Queen Yavara Ch. 21

"May I?" I asked softly.

"You don't have to ask me." Elena rasped, still recovering from her terror.

"But I do." I whispered, straddling wider, letting my skirt tighten around my thighs until it sprung to my hips.

Elena stared at my trimmed and ready nethers. "If I say 'no,' you'll just do it anyway."

"Answer the question." I said, my voice edging with my desperation.

She filled her eyes with me, every curve and supple crease, every exposure of lewd flesh. Then she looked me in the eye. "No." She whispered.

I smiled coyly, and began undulating above her, displaying the wide berth of my hips, the silken expanse of my belly, the bottoms of my breasts that peeked from the frilled skirt of my apron. Though the craving between my legs was unbearable, the need for her to want me was worse; I couldn't just rape her. No, I had always made my victims love me; Father, Mother, and Prestira. I pressed my slit onto her cock, shuddering as I felt her skin grow tight and warm between my tender lips. I slid back and forth along her, smearing her underside with my lust, parting my petals around her so that she could feel how soft I was, how hot and wet I was for her. She throbbed between my coating labia, her cock pulsing with her steadying heart, but she did not sound her desire. I couldn't stop myself from sounding mine. I whimpered with each pass, my lower lip quivering, my eyes drooping with need. "Elena," I whispered, leaning over her, my hair curtaining her face, "let me make love to you."

"No." Elena whispered back.

"I can feel how bad you want this!" I hissed.

"But I don't need it, Leveria." Elena's eyes glimmered with hatred, "You can take it from me, but I won't give it to you."

"Please!" I moaned.

"No. There are some things you can't cut out of me. I will never want you."

I couldn't stop myself. I groaned in defeat as I opened my legs, grabbed her cock, and eased myself down. My nerves were electrified with adrenaline, the tiny hairs on my flesh standing on edge as goosebumps prickled me from head to toe. Oh god, how good she felt inside me! Her cock split me open, thickly pressing against my tender walls, pushing through my fleshy resistances until I was opened all the way. I gasped, my breath unyielding, my body teeming with the pleasure of such perfect fulfillment. I simply stayed static for a moment, dumbstruck by the sensations that coursed through me, staring with mouth agape at the woman who was doing it to me.

She was sneering at me, a look of triumph on her face. It would've incensed me, but I couldn't summon the rage. I'd already lost. And that knowledge, that very idea that I'd been bested, turned me on even more. I leaned forward, pressed my hands to the flat of her pelvis, and began to rock my hips. Back and forth, back and forth; I stirred myself around her rod, every rotation ruining me, making me hiss and whine, making my shoulders pinch together. My breasts spilled from my hemmed apron, and I pressed them between my arms, the nipple outturning with the succulent squeeze. I watched Elena as her cheeks flushed, as her sneer slackened, and her brow knitted. Oh, how I wanted to hear her pleasure! How I wanted to please her, this woman who could please me so! I locked my knees against the board, spreading myself wide, opening everything for her. My sheath tightened around her, pulling with vaginal suction to take her deeper into my loving nethers. I sobbed with the influx of sensation, awash in it beyond my faculties. Elena's chin tilted back, and she moaned, high and true. My heart ignited. Then, she began to thrust.

She started slowly at first, trepid and unsure. I dared not speak, dared not goad her, dared not risk her retreating into herself. I only moved with her, grinding slowly with the methodical movements of her hips, staring into her eyes with a face full of submission. For you, Elena. It's all for you. Her movements became surer, her defenses falling as she gave into me, surrendering as I had done to a feeling I could not deny. Her ass came off the board to deliver a single powerful thrust into me, and I cried out, my eyes filming ecstatically, my lips gaping. She drove again, and I blubbered out a plea for more. She gave it to me. Again, and again, and again. Each one harder than the last, driving into me, plunging her cock through my tight heat, desecrating me with each ruinous spearing of my loins. Oh, GOD!.

I squatted statically atop her, planting my heels beside her hips to let her plunder me without resistance. She gritted her teeth and jackhammered into me, the whole board shaking with the force of her thrusts. My head tilted back, and a stream of pleasured cries flowed from my lips, their intensity rising and falling with the frenetic cadence of Elena's thrusts. Elena grunted and gasped feminine tones as she strained to maintain her pace. Her muscled torso flexed into shadows, her bronze breasts jiggled in a blur from her chest, her platinum hair dangled over the edge of her wooden bed, and her blue eyes stared heatedly into my own; possession, hatred, desire.

"Don't stop!" I screamed. My body shook violently, my breasts bouncing wildly to the chaotic rhythm of our lust, my ass clapping feverishly behind me, wafting the pungent scent of our sex into the air. A spasm arced through me, and I collapsed onto the woman, my face pressing between her pillowing breasts, a juxtaposition to the hard abdomen that pushed against my soft belly. I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked sensually, smiling when I heard the beautiful sound of her moans. She retaliated by smashing her crotch into my pubis, the impacts reverberating deep into my body, tendrils of felicity dancing to the tips of my toes. Her nipple fell from my mouth so that I could yield sob after pathetic sob, my muscles becoming gelatinous with ecstasy, my strength failing. I was powerless. All I could do was rest my face on her breast, and watch as she destroyed me with every drive, stripping my resolve, my pride, my very mind! The spasms rose to an uncontrollable frenzy, their charged contractions crippling me, turning me into a ragdoll that could only scream, and scream, and scream. The pressure expanded and burned outward, the searing pleasure ballooning from my speared depths and racing through my body. Elena's motions became labored and heavy, her breaths became pants, her moans became cries. Her cock bulged in my tender sheath, sounding the warning of her imminent release, engorging with pressure. She burst inside me with a scream, and another bout of spasms churned through my belly, punishing me ceaselessly with pleasure too great to take. I shrieked with mindless carnality, my conscious mind naught but the raging, merciless ecstasy that enslaved me. The wave crested within me, and steadied for a tortuous moment, holding me high on the edge. Then it crashed, and I was left incapacitated with relief, drooling on Elena's heaving breasts.

I was in a fugue state of bliss, savoring the sensations that simmered through me. I was rarely at a loss for words, but this was the second time in two days Elena had left me speechless. I wasn't thinking straight; hell, I wasn't thinking at all. I knew Elena was a dangerous woman, I knew she was a trained killer, and I knew most of all that she was a caged animal. But I didn't see those things when I looked on her face. Her lips were parted to yield her decelerating breaths, her brows were knitted in confusion, but her eyes were brimming with yearning, staring a hole into my sockets. I rose from her breast, breathing along her collar, her neck, her chin. I rested my fingers on her jaw, summoning her mouth to open. Yes, there were teeth there, but I only saw the lush moisture of her lips, and the shadowed ruby length of her tongue behind them. I looked back into her eyes, watching them close with readiness, the slits of azure beckoning me. I pressed my lips to hers, I opened my mouth, and I tasted her kiss.

It was like nothing I'd known before. She made love to my mouth with hers, her tongue slithering in a serpentine dance, her lips pulling me ever into her, devouring me with need and compassion alike. I was lost in it, left to mindlessly follow her lead as she guided me through the annals of her lust, her flavor drenching my palate, melting me. As she lured me back into her mouth, and I felt her lips crease into a grin, I realized my error. But it was too late. Before I even had a chance to know terror, Elena's teeth locked onto my tongue, piercing the flesh, trapping me against her face. I shrieked and tried to wrench away, but she held me fast in her grinning mouth, her eyes wild, her lips red with my blood. I frantically reached for my box, but it was on the floor, the tortuous instruments scattered. Elena bit harder, her teeth slicing through fibers and tendons, sending the taut sinew snapping into my mouth. I screeched, spraying her face with crimson. The metal clang of the guard fumbling with the keys could barely be heard over the relentless drumming in my ears, my heart galloping in my chest, but every beat an eternity of pain, my vision scorched with the sight of her manic grin, the strings of connective tissue rending, the supple flesh of my tongue growing lax as the tension gave under sinking teeth. The door clanged open, and Elena's teeth came together. My head flung back, my teeth clicked, my mouth filled with the taste of iron. It tasted wrong. When I tried to run my tongue against my gums, I could not. Elena grinned at me, an inch of bloody pink flesh twitching between her clenched teeth. Then her cheek was flattened against her jaw, and her face crumpled beneath a golden gauntleted fist. My tongue arced across the room in a bloody spray, then flopped onto the cold cobblestones. I stared at it disbelievingly, not even recognizing it. This part of me that had tasted and loved, this thing that had been my greatest tool and weapon, was now just meat on the floor. My stomach knotted, my mouth filled with bile, my head throbbed. I collapsed into the arms of my guard, the world spinning, my vision blurring, an auditory assault of tinnitus screaming in my ears. As I was carried out of the room with my head dangling back, I saw her inverted portrait. Her jaw was swollen, and blood smeared her teeth, but her grin still shown; crooked and terrible, her laugh cackling from the black void of her mouth. The last thing I saw before consciousness left me, was those bulging eyes of hers, bloodshot and manic, the pupils constricted to dots. There was no sanity behind those lenses. It terrified me. It thrilled me.

"...now, try again." Glendian instructed.

"Tip-toes, click-clack, lollipop, snick-snack." I recited.

"Uh-huh." The old wizard made a note in his book, "Now say 'purple.'"

"Poiple." I frowned, moving my tongue in my mouth, "Poor-pull." I flexed it again, "Purr-pull. Purple."

"Roll an 'r.'"

I sprayed the mirror with red spit, wiped my mouth, then tried again. After the fifth time, I rolled the consonant to perfection.

"It should only take a few hours for the numbing effects to be gone." Glendian sighed, "Unfortunately for us all."

"And I almost thanked you." I smirked at him.

"If you're going to thank anyone, thank Sir Fraldias." Glendian grumbled, rolling up bloody cloths, "If he hadn't procured your severed tongue before the rats got it, I would've had to make you a new one, and I'm no Zander Fredeon. We would've had a mute queen for several blissful weeks."

"I'll make sure to reward him." I eyed the bald little man, "And you as well, Headmaster."

"Your employment is punishment enough. Please don't torment me with your rewards."

I snorted. "Have I been so terrible to you? Do I not allow you to indulge unrestrictedly in your proclivities? You no longer have to sneak boys into your chambers, but can have them summoned to you without fear. Am I not a benevolent queen?"

Glendian looked from me, to the velvet box in the corner, the snippers crusted with Elena's blood, her toe showing from the velvet pouch. "Your virtuosity knows no bounds, Your Highness." He said dryly.

ELENA

My jaw throbbed from where Sir Piss and Shit had knocked out my molar, but my attention was wholly divested to the pulsing pain in my foot. A massive contusion had formed along the bridge, and was the swelling was slowly creeping up my ankle. Still, I could taste Leveria's blood in my mouth, and that was something. I suspected I'd just ended the game we were playing, and with it, the charade of congeniality. There would be no more getting to choose my parts; she would do horrific things to me tomorrow.

I heard a scratching sound at the window. I looked up to see April, the resident fox of Castle Thorum, squeezing her body between the bars. She shimmied through my barricaded window and hopped on my board, then proceeded to slobber my face. I thrashed my head, trying to escape the relentless affection of the creature. She jumped off me, scampered up a barrel and a crate, then peered through the barred window of my cell door. She looked both ways, turned to me, and promptly transformed into a beautiful naked woman.

"Hi Elena." April smiled. One fox ear pointed upright, the other drooped slightly, and her bushy orange tail wagged slowly behind her.

I gaped at her, unsure if I'd lost my mind. "A kitsune?" I muttered.

"I am." April stepped toward me, her eyes wandering to my mutilated feet.

The gears in my head began to turn, and I felt a dangerous surge of hope swelling in my chest. "April," I said quietly, "I don't think I can run very fast, but if we go deep in the catacombs, there's a chance-"

"Elena," April put a calming hand on my thigh, "I have not come to rescue you."

"What?" I felt the hope begin to drain from me, the realization dawning. Of course. "You're an assassin."

April inclined her head thoughtfully. "You know, I suppose I am." She smiled at the idea, "If I were so inclined, I suspect I would make an excellent contract killer. What do you suppose my moniker would be? The infamous 'Whiskered Widow-maker?' Or perhaps the deadly 'Red-tailed Revenger?' Ah, but I'm no killer, Elena. I hunt rodents, not men."

"But you're here to kill me."

"I am here to offer you death." April said, producing a small capsule, "Just one is all it takes. A dreamless slumber, then darkness. It is peaceful."

"Is that really the best Zander could do?" I mumbled.

"Zander? Zander Fredeon?" April smiled broadly, "You think I work for that madman?"

"Who else? You've been here for ten years, and you've managed to avoid detection."

April opened her mouth, then paused. "Considering your predicament, I fear that I cannot tell you. It's not that I don't trust you, Elena, it's just... people betray themselves under stress."

I looked at her, and felt a grin creep across my face. "It's Adarian, isn't it?"

April bit her lip, her ears and tail drooping.

"He's your lover?" I chuckled, "That fucking hypocrite."

"You know he's a good man." April answered quietly.

"When it's easy for him, perhaps."

"He is taking a great risk to give you this mercy."

I looked coldly at her. "This mercy? He brought me here."

"You're a traitor."

"You're a traitor, April."

She tilted her chin. "Not all beasts must bow to the Dark Queen."

"You're an enemy of the Highlands by virtue of your birth." I said, keeping my stare level, "If you're discovered, do you think they'll make an exception for you because you're Adarian's squeeze? They'll call him a traitor, and you a spy, and you'll both end up where I am."

"Maybe, Elena." April said softly, "We know the risks of our love. Can you fault me for loving a man that I should not? You of all people?"

I shook my head and snorted, "I guess not. You know, there was a betting pool in the mess hall; the first man that could prove Adarian was gay would win the other's tobacco rations. I could've bet against the spread and never had to pay for pipe leaf again."

"There was a similar pool for you."

"Was there?" I raised my brows.

"You had wandering eyes." April smiled, "You still do, apparently."

"Too bad no women ever came to test me." I sighed, "Not like I would've known what the hell to do if one had. I just... I just did everything too late."

"You're a young woman."

"Not anymore." I laughed bitterly, "It seems I'm an old woman at eighteen."

"I am sorry."

"Don't be." I muttered.

April put her hand on my shoulder, and placed the capsule against my lips. "Will you take it?"

"If I don't, will you kill me anyway?"

She bit her lip again, her brow knitting. "I don't want to, Elena, but I have to protect him. I know you are strong, but even the strongest will say anything to make it stop."

I gingerly took the capsule between my teeth, rolled it down my tongue, and swallowed. I opened my mouth wide to show April that the pill was gone. Her expression fell in sorrow, her ears and tail drooping. "Thank you." She whispered.

"No, thank you." I whispered back.

"Should I stay with you?"

I shook my head. "I'd rather be alone."

April nodded, then leaned in, and kissed my forehead. "I wish we could've known each other, Elena. Maybe we will in the next life."

"Goodbye." I muttered.

She transformed, the scurried up the wall, and through the bars. She looked back at me from my one square of light, then she was gone. I sighed, and tongued the capsule that rested in my molar's socket. If only April had given it to me before Leveria kissed me. Shit, if only I'd just gone along with Leveria's sloppy power-trip, maybe I'd get another chance. I closed my eyes, and took one breath, then another. I wished I could've said it was worth it. I wished I could've said it was one last act of defiance in the face of doom, but it wasn't. It was hatred, but not for her; for me. For when Leveria had pressed her lips to mine, I hadn't opened my mouth to lure her to my teeth. I'd opened my mouth because I wanted to taste her kiss more than anything. And it was the best I'd ever known. It was an oasis of tenderness in the dessert of despair and ecstasy, it was a melodic voice in the discordance of screams and moans, it was an island for my drowning soul. And when I realized how wonderful it was, I felt a surge of wrath so great, it drove me insane. And in my insanity, I found something I hated, but something I could not deny. Oh no, I'd always been very honest with myself. Did Leveria feel how hard I got inside her when my teeth came together through her tongue? I think she did. For when she was carried away, and consciousness was ebbing from her, she smiled back at me. And I smiled at her.

Yavara, I thought, if you can hear this somehow, I want you to know, you were worth it. You were worth all of this.

I took one breath, then another. Tomorrow would be my last day on this earth. If I couldn't take Leveria with me, I'd at least kill what she was turning me into. What I was turning myself into.

YAVARA

"I count seventy-five. How many can you destroy before the rest start shooting?" Rose asked me as we peered through the trees. I scanned the ballista that lined the ramparts of Castle Thorum. I remembered watching the famous Thorum Guard put on a demonstration for my seventh birthday. The rangers had loaded, fired and reloaded all in the space of twenty seconds. With each firing in succession, it created a constant stream of nine-foot-long projectile flying with enough force to split a tree upon impact. I didn't know if I could stop one coming right for me, but I didn't have a choice; Elena was in there.

"Maybe ten if I really push it. It's not the ballista I'm worried about; it's the archers. I don't think I can partition my mind enough to block all those arrows." I answered.