Queen Yavara Ch. 62

"Repent."

"Come!"

"Please, please, please!" I whined, tears streaking down my cheeks. A line of pain was drawn between my clit and nipples, and it comingled with the perverse pleasure ballooning from my anus when Leveria pushed her thumb into me, and slowly burrowed her hand inside until my tight entrance engulfed her around the wrist in a membranous embrace.

"Repent."

"Come..."

"Say it, Yavara," Elena hissed above me, twisting her hand so that the chain wrapped her fingers a fourth time, "just say the magic word, and this can all be over. Broomstick, broomstick, broomstick."

"She'll never say it." Leveria whispered as she sank her fist deeper into me, slowly pushing through my inner sphincters, opening me to my vile core until her forearm was halfway inside me. She curled the tips of her fingers inside me, and rubbed my most intimate spots, violating places that should never have known the touch of another.

Elena twisted her hand a fifth time, and I burst into tears.

"Just repent," she muttered so softly, "say it, say it, say it."

I opened my quivering lips, and croaked. "Angel?"

"Yes?" She whispered with a benevolent smile, caressing my face affectionately as her other hand did such terrible things to me.

"You're..." I swallowed, "you're..."

"What, Yavara?"

I took a deep breath. It was tremulous and tense, an intake that veered on the very edge of sanity. My quivering lips managed to form the hushed words, "You're making me come!" And I came. Convulsions of pure ecstasy stormed from my colon, singing their abhorrent duet with the beautiful lines of pain that stretched between my clit and nipples. My pussy saturated with release as its back wall was stimulated from the wrong side, and from the tortuous stretching of my clit, which now distended grotesquely from my crotch, looking more like a little cock than a female sex organ. I blubbered and cried, thrashing in my bondage, relishing the dichotomy of sensations that ratcheted the intensity high and higher and higher! I let out a screech of finality as the last wave crested within me, and then I wilted into the mattress, wholly defeated, entirely spent, but still wanting more.

Elena glared down at me with a self-righteous glare. "You're hopeless," she snarled, "God will never have you in her house!"

"No one's going to God, Angel," Leveria grinned up at Elena, "you should never have come here."

Leveria raised her hand, and Elena was magically lifted off her feet, and suspended in the air. Before I could utter an objection, she pulled her fist aggressively out of me, causing my anus to outflow into a glistening pink ball of sensation. I orgasmed so suddenly and so violently that I blasted a dark cone of euphoric urine onto the bed.

"I'm sorry for going a little off-script, Yavara," Leveria cooed as she levitated the thrashing angel, "but your story was so... juvenile." She grinned evilly at me, "I think you'll like my alterations much more." Magical rope tethered the angel's hands behind her back as she was bent over in the air, exposing her feminine organ and bleached anus. Both were stretched open grotesquely by multiple thick dildos, secured haphazardly into her by tape that sealed her shut from the tip of her pussy, to the back of her rim. The tape was so soaked with her arousal that it was peeling off in some places, and conformed snugly to the supple folds and dips of her lewd orifices.

"Stop this right now, you devil!" Elena commanded shrilly. Though she did a passable job of conveying fear and anger, there was no hiding the tremor of excitement that tainted her voice.

Leveria slid her hands under the hem of Elena's gauze dress, and pulled it up until it was just a tight curtain clinging to the tops of Elena's full bronze domes. With unfettered access to Elena's pelvic floor, Leveria looked at me from the corner of her eye, planted her tongue at the peak of Elena's slit, and licked my beloved along the saturated piece of tape from pussy to asshole with a slow, wet taste. Elena let out a weak little moan, and thrashed with much less conviction.

"Delicious..." Leveria hissed, still watching me with her cruel orange eyes, "I wanted you to see me with her for so long, Yavara. I touched myself imagining the look on your face." Leveria pinched the edge of the tape, and slowly peeled it off, "I wanted to see your expression when you realized it was more than just sex," she whispered, "I wanted to see it dawn on you that your beloved Elena wasn't just fucking me; she was making love to me."

"Leveria!" Elena gasped, unable to keep the desire from edging her voice, "Stay in character, goddamn it!"

"Shush, love." Leveria whispered soothingly as she peeled the tape away, revealing the blushing, leaking mess that Elena had tried to hide from me, "Fantasies and dress-up are cute, but we're all adults here. Reality is so much more... visceral than make-believe."

"This isn't your night, Leveria!" Elena growled angrily, but her voice was saturated with a moan as Leveria grazed her fingers along her stretched folds and clenching rim. "We're..." she interrupted herself to groan when Leveria began extracting the dildos from her ass, "...we're... oh god... we're here for Yavara!"

Leveria chuckled lowly, then sunk her gloved hands into Elena's fat cheeks, and planted her face between them. She sniffed long and indulgently from the gaping hole she'd made of my lover's rectum, then planted a little kiss on the opening. "Oh, Elena, Elena, Elena..." she sighed as Elena whimpered with desire, her rigid cock and blushing pussy both leaking with need, "...my precious Elena. I'm giving Yavara exactly what she wants." She turned to me, and grinned that wicked grin of hers, "Am I not, Bunny?"

I just stared at them with my mouth agape, my heart drumming high in my chest, my mind turned to mush with longing. Jealousy, rage and betrayal comingled with desire and lust within me, my own emotions tormenting me without my consent, just another tool in Leveria's box of torture. I was so turned on that my pussy pulsed with a heartbeat as heavy as the one beneath my breast, every cadence coercing more fluid to run in sticky rivulets between my thighs, and pool around my yawning winking anus.

"Yes." I mouthed; my voice so thick with hormones that it barely came from me.

"I thought so." Leveria smiled affectionately, then sardonically with just an inclination of her brow. She turned back to her helpless prey. "Don't you see, Elena?" Leveria whispered, prying Elena's bronze cheeks apart, "You always put Yavara on a pedestal. Of the three of us, you were the only angel." She spit into Elena's cavernous opening, and pressed her pinched fist to it, "But not anymore, my dearest love," Leveria whispered huskily, "now, you are going to show Yavara what you've become."

I watched in terrible fascination as Leveria's lubed leather fist dilated my beloved's rim into a thin pink membrane, then was sucked in. Elena let out a wail of pure delight, her voice rich with masochism, her gauze dress wrapping tighter around her airborne body as she twisted helplessly. Leveria hummed a sweet soothing lullaby as she pushed deeper and deeper, engulfing her wrist within Elena's fleshy cuff, then moving to the forearm as she'd done with me. When she was five inches past her wrist, Elena cried out with equal measures of distress and glee, and Leveria stopped.

"There, there, there..." Leveria crooned lovingly, using her other hand to pet Elena along her packed pussy, "the hard part's almost over, dearest. Just a little bit more."

"Broomstick!" Elena cried, "Broomstick, broomstick, broomstick goddamn it!"

Leveria pouted her lips disingenuously. "I'm sorry, Elena, but the safe-word only applies to Yavara."

"Stop!" Elena cried.

"I know you can take more than this." Leveria whispered, twisting her wrist slowly, making Elena's hips rotate in turn, "What are you afraid of, Elena? Afraid that you'll lose your equanimity in front of Yavara? Ah, it's been so long since you two were intimate, and you've grown so much as a lover since then. Did you want to show Yavara what a stud you'd become?" Leveria giggled cruelly, "And you chastised me for being selfish. You are far, far more selfish than I, and now Yavara knows it."

"S-s-s-stop!" Elena blubbered, spit and tears leaking from her face as she looked back at Leveria, then at me. Oh, there was such shame on her face. Leveria was right; Elena had come with intentions of romantic bravado, to present herself as a juxtaposition to my cruel sister, to become my brave guardian. I knew why. There could only be one reason. She saw the renewed color of my flesh, and she thought my submissiveness and masochism were a reflection of an innocence that I no longer had. She fetishized me as the ideal queen of the Highlands, and so made herself my protector and moral conscience against the Dark Queen's corrupting influence. But she knew in her heart of hearts that there was no fixing me, that I had stained my soul so thoroughly that I was nearly as dark as Leveria. Then why was there such shame on her face? Why did she try so hard to seem good... oh. In that moment, I realized that the three of us had all been acting out our own personal fantasies.

"Elena?" I whispered, "Have you betrayed me?"

Elena stared at me for a long time, her lip quivering in pleasure and humiliation.

"Uh-oh, the jig's up, Elena." Leveria sneered, and twisted her fist until Elena screamed in anguish and ecstasy, "You spent so much time being the buffer between my sister and I that you became comfortable with the position." Leveria scolded with an evil smile as she did such evil things, "You wanted to be her valiant knight, the hero who fought endlessly against Alkandra until Alkandra inevitably prevailed, and then you would be the one to reluctantly bring her to me when the final nail was driven into the coffin. Ah, such honor, such bravery in the face of such evil! Look, Yavara, upon your brave protector!"

"I'm sorry!" Elena screeched, but she was a dark-elf, and she could not help but fetishize her own abasement. She wriggled and thrashed in delight, and the more acute her shame and pain became, the more pleasure she felt, and the more aroused I became. I couldn't help myself either.

Leveria giggled girlishly as she wrapped her other hand around Elena's throbbing shaft, and squeezed gently. "But the truth is, dearest Elena, that you betrayed Yavara in your heart many months ago." Leveria turned around, and watched me intently. "Elena, tell me you love me."

"Fuck you!"

"Just say it, baby." Leveria cooed gently, watching me as she tenderly stroked Elena's throbbing member. The little angel outfit Elena had put on her shaft swung back and forth by a string of precum, then fluttered to the bed. Leveria subtly redirected her eyes, and a wine glass floated from the cabinet, and settled just below Elena's pulsating tip. Leveria slowly withdrew her fisting hand, displaying Elena's prolapsing anal cuff around her retracting palm, the leather now smeared and shining with fluid. She ceased her extraction halfway down her hand, keeping Elena's rim stretched around the bottom of her thumb knuckle as she began to curl her fingers against Elena's front wall.

"Oh, god!" Elena sobbed. Her cock throbbed wildly for a second, then oozed out a thick rope of white cum into the wine glass. Her thighs convulsed with violent orgasmic spasms, but her penile expulsion was slow and thick like molasses as Leveria milked her gently from both masculine organs.

"Just tell me you love me, baby," Leveria whispered lovingly, her knuckles rolling inside Elena's stretched anus, "do it in front of Yavara. Hurt her. Can't you see she wants to be hurt?"

Elena looked over her shoulder at me, her face twisted with conflicting emotions. "Yavara," she croaked, "you know I love you, right?"

I nodded, unable to voice words anymore. My throat was choked with rage, grief, and terrible, wonderful lust.

"Say it!" Leveria hissed, massaging Elena's cock like a bovine udder, filling the glass with thick orgasmic milk.

Elena's lips opened, and she whimpered, "I love you, Leveria."

"I love you too, babe." Leveria beamed, and milked another thick volume of Elena's cum into the glass, "Now, confess your sins, my dearest angel, and I'll fuck your holy holes."

When Elena next looked back at me, there was a palpable relief on her face. The shame was slowing fading into a strange acceptance, and the pain was gone. Now, there was only pleasure, for Leveria's anal violation was gentle and loving, and the steady way she pumped Elena's cock was putting the hybrid hermaphrodite into a drunken trance. Leveria lowered Elena onto the bed, and she spread herself out, her knees separating, her gauze dress hiking to her hips, her back bowing sensually. She moved with such lecherous grace that she seemed to change species before me, becoming the hybrid elf I'd only even seen glimpses of. Her body undulated to the whim of Leveria's insidious little fingers, reacting instantly and without restraint.

"Yavara..." she groaned, "Oh, Yavara, Yavara, Yavara..." she bit her lip in hedonistic splendor, "I love you so much, but you can't give me what I need!" Her eyes cast heavily with lust, and she regarded me with imperious avarice, like she was a tigress in all her grace, and I was a trapped bunny rabbit hardly worth her time, "I need a thick, hard cock," she whispered, "I need someone to treat me like a faggot deserves to be treated," she rolled her eyes back and growled as an orgasmic gout was pulled down her shaft by Leveria's sliding grip, "I need someone who can give what the woman in me really wants!" Her back fluttered with little spasms, and the glass beneath her filled even more, "I can't stay in another lesbian relationship again," she balled her fists behind her back, "I can't be the savior of a nation I don't belong to, Yavara. I did all I could for this kingdom, and now all I can do is guide it peacefully to its end." Her drool pooled by her gaping lips, "you should never have let me go back to her, Yavara," she smiled wickedly at me, "you thought I was stronger than you? You thought I could withstand it?" She purred, and arched her back, "Maybe I could resist you, but no one can withstand the true Dark Queen." Leveria released Elena's binds, and Elena immediately grabbed the dildos in her cunt and began to alternately fuck herself with them, "You will join me, Yavara," she croaked, "the Highlands will fall, and you will come with me back to Alkandra," she let out a little cry as she angled the dildos against Leveria's anally-massaging fingers, "then she will take you, transform you and impregnate you, your own sister, and you and I will love and serve her in endless pleasure! Oh god, I can't stop fucking coming! Milk my faggot asshole for every drop!"

Leveria ripped her hand out of Elena, gripped her by the shoulder, and spun them both on the bed. Elena landed in Leveria's lap, facing me with her body splayed out, her gauze dress wrapping her torso tightly, showing the suppleness of her flesh between the lining of the fabric that revealed everything beneath it. She anchored her hands around the dildos in her pussy, bit her lip with an excited smile, and navigated her anus onto Leveria's raging erection with practiced ease. Her asshole consumed the piece of meat inch by inch, stretching thin around the thick columns of tubular flesh until her rim twitched with tension. When her taint nestled against Leveria's heavy testicles, she let out a laugh of pure glee, and immediately began to grind enthusiastically.

Leveria moaned lowly, hooked her elbows beneath Elena's knees, and pulled the beta hermaphrodite's legs back until Leveria's fingers were locked behind Elena's head in a full-nelson hold, forcing Elena to face downward and see the complete ruination of her holes as Leveria began to pump. My jaw dropped open. My big sister fucked like a demoness, each stroke pulling her cock out near to the crease, then plunging back in with perfect suddenness, sliding Elena down the curved shaft until she impacted Leveria's lap with a smack that sent flesh jiggling through her ass, up her clenching abdomen, and into her bobbing breasts. Again and again she did this, moving faster and faster, and Elena matched her blow for blow, grinding and undulating desperately, her breath labored and intense, filled with strenuous moans that became higher and higher. Her unattended cock wagged pathetically in front of her, still spewing syrupy gouts of nectar in the collecting receptacle beneath her.

Leveria put her chin on Elena's shoulder, and watched me intently as she ruined the love of my life. Though my mental defenses had been shattered, and I was open—no inviting—my evil sister to invade my mind, she did not. She just stared at me, communicating with every violent thrust of her hips that Elena was hers, but also communicating an offer so tempting the very thought made me sweat with need.

This could be you, Yavara, she whispered into my subconscious, join Elena, become a hybrid like her, and live the life you deserve as my whore, lover and sister. Every night I'll give you what you need, because what you need is what I need. I need you so bad.

"Oh, god, Leveria!" Elena whined, splaying her legs out wide as she danced fervently on her driving piston.

You think you have power as queen of the Highlands? I'll give you the power of an empire. Every person on Tenvalia will bow to you, if you will just bow to me.

"Fuck my little faggot asshole!" Elena wailed, "Make me come in front of Yavara!"

Elena doesn't understand us. She doesn't know what it means to lust so greatly for power. She doesn't want it. She may share our love, but only you will share in my rule.

"Keep fucking me, oh god, keep fucking my fucking little asshole!"

My masochistic pet, my wife and partner, my love and sister. Leveria stared intensely at me, Come to me, Yavara. I know you feel it too. This is what you want. This is what you were made for. You were made for me.

Leveria drove and drove, her cock disappearing and reappearing in a blur, her impacts so forceful that her balls slapped the backs of Elena's hands as she manipulated the dildos inside of her. With a breathless croak between gritted teeth, Elena bucked wildly in her nelson hold, jerking her hips forward and shifting until the cock buried inside of her was pressed firmly against her convulsing prostate. They both came in a wordless hiss, freezing together with every muscle tensed. Then Elena spurted thick volumes into the wine glass, and Leveria filled Elena to the brim. They stayed locked together for a moment, then collapsed together. Leveria unlaced her fingers from behind Elena's head, and Elena tilted her face to receive Leveria's kiss. With her cock still inside Elena, they engaged in a loving samba, shifting sensually on the bed and groaning in satisfaction. Their eyes opened above their exchanging of tongues, and they looked at me. Though I had done nothing but lie there for the duration of their lust, my flesh was dewed and rosy, and my breath was high and hot in my chest. Elena never kept her predatory gaze off of me as she slid her ass up Leveria's shaft, grabbed the wine glass from beneath her, then popped her anal cork, and let the white honey flow into the receptacle. Then, she crawled toward me.

"Broomstick." I whispered.

Elena shook her head.

"Broomstick!" I commanded.

She quirked her lips. "Use your magic if you want to stop me."

"Don't make me!"

"I'm not." Elena giggled, and lied down next to me, snuggling into my shoulder, "You have all the power in the world to stop me, but none to stop yourself. I know you too well, Yavara." She looked back at Leveria, and smiled fondly, "We both do."