Queen Yavara Ch. 61

"I'll just..." I muttered, suddenly unable to remember basic words, "I need... I need to sleep now, Your Highness. In the guest room."

"Of course," she purred, "but we don't have a guest chamber, Ambassador. It's your room. Make yourself at home."

"This isn't my home!" I said fiercely, unsure why I was so flustered.

Leveria just smiled, and waved her hand. "Dog Meat, please show the ambassador to her quarters."

A beautiful hybrid covered in tattoos and dressed in masochistic bondage stepped before me, and offered me her hand with a wide smile.

"Dog Meat?" I gasped.

She wiggled her arms, and giggled. "That's me!" She took my hand in hers, and led me out of the war-room, up a single flight of stairs, and into a bedroom the likes of which I'd never seen before. Most of the room was occupied by an enormous bed, and within that bed were piles of pillows, heaps of clothes, and more sex toys than I could conceive of.

"The old hybrids used to live here." Dog Meat said, "Can you imagine what it must've been like?" She paced around the room, and ran her fingers through the silken sheets, "If this bed could talk, imagine the stories it would tell. It's a shame that it's been empty for so long."

"Where do you sleep then?"

"Over there," Dog Meat pointed to a large dog kennel in the corner, then grinned back at me, "but I'd be willing to sleep like a person if you'd be willing to snuggle."

"No thank you."

"No thank you?" Dog Meat giggled incredulously, and turned until we were face to face. "Elena Straltaira, when did you become such a nun?"

"You don't know me."

"But I've heard so many stories." She hissed, and drew her tender fingers up my arm, "The queen never stops talking about you. She even cries out your name sometimes on the rare occasions she lets me use my cock on her. Then I have to hold her while she weeps." Dog Meat giggled mischievously, and put her finger over her lips, "Don't tell her I told you that, or she'll cut my limbs off! It'll be our little secret. Sisters should keep each other's secrets."

"Sisters?"

"Isn't that what we are?" She whispered, her fingers moving up my neck, touching my jaw, "The hybrids that were made by Yavara are all gone. A new sisterhood is forming, and you and I are its first members."

"I was made by Yavara."

She smiled. "Were you, Elena? Were you really? Perhaps she transformed you, but it was someone else who made you." Her fingers snaked into my hair, and framed my head so delicately. "Won't you lie with me, sister?" She whispered so sweetly.

I couldn't help myself. After three months of fucking no one else but my mother, I needed some variety. Besides, I'd never fucked someone else like me before, and considering the rave reviews I got from my partners, I would be denying myself by denying Dog Meat. I could trust her. She was my sister, after all.

YAVARA

It had been three months since I had performed my soft coup on Elena, and I was just getting around to my coronation ceremony. It would be tomorrow after the planting festival, when Bentius would be filled with farmers and city-folk alike. I wanted to get it over with much sooner, but being the queen of a crippled nation left no time for ceremony.

Firstly, I had to get my new organs surgically stuffed back into me, and the healing process left me bedridden for six weeks. While my body began the arduous task of accepting and incorporating my new organs, I directed the country from the royal bedroom. The economy was a shitshow, the army was deserting left and right, the reconstruction of Bentius was taking a painfully long time, and the planting season was poor. We needed trade, which meant we needed to find someone willing to trade with us. It took the royal mages ten weeks to rebuild the Jonian Spire, but when I turned on my new international mirror, I found very few people willing to talk to me. The governors of the Lowlands wouldn't answer my calls, the lords of the Bearded Peaks ignored me, and though the Balamora nations at least picked up their mirrors, trade and diplomacy were off the table. Leveria was trying to bleed me dry. Elena had told me as much.

My newly-appointed ambassador had been conspicuously absent for quite some time. She didn't show up for the first week, which was expected; Elena was a notorious pouter. She came back the week after, and made a point of being very stiff with me. She only referred to me as 'Your Highness,' which she knew I hated. If it weren't for Lydia and Esmerelda, I would've felt like the Dark Queen all over again; disconnected and isolated. The three of us spent every night together in my bed. At first, they'd only been there to help me while I rehabilitated, but as we became more and more familiar with each other, our inhibitions faded until we finally just fucked in a raucous vampiric threesome. Lydia was my new blood mother. I daresay the royal guards got an earful.

Though Elena's mother and the rebel leader both developed into very potent lovers under my lustful tutelage, I still wasn't sexually satisfied. Both were submissive lovers, and neither had the one thing I really, really needed. And though there were thousands of suitable bachelors in Bentius, I couldn't just snag one off the streets and bring him to my bed like I did when I was in Alkandra. If anyone found out, it would destroy my reputation, and my reputation was held together by tape and staples as it was. My retransformation was considered my rebirth, and all deeds I'd committed as the Dark Queen were considered void, but there was no denying that I had done them. One misstep might see me dragged out to the guillotine by an angry mob. I had to be perfect. I was considered a virgin once more after my retransformation, and I had to find a suitable husband to break my chastity; only then would I get my fix, because Elena wasn't putting out.

"I will let you do literally anything to me!" I hissed as we walked down the corridors of Castle Bentius. I had to wear dense and ballooning traditional garb, but Elena sauntered around the castle in a sleek little outfit that hid absolutely nothing.

Elena shuffled through her papers, and said, "As I was saying, the trade ships from the summer isles—"

"Don't you fucking blow me off!"

"—were intercepted by Alkandran mercenaries. Leveria of course denies any involvement. If we bring this up to—"

"Elena!"

She turned to me, and raised her blonde brows. "Yes, Your Highness?"

I rolled my eyes. "When are you going to stop this nonsense?"

"Not having sex with you is 'nonsense?'"

"We haven't even kissed!" I ran my hands through my hair, and sighed. "Are you going to keep stringing me along forever? You've been walking around the castle dressed like a stripper, and I know it's not because that outfit is comfortable."

"It's certainly more comfortable than that outfit."

"I mean it, Elena." I muttered, inching closer to her, "When are you going to forgive me?"

"I'm not punishing you."

"Then why are you being so cold to me?" I asked, getting scandalously close to her in a public setting.

She looked steadily into my eyes, and didn't answer.

"Are we..." I swallowed, "are we... done?"

She continued to hold my gaze for an agonizingly long time, then broke it with a sigh. "No, Yavara, we're not done. I'm still in love with you, and I want to be with you, but..."

"...you love Leveria more." I answered with a defeated whimper.

"I haven't touched her."

"Bullshit." I sniffled, "You're with her almost every night."

"It's true, Yavara." Elena said with conviction, "I love you both, but I won't touch either of you."

"Why?"

She just smiled. "For the Highlands, of course."

ELENA

I had told Yavara the truth about me and Leveria, but not the whole truth. Yes, I had remained chaste with Leveria, but it wasn't some great struggle. Unlike Yavara who threw herself at me many times in a day, Leveria was nothing to me but cordial. Most of our conversations outside the war-room were just pleasant small talk, generally about the progress of Alkandra's reconstruction, or perhaps lighthearted recollections of the past fun we had. There was a strange undertone to it all that disturbed me; I couldn't help but feel that she was manipulating me, but I didn't know how.

Alkandra was strikingly quiet these days. The thousands of now-orphaned beast children were being raised in Ardeni by surrogate parents, so there were only a few thousand people living in Alkandra proper, and most of them were Ardeni construction workers who camped outside. The castle had five-hundred residents, half of which were vampires who lived in the dungeon, and the other half were the scant beast survivors of the Lowland attack. The guest wing of the building was almost as populated as the residential wing, for foreign investors and dignitaries were flooding the docks.

Despite the carnage Alkandra had endured, Leveria still maintained its reputation as a place for sinful delights. On more than one occasion while walking down the hallway, I caught her through an open door. It was on such occasions that I felt like the scared little ranger I had been in Prestira Rasloraca's bar, watching disbelievingly as Yavara did things I never thought I'd see her do. Only Leveria was worse. Through the cracked-open bedroom door, I saw the Dark Queen in all her sexual savagery and avarice. She took a dozen men at a time, and somehow dominated them all. She fucked her lovers with hatred—men and women alike—pounding into their tender orifices until they were simultaneously sobbing for mercy and joy. The snarl she bore upon her face was a display of malice and delight, and the violent motions of her beautiful body were somehow more graceful than a dancer's. She was as terrible as she was desirable, as abusive as she was tender, as hateful as she was loving. An angel. A devil. I couldn't look away. I would watch her from the dark hallway, and I would masturbate furiously. And inevitably, she would subtly break from the debauchery in such a way that no one else noticed, turn her face toward the door, and wink at me. But that was all. She never invited me in, though I knew I was welcome. The depravity of Alkandra was welcome to me behind every door—whether it be vampires, succubi, incubi, or revelers from far away countries—but I never partook. I only sated myself with Dog Meat, and only in the dead of night.

Leveria and I maintained this tenuous distance for three months. It was only when we were locked in the heated debate of the war-room that our armor fell away. It was just like old times in the Noble Court. She was as vicious and clever as she ever was, and even more daring than before, and I had to parry endlessly just to keep up. Without the rest of the nobles to play off of, it was just her and me, and that was no match at all. After hours of defensive maneuvering, we would leave the war-room together, and recommence our subdued relationship as ambassador and queen.

"We finally got all the rubble pushed into the sea." Leveria said, gesturing across the burgeoning city. Everything Adrianna had built was gone, wiped clean from the surface of the earth, leaving only the foundations. "I think I'll build an even bigger arena when the trolls from Ardeni get here. If there's one thing I know about ruling beasts, it's that an arena is an absolute necessity."

"I'm sorry you had to endure that."

"It wasn't your fault. Hell, it wasn't even Yavara's." Leveria chuckled to herself, "I don't even blame myself, actually. I guess all that horror was just... Alkandra calling me home. I wish you'd seen it. I was magnificent."

"I would never watch that."

"I'm sure the idea is abhorrent to you, but I guarantee you wouldn't have been able to look away."

"Not everyone is as fucked up as you."

"No, but you're pretty close." She winked congenially at me, "Dog Meat doesn't keep secrets well from either of us."

"She's got a mouth on her," I mumbled into my wine glass, "and she sure knows how to use it."

"I'm glad you two are getting along. If there's anything Yavara did right as the queen, it was establishing a ruling elite."

"I'm an ambassador, not your citizen."

She wiggled her fingers. "Viola! You now have dual citizenship."

"This isn't my home, Leveria. It never will be."

"It grows on you; give it time." Leveria inhaled the spring air deeply, and let out a smiling breath. "I have such grand designs for this place, Elena. Within ten years, you won't be able to see the city limits from here; they will stretch to the horizon. I won't be able to control everything then. Hell, I'm having a hard time of it now. Between managing the Lowlands and conquering the Bearded Peaks, I find myself being stretched thinner every day."

"Get to the point."

She smirked at me. "I was about to ask you to be my ambassador to the Highlands."

I snorted.

"I'm not joking."

"I know, and I'm not accepting."

"You wouldn't have to change anything." Leveria said, pulling out a cigarette, "I know you're a Highland loyalist through-and-through. You'd just have to... consider both perspectives."

"No."

"You wouldn't have to stop being Yavara's ambassador either. You'd just—"

"No, Leveria." I said firmly.

Leveria turned to me, the mask of congeniality gone from her face. "We haven't talked about what happened that day in the tower."

"Which day in the tower?"

"Both days, actually."

I shifted uncomfortably. "There's nothing that needs to be said."

"I'd say there is." Leveria twisted her fingers together, "I uh... I know what it's like."

"What?"

"Death." She stared fixedly at her entwined fingers, "Before Yavara transformed me, she blew my brains out. For about a minute there... I don't know... there wasn't anything. I never believed in God, but I... I always thought there had to be... something."

"Maybe there is. Maybe we're just not part of it."

"Maybe..." She mumbled. Her eyes flitted up to mine, "When you saw that I was alive, what did you feel?"

"A lot of things."

She laughed. "Yeah... me too. I guess a lot happened between us while we weren't there. Funny how that works."

"Yeah..."

She twisted her fingers into such knots that they were white around the knuckles. "The first day in the tower, you died for me. The second day in the tower, you tried to kill me. You really tried to kill me."

"I did."

"You said you loved me."

"I still do."

"But..." her brow furrowed, and tears formed in her orange eyes, "you've been there, Elena, you knew what it was like beyond, and you still... you still..."

"It tore me to pieces, Leveria, is that what you want to hear?" I growled, "Because you won't get an apology from me."

She shook her head, and pursed her lips around her cigarette. After letting out a cloud of smoke, she said, "I don't want an apology from you, Elena. Not ever."

"Then what do you want?"

She tilted her head, and considered the western horizon. "Before you fell from that tower, you were the link between Yavara and me. We hated each other, but you gave us a strange commonality. Now, you are the reason we're driven apart. If you had died that day in Bentius, Yavara and I would've fallen in love."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Something you can't understand," Leveria muttered. "I believe with all my heart that you were a gift sent to me by... whatever force works in the world. You were my deliverer to this place—to myself. Now I'm here, and you are lost."

"You're delusional."

"No, you are." Leveria looked steadily at me, "All your life, you were an outcast, but you tried so hard to fit into an idea of yourself. You joined the rangers. You swore oaths. You made yourself believe that you were the person you wanted to be. A patriot. A defender of your nation. But if you truly loved your country, then why did you commit the rest of your life to Castle Thorum and the Great Forest? Rangers weren't patriots; they were criminals and pariahs. That was why it was so easy for them to betray the Highlands after Yavara transformed them."

"Fuck you."

"I am a pathological liar, but I'm honest with myself. You've been telling yourself a lie all your life. You are not a Highlander, Elena. You never were. Neither was Yavara, for that matter. I was the only one of the three of us who truly understood what the Highland kingdom is, and even when I was the queen of it, I held it in contempt. You asked me what I want, Elena; I want you to gain some fucking perspective." Leveria flicked her cigarette, stepped on the embers, and said, "See you in the morning."

Then she left me.

LEVERIA

Certiok had to demonstrate her loyalty to me before I gave her what she wanted. I liked her, but she was too ambitious. I needed to know that she'd submit, and more than just sexually. I tested her with fake contracts from Ardeni offering a king's ransom just to slip poison in my wine. She ignored each one until one day, she finally bit on an offer too great to deny. I was disappointed in her. I disguised myself as an Ardeni merchant, and waited at our meeting spot. Sure enough, Certiok came sneaking around the corner. I was about to pull off my disguise and reveal myself, but she fired three crossbow bolts into my chest before I could. She earned her reward after that.

"Oh, sweet fuck!" the she-orc princess gasped, tears streaming down her face. She was quivering on the bed like an epileptic, wracked with waves of orgasms that wouldn't cease even after I'd pulled out. I assisted the poor girl by elevating her pelvis lest she shake out all the precious baby-gravy I'd deposited inside of her, then I enjoyed the show. Her tattooed pale green body was a tapestry of abuse. Her nipples and clit were swollen, her anus and pussy were gaping, and there were bright-red handprints all over her flesh. Little strands of her hair were still twisted around my fingers, and bruises had already formed around her throat from where I'd choked her. It was strange to think that a cute little baby would be the end result of all this sadomasochistic depravity, but I supposed nature itself was savage, and so life's inception should be too.

"What did you do to me?!" Certiok squealed in ecstasy, writhing in the sheets. After a minute of ardent self-combat, she finally eased back to sanity. "Oh my god!" She panted, her breaths decelerating, "I thought I was going to die!"

"I have that effect on people." I chuckled, watching my cum drain slowly into her gaping depths. When I was satisfied that the conception was done, I let her lie flat on the bed. She was so spent that there was no strength in her at all, and she just flopped there, completely useless. "What are you going to name her?" I asked.

"I don't know." Certiok groaned, "The last one was going to be named 'Sherok' after Trenok's mother, but... god, they're all dead. Brock, Trenok, the Terdini, the Protaki, the Ten. A thousand years of memories and traditions were wiped out in less than a week."

"Good riddance."

She scowled at me. "Sometimes I forget that you were the genocidal maniac who did it all."

"The past thousand years were just one giant misstep for orc-kind, Certiok. You were once feared by all the world, then you devolved into stone-age barbarians. It's best to forget it happened. It's quite embarrassing, really."

"Well, your name just got crossed off the list." Certiok said, patting her belly.

"Don't care. Don't expect me to help you raise that thing, by the way."

"Why the hell would I want you to?"

"Just tell me when it turns eighteen so that I can—"

"Ok, pillow-talk's over," Certiok said, eased herself off the bed, and waddled out of the room.