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PRINCESS PRESTIRA TIADOA

Being a Highland princess was a lonely ordeal. Though my mother was a “free spirit” and encouraged me to make friends outside of the castle, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. A princess had her place, and it was not with the commoners on the street. That was why my only friend was my cousin, Adrianna Straltaira. Adri’s mom was a really busy woman, being the ambassador to Alkandra, so Adri spent most of her time living with her grandma, Great-Aunt Lydia, just a few doors down from my bedroom. Adri was never allowed to leave the castle, and I never wanted to, so it was perfect. We were like sisters. I didn’t find it weird that her skin was dark, one of her eyes was black, and her hair was half black and half blonde. She had pointy ears and one blue eye, and so she was just like me as far as I was concerned. It wasn’t until later that our differences became more important.

When Adri turned twelve, she moved in with her mother at Alkandra. I didn’t know why at the time, but I got the feeling it had something to do with the way Adri was starting to look at me. That didn’t matter to a younger me. All that mattered was that my best and only friend had been taken away from me. From that point on, we only saw each other once or twice a year, and each time she felt more and more like a stranger to me. She got tattoos that frightened me, told stories that disgusted me, and acted with such a blithe attitude that I wondered if she cared about anything at all besides sex and drugs. What had that place done to her?! As if I needed more reasons to hate Alkandra. Mother was always galled that I harbored such ill-will to the nation of monsters, though she was very private about her opinions. I understood that she was afraid of some of her advisors, mostly the mages that always seemed to be lurking around the corners. It galled me equally that she didn’t hold our enemy with as much contempt as I did, but I supposed it made sense considering her… complicated past.

It had been twenty years since the end of the second Alkandran War. I was an astute student of history; I knew that such an end was no ending at all. Mother always told me that the Highland Kingdom and the Dark Queen could not coexist, and she was right, of course. The Dark Queen (or as I knew her, Aunt Leveria) had finally broken the back of the Highland economy, and Mother had no choice but to raise the army, and march east. Many feared that the soldiers were marching to their end, but that fear bore more hope in it than Bentius had felt for decades. A pervading sense of doom had infested every nook and cranny of my beloved city. It wasn’t until it was lifted during the first days of the war, that I realized its existence. For the first time in my life, I saw the people of the Highlands raise their heads in pride and pound their chests, and I couldn’t help but be swept up in the national fervor. Something was finally happening!

Mother had always been a bubbly and cheerful woman. When I was a child, I thought she was the best person in the world, but as a teenager and a young adult, I came to see her more and more as a ditzy fool. I sometimes doubted the stories Auntie had told me. How could Mom possibly do all those things?! She was… well, she was Mom. This was the woman who had been successfully harried and cornered by a mouse during a diplomatic meeting with the Drastin representatives. This was the woman who got drunk off of one glass of wine, then tried to play strip-poker with me—her own daughter! This was the woman who used the throne room as an archery range because ‘well, it’s not like I’m using it for governing!’ No, I could simply not believe the stories I’d heard about her. The doomsday-bringer from hell who singlehandedly took Castle Thorum, vaporized the Mid Fort causeway, and brought the Highlands to its knees was not… Mom. But then I saw her give a speech on the balcony of the castle. Never in my life had I seen her engulfed in such passion. She roused the crowd with proclamations of our greatness, invigorated them with premonitions of victory, and awed them with a display of magic I never thought possible from her. Fire wreathed her head, telekinetic shockwaves shot from her chest, and her voice resonated in everyone’s minds, speaking with such confidence and strength. I was on my feet and applauding with the rest of Bentius, so assured in our victory against the Alkandrans that I was ready to pick up a sword myself.

“Mom, that was amazing!” I cried as she stepped from the balcony.

She winked back at me. “I told you I was a badass. Now,” she walked past me, and fumbled through her purse, “where is my ass-kissing lipstick… ah, there it is. Prestira, be a dear and leave the room.”

“What? Why?”

“Because Mommy has grown-up things to do.”

“I’m eighteen!”

“And I’m thirty-nine, so I win. Nana-nana-boo-boo, stick your head in dog doo. Now get out.”

“No.”

She turned around, and glared at me. “Prestira, I’m not fucking around. Get out, or I’ll make you get out.”

“We’re about to go to war, Mom! If you can’t treat me like an adult now, when can you?!”

Her features softened somewhat, and she sighed. “Fine,” she smiled, “I guess it was selfish of me to enjoy the one time you haven’t been ashamed of me in the last ten years.”

“Don’t be like that.”

She shook her head, and turned toward the mirror. “Try not to judge me too harshly for this, Prestira.” She reached out, and touched the glass. A second later, the Dark Queen’s wicked portrait swam into view.

“Well, well, well…” Aunt Leveria chuckled sardonically, “just like old times, eh, sis? Ah, and I see you already put on your ass-kissing lipstick.”

“Yeah?!” I yelled, “Well, you better put on your ass-kicking lipstick, because we are going to kick your ass!”

Aunt Leveria blinked. “Prestira, baby, that was so terrible. Yavara, why is she here?”

Mom held out her hands helplessly. “I couldn’t get her to leave. What was I supposed to do, throw her out?”

“Yes, you weak little woman.”

“Not all of us are ‘strong’ enough to execute our own daughters.”

“When you fertilize a thousand fields, a few bad seeds are inevitable. Now, shall we get down to business?”

“Sure.” Mom said, waving like she didn’t care.

Aunt Leveria paged through her notes, and hummed contemplatively. “My army outnumbers yours fifty to one. They are better equipped, better trained, and better supported. Five of your generals have been paid to switch sides the moment the battle starts, and your field marshal is a drunk. Need I say more?”

“No.” Mom grumbled.

“So… are we still doing this then?”

“Might as well tear the band-aid off.”

“Cool.” Aunt Leveria touched her mirror a few times, then fished around her desk, and pulled out a hand mirror. She watched it for a few minutes, then put it down. “Your army was just surrounded. Your men have laid down their arms, and your field marshal tried to kill himself. The vampires got to him before he could bleed out.”

“Oh, good.” Mom sighed, “So, no losses?”

“Looks like one of your men died of typhoid in the barracks, but no casualties on the field. A bloodless engagement discounting the field marshal’s attempt.”

“Poor Krakis,” Mom muttered, “I hope he gets the help he needs. Alright, so now what?”

“WHAT?!” I screamed. I’d been in such disbelief of what I was hearing that I couldn’t summon my mouth to form words before.

Mom turned around and scowled at me. “Prestira, we’re in the middle of something, could you not interrupt?” She turned back to Aunt Leveria, “How shall we proceed then?”

“Ambassador Straltaira will be teleported to you shortly. She’ll fill you in on the details.” Aunt Leveria quirked her lips, “She fought very hard on your behalf, Yavara. I wanted you to surrender to me in the arena, but she negotiated it down to just the throne room.”

“WHAT?!” I shrieked.

Aunt Leveria smirked at me. “I always told your mother she sheltered you too much. She wanted to raise you like how our mother raised us, but perhaps she should’ve raised you like how our father raised me.”

“The thought crossed my mind a few times,” Mom muttered, “mostly when I was drunk.”

Aunt Leveria giggled. “I love how disgusting you are. I can’t wait to see you, little sis.” She palmed the mirror, and her image disappeared.

I flitted my eyes from the mirror, to my mom. “Mom, what is going on?!”

Mom turned around, a rueful smile on her face. “Wars are won or lost decades before they are fought. We lost this war twenty years ago, Prestira. Aunt Leveria has been biding her time, countering my every move until my only option was to attack her. She knew this. I knew this. It had to be done this way, for the Highlands would never surrender until surrender was the only course left. Now, finally, we can have peace.”

Before I could even think of how to respond to that, there was a flash of green light, and two figures appeared in the portal. Though they were twenty years apart in age, they looked like they could’ve been sisters. Though one of them had streaks of black in her blonde hair while the other was pure platinum, both their skin-tones were a caramelly bronze, and both their bodies were sleek and athletic, displayed like trophies in their scanty clothes. Each of them were tattooed all the way to their chins in tribal designs, but I still thought of them as more elf than beast. Auntie Elena, and her daughter and my cousin, Adri.

“Auntie! Adri!” I yelled, and ran to them. They took me into their arms and embraced me, and I vented into their shoulders. “Auntie, what is going on?!” I sniffled, “Mom talked to Aunt Leveria, and she s-s-s-said that the army had s-s-s-surrendered a-a-a-and that y-y-y-you were coming here t-t-t-to—”

“Shh, Prestira.” Auntie said reassuringly, holding me tightly, “It’ll all make sense soon. You’ll be OK. Everything will be OK.” She kissed me atop the head, then released me, leaving me with Adri.

“Adri, what’s happening?” I hissed.



Adri held me at arm’s length, and looked me over. “God, when was the last time we saw each other?” She gasped.

“I don’t know. Two years ago?”

She beamed at me. “When did you get so fucking hot?!”

“Stop it, Adri!” I growled, “I’m serious! This is all really fucking serious! What the fuck is going on?!”

Adri’s eyes lingered on my body for a while, then fell upon my face. I knew she was a lustful creature; everyone knew that about dark-elves and hybrids, but Adri had never shown such open desire for me before. Her gaze was unfetteredly hungry, and looking into her longing blue eyes made me feel... strange.

“Adri, stop staring at me like that.” I muttered, suddenly extremely uncomfortable.

She giggled. “You’re still a virgin?”

“Of course I’m still a virgin! I’m a Highland princess, not an Alkandran whore!”

“Oh, and so I’m a whore now?”

“N-n-no! I didn’t mean… what I—”

“I’m just fucking with you, Tira.” Adri laughed, and the avarice left her eyes, replaced with that old impish spark. “Of course I’m a whore.”

“You’re a mean bitch is what you are,” I smiled back, glad that the moment had past. “Adri, please tell me what’s going on.”

Adri gestured to Auntie and Mom, who were in the midst of a serious conversation I couldn’t hear. “My mom is telling your mom my dad’s terms of surrender, and your mom is probably giving my mom some important details before she takes over.”

“Takes over what?”

Adri laughed, “the Highlands, of course.”

“What?!”

“She’s going to be governess of this province now. Your mom and my dad agreed that my mom would be the best choice since the Highlanders all mostly trust her.” Adri shrugged, and pulled out a cigarette, “Personally, I think we should just rape and pillage the fucking place, but I guess I take after Dad. Wanna smoke?”

“Oh my god,” I gasped, panic taking over me, “I can’t believe this is happening right now!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Adri said, putting her hands on my shoulders, “it’s going to be OK, Tira. You and Aunt Yavara will move in with me and Dad, and Mom will come visit all the time, and—”

“I’M NOT MOVING TO ALKANDRA!” I bellowed.

Auntie and Mom looked up at me.

“You’re not going anywhere, Sweetie.” Mom reassured me, “You’re staying here with Aunt Elena until things settle down.”

“Actually,” Auntie said, and my stomach dropped in my throat, “uh… I tried to fight on your behalf, Yavara, you know I did, but...”

Mom’s face went ghostly white. “Elena, please,” she begged softly.

Auntie just shook her head. She pitched her voice low so that I wouldn’t hear it, but I had enough of Mom’s telepathy in me to read the thoughts as they came out of her mouth, “We told you what would happen if you got pregnant, Yavara,” Auntie muttered, “no loose ends. Heirs are loose ends. You chose to have her, you knew what would happen to her, and you never prepared her?!”

“I know it’s my fault,” Mom whispered just as quietly, “but please, Elena. She’s so innocent, and you know how Leveria is with innocent girls.”

Auntie paused for an excruciating moment as I stood shaking from head to toe. Finally, she whispered, “You know Leveria. The only way you’re sparing Prestira from her, is if you are the one to baptize her into the sisterhood.”

Mom glanced sharply at me, then back at Auntie. They held each other’s gazes for a long, long time. Then a smile crept across Mom’s face. A wicked smile. An evil smile. A smile I’d never seen her wear in all her life. She and Auntie shared a giggle, then came together in a passionate, vulgar kiss.

I was so frozen in shock that I didn’t notice Adri’s hands moving down my body. It wasn’t until they were already at my waist that I realized it. Her front pressed into my back, her breasts pillowed against my shoulders, and her… her… her penis pressed into the folds of my dress, and slid between my buttocks.

“Do you feel that, Tira?” She whispered in my ear, “Do you feel how long and thick it is? That’s going to be inside you very, very soon.” She sniffed my hair, and let out a shuddering breath upon the nape of my neck, “I have waited so, so long to show you who I really am. I can’t wait to show you who you really are.”

“Don’t touch me!” I hissed through gritted teeth, paralyzed with fear.

“Don’t touch you where?” Adri giggled, and slid her hands around my waist, moving them along the converging lines of my pelvis, “don’t touch you here?” she whispered, sliding her fingers past my pubis, “don’t touch you here?” she whispered again, moving between my thighs. I felt her fingers in my crotch, pressing against the soft forbidden parts of me, and I gasped, a bolt of heat shooting through me. “Or did you not want me to touch you here?” Adri hissed, and poured her tongue into my ear. My hearing was filled with little squelches and wet clicks as the wet point of her appendage lathered around my cartilage. It was repulsive, but… but…

“You’re wet down here.” Adri giggled, pressing her fingers harder, bunching my dress between my legs, “So responsive. Your body is already betraying you.” She curled her fingers, and I let out a whimper. “God, that’s so fucking hot!” Adri moaned in my ear, “You know, I haven’t gotten the chance to rape someone before. Looks like this will be a day of firsts for the both of us.”

“Mom!” I managed to cry across the room. Mom broke from her kiss with Elena, and looked upon my pitiable state. “Help me!” I blubbered, “Please!”

She unwrapped herself from Elena’s arms, and walked over to me. Adri slowly retracted her hand, letting my shame-stained skirt fall back between my legs. Mom stopped just in front of me, and smiled with that wonderful, kind smile of hers.

“I remember this,” she muttered, framing my face with her hands, “I remember the fear of what was happening to me, and even more terrifying, the fear of what was happening inside of me. God, I was just like you. Savor this moment, Prestira. Savor the fear, the pain, and the shame. You’ll only be innocent once.”

“M-m-m-mom!” I blubbered, “What are you talking about?!”

Her expression was so gentle and maternal, so loving as she looked down upon me. “Do you want me to help you?”

“Yes!”

She kissed me. It was my first kiss, and I was so shocked that I hardly noticed it at first. Her soft plush lips pressed and opened mine, and her tongue slithered between them. Wet and hot, her wriggling appendage explored my mouth curiously, flicking my gums and teeth, then curling about my tongue. So gentle. So playful. There was nothing wrong with it; it was fun. It felt amazing. Her lips curved into an affectionate smile about my mouth, and she lathered my static tongue with a swirling pattern. I was about to join in the kiss, when my mind came surging back to me, and the horrible realization dawned on me. I broke from the kiss with a scream, and tried to spit the taste of her from my mouth. She just chuckled lowly, and pet my hair as I thrashed in Adri’s arms.

“Was that your first kiss?” Mom queried.

“Why the fuck did you do that?!” I screamed.

“Because you need to understand.”

“Understand what?”

She gave me that maternal smile again. “We are going to get through this, baby-girl,” she pitched her voice low so that only I could hear it, “just trust me, Ok?”

Mom shifted her eyes toward Auntie, then toward Adri, then back to me. I understood then. This was an act. We were at the mercy of enemies, and only she knew the way out. I gulped, and nodded imperceptibly. Mom nodded back.

“Stop tormenting the poor girl.” Auntie laughed, clapping Mom on the shoulder.

Mom’s expression turned back to its wicked façade. “Are you going to lecture me on parenting?” Mom laughed, “How old was Adri when you took her virginity?”

“Much, much, much too young.” Adri hissed in my ear, “But of course, it was me who crawled into Mommy’s bed that night, and Mommy couldn’t resist. Oh, she was so ashamed afterward, but that didn’t stop her from fucking me in the ass when I told her I wanted my second virginity taken!”

“Enough of you.” Auntie scolded her daughter with a smile, then pressed the button beside the portal.

A second later, we were standing in a vast atrium, a room larger than I’d ever seen before. The ceiling was so high that thin clouds misted its dome, and the walls were lined with tiered risers filled with monsters. The sound was what struck me. It was a roar the likes of which I’d never heard, so loud that it seemed to ring in my head. The tens of thousands of wild beasts churned in the stands, beating their chests and screaming at the tops of their lungs, and in the middle of it all, standing centerstage, was Aunt Leveria Alkandi.

She wore nothing but a black crown atop her wavy black hair, and thin leather straps that crossed her pillowing breasts, sculpted abdomen and crotch. They covered nothing. Her nipples were exposed, her navel was showing, and her… her… good god, it was enormous! And it was pointed right at me! She raised her fist high in the air, and the crowd roared louder and louder, their voices reverberating off the walls and into my skull. When the sound reached the precipice of its crescendo, she cracked the whip in her hand, and all went silent.

“Loyal subjects of the Alkandran Empire,” the Dark Queen called, “our conquest of Tenvalia is complete!”

They roared once again, shaking the risers, vibrating the very stones so that dust flaked on me from above.

Aunt Leveria cracked the whip once more, and silenced the crowd. “The Highland forces were crushed and humiliated, defeated even before they drew their swords!” After Aunt Leveria was satisfied with the crowd’s reaction, she cracked her whip a third time, then pointed to the alcove we were cowered in. “And now, after twenty long years, my sister, the false Dark Queen, returns to Alkandra to face her retribution!”

The crowd roared like they never did before. A hurricane of sound rushed through the building. Horns were blared, songs were sung, whistles were blown, and it all comingled into one terrible thunder that shook me from the inside out. Leveria cracked her whip, and when the crowd went silent, she exclaimed with a gleeful smile, “And to show her appreciation for Alkandran hospitality, my dearest sister brought her own virgin daughter for our entertainment!”

I hardly heard the audience’s reaction over the thundering of my pulse against my temples. Panic gripped me and I made to thrash out of Adri’s arms and flee, but she held me fast against her.

“Stop, Tira,” she hissed in my ear, “don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

“PROTECT ME?!” I screeched.

She smiled against the nape of my neck. “You can either stick with me, or you can go with your mommy. It’s your choice.”

I hadn’t even noticed my mom. Sometime during Leveria’s speech, she’d taken off her royal dress, leaving her in nothing but a long shift, and she’d adorned the Highland crown, and a dog collar. Now she was on her hands and knees beside Elena, who held her by the leash like a dog.

“Ladies and gentlemen and everything in between,” Leveria roared, “I give you, the last queen of the Highlands!”

The crowd cheered, and Mom began her procession. She crawled as Auntie led her down the aisle, and the beasts of Alkandra began to pelt her with food and refuse, splattering her shift, mucking her hair. She endured it all the way, keeping her shoulders bowed against the onslaught. By the time she got to the platform at the center, she was caked in waste. Adri took my hand, and bid me to follow behind them. Nobody threw anything at me, but they shouted and pointed behind jeering masks, every one of the horrible beasts appearing to me as monsters straight from the depths of hell. This was hell. I somehow found the strength to walk up the four platform steps, but when I stepped out into the center of everything, my legs gave out. Adri held me tightly against her, and though she groped me as she did it, I was infinitely glad that she was there. She had betrayed me, she was molesting me, but at least she was familiar, and at least it felt like she cared about me, if only as a toy.

Mom kept crawling toward the center of the stage until Auntie pulled on her leash, and stopped her at the Dark Queen’s feet. Aunt Leveria gazed down at her sister with an avaricious, imperious glare, letting the moment linger between them for an excruciatingly long time. Her black-sheened lips quirked. “Welcome home, sister,” she said privately to my mother.

“Leveria…” Mom whispered with a tremulous voice, “…please.”

I didn’t know until later that she wasn’t begging for mercy. The Dark Queen grabbed her cock, aimed it down, and urinated on my mother’s head. The crowd laughed and cheered, and their mirth only rose when Leveria ripped my mother’s head back by the hair, and sprayed her golden stream into my mother’s gasping mouth. When the stream sputtered out, Aunt Leveria snapped her fingers, and two orc attendants on either side dumped drums of freezing water onto my mom.

Mom let out a shrill scream, and quivered from head to toe in her puddle. Her white shift was plastered translucently to her alabaster flesh, exposing her pink pert nipples through the fabric. The orcs grabbed her roughly, picked her up between them, and carried her to a large square frame. Shackles dangled from the top and bottom of it, and they shackled my mother by her wrists and ankles, displaying her spread-eagle in the air. The orcs put the Highland crown back on Mom’s head as Aunt Leveria sauntered around the frame, her mouth moving about her evil smile. With my telepathic hearing, I heard her say, “…do you remember how you had me tortured in the arena?”

“How could I forget?” Mom gasped, her voice quaking with terror.

“I was raped by hundreds of beasts for days. I endured pain and humiliation that would break most women, but I am not most women.” She walked around my mother, assessing her like a tiger eyeing her trapped quarry, “You turned me into the Dark Queen in that arena. You made me realize who I was on the inside. Now, I am going to show everyone what you look like on the inside!”

Aunt Leveria brandished a knife. The crowd roared. I screamed. She slashed with blinding speed, and my mother froze. I expected great gouts of blood to spray from her chest and belly, but only a thin line formed in her shift. The wet fabric fluttered open, then cascaded from her body. I gasped. I had never seen my mother naked before. I had never seen her perfect breasts standing proudly on her chest, her soft tummy still shaped beneath by the athleticism of her youth, and her voluptuous alabaster buttocks perched perfectly on her thick thighs, not a blemish upon the smooth domes, not even a bit of sag even as she flirted with forty. Somehow, the part that shocked me the most was that her nipples were pierced with cute golden rings. Absolutely scandalous.

“God, your Mom’s so fucking hot.” Adri hissed.

“Shut the fuck up!” I snarled at her.

“Why? I’ve already fucked her dozens of times.”

“Lying Alkandran whore!”

Adri chuckled lowly, then slid her hands from my breasts, down my belly, and to my crotch. I didn’t dare fight her when I was so dependent upon her mercy, so I endured her fingers as they slid between my thighs, and caressed me. “You’re still so wet,” Adri whispered, “are you turned on by your mother?”

“NO!”

“Maybe you’re just like her then,” Adri nuzzled her lips against my throat, and rubbed her stiff cock against my backside, “fear gets you off. I can feel your heat through your panties, shift and dress. You’re so horny right now.”

“Fuck you!” I sobbed, and she only got more excited.

As Adri tormented me, Aunt Leveria paced around Mom, and cracked her whip with practiced precision. When she was done with her choreography, she draped the whip over mother’s shoulder, and let it dangle upon her left breast. The crowd hushed. Aunt Leveria twisted her wrist, then ripped the whip back. Mom let a shrill scream as a red line was drawn from her throat to her nipple. She arched in the air, and everyone in the stands applauded her for it. I wept silently as Adri rubbed my virgin slit through my layers of cloth, her touch becoming more and more familiar as the cloth became wetter and wetter. Aunt Leveria reeled back her hand, and cracked the whip across Mom’s other breast. The pale mammary fat jiggled, the smack sounded a second later, and Mother’s scream rose even higher. Adri purred against my throat, and drew her tongue along my collar. Before my mom had a chance to collect herself, Aunt Leveria whipped her again, and again, and again, striking three converging lines down her tummy. Mom wailed and thrashed in her binds, every muscle on her sculpted back tensing in soft shadows. Adri began to hike up my skirt.

Aunt Leveria delivered precise welts upon my mother’s thighs, creating intersecting lines upon each one. Then she cracked the whip between them. The cruel black rope contoured to Mom’s pelvic floor, split her fat cheeks, then swung around to sting her across the back. She howled to the ceiling, and the beasts lauded her anguish. I sobbed in horror. Adri’s bare fingers moved past my knees. Aunt Leveria moved behind my mother, and slid the whip teasingly between her legs. When she pulled it out, the black rope glistened with wetness. She raised her hand, and cracked the whip across Mom’s back once, twice, three times. Mom shrieked with each strike, the curvature of her bowed spine increasing as though to flee from the agony. I didn’t know until later that she arched her back in pleasure. I wept in existential terror. Adri’s bare fingers moved along my inner thighs. Aunt Leveria reeled back the whip, and struck. The flail slapped across Mom’s buttocks, imprinting them in a succulent shadow before releasing a jiggling ripple through her alabaster fat. This time, Mom did not scream. This time, she moaned. The whip cracked again and again, creating cruel welting lines across Mother’s perfect backside, and Mom yelped and growled with each strike. One slash wrapped around the crease of Mom’s thigh and struck her in the front, and she flung back her head and cried out to the ceiling. There were tears streaming down her face, but her lips were not peeled back in anguish. No, they were open in an awed smile. I gawked at her. Adri’s bare fingers touched my pubic hair.

“Stop!” I cried, and tried to squirm out of Adri’s hold, but she was far stronger than me. Her fingers touched my bare pussy, and my breath was stolen from me. For a moment, my entire focus was of naught but the way her delicate little digits slid through my slit, caressing me softly back and forth, grazing the bottom of my untouched clitoris. I had masturbated many times before, but this… the intensity of the sensation was so acute that it left me dumb. Back and forth, back and forth; her fingertips slid along me, getting moister with every pass, smearing my virgin nectar upon the petals that secreted it.

“You like thissss.” Adri hissed in my ear, “I knew you would, Tira. You’re so much like your mother; you just don’t know it. I’ll show you.”

Her fingers pushed inside me, and I croaked out a breathless scream. They invaded my sanctum inner depths, separated my tight walls, and snaked further into me until they met resistance. No. No! If she broke that, I’d never—she broke it. Without preamble or ceremony, she pushed my chastity to the limit of its elasticity, and broke it. Pain lanced through me like a knife, and I screeched to the ceiling. Mom’s head whipped around to see me. Through my tear-blurred gaze, I saw her eyes watch me with a sorrowful expression. I didn’t know until later that it was envy.

Blood leaked between Adri’s rolling digits and dripped down my thighs. She moaned into my ear, and hissed, “God, I love breaking virgin cunt! Do you feel me, Tira? You’ll never forget this. I’m so glad it was me who did it.”

As I endured my pain, Aunt Leveria set up more for my mother. Auntie Elena strolled around my mother with a mirror in her hand, broadcasting all the closeups upon the massive mirror that hung above us. She grinned as she zoomed in on my mother’s raised and swollen nipples, then made a show of traversing down Mom’s abused tummy until she got to the place between her legs. There, before the tens of thousands of attendees, the fifty-by-fifty-foot mirror displayed my mother’s moist and blushing pussy in all its intricate detail. Whistles and hoots sounded from all around as Auntie moved the mirror between my mother’s legs to reveal her pink coiled anus. Through my fog of horror and disgust, I couldn’t help but note how well waxed and cleaned my prim mother was between her legs. My stupid musings were immediately dashed when Aunt Leveria raised her next instrument of torture. It was a smooth metal cone; a dilator used for birth canals. She squeezed the trigger on its handle, and the cone opened slightly into eight petals. She squeezed it again, and it opened a little more. She squeezed five times until the cone had become a cylinder, and the audience was riled into a frenzy, then she hit the release, and the petals coalesced. Auntie set the mirror down between Mom’s legs, reached around her, and spread open her cheeks. The Dark Queen pressed the tip of the dilator to my mom’s puckered asshole, and pushed in.

I screamed in horror. Adri’s fingers worked deeper inside of me. The dilator bowed my mother’s pelvic floor until her entire backside seemed to be sucking into her crack, and then it all sprang forward. Mom threw back her head and sobbed as the dilator moved deeper and deeper, opening her wider and wider until her anus was a thin circle turned white with tension. When the base of the dilator mercifully reached its end, Aunt Leveria grasped the trigger on the handle, and squeezed once. Mom let out a shriek. Auntie dipped her head between my mother’s legs, and before everyone, she extended her long pink tongue, and licked along the frothing opening of my mother’s slit. The Dark Queen squeezed the handle once more. Mom sobbed, and Auntie pressed her face deeper, kissing my mother’s pussy with such tender caresses. She painted her saliva without penetrating her, leaving the womanly petals blushing and glistening with dew. A third squeeze, and Mom’s head dropped between her shoulders so that she could weep to the floor. Auntie pressed the point of her tongue against Mom’s delicate opening, and slithered inside. A fourth squeeze. Mom let out a guttural wail. Auntie opened her mouth around Mom’s folds, and sucked them into her lips as she pushed her tongue deeper.

Aunt Leveria squeezed the dilator a fifth and final time. Mom didn’t react. She just stayed suspended in the air, swinging almost limply. Spasms wracked her pelvis and sent twitches up her spine, but she didn’t move at all. Elena opened her mouth, drew her tongue vulgarly along my mother’s womanly ceiling, then upended the bottom of her engorged clit with an exiting flick. The spasms that crawled up Mom’s back became more and more violent, and then ceased. The crowd was silent. For a moment, only the sound of Mom’s heavy breathing pervaded the massive atrium. Then she tensed from every muscle, arched her back, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and screamed in abject euphoria. A great orgasmic stream erupted from her urethra and doused Auntie’s face, and Auntie opened her laughing lips, and drank it all. Mom thrashed and squirmed in her captive ascension, more a slave to her own body than to the binds that held her. She fought herself in a fit of ecstasy, then swung limply from her chains before the standing ovation of her audience.

“That was so beautiful,” Adri sniffled emotionally behind me, “no one comes like your mother, Tira. She’s like an angel every time she does.”

“You’re fucking disgusting!” I hissed at her, tears of horror running down my cheeks.

“So are you, dear cousin,” Adri hissed back, her voice like a snake’s, “my fingers suddenly don’t hurt very much, do they? You know why? Because you opened up so much down here watching your mother get tortured. You’re inviting me in!”

“FUCK YOU!” I wailed, and tried another feeble escape attempt, only for Adri to suppress it from inside of me. She curled her fingers against my vaginal ceiling, and pressed hard. My knees buckled, and I went rigid against her.

“Ah, virgins are all so easy,” Adri chuckled, “you’re like a toy, Tira. I just have to press your buttons, and you’ll do whatever I want. That felt good, didn’t it?”

I just kept my mouth shut, and let Adri play with me. I hated it, absolutely hated it! But… but… but nothing!

Aunt Leveria slowly extracted the opened dilator, and a sheath of glistening pink anal skin came out with it. Mom’s entire pelvic floor jutted with convulsions, and she kicked her suspended feet as though in a fit. I would’ve thought she were in great agony, but her lips were peeled back in a manic smile. The dilator popped free, and mother’s ruined sheath coalesced into a ruby flower about her entrance. I gawked in horror as Aunt Leveria pushed it back in with her fist.

“Yes!” Mom bellowed, her neck striating with tension, “Oh god, yes! Yes! YES! YES!”

The crowd cheered on her loss of equanimity, and she basked in their glow without shame, puffing out her robust chest with pride. Auntie formed a pinched fist before Mom’s tighter hole, and pushed alongside the Dark Queen. Before the audience of Alkandra, the two hermaphrodites made a show of playing with my dearest mother’s insides. The broken Highland queen was gaped open and outturned, deformed and reformed. Her elastic openings were exposed to all, and when Aunt Leveria removed her fist, the hole she left was so reamed that I could see clearly down Mother’s anal tunnel, the insides glistening, pink and smooth. Auntie pressed against the membranous wall that divided them, and the bulging imprint of her fingers and thumb could be seen clearly from the other side. Mom let a howl of pure masochistic delight. The sight was the most grotesque thing I’d ever seen, but I could not look away, and the longer I looked, the more aware I became of Adri’s fingers. Her other left hand my molested breast, moved down my clothed back, and grabbed my ass. For some reason, I just let her. She rolled up my skirt and snaked her evil little fingers beneath it. I gasped when she gripped the bare fat of my cheeks, but I didn’t protest. It was only when she snaked those evil little fingers into my crack, that I screamed.

“Shhh, Tira. You don’t want them to notice you, or you’ll end up just like Mommy.” She kissed my throat tenderly, and began caressing my… my… my butthole!

“Please stop!” I whimpered.

“Why? You saw how much your mother loves it there.” She snuggled up against me, her raging cock pressing against my ass through her dress, “I want to see how far the apple falls from the tree.”

She pushed one finger into me. I let out a gasp. A part of me that should never have been touched by anyone was opened, and a warm foreign appendage snaked inside. I felt her against my thin, tender walls; prodding and poking. I felt her knuckles stretch my gripping aperture as they passed through me. I felt her nestle into my tight filthy channel, and then I felt her retreat, and push in again. She did this over and over with just her one finger, and as she did this, her other hand delivered three fingers into my tight wet heat, and pressed against my back wall. I shivered from head to toe.

“Oh, yesssss,” Adri hissed, “oh, Tira, Tira, Tira… you like it here better, don’t you?”

“No!” I sobbed even as I marveled at how her invading finger felt inside my disgusting channel.

“Ah, Tira,” Adri sighed, “there’s no hope for a woman who likes it in the ass. You’re going to be an anal slut who begs for it on all fours like a bitch. It’s who you are. It’s in your blood.”

“S-s-s-s-stop!”

“Watch, dearest cousin,” Adri whispered, “watch what my mommy and daddy are about to do to your mommy.”

Auntie and Aunt Leveria stood up, and walked around my mother. Auntie took her position behind Mom, while Aunt Leveria took her position in front. It was at that moment that I realized what was going to happen. But of course Aunt Leveria was going to do this. It wasn’t enough that she had conquered the very land my mother swore her life to defend, it wasn’t enough that she had raped, tortured and humiliated her, no; she had to take everything! Never in my life had I wished for something so horrible, but in that moment, I prayed that the roof would fall and crush my mother before she had to endure something so terrible, so unholy. The hybridization. I’d heard the horror stories; I’d seen the evidence on Auntie’s own flesh! It was a fate worse than death.

“Stop!” I screamed at Aunt Leveria, “Stop, stop, stop! I’ll do anything! ANYTHING!”

Aunt Leveria paused, and looked over at me. They all did. All of Alkandra turned their gazes from the performance at centerstage, to the molested teenager in the corner. I’d never been more terrified in my whole life, but I did not cower. I stood my ground as best as I could with Adri’s fingers inside of me, and stared down the Dark Queen. Beside her, I saw my mother beaming with pride at me, tears rolling down her cheeks. Even Aunt Leveria assessed me with respect. She opened her mouth, and said, “I know you will, Prestira.” Then she turned back to Mom, and her expression alighted with a sick kind of affection. “Are you ready, Yavara?” she asked softly, gently, lovingly.

Mom bit her lip as a tear rolled down her cheek. She smiled as though her older sister had just given her the most heart-warming gift, and nodded. “Take me home,” she whimpered.

And with that, Aunt Leveria’s lined up her cock against my mother’s tiny slit, and pushed in. They both gasped at once, their chins tilting to savor the sensation as my mother’s lips sucked wetly around her sister’s grotesquely-thick meat. The juxtaposition of Aunt Leveria’s veiny, muscular organ and Mom’s soft pale folds was a striking one, made ever more so when Aunt Leveria’s tight nuts squished against Mom’s taint. I could see the bulge within my mother’s pelvis; I could see it throbbing. I could see it slide down her body when Aunt Leveria slowly pulled out, and then I could see it form once more when Aunt Leveria shoved in. Despite the deformation of her body, Mother’s face was wrought with impassioned pleasure. She locked eyes with her older sister, a woman who now looked twenty years her junior, and she growled with lust. Auntie Elena split my mother’s plump crack with her cock, then pressed her head to Mom’s gaping anus, and slid inside easily. Mom turned her face skyward to let out a satisfied moan, and that moan turned to a primal cry when the two hermaphrodites began to thrust as one. They pounded into Mom’s supple flank, jiggling her flesh with impacting ripples, stretching the insides of her holes with each retreat and forcing them back in again, and again, and again! They feasted upon her like animals, sucking her nipples, licking her throat, consuming avariciously and without gentleness, gnawing and biting, leaving marks upon the flesh. Mom loved it. As Aunt Leveria bit upon her pink nipple and stretched backward until the piercing was an ovoid hole, Mom squealed in ecstasy, and grinded her wide hips to deepen the jackhammer penetration of her nethers.

Adri pressed her thumb to my clit, and began to rub it forcefully. I sobbed in her embrace, but I could not stop myself from leaking, nor could I stop the way my insides fluttered delightedly around her pressing and prodding fingers, moving so precisely outside and inside me, touching me like they knew all the secrets that I didn’t. I didn’t want to push my anal muscles against Adri’s invasion, but when I tried to expel her like the shit she was, I only tightened around her, and the coiling embrace of my anal sheath brought me such terrible pleasure. I didn’t want to moan, but I did. My sobbing lips parted, and between my terrified expirations, came a guttural moan of pleasure.

“You like watching your mommy get raped, don’t you?” Adri giggled, moving her hands with more passion, rubbing me harder, pressing deeper, “But she’s not getting raped, Tira. She’s getting exactly what she wants.” She kissed me on the throat, and whispered, “And so are you. You just don’t know it yet, but I’ll show you.”

The shackles around Mom’s ankles snapped, and she wrapped her legs around her sister’s hips, dipped her ass low between her rapists, and took them with screaming gusto. She reveled in the captivity of her arms, using the chains to brace against while Aunt Leveria greedily squeezed and slurped from her flailing breasts, and Auntie Elena delivered vicious strikes across her flank that sent ripples up her succulent thighs. They thrusted with such force that she lurched between them, allowing her to drop impactfully upon their impaling organs, squelching her clear syrupy fluid from her stretched pussy. The crowd cheered her on, their voices growing louder and louder, their feet thundering in the stands above and shaking the very foundations of the castle. Adri rubbed and penetrated me harder, smooshing my clit into my moist folds, tormenting the erogeneity of my virgin hole, burrowing through my clenching rectum, touching fingers inside of me. I was feeling hot everywhere. Sweat glistened from my flesh, my hair was matted around my tiara, and my clothes were becoming damp, wrapping against my body. I had never felt such disgusting, invasive sensations in all my life, and I had never felt such pleasure either. I had never felt such horror, and I had never felt such arousal. This argument of the senses tormented me more than the torture itself, for I was slowly beginning to come to the horrible realization that the disgusting invasion was the source of my pleasure, and the horror of seeing my mother raped was the source of my arousal. The primal sensations and emotions of the moment cut right through an entire life of modesty and self-control like butter, opening that shell of nobility to reveal the grotesque thing inside. Me.

The crowd’s roar became louder by the second. Mom twisted and writhed between the hermaphrodites ravaging, dancing chaotically, flinging her head from side to side as her body heaved in deep undulations. Adri’s fingers moved slickly inside me, squelching with my nectar, smearing my own secretion back into my holes to slicken the penetration. I wasn’t clenching around her anymore. I was letting her do it. I was enjoying it. A feeling was building inside of me, and the more that feeling built, the less I cared for meagre things like propriety and pride. It swelled between my legs, emanated from my violated pussy and anus, lanced from the rubs dealt to my throbbing clit. I whimpered and groaned, sobbed and moaned. Mom was screaming with every breath, exalting to the ceiling as if speaking to God. Her audience was working itself into a frenzy, their voices rising with her soprano crescendo as though she commanded their noise. Her eyes rolled back, and she threw her head back, draping Auntie in her mane. As her throat clenched around an exerted whine, clear fluid rained from her pelvic floor. The droplets oscillated with her body, then spurted, and gushed in a great gout of release. Auntie and Aunt Leveria suddenly surged into Mom, and held her aloft, suspending her displayed body between their bridging forms as she let out a great cry of ecstasy before the manic crowd, and I was there with her, blubbering out my orgasm in great ecstatic sobs, collapsing against the woman who ravaged me and letting her take all that she wanted. Mom’s voice reached its peak, and then… then she changed.

Auntie and Aunt Leveria pulled out and stepped back, letting their creamy expulsion leak from Mom’s gaping flesh-holes. She swung limply from her wrists, and stared sightlessly at the ceiling. Her blue eyes stayed unfocused in a trance of ecstasy as the skin around them darkened. Her alabaster complexion became tan, then caramel, then bronze. The slight wrinkles and sagging of her middle-aged body tightened and smoothed, revealing the decades of athleticism beneath her. Her soft tummy became a washboard, her arms became sculpted, her back became a splendor of shadowed muscles, and her pelvis was drawn with two dramatic lines. And there, at the convergence of those lines, my mother grew a penis. It was small at first, barely larger than my pinky, but it ballooned and lengthened, inflating from her crotch until it waggled between her legs. It was smooth and without visible veins, the cute pink head nestled into tight foreskin, the flesh supple and unblemished with bumps. It was perhaps six inches long, but it was thick and full, nearly occupying the entire space between her robust thighs. I dropped my head, and wept into my chest. My mother was gone.

“Watch,” Adri commanded, forcing my head up with her sullied fingers on my jaw, smearing my chin with my shameful juices.



Mom regained herself, and looked down. She examined her new body with awed fascination, her expression alight with glee. With a snap of her fingers, the chains that bound her wrists snapped, and she dropped nimbly to the stage before the rapt and silent audience. She looked upon them, the people of Alkandra, and she beamed into the sunlight with euphoric tears in her blue eyes. Before the tens of thousands, she reached up, plucked the Highland crown from her head, and smashed it into the stage. The thunder that followed was the likes of which I’d never heard before. The sound hit me like a wave, and Mother raised her hands into it as if she were some sonic god. She basked in it until it faded, and then she threw her arms around Auntie, and wept into her shoulder. They embraced like old friends, then parted to look between them. Their cocks were rigid and rubbing against each other, and Mom cackled and moaned delightedly upon the new sensation. They playfully sword-fought for a moment, their eyes wrought with lust, then they dissolved into a fit of girlish giggles, and embraced once more. When they locked lips to kiss, the crowd roared their approval, but the two of them didn’t seem to notice at all. They just consumed each other’s mouths, and undulated their bodies, pressing their masculine organs between them, grinding their hips to savor the homosexual combat of their parts. When they parted from each other, their gaze was full of such love that it seemed to shine from them, and they spoke tender words I did not bother to hear. Then Mom turned around to face her sister.

The audience hushed. Aunt Leveria and Mom stared at each other for excruciating seconds. Mom bowed her head, and dropped to one knee. The room exploded with noise again, and the sound only grew louder when the Dark Queen presented her cock, and Mom paid tribute to it with a lingering open-mouthed kiss upon its tip. Aunt Leveria bid Mom to rise, but she shook her head with an impish smile, and stayed on her knee. She grasped one hand with the other, slid her familial ring from her finger, and presented it to her sister.

“What’s this?” Aunt Leveria asked, “The old Tiadoa seal? Why would you give this to me?”

“I’m on one knee and giving you a ring,” Mom grinned, “need I say more?”

Aunt Leveria laughed like it was a joke, then the realization struck her. She looked from the ring, to Mom, then back to the ring. The audience hushed as the situation was realized. Auntie’s jaw dropped, and mine did too. Aunt Leveria, however, just stared at Mom with her cold, calculating gaze.

“You always were much cleverer than I ever gave you credit for,” she whispered.

“Did you really think I’d let you just win?” Mom giggled up at her.

“You know, I actually did.”

Mom sneered at her. “The game is never over, Leveria. You better hurry up and make your decision; everyone’s watching.”

Aunt Leveria looked at the ring, then scanned the immense room, then looked back down at Mom. “Goddamn it, I love you,” she hissed angrily, grabbed the ring, and shoved it onto her finger. The room exploded with pandemonium, and Mom leapt upright to embrace her sister in a heated, combative, but loving kiss. As their tongues slithered together, so did their rigid cocks, each one jockeying for position in a rubbery display of smooth bronze lust. They parted with challenging smiles upon their faces, then Mom pivoted on her heel, pulled another ring from her hand, and knelt before Auntie. Auntie jumped higher in the air than I thought possible, and clapped her hands with glee. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted, and she and Mother embraced in another loving kiss.

The other hybrids came to the stage. There was Headmaster Dog Meat, Councilor Lydia Straltaira, and Councilor Esmerelda Giana. They all embraced and kissed their new sister, and jokingly compared the sizes of their members, for which they seemed to care very little for, for Dog Meat proudly displayed her four inches of fun without any shame at all. For a few precious moments, I thought they may have forgotten about me, but then Aunt Leveria tapped my mother on the shoulder, and pointed directly at me.

“Your turn, Tira,” Adri chuckled sardonically, and pulled me off my feet. I tried to fight her, but she suppressed me with a telekinetic spell, and simply carried me in the air toward the others. All eyes were on me now, the tens of thousands of merciless beasts staring at the lone high-elf like wolves salivating over a cornered hen. Adri flicked her wrist, and a nearby bench emptied itself of audience members, floated over the stage, and landed before my watching mother. That was where Adri then dropped me. I landed awkwardly on the bench, my momentum carrying me forward so that I fell into my Mom’s awaiting arms. I screamed and scrambled backward, but before I could attempt my vain escape, Adri’s hands came down hard on my shoulders, forcing me to sit.

“There’s no need for that, Adrianna,” Mom scolded, “she can’t run from me.”

“I know,” Adri sneered, and kneaded her fingers into my shoulders, “I’m just making sure everyone knows I get your sloppy seconds.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure she’s very sloppy,” Mom chuckled, then gazed down at me.

“M-m-m-mom?!” I whimpered, “Y-y-y-you said I could trust you!”

“I lied,” she sighed, “I needed to give you a little hope so that you’d hold out for me. Adrianna is a very potent lover, and I knew you needed something to keep you from falling into despair, and surrendering to her.”

“What are you talking about?!”

“I wanted to preserve your innocence.” Mom smiled fondly, and brushed my hair behind my ear, “You remind me so much of a younger me. I remember how visceral losing my innocence was. I remember the terror and pain, but I can never get it back. No matter what depravities I engage in, no matter what tortures I endure, nothing will ever be quite like that night I was transformed.” Her gaze turned dark before me, “The closest I’ll ever get, is to do it to you.”

She balled her fists in my bodice, and ripped it down the middle. The garment tore cleanly through all layers of cloth, revealing my petite teenage breasts in a jiggling display. I yelped and made to cover them, but Mom intercepted my wrists with lightning reflexes, and held them with immeasurable strength.

“It’s not in my DNA to hurt you, Prestira,” Mom whispered, “you may not understand it now, but the pain I am causing you is all out of love.” She lowered her lips to my right nipple, and muttered, “After this, we will be closer than ever.”

Hot wetness wrapped around my pink node, and a plush slithering appendage circled it. The sensations of my mother’s nursing were so intense that I didn’t realize how good they felt until a second later. I was in such shock that I couldn’t stop the moan from seeping from my mouth. When that unbidden sound reach Mom’s ears, her eyes went wild. She slurped and suckled with a deep passion, toying with my nipple until it was so hard that it felt like it would burst. I had to grit my teeth from preventing anymore involuntary surrenders, but I could not stop myself from bowing my back and presenting my chest. Mother secured my hands together against the small of my back, and smiled around my areola as she pulled back her head, and stretched my breast into a conical point. I couldn’t stop the moan then. It came from deep within my belly, and seeped from my lips in a decadent purr. I slammed my mouth shut, and twisted my face away, a tear rolling down my cheek. Mom giggled, then nursed from my other nipple. She didn’t stop until both nodes were swollen and red, and then she rubbed her lips over them, letting them bounce and spring back beneath her plush flesh. She was so sensual with her mouth that I could barely find it within me to fight her, but I did. I tried kicking her, and she subdued my ankles with a telekinetic bind. I tried spitting on her, and she just raised her face so that my spittle splashed across her cheeks. She grinned when she saw my look of shock.

“You can spit on me all you want, Prestira.” Mom chuckled, and began kissing her way down my belly, “But something tells me you’re not so much the spitter, as you are the spat upon. Am I right, Adri?”

“You’re very right.” Adri snickered behind me, “She’s just like you.”

“Just like me?” Mom asked with an excited smile.

“Just like you.” Adri confirmed.

“Oh, Prestira,” Mom grinned delightedly at me. “We are going to have so much nasty, nasty, fun together.”

She kissed her way down my tummy, through my untrimmed mound, and beneath me. Her blue eyes never left mine as her mouth opened, and her breath caressed my petals. I heard her take a deep inhale through her nose, and I felt her shudder. Her grip tightened around my wrists, and she pressed her lips to the entrance of my sex.

“Mom, don’t!” I whimpered.

Mom looked up at me, her sapphire eyes alight with desire. “From now on, Prestira,” she whispered, “I want you to call me ‘Mommy.’”

She licked me. Her tongue slithered into my folds, parted my petals, then drew along the underside of my clit. I shivered from head to toe. She turned her face slightly, and planted sensual kisses down my folds, then opened her mouth, and wrapped my entire outer lips in her gently-sucking lips. As I let out involuntary cries of pleasure, she snaked her tongue inside of me, and began to taste me from the source. I groaned and gasped, doing my best to struggle, but the fight seemed to be fading from me, and I was so weak. A strange lassitude suffused my muscles and bones, making every motion a labor. I tried to close my thighs around my mother, but it was no use. They stayed open for her, and let her ruin our relationship with every wonderful lick inside of me. I rolled back my head, and let out a low, guttural groan.

Aunt Leveria and Auntie were standing on either side of me, stroking each other’s cocks as they watched. Dog Meat and Esmerelda were fucking in the corner, while Great-aunt Lydia held the mirror to broadcast my desecration to the onlookers. My violation was displayed in crystal-clear detail, showing my thin thighs splayed out before my mother’s consuming mouth, revealing all that was occurring which I could not see. Mom’s face was smeared with my juices as she devoured me, deforming my netherlips with her burrowing tongue so that she could taste my nectarous ovule. The sensations were only heightened by the visuals, for I could feel viscerally the way my clit rubbed against her nose, the way her lips sucked around mine, and the way her wriggling appendage lathered my stretching entrance on its way to pleasuring my insides. She knew exactly where to lick me, and how. She knew exactly when to pause, and when to continue. She knew everything about me that I did not, and the longer she went, the looser her grip on my wrists became, and the looser her grip needed to be. When I felt the preeminent quaking in my nethers, she pulled out, her mouth and nose filmed with my excretion. She grinned up at me, and wrapped her lips around my clit.

“Oh god!” I cried, tears of shame, anger, horror and pleasure all coursing down my face. I wept to the ceiling and prayed that it would end, then asked God for forgiveness when I realized my prayer was a lie.

Mom sucked my clit, grinning at me as she toyed with it. She brought me to the back-arching precipice, then flicked me from her lips, and whispered, “Your pussy tastes so good, Prestira,” she licked the froth from her lips, and hissed, “but I have more… refined tastes.”

She planted her lips against my pelvic floor, and kissed her way down. Down, down, down she went, past my clit, past my pussy, and down the bridge of flesh between my holes. I felt the heat of her breath against my puckered anus, and then I felt the tip of her coy little tongue. My flesh prickled all over, and a slow breath eased from my mouth. Her intrusive member prodded and tasted my filthy entrance, testing it. She drew her tongue along the spokes, then circled the rim, then moved into the center. I felt pressure, and then she broke through. Her hot, wet slimy tongue wriggled into my tightest hole, and began stirring it. As I was pleasantly stretched open, her lips came around my dilated rim, wrapped around it, and sucked.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” I shrieked, loving every second of it. Auntie and Aunt Leveria descended on either side of me like vultures, and each took one of their breasts into my mouth. As they suckled, I noticed the way Auntie’s lips and tongue moved to make me feel comforting pleasure, while Aunt Leveria’s teeth gnawed as she sucked fiercely, shooting intense feelings of pain and pleasure deep into my breast. Their hands converged upon my crotch to penetrate me with their long elegant fingers, and they began opening my insides. Adri massaged my shoulders all the while, seeping her touch deep into the knotwork of my back. She pinched me every now and then just to hear me squeal, but she otherwise stayed her sadistic compulsions. My objections ceased on my tongue, and I willowed into the embrace of the four women. I tried my best to keep from breaking under their wet soft pleasure. I failed.

My delectable moans and groans carried freely from my mouth, and into the ears of the Alkandrans. Their adulation of my incestual rape was but a rumble in the background, for my focus was solely on the battle that raged within me. My flesh had betrayed my pride, but that was to be expected when dealing with Alkandrans, who were said to have tempted the devil himself. Though I could not deny the wet pleasure being dealt to my erogenous centers, I could deny my acceptance of it. I had to. I

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LEVERIA “…three, two, one!” Elena grunted, and with a heave, we tossed Sir Fraldias’s corpse down the spiraling staircase. It clanked and boomed as it disappeared into the stone blackness, then ended with a distant splash. “How are you going to explain it?” Elena asked, catching her breath. “I’m the queen of the Highlands; I don’t need to explain anything.” I smiled, wiping the blood off on my already-ruined night gown, “No one will question me about a missing knight, but a dead one at my...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 34

ADRIANNA I immediately locked down my thoughts, shutting Yavara out from even the most banal of my musings. She pouted her lips. “I was only trying to see what you were dreaming about.” Though I was groggy with alcohol, I could smell the wine fresh on her breath. She’d already been drinking, and it wasn’t even eight in the morning. “How did you get in here?!” I snapped, my breath tight in my chest. “Last I checked, this is my castle.” Yavara tittered. “And if you must know, I used the...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 47

Interlude Yavara sat upon a black throne. She closed her eyes and savored the discordant symphony of wails and moans, the drone punctuated by the clanking of chains and the cracking of whips. Exhaling contentedly, she opened her eyes. Below her laid a spectacle of depravity, churning masses of flesh oscillating to some unheard cadence, their glistening forms bathed in the crimson torchlight. The prisoners’ eyes were wide with horror, as what was being done to them was horrible, but comingled...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 18

CRYSTAL The arrival of the Dark Queen had disrupted the equilibrium of the Gorge. Brock, already insecure about his position, was made even more so, and Master’s concerns about the intentions of her beloved had deepened. I could see the rift that was forming between Brock and Master, and indeed, the rift in Yavara’s own court. As of now, the greatest threat the two posed was to each other, for the division they sowed would pull at the Dark Queen, and paralyze her. The morally-flexible Zander...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 52

ADRIANNA Riding a warg wasn’t anything like riding a horse. With a horse, I felt the power of the beast as it beat its hooves against the ground, springing me forward with each stride. With a warg, I didn’t even notice the ground it ran upon, for the warg didn’t beat the ground, but ripped through it, its massive paws tearing into the earth to create footholds for it to launch forward with each ferocious drive. The muscles on Sasha’s back rippled along me as I clung to her mane, and peered...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 57

Chapter Fifty-seven LEVERIA I took a deep breath, and my nostrils were filled with the smell of spent lust. Warm morning skin moistened in a dew of hormonal sweat, the subtle pungency of sexual fluids, and the tang of orifices that had not yet coalesced into their fleshy confines. Ah, what a wonderful miasma. My eyes fluttered open, and I sighed with contentment. The morning sun wasn’t yet up, but I felt no need to rise. The day would bring immeasurable bloodshed, and so I clung to the...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 61

Chapter Sixty-One YAVARA It took me months to fully heal from the wounds I suffered atop the tower. Even with the full expertise of the royal mages, my stomach and liver were permanently damaged, and my abdominal wall had to be held together with a stiff corset lest I develop a hernia. It made it damnably difficult to sleep, but at least my posture was always good. Headmaster Lucian assured me that it would only be a temporary measure, for he and his best mages were working diligently to...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 19

ELENA “Oh fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck put me down, put me down!” I screamed, peeking over Yavara’s elbow at the thousands of feet of nothing between me and the ground. “Is that Castle Thorum off in the distance?” Yavara mused, “I think I see the Spearhead Mountains, but I can’t quite tell. Maybe we should go higher?” “I’ll kill you! I swear to god I’ll do it!” Yavara laughed, her black hair billowing in the wind. “You know, from this high up the landscape looks kind of curved, do you see...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 35

Adrianna’s Story synopsis Adrianna employs her skills as a commander to rule over the wild population of tribespeople and Ardeni immigrants. She earns their respect through a brutal show of force, and in turn, proves to the other hybrids that she is capable of being governess, even if she reluctant to do so. There are seven other hybrids that Yavara changed. The women turned hermaphrodites are: Eva Alecia, Furia Agustinia, Alexa Jenania, and Kiera Lestria; the men turned women are: Faltia...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 62

YAVARA I struggled to sit upright in my throne as the priest before me droned on and on about the Holy Mother bestowing me with my right to rule. The seats before me were filled with hundreds of minor nobles and rich merchants, for there were no representatives of the Noble Court to witness me anymore. Perhaps it had become much less dangerous to be queen of the Highlands, but it also had become much less prestigious. To make up for the lack of nobility, I decided to conduct the ceremony in...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty-Three LEVERIA “…do you see that?” A nasally voice cut through the darkness. The darkness had been pure bliss, a blanket of nothing to drape over my mind, gently dulling the cruel light of life. The voice was an interloper, a screeching rooster at dawn’s window, rousing me unbiddenly from the deepest of slumbers. “What is that?” Another voice asked. Oh, it was a sweet sound, a songbird’s melody to announce the gentle rise of the sun, its warm rays filtering through my...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 4

Chapter Four ELENA I was more than a little disappointed that the other rangers hadn’t found Yavara’s camp. It was less than a hundred yards from the main road and parked right in a clearing, as obvious as could be. The smell of rotting orc should have at least been a solid clue. I inspected the wound, confirming by the petrified flesh that it had been made by a Nadi arrow. I traced Yavara’s tracks a few hundred more yards into the woods until I found the remains of nine more orcs. I...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 55

Chapter Fifty-Five LEVERIA I awoke to an explosion. Metal screeched, then banged, and I was suddenly hurled from my bed, and smashed into a wall. My head smacked against the stones, my teeth clicked, and whatever sleepiness remained left in my brain was shot out with a concussive thud. My blurred vision made out a pair of orange eyes, each of them bulging and trembling with wrath. “Good morning, Yavara.” I groaned. “What did you do?!” She snarled. I blinked, trying to focus my vision....

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Queen Yavara Chapter 56

YAVARA I was in the midst of a great silence. It was deafening. The world around me seemed to pulse with it, fading in and out like the cadence of waves. Blood ran from my sister’s nose and mouth, and pooled onto the hollow of her throat. Her eyes were bloodshot and dull, staring at the ceiling. She was dead, and I didn’t feel anything. There was no catharsis, nor release, nor even a settling of peace. There was just emptiness. It was then that I realized how much of me was actually her. The...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 7

Chapter Seven ELENA She looked so much like Yavara, but it wasn’t quite her. Her skin was tan, her hair black, her eyes were green, and her ears were rounded. She also was doing things that Yavara would never do. Yavara was adventurous, yes, but she wasn’t this adventurous. I watched as the woman who called herself ‘Trisha’ showed off her new pet: Prestira Rasloraca. She couldn’t be Yavara. The Yavara I knew was saving herself for a good man. The Yavara I knew spent her days practicing the...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 27

TITUS The sinking sun cast the sky in crimson, illuminating the thick fog of the marshlands in ethereal red, the helms of the Highland army barely glinting through the haze. I watched it through the silk fabric of my mask, the rest of my body submerged in a murky pool. Topographically, this part of the Highlands was not part of the ‘high lands,’ for it was flat marsh without so much as a tree stump to raise the elevation. The border was drawn after the collapse of Alkandra to ensure that no...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 50

Chapter Fifty ZANDER “Make way for the queen!” the crier yelled. One goblin rang a bell, another blared a farting trumpet, a third struck a snare with a military cadence, and the crowd roared with laughter. “Make way for the queen!” The crier yelled again. The trifecta of successive noises sounded, and the laughter and jeers answered once more. “Make way, make way, make way!” the crier yelled atop the float, zealous and gleeful with his role. He was dressed in the traditional garb of a...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 36

GORLOK The rising sun was red over the Highland Rift, casting the silhouettes of trebuchets and ballistae in a bloody hue. The morning was still, interrupted only by the annoyed cawing of a distant crow. To my left, the horde’s line stretched to the northern horizon. To my right, there was no one. The tundra grasslands gave way to pine trees, and the Highland Rift ascended into thousand-foot cliffs all the way to Castle Thorum and the Knife River. I sat atop Ginger, my prize warg, the beast...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 6

ZANDER “Yavara, it’s way too easy for me to get through that head. You need to either defend or counterattack; not try both.” Prestira lectured Yavara as the dark-elf collapsed on the floor, her chest heaving. “Can you explain to me how I’m supposed to defend against that?” Yavara gasped as she pulled herself up. “I told you, when you feel me manipulating our connection you need to block my advances. If you feel me up here,” Prestira placed her finger on her forehead, “that’s where you...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 14

LEVERIA Head-ranger Adarian knelt before me. I let him kneel for quite a while, my anger simmering silently in the throne room. “Rise.” I finally commanded, “Explain yourself, Ranger.” “My queen,” Adarian said, rising to his feet, “our attack on the Terdini tribe was repelled. Brock Terdini was not present, but we did dispatch his wife.” “I don’t give a shit about his wife!” I said angrily, “How does an elite company of rangers lose to a pack of beasts?!” Adarian paused. “You Highness,...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 22

LEVERIA The previous night had been a sleepless one. I’d sat in my office, drinking wine and contemplating the mirror before me. Its twin was hanging over Elena Straltaira. She was awake, staring up at herself, a thin rectangle of moonlight shining on her face. Though her jaw was swollen, her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was filmed with dried sweat and smeared blood, she shown like an angel to me in her lunar aura. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” She asked herself. I’d been asking...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 53

LEVERIA “Wake up, sleepy-head,” a musical voice giggled. I opened my crusted-over eyes to see the blurry image of a bronze figure standing over me. This hybrid was fully-female, and her flesh was tattooed with calligraphy and chains that wrapped her like inked bondage. The parts of her that were clothed, were clothed in leather straps that squeezed her large breasts, crossed her tummy, encircled her thighs, and ended in garters that became fishnet stockings. She wore a feathered butterfly...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 41

YAVARA Elena was straddled across my hips. My buttocks conformed perfectly into the inner portions of her thighs, and her cock nestled comfortably between them, its underside running pleasantly across my pussy and anus, teasing the receptive nerves there. Her thumbs kneaded the knotted muscles of my back, turning them into gelatinous mush that flowed warmly beneath the flesh. Her hair tickled my face, as it was cast over one side of her head so that she could plant delicate kisses upon the...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 39

BROCK “…I don’t know what is custom for Highlanders, or royalty, but in the tribes—in the Terdini anyway—well, the Protaki as well, and those of the Northern Pines… goddamn it.” I growled to myself, took a deep breath, and tried again. “My queen, Yavara. I know that I am unworthy… no, confidence, Brock. Yavara—too informal? Confidence. Yavara…” I assessed the area around me, then brushed some of the dirt away from the floor of my tent, and got to one knee. “Yavara, I don’t know what is...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 49

ADRIANNA The woman’s name was ‘Hannah,’ and she was a scout in Esmerelda Giana’s rebellion. The force was made up primarily of women and the elderly, which had undoubtedly been laughable to the nobles of the Feractianas province when they’d first heard of it. They weren’t laughing anymore. Esmerelda’s army had swallowed entire swaths of the southern Highlands, moving untouched through estates that would’ve been armed to the teeth in peacetime. If the gentry of Feractianas had thought that an...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 45

Chapter Forty-Five ADRIANNA It had taken Furia and I a lot less time to get back to Alkandra. We didn’t bother going through the mines since Arbor had already caught us, so it took just two days in our swift vampire forms before we saw the candle-lit skyline of Alkandra between the trees. We transformed back to our elven forms, donned our stately robes, and rubbed the wrinkles out of them. I peered out from the tree line, and looked both ways. The agrarian fields were empty, the last...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 58

CERTIOK The city was in chaos. People ran to and froe, shouting and screaming. No longer did the wide boulevards of Alkandra feel like a beast utopia, but like the walls of a cage. Windows were frantically boarded, men and women sprinted toward the castle in various stages of undress, watchmen handed out spears and swords without a care for who grabbed them. Everyone was a soldier now, and no one was. “Go to you posts!” I yelled, and began thrusting my finger toward the docks, “Remember...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 37

BROCK “Please!” The elf scout screamed. “I don’t understand why you’re complaining,” I said as I loaded him into the trebuchet, “I’m returning you to your army.” “Hold on to this tightly, Imperial, and don’t release it too soon.” Trenok grunted, tying the parachute straps to the terrified man’s wrists. “It won’t work!” He cried. I knelt to his level, and put a compassionate hand on his shoulder. “Progress is made by silencing doubters, little imperial. All great scientists of our...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six TITUS I’d always considered myself the foremost connoisseur of humanoid creatures on Tenvalia. I’d had every kind there was to have, and indeed, I’d developed something of a food pyramid to rank them. Yes, much like grades of meat in the butcher shop, there was a hierarchy when it came to quality of species. Bottom-shelf varieties included: orc, goblin, troll, and ogre. Orcs were too salty, goblins were too lean, trolls were too tough, and ogres were downright disgusting....

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Queen Yavara Chapter 3

ELENA I kneeled in the great hall of Castle Bentius, King and Queen Tiadoa staring down at me from their white thrones. Princess Leveria Tiadoa sat at a lower throne next her father, not even trying to mask her contempt. I suspected she was quite glad of Yavara’s disappearance. Were it not for my ranger training, I might’ve jumped the bitch. “You may rise, Ranger Straltaira.” King Clartias Tiadoa spoke. I stood up and looked up at the king of the Highlands. “Do you know why you have...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen ELENA “Spin around, Opal, show Sherok your new tat.” I said to my favorite slave as the tattooist finished his work. “Master’s Little Anal Slut, that’s classy Elena.” Sherok laughed as Opal shimmied her hips, the fresh ink contrasting her pale backside. “Well, Opal’s such a classy little girl, aren’t you?” I grinned, filling my hand with her supple ass. Opal’s tail curled upward in arousal, exposing her holes. “Not now, Opal.” I said, running a finger down her taint,...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 38

BROCK “Loose!” I roared, and a hundred siege engines released at once, sending great boulders into the air. Those that were launched from the trebuchets tumbled as they arced, those that were launched from the catapults flew unspinning upon a line-drive path. The trebuchet boulders rained into Mid Fort, and the catapult boulders smashed into its walls, caving in the final few lengths of its eastern-facing side, revealing the inner sanctum, the citadel, and the high tower. Debris blasted in...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 48

YAVARA Torturing Leveria wasn’t pleasing to me; it wasn’t even satisfying. When her shrieks of agony split the air, and she writhed in the perdition of her flesh, there was no joy in me; there wasn’t even a fury like there’d been when I did my work on Adarian. There was only anguish now, and the more Leveria suffered, the more I did as well, but within the depths of my own darkness, in my anguish that danced with her agony, I found some measure of release, and that release gave me a moment of...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 5

ELENA The name ‘Prestira Rasloraca’ was familiar to me, and since my worldly news came in the form of barracks gossip, that meant she was probably a big deal. Upon further investigation, I learned that Miss Rasloraca had been First Mage of the Ardeni University for fifty years, which was no small feat. After that, she’d served as Arcane Master under the late Rondar Dreus, the previous regent of the Lowlands, of which Ardeni Dreus was the capital. There were several categories of witches and...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 28

TITUS I shuffled over to Zander, every step a labor of agony. It had been two weeks since I’d sustained the wounds, but I still felt them acutely. Solar fire and Nadi wood were not things a vampire could simply recover from. It took the specialized training of the greatest wizard on Tenvalia just to get me walking again. He sat in his chair, smoking a pipe and staring out at the elven encampment three miles west. We were atop a hill, one of two hills in the entire Tundra, it seemed. The...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 1

Prologue Yavara sat upon a black throne. She closed her eyes and savored the discordant symphony of wails and moans, the drone punctuated by the clanking of chains and the cracking of whips. Exhaling contentedly, she opened her eyes. Below her laid a spectacle of depravity, churning masses of flesh oscillating to some unheard cadence, their glistening forms bathed in the crimson torchlight. The prisoners’ eyes were wide with horror, as what was being done to them was horrible, but comingled...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 24

IVANKA Tiffany and I watched from the mouth of the Broken Pass as the sun sank into the horizon, casting violet rays into the sky that faded to purple, then blue, then black. I waited until the last light faded, then I stripped my robes, and felt the cool wind caress my naked flesh. I took a deep breath of the night air, and my blood surged with a primal thrill. I pulled Tiffany into a heated kiss, tasting the avarice on her tongue, the suffusion of sexual desire and blood hunger, the need to...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty YAVARA I blasted through the roof the chieftain’s hut. I didn’t stop for their exclamations, nor to see their faces of wonder before I scorched through the sky. Prestira’s dying thoughts were echoing in my mind. They took her, she said, they took Elena! Stay with me! It’s too late. It’s all my fault; I did this. No! I thought, This was Leveria, not you! I killed Patricia, Prestira’s telepathic voice sobbed, I burned her alive. She screamed ‘why’ the whole...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 11

LEVERIA I walked to the dungeons, my footsteps echoing into the still night. The guard nodded to me and opened the iron door. He guided me by torchlight through the catacombs, the wails and shrieks of captured beasts echoing through the halls. I followed with one hand on his shoulder, carefully watching my footsteps as I navigated the uneven stairs. A familiar voice reached my ears. Mother’s sobs rang through the dark halls, each new lamentation punctuated by a whimper. Her cell was lit with...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 59

CERTIOK I was stuck somewhere between boredom and existential terror. Within the shadow of Castle Alkandra, my battlegroup of the disabled and geriatric was shielded from the raining hell of boulders and missiles. The distant cacophony created a droning thunder that echoed off the castle’s atrium, which acted as an enormous stone bandstand. We hung about the castle steps, watching the destruction unfold with grim faces. For two hours, we just sat there, and as we sat there, terror turned to...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 44

PRIVATE HESIA OF THE HIGHLAND ARMY “…I’m telling you, you’re safe if you don’t put the helmet on.” Alex said to me. We were stationed in the Crescent, a part of the Rift that bowed inward. It was the safest part of Sector Two, as the inward bow would funnel enemies into a crossfire. After being part of Droughtius’s fifth division and getting absolutely smashed at the Battle of the Tundra, it was nice to just man a wall. There’d only been one assault of the Crescent during the entire...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 30

ADRIANNA I awoke from the best sleep I’d had in recent memory. I pulled the tangled mess of hair from my face, inundating my sinuses with the sweet smell of Furia’s morning skin. She was lying on her back, her cute little snores whistling from her, her fat cock standing at full mast from her womanly thighs. What a sight to wake to. I admired it for a few minutes, watching it throb and pulse, the apex shining with a delicious layer of her frosting. But I didn’t have time to indulge myself. I...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 32

ADRIANNA There were times in my life where I stopped, considered the situation I was in, and whispered to myself, “What the fuck happened?” I was having one of those moments when I woke up that morning. The first thing I noticed, was that the gnawing in my nethers had subsided substantially. It wasn’t gone, but it was manageable. The second thing I noticed, was that I needed to take a huge shit. “Don’t.” Came a voice beside me, “I know what you’re feeling, but it will pass. You just need to...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 15

ELENA Five days ago, we burned Sherok’s body. The Terdini and Protaki stood in solemn silence as Brock set the pyre aflame. He didn’t show his sadness, but we all knew his wrath. The next day he began to whip the Protaki into fighting shape. He was brutal and merciless with the ill-trained men, often times beating them into submission when they failed. Despite his ferociousness, he was fair, or “fair” by orc standards. He fed them better than they’d ever eaten at the Bend, and let them walk...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 10

Chapter Ten ELENA One breath, then another. Adarian taught me that. ‘When you’re in the shit, and the world’s falling apart around you, just take one breath, then another. The first breath keeps you in the present, and the next brings you to the future. You’re still alive; you took the second breath. Congratulations. Now, take another.’ Of course, Adarian taught everyone that lesson. Only for most other rangers, it was meant to keep them centered in combat situations. For me, it was...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 33

PRINCE MATTHEW DREUS I surveyed the coastline, marking highpoints on my map where we could erect towers for the mirror relay. It was how my father communicated with Queen Tiadoa and Ambassador Wentz in the Highlands; a series of mirrors aimed at each other over great distances from great heights. There used to be a relay from Ardeni to Alkandra, but it had been destroyed centuries ago. I didn’t imagine we’d ever have to rebuild it, even after Yavara had revealed her identity. Alkandra was a...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 40

Chapter Forty BROCK “…put your arms forward like this,” I instructed the little imperial scout, “then, when you’re at the precipice, you want to open them like this,” I motioned my arms outward, “and you’ll just glide over the top. Did you get that?” “W-w-w-what?!” I rolled my eyes. “Practice it with me, little imperial. Ball.” I crouched and hugged my knees, “Arrow.” I shot up with my hands together overhead, “Eagle.” I finished, spreading makeshift wings. “Ball, arrow, eagle. Ball,...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 43

BROCK The Terdini village was gone. The imperials had burned it to the ground while we were away. As I stared at it, I was glad that they had. Seeing it empty when it would never be filled again would’ve probably broken me. More so than I was already broken, anyway. My feet had carried me here on muscle memory, and now they did not know where to take me. South? North? West was the Highlands, and East was the Lowlands, and I didn’t want to see either ever again. South would take me past the...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 16

PRESTIRA They tortured me all day. Hours and hours, I begged like a whore for them to make me come, but they just drove me to the brink, then stopped. They injected me with more poison when they were done, worsening the torment tenfold. I humiliated myself just for a touch; not even a fuck, but a caress, a slap, a punch. Every part of me was electrified, my nerves raging beneath the flesh, my synapses overloaded with sensation. I wasn’t Prestira anymore; I told them as much. “My name isn’t...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 21

ELENA The drip of water, the howl of wind. The cold on my naked body. One breath, then another. That was what Adarian taught me so long ago. The room was lit by a barred window. It cast a dim ray onto my body, centering my exposed belly with a square of light. I was strapped to a wooden board in my cell, my limbs stretched in a spread-eagle, open and helpless. The binds were unescapable, I knew, for I’d placed many beasts in them myself. Only for them, the worst interrogation practice had...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 29

Author’s note I decided to introduce the character of Adrianna (formerly Thomas Adarian) gradually throughout the story. At first, you only hear accounts of him, then you only see him through the eyes of other characters. It is only at the beginning chapter 20 that I let the story play through Adarian’s eyes. I wanted to give the reader the impression that his character was important, but I didn’t want to bog down the plot by introducing him early in the story when so many characters –Yavara,...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 46

YAVARA It was two in the morning when Zander shook me awake. “What?” I groaned. “King Dreus is calling you.” “You think he’ll break this time?” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and sat up. “I think he’s ready.” I sighed. “Make me look pretty, Zander.” He cast a spell, and my disheveled appearance righted itself, makeup was applied to my face, and my eyes were cleared of redness. I threw on yesterday’s clothes, walked over to the mirror, and palmed the glass. “Yes, You Highness?”...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 31

ADRIANNA I felt like I was being eaten from the inside. Something had been gnawing within my nethers, and it had only gotten worse with time. As the days went, my thoughts became muddled, my vision became hazy, tinged violet at the edges. My nipples were hard and taut, aching with fullness. My belly had constant butterflies, nearly nauseating. My flesh teemed, hot to the touch, yet goosebumps came at a moment’s notice. Feminine salvia dripped from my lower mouth and wetted my thighs. It was...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 51

ELENA When I awoke, my heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I could feel it in my throat. What had I been dreaming of? Nothing. That timeless void, that empty space in my memory that existed between my fall from the tower, and my rebirth in Jonias’s catacombs. A chill crawled through me, though I was sweating bullets. I curled into the bedding, and suppressed a horrible sob. “Can’t sleep?” came a whisper from the darkness. In that moment, I wouldn’t have cared if the devil himself...

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Queen Yavara Chapter 42

FIELD MARSHAL SHORDIAN I was groggy the next morning. Battle always took its toll the night afterward, when adrenaline and terror had eased from my body, and pain took up residence in their wake. I stepped from the citadel, and out onto the ruins of Mid Fort. Usually, I would have to take a few downward steps before crossing the threshold to the courtyard. Not today. The bodies were piled five-feet-high, and even higher along the walls. Thousands were dead in this small spot, no larger than...

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