Queen Yavara Ch. 07

And with that, Yavara withdrew her hand, took me by the hair, and licked the side of my face. I bowed my neck to her, reveling in her gluttony of me, her intense, perverse desire. She stared possessively down at me, panting with exhilarated breaths, then she moved down. Her tongue lathered my throat, my breasts and my belly, and I pleaded with her all the way, my equanimity lost, my apprehension gone. I didn't yet know my sexually identity, but I knew that I coveted her carnal hunger, her need to taste me, to own me. Her mouth stopped just above my clit, and she pulled her fingers from me. My lustful nectar webbed her digits, and she grinned up at me before taking each between her lips. I just stared back, unfettered need burning in my eyes and in my breaths, my chest rising and falling. She kept her eyes locked with mine as she descended to my depths, her muzzle disappearing below my pubis. I heard her take a deep whiff of my nethers, and I felt drops of saliva splatter my petals. I shuddered, enraptured with every sense between my legs.

"Do you want me to taste you, Elena?" Yavara asked, her eyes the only feature of her face, her voice a covetous purr, "You have the most delicious looking pussy I've ever seen."

I answered her by locking my legs around her head, and forcing her to me. I felt her smile crease my womanhood when her lips pressed to it, and I felt that smile open to yield a slithering tongue. Oh, sweet god! A moan left my mouth as her tongue ran up my slit, my lewd lips opening for her to test the fruit therein. She dipped her member into my presented depths, her lips pressing to my folds, her nose squishing against my engorged clit. She found the spot on my ceiling once more, and her tongue worked my combination in a way her fingers never could. She drew intricate patterns within me, always constant but never the same, each pass of her tongue only worsening the building tension that grew within. Soon, I was writhing, sucking my own fingers mindlessly and twisting about my abdomen as though I could expel the pleasure from my navel. She kept her motions steady even as my locked legs wrenched her trapped head this way and that, reactions I could not control in my fervent need for release. When I was begging at the precipice, she stopped. But it was not for mercy, for her eyes bore nothing but sardonic hunger. I wanted nothing less.

Yavara's tongue ran the length of my slit, then curled around my clit. In one motion, she sucked my bead from its hood and into her mouth, her lips closing about the flesh that stretched thereafter. My moans turned to a single scream of pleasure. She grinned as she performed her magic, her tongue lathering my node, her lips drawing about it, sucking, slurping, further engorging it until it was swollen and throbbing in her mouth. I was helpless, lost in the pressure that mounted between my legs and compelled the lecherous dance of my hips. The motions of her tongue grew more frantic, wriggling until I writhed in orgasm, screaming at the top of my lungs. She grabbed a pillow and forced it over my face, and I screeched into it, my body bending with a graceful lechery I did not know I possessed. In my final throes of ecstasy, I heard her muffle a wet exclamation as I exploded, arching from the bed in a bow that bent, and bent, and finally, mercifully, boke. I sprawled out, the pillow still pressed against my face, my chest rising and falling to catch desperate breaths.

"Um, Elena?"

"Yes?" I asked from beneath the pillow.

"Do you feel... different?"

"I've never felt anything quite like that." I laughed.

"That's not what I mean. I'm going to take the pillow off your face, and I need you to promise me you won't freak out." Yavara's voice was on edge. Had I bled on her? Did I piss myself? Surely it couldn't be that bad, for I- Yavara removed the pillow from my face, and I screamed. My pale skin was now as bronze as hers, and standing between my legs, was a penis. I gaped at it. It was in place of my clitoris, throbbing and thick, a slightly darker hue than my newly-darkened flesh.

"What did you do to me?!"

Yavara gazed at my new body in wonder. "I don't know. I didn't know I could do that!"

"Fix me!"

"I'll get Zander and Prestira up here! They'll know what to do!"

Zander and Prestira burst through the door, then stopped dead in their tracks. Prestira gasped and put a hand over her mouth, while Zander simply studied my body as if I was a specimen of his.

"Well Yavara, I guess we found out what that mystery power of yours is." Zander said.

"Is this a spell?" I asked, trying to keep myself from having a panic attack.

"I don't think so, Dear." Prestira said as she wandered over to me, her eyes lingering on my cock, "I can detect when someone is under the influence of magic, and I don't see any in you."

"Get me the powder!" I shouted at the witch.

Prestira tossed me my satchel. I took a pinch of powder and put it in my mouth. I swallowed and looked for the tell-tale neon green to surface from my skin. It did not.

"Is this permanent?!" I asked frantically.

"I'll need a sample of your blood." Zander said.

"There's some down here." Yavara gestured to the bedding between my legs, her eyes seemingly magnetized to my new member. It had since deflated, and now laid flaccidly on my pelvis, pointing directly at my face. I dared not touch it, despite the morbid curiosity that compelled me. Zander took a vial from his robe and extracted the blood of my chastity. He poured it into a potion, and watched it intently. The blood mixed with the clear liquid until it separated into orange and blue layers.

"Fascinating." Zander muttered.

"What?!" I yelled, losing control of my voice.

"It appears that you are a hybrid, Elena; a mixture of high-elf and dark-elf. Your eyes are still blue, and your hair is still blonde, but your skin is the same as Yavara's."

"And what about THIS?!" I screamed, gesturing to my cock. A nice tan hardly seemed like the most important aspect of my change.

"I can't say..." Zander said, tapping his lips, "Yavara, does Elena still have a vagina?'

"She does," Yavara said, inspecting between my legs, "and it's still the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen."

"Fascinating."

"Is it permanent?" I cried, my eyes welling up with tears.

Zander looked pitiably at me. "Your D.N.A. has changed at a fundamental level, Elena. You are the first of a new species. If it's any consolation, your new organ should make you quite the bachelorette in lesbian circles. Does she have testicles, Yavara?"

"No." Yavara said, her inquisitive fingers prodding me.

"Fascinating."

"Is that all you can say?!" I screamed at him, encompassed with my horror. Tears streaked down my face as I realized the permanency of my situation. I was never going home again. I would be outcast as a freak by the elves, damned to live my life as a curiosity of wizards and whores. Yavara snuggled up to me and pulled me into a loving embrace.

"It will be OK, Elena."

"No, it won't! I'm a freak!"

"You're not a freak; you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Yavara cooed into my ear. The desires I'd felt were gone, the hope I'd had was vanished. There was only the soft piece of meat pressing between my thighs, reminding me that I was an abomination. A quick slice of the knife might do the trick, but there was no hiding the color of my flesh. I'd always been an outsider. Now I was a pariah.

"I can't believe you did this to me! You ruined me!" I cried. I shook Yavara from her embrace and rolled over, resigned to my existential dread. Then I felt Yavara's hot breath on my neck, her body pressing to my own, her frothing slit wetting my ass.

"Oh, I'm not done ruining you yet, Elena. Not with this thick new cock you have." Yavara hissed into my ear as she wrapped her fingers around my member. She licked the side of my face once more, only this time there was no affection in it. Only hunger. "I'm going to do things to you that you never could have imagined. When I'm done with you, you'll thank me for my gift."

"Don't fucking touch me!" I growled.

"What are you going to do about it?" Yavara chuckled, low and sultry. I tried to wrench myself away, but her strength was undeniable, subduing me with ease. As defeated as I already was, I didn't have the will to continue the fight. The despair that had threatened to consume me finally did, and I blubbered pathetically into the pillow.

"Stop!" I whimpered.

"No." Yavara breathed.

"Yavara, you're raping me." I sobbed.

"I know." Yavara sounded sorrowful, but she didn't stop, "But I have to, Elena. I have to make you understand. Us high-bloods, we're stubborn in our pride. It takes a forceful hand to make us accept what we've become." Yavara's fingers coerced me to engorge, "But trust me, it's so much better once you've fallen." The alien sensation grew between my legs, the organ hardening and becoming sensitive, "And while I still have the opportunity, while you're still so innocent," her voice was shaking with arousal, "I'm going to take great pleasure in raping you."

I cried out in tearful protest, and Yavara muffled it with her other hand. She locked her legs about my hips, and rolled us onto her back, presenting me to the room. I tried to fight, truly I did, but I was not battletested against such foreign pleasures. For the raging cock between my legs was a juxtaposition to the rest of me, and my attention was inevitably drawn to it. Such a brutal organ it was, and yet, so incredibly sensitive. It was a weapon meant for piercing, and it longed for the soft wet heat of someone's insides. The desire was strange to me, but the otherness of it faded with each passing second. It was becoming normal, and that terrified me. Yavara's hand placated it for now, every press of her palm and caress of her fingers singing a soprano note across the sensitive flesh. I didn't want to do it, I tried to fight it with all my remaining will, but I couldn't stop myself; I moaned again. Yavara giggled in my ear, then nodded to the woman before me. Prestira Rasloraca grinned, pushed the robe off her slender body, and crouched on the bed between my legs.

I tore my mouth from Yavara's grip. "No, not you!"

"What, you don't think I'm pretty?" Prestira teased as she looked up from my crotch.

"Of course, she thinks you're pretty, Prestira." Yavara sneered, "This little dyke was probably touching herself while she watched you get fucked."

"Is that right, Elena?" Prestira licked her lips, her white eyes half-lidded with lust, "Did you like watching Yavara and I get fucked?" She brought her face to mine, curly black hair tickling my cheeks, red, generous lips set in a shrewd pale face, "Did you like watching your best friend get fucked in the ass?"

I shook my head fiercely, my eyes wide with terror. Yavara's grip on my cock tightened, her hand moving up and down the length of me. Without warning, a surge of pressure lanced up my rod, and a shot of precum squirted on to her hand as I let out another shameful moan.

"Mmmm, your body is so responsive." Yavara moaned with me, "I think you liked watching Prestira and I get fucked in the ass. Have you ever been curious?" Yavara's hand moved from my cock, slid down my slit, and rested against my anus. I froze in abject horror.

"You know, Elena, this is my favorite place to get fucked." Yavara whispered, "Ever since Brock raped my ass, I've been addicted to it. Maybe I can get you hooked too. Prestira, why don't you find out if Elena has a prostate?"

Yavara's hand moved back to my penis as Prestira's breath caressed my taint.

"Don't!" I whimpered pathetically. My ranger stoicism was thrown to the wind, my pride and bravery following suit. I'd been trained for torture, I'd even been trained for rape, but nothing could train me for this. I was broken.

To her credit, Prestira glanced up at me with uncertainty in her eyes. She'd never done anything like this before. I pleaded with her silently, and saw her gaze soften. Then she looked at Yavara, and something akin to reverence flashed across her lenses, and when the witch next regarded me, it was with an expression full of merciless hunger. There was no mistake; Yavara was the queen, and the others were her subjects. And I was her prisoner. Prestira lowered her face.

"What a delicious-looking asshole you have, Elena." Prestira's voice rose from my depths, "I'm going to taste it." I felt something warm and wet slither along my rim, then press to my center. I clenched in revulsion, and inadvertently coiled my puckered exit around her prodding tongue. Her oral member pressed into every fold and crease of my tender sphincter, alighting the bunched nerves there. Such a strange, vile feeling, but not unpleasant. Very far from unpleasant. Oh no... Prestira's gentle pressure coerced me to relax, and my clenched pelvic floor eased back into place, presenting my lewd rim.

"I think she likes it." Yavara giggled as my hips shifted involuntarily. There was no use denying it. My painstakingly built defenses had been shattered by the trauma of my transformation, and Yavara was right, my new body was so responsive. It wasn't just my new cock that sang with nerves, for I felt everything with a heightened sense; every touch, every lick, every press of flesh on flesh. I recalled with horror the stories of the dark-elves, of how they'd reveled shamelessly in debauchery, often with their own kin. For they were born to lust, and shackled with the heritage of the succubi; a heritage I now shared. Prestira drew her fingers up my taint, and sunk three into my slit. As she did, her tongue pushed through the coiled resistance of my anus, and burrowed into my grotesque nethers. I cried out in pure delight, tears of shame, tears of horror, tears of betrayal and hatred, and tears of euphoria all blurring my vision. Her lush lips pressed around my rim, and sucked, turning the breached sphincter into a swollen ring of sensation. Oh god... oh GOD!

"Her mouth is heaven, isn't it? Is it as good as mine? Better?" Yavara turned my head until our eyes connected. God, she was beautiful, made even more so by her terribleness.

"I should have killed you." I hissed at her, though I could not keep the tremulous moans from slipping through.

Yavara's grin broadened. "I guess I'll let you be the judge." She unclenched her hand, and trailed her fingers lower, "Tell me, Elena; do you want me to suck you?" She penetrated me alongside Prestira, evoking a pathetic whine from me, "Do you want me to put my warm, slutty lips around your fat cock?"

Prestira's tongue pressed against a foreign spot within me, shooting an intense heat of pleasure deep into my filthy depths. I caught my breath on it, my entire being hinging on the exploratory tip of her tongue.

"I fooound it." Prestira sung open-mouthed, and Yavara giggled into my eyes.

"You lucky girl." She grinned, then kissed my nose, and descended. Before I could begin to form another ceremonial objection, Yavara wrapped her lush lips around my new head, and took me all the way to the base. I gawked at her for a moment, my mind burned with the image of her beautiful face marred with my grotesque meat. Then I felt it; the wet warmth encasing me, the soft, pliable surface of her throat so generously swallowing as her lips drew me in. Oh, god! Her tongue curled tenderly against my underside, a lecherous kiss to her consumption like a signature to her art. My head fell back against the pillow, my mind lost in a haze of hedonistic transience. Two sets of mouths; one invading, the other taking, both so gentle, both so wonderful. And their fingers, how they complimented their oral pleasures, how they moved with expert precision within me, finding secrets unknown even to myself. What could I do? What could I possibly do against the onslaught of such terrible ecstasies?!

I plastered the pillow over my face, trying to shut out the world, trying to mute my frenzy. I panted my muffled exaltation as the two women made me feel things I'd never imagined. The slow suction of Yavara's lips as she drew up my length, the relentless massage of Prestira's tongue as it tortured my prostate, and the comingling of their fingers writhing inside me. A great throbbing sensation ballooned from my loins. It began in my anal organ, and boiled up my shaft. It was heaven. It grew and grew until I was thrashing and screaming my delight with wild abandon, wetting the pillow with my tears and spit. The alien pleasure precluded a familiar one, one that ached from the center of my feminine nethers and blossomed, causing my legs to quiver. The pressure was suddenly released, and a stream of ecstasy lanced through my pelvis, up my pulsating cock, and burst from the tip. Yavara pushed her head all the way down as I unloaded myself into her, a humming moan emanating from her occupied mouth.

"Yes!" I screamed, unknowing why, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" In my fervor, I threw the pillow from me, revealing the rolled-back eyes of Yavara as she slurped every last drop of me. She withdrew with a sensuous retreat, cleaning my shaft with suction that pulled her lips from her mouth. Then she grabbed Prestira's hair, brought the witch's face to her own, and passed my milky seed between them as they both watched me from half-lidded eyes. Had I ever seen anything so beautiful?

"Wow," Prestira gasped, "Elena, I think there's something in your cum!"

Yavara's pupils were dilated. "Mmmm, it tastes so good, Elena! It must be an aphrodisiac; it's making me so wet."

"And she's still so hard." Prestira muttered covetously as she ran her fingers down the underside of my throbbing cock.

"Ready to give me more!" Yavara gasped, and climbed atop of me, her legs straddling my pelvis, her beautiful, dripping slit hovering inches above my tip. I vainly pressed my hands into her belly, trying to stop her. To my shock, she did.

"How long have you wanted this, Elena?" Yavara whispered, "You can have it right now." Her eyes pleaded with me. I looked away. She could take everything from me, but I would not give it to her. She leaned atop of me, my palms sinking into her soft abdomen, her breasts pressing against my own, her face inches away from mine. "Your virginity is something very special, Elena. Mine was taken from me. I enjoyed it, to be honest, but I would rather have given it away. I will not take it from you if you don't want me to. Prestira and I will leave you alone, and you can return to the Highlands as you are. Father might even allow you back into the rangers if you tell him of my fate, though you must know the Highlands will never accept you. But I," Yavara's hands gently framed my face and lifted me toward her, our foreheads touching as we stared into each other's eyes, "I will never leave you, Elena. Circumstance tore us apart when we were younger, but now we can be together -forever, if you like. I know I would."

Yavara's words etched their way into my heart. I had resigned myself to the life of a ranger. I had requested to work alone because I could not stand the company of others; my very nature had been carved by my relationship with this woman. And now she spoke the words I'd wanted to hear from her for so long: together, forever. There was just one phrase that was missing from her mouth, those three words... Would I wait for her to say them? Would my pride hold me back? Would I lie in prone vanity while the moment passed? No... No! Never again!

"I love you." I choked out. Yavara's eyes glimmered, then leaked from the corners. She brought her lips to mine, her gaze burning.

"I love you too." She whispered hoarsely. My heart leapt from my chest, and I pulled Yavara to me, opening our mouths in a joyous kiss. She lowered her hips and engulfed my member. Her warm, wet insides welcomed me, her walls embracing me as she descended to my base, her outer lips gripping me there, oozing fluid onto my pelvis. She pressed her mouth heatedly as I began to thrust my hips, unthinking in my actions, letting new instincts take over. She formed around my advance like I was made just for her, and that was undoubtedly the case. For when her eyes opened above our kiss, they were wrought with wonderous pleasure, and when she moved, I moved in kind, knowing what to do without knowing why. My hands wandered from my sides and slid down her waist, down the alluring curve of her jiggling domes, and then between them. I knew what she wanted, and I knew where she wanted it. What might've once been repulsive to me was now horribly arousing. I spread her cheeks with one hand, and placed my index finger against her coiled exit with the other. God it was tight, and pulsing with her heart, the center of it dilating to beckon my penetration. I pressed in, savoring the smooth bore of her filth, the way her heinous channel sucked my finger deeper on its own accord. She released me from the kiss and let out a weak cry, her eyes staring back with perverse approval.