Queen Yavara Ch. 62

I wrapped my hand in Leveria's hair, and separated our kiss. Her eyes were wild as they stared into mine, but they were also depthless in their affection. How strange it was. What had changed? Why had hate turned to love within her so quickly, when all that she had for me before was contempt? What was the secret ingredient in our relationship that changed it—not just for her, but for me too?

Forgiveness. Leveria answered in my mind.

I told you never to read my thoughts.

I never have to. I just need to read your face.

"I love you." I whispered, shocked that I said it.

Leveria just beamed back at me, and kissed me once more.

The three of us rose in a crescendo of thrusts. They fucked me with a fervency, driving until I was a blur of white flesh between their bronze forms. My holes gripped and clenched around them, my netherlips and anus sucking upon their retreats before plunging back into me with their advances. Over and over, faster and faster. The orgasms cascaded upon me, rolling one after the other, leaving me quaking and limp between the thrusting bodies of the hermaphrodites, my muscles turned to jelly with ecstatic lassitude. All I could do was croak breathlessly over their duet of screams, and milk them with my vile holes, willing them to burst inside me. Their flesh became hotter, their breaths became faster, and their bodies moved slickly against me, heaving and trembling, convulsing as though in a fit. The orgasmic waves intensified, driving me over the edge of sanity, making me lose all thought but for the transient bliss of being violated over and over again, my hollows being stuffed, my innards being turned out, every nerve and neuron firing into overdrive as the last wave crested, building higher and higher, expanding, ballooning, drawing paths of electric ecstasy through my nipples and clit, churning my nethers into quaking channels that gripped and sucked, drawing the milk ever outward, pulling it from their loins, oh god, I need it! Give it to me! Give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME!

They burst inside of me, filling my wasted rectum and destroyed pussy, saturating my walls with their hot nectar until it flowed from my gaping entrances to add to the pool below me. The three of us shifted wildly in the last chaotic throes of our ascension, then fell into a heap upon the bed, struggling to catch our breath.

"That..." Elena gasped, "that... that was fucking amazing."

"You're fucking amazing," I grinned drunkenly, crinkling my nose at her.

"So are you." Leveria whispered, and planted a kiss on my throat. Her lips curved into a wicked smile, "By the way, Elena, you're getting gangbanged by centaurs tomorrow."

"WHAT?!" Elena exclaimed, then glared at me, "You didn't... no fucking way."

"What are you talking about?" I mumbled, wondering if I was hearing things correctly in my post-orgasm fugue state.

"We had a bet, and she lost."

"Yavara," Elena said, looking very serious all of the sudden, "look into my eyes, and tell me you didn't just tell your psychopathic, incestual, conniving, murderous—"

"I think you made your point, Elena."

"...rapist, torturing, megalomaniacal older sister that you loved her."

Leveria chuckled. "That's rather hypocritical of you, isn't it?"

"You guys bet on this beforehand?" I exclaimed, a little insulted.

"Yavara... please," Elena smiled, "tell me Leveria's full of it."

"Elena," I said, framing her face in my hand, "you better get a saddle, because you're going for a horsey ride tomorrow."

Leveria and I burst into laughter, and Elena groaned.

"You better let me watch on my mirror!" I giggled to Leveria.

"Or you could come in person," she chuckled, "we'll get some wine and some vampire sluts to lick our cunts, and we could sit back and enjoy the show in my theatre."

My laughter waned in my throat, and melancholy came over me. "You know I can't, Leveria," I said to her over my shoulder, "as queen of the Highlands, I can't ever go to Alkandra."

Her smile faded. "And how long will you be queen of the Highlands for?"

"For as long as it takes." Elena said resolutely.

"There's still so much Highland pride here," I sighed, "everyone thinks we're just in a rut. Only a few of the people understand that it's over. If I do anything to appease Alkandra, they'll call me a traitor, and I'll be executed. The royal mages are powerful, Leveria, and they act more like my jailors than my advisors."

"I never had any trouble with them."

"Because you're you." I said, flicking her nose, "Not all of us can be such conniving little cunts."

"Oh, I think I've become much more direct as of late." Leveria grinned, and gently thrusted her cock.

"No, Leveria," I groaned around a blissful smile, "even after all your change, it seems you're still stabbing me in the back."

Elena and Leveria giggled, then both slowly extracted themselves from me. Their half-hard members slopped great volumes of hot cum onto each other and myself, and I snuggled my body into the puddle, loving the way it soaked into my flesh. My ruined holes leaked freely, and the air caressed them for a moment before the hermaphrodites nestled their drooping organs against them. We all sighed in contentment, enjoying the intimacy, comfort, and sensuality of the position.

"How long will it take, Yavara?" Leveria asked again.

"Twenty years." I muttered.

Her face twisted, but she didn't object. She nodded solemnly, and muttered, "twenty years then, but no later."

"No later, I promise you." I reassured her, then turned to Elena, "I promise you both."

"You won't be able to stay unmarried for twenty years, Yavara." Elena frowned.

"I have a husband in mind."

"Who?" they asked simultaneously.

"Your mother found him for me, actually," I smirked at Elena, "Yanas Feltian."

"That old man?!"

"Precisely," I chuckled, "he is indeed, a very old man, and in failing health too. He is also technically the last surviving member of the Noble Court, since Percain was killed by Verto well before Yanas abdicated. And so, I will remove Yanas as my last potential threat, pump his old ass full of succubus venom, and ride his shriveled cock until he finally croaks blissfully between my legs."

"Why are you getting wet thinking about that?" Elena snickered at me, rubbing her soft cock against my leaking pussy.

"Because she's my little sister," Leveria crooned in my ear, "by the way, that's basically exactly how I killed Dad."

"Why did you tell me that?!"

"No more secrets between us, little sis," Leveria hissed, "and I can tell you got hot thinking about that too. I love how fucked up you are."

"Stop it."

"Stop?!" Leveria chuckled, "Oh, Yavara, what lewd words you use with me."

"Broomstick!" I growled.

Leveria groped my breasts, and purred in my ear, "you can call it rape if that makes it hotter for you." Her cock grew hard against my asshole, "We still have all night long."

"And all of tomorrow too," Elena whispered into my mouth as she became hard against my pussy, "a queen can take a sick day."

"I'm tired." I grumbled.

Leveria reached behind her, ruffled through her pursed, and dropped a baggy of white powder onto my face. "That'll keep you going until you drop."

I examined the bag of cocaine, and frowned. "I don't do drugs, Leveria."

"Oh, are drugs bad?" Elena snickered.

"Drugs are so bad." Leveria giggled, nestling her mouth against my throat, and kissing me there, "Be bad with me, Yavara."

"Oh..." I groaned defeatedly, "...didn't they ever teach you whores not to peer-pressure?"

"You're addicted to something far worse than coke." Elena smirked, and pressed her tip against my moist entrance.

"But don't worry, little sis," Leveria purred, and slid her tip against my winking asshole, "we'll always be ready to enable your addiction."

"Now snort that fucking line," Elena whispered, drawing out a line of white against her wrist, "and we'll give you what you really need."

I was already shaking like a druggy going through withdrawals by the time I hovered my nostril over the line, and inhaled it violently—desperately—into my sinuses. My mind kicked awake, the world clarified, and euphoria washed over me. My pussy thrummed with readiness, and my asshole ached to be violated.

"Well," I whispered to both of them, "what are you waiting for? Rape me!"

They did. Oh god, they did.

End of Part Eighteen.