They knelt at my feet, kissed the familial ring on my finger, pledged their unwavering fealty to me, then paid their final respects to Shordian, who was laying peacefully in a decorated bed. I assessed each man very carefully, wondering how I would maintain their loyalty after the coming engagement. My question was answered when Cavalry Commander Krakis came strutting into the room with a chest full of freshly-polished metals. The other generals saluted him smartly, and he returned their salutes with the confidence of a man who owns the room.