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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 create a brand-new set of muscles and organs to replace the damaged ones. Magical healing was easiest when the damaged parts could be reconnected, difficult when the parts had to be regrown, and nearly impossible when the parts had to be made anew. I would be patient. I had learned to be very patient. Elena was busy being queen of the Highlands, and with all the chaos proceeding the events at Alkandra and the horrors that had befallen Bentius, she couldn’t make much time to visit me in my hospital bed. So, I spent most of my time lying around, reading books, and oh yeah, plotting her downfall.

“This… this is… this is some fucking bullshit.” Elena muttered, staring around the room. She seemed more shocked than angry. Four people surrounded her in the royal office: me, Headmaster Lucian, Secretary Hannah Xantian, and of course, Lady Lydia Straltaira.

“No,” I giggled, “it’s a coup.”

“Coup is too strong a term.” Lydia said kindly, “No, Sweetie, this is a… a correction. You did an excellent job placeholding for Yavara, and now that she is well, she can take her rightful place as queen.”

Elena blinked at her mother. “How in the fuck did she get to you?”

“I’ve always been a staunch supporter of the traditional—”

“How did she get to you?!”

“Your mother visited me in the hospital every day.” I grinned, “She was always bringing me sweets and flowers, and since you were so busy being queen, she needed someone to talk to. Who knew she could be so talkative? Especially after a few glasses of merlot. Oh, she just talked, and talked, and talked…”

“She knows, Sweetie.” Lydia swallowed, and smiled embarrassedly, “She uh… she knows everything.”

“Elena, Elena, Elena…” I tittered, “I thought I was the queen of depravity, but you… oh, you!”

Elena turned a deep shade of red. “Ok, I’m fucking my mom! So what?! Leveria fucked her dad—it was an open secret—and she got to keep her crown!”

“Yes, but Leveria didn’t have rebel leaders serving in her cabinet.” I said, and patted ‘Hannah’ on the shoulder.



Elena blinked. “Yavara, that’s Hannah Xantian. My mother rescued her from the noble wing after the attack on the castle.”

“Hannah Xantian died two years ago,” I chuckled, and held out Esmerelda Giana’s hands, “do those look like the paws of a noblewoman?”

“She’s the secretary of agriculture!”

“She’s a farmer, Elena.” I smiled.

Elena turned to her mother. “Mom, please tell me this isn’t… holy shit, it’s true, isn’t it?”

Lydia shrugged, looking as guilty as could be. “I might’ve told a little fib.”

“Told a little fib?!” Elena yelled, “You were harboring a fucking fugitive in my own court?!

“I was afraid you’d be mad at her!”

“SHE LAUNCHED AN ATTACK UPON THE GATES OF BENTIUS!”

“Well, she’s my friend now.” Lydia put a protective arm around Esmerelda, “She was the only one keeping me company while you all were out playing war. Besides, the rebel’s sacrifices are the only reason Bentius stands at all today.”



“They’re also the only reason there was an attack in the first place!” Elena growled, “Lucian, arrest her!”

The headmaster let out a pitiable sigh. “I am sorry, my lady.”

Elena looked back at him, aghast. “You too?!”

“I am a defender of traditionalism, my lady.” He said, and gestured to me, “Yavara Tiadoa has a right you cannot revoke. Besides that,” he released his perception spell, and Elena’s veil of white skin faded to reveal her true bronze, “I am getting very tired of keeping up appearances all day.”

Her jaw twitched. “Where is Field Marshal Krakis?”

“He left for the Rift yesterday.” I said, “I don’t know why you thought he’d stick around after you called off the engagement. Besides, ever since you defaulted on paying our soldiers, the army hasn’t mattered for much. Thanks for falling on that sword, by the way; it’ll make my reign much easier.”

“You mean your sister’s reign!”

“I don’t know where you got that notion, Elena. Leveria is decades away from vying against the Highlands on open terrain, and besides, she’s so locked-up with the going-ons of the Lowlands and Alkandra that she doesn’t have time to scheme against me.”

“She’s always scheming, you dumb twat!” Elena snarled, “I spent months going up against her in the Noble Court, and I beat her! All you did was lose a fucking war to her!”

“Well, since you have such great experience, I’ll be appointing you to be my ambassador to Alkandra.” I winked, “Just like old times, eh, Ambassador?”

Elena was fuming so much that I could practically see steam rising from her head. “Is that all you will require of me, Your Highness?”

“Promise that you’ll forgive me?” I asked with the cutest little smile I could muster on my cute little face.

Elena stood up, and returned my smile with the meanest death-glare she could muster. She marched past me without a word, and threw her crown on the floor after her.

“She never liked ruling anyway,” Lydia said, patting me reassuring me on the shoulder, “she only did it out of a sense of duty. She’ll forgive you in time.”

“I know she will,” I sighed, “but she’ll make me pay very dearly for it first.”

LEVERIA

I was standing in the newly-made war-room of Castle Alkandra, and frowning at the map of Tenvalia. Once the dwarves had found out who the new ruler of Alkandra was, they sent seven-hundred carts laden with tribute just to apologize for all the trouble they’d caused me as queen of the Highlands. I didn’t forgive them. After I was done getting all of the Lowland governors in line, I was going to marshal their navy and sack every dwarven port along the Bearded Peaks until the greedy little bastards were crying golden tears onto my feet. I’d publicly execute a few of their rulers, take a few of the young royal men and women for my harem, and begin the arduous process of turning the mountain people into my vassals. The process involved three steps: first, conquer the territory; second, establish a new ruling order; and third, impregnate enough royal sluts that my bloodlines would infect theirs for a thousand generations.

I rubbed my pregnancy bulge, and smiled to myself. I had learned much about myself after my first trip to the Lowlands, the most interesting of which was that my sperm was very, very potent, and much like an incubus, it could fertilize any womb. Once Arthur was done galivanting around with me on his arm, I got to work killing all possible male heirs to the Lowland throne. It would’ve been rather obvious if they died sequentially, so the whole Dreus family (including my poor husband) perished dreadfully at once when their luxury yacht was sunk by “dwarven mercenaries.” How conveniently tragic for me. After much public mourning and funerals, I got to work riling up the stupid populace into such a frenzy that all the governors unanimously agreed to go to war. After that, I went about impregnating all the widowed noblewomen of the Lowlands until my seed was spread to every corner of the kingdom. Nothing got rich sluts worked up quite like fashionable grief. All across the eastern seaboard of Tenvalia, my little dark-elf babies were growing little dark-elf arms and little dark-elf legs in the swollen little bellies of hundreds of women. My new magical headmaster had informed me that all of my children would be hermaphroditic like me, capable of bearing the seed of any race, and giving their seed to any race. Each one was a little dark-elf factory, and in less than two decades, production would begin to crank up.

“Any word from Ambassadors Furia or Soraya?” I asked Certiok.

“They’ve established their contacts in Balamora. Terondia and Drastin are both very anxious to trade with us.”

“As they should be.” I muttered, eyeing my internal trade routes, “I’m sucking the Lowlands dry to prop this place up. Speaking of which… Tiffany!” I called over my shoulder.

The dungeon trapdoor opened, and a symphony of orgasmic wails filled the room. Tiffany, the matriarch vampire and my blood-mother, poked her head out of the opening. “Yes?” She asked, her expression conveying a mixture of annoyance that I’d interrupted her, and hope that I’d join her.

“I’m hungry. Any virgins down there?” I asked.

She looked over her shoulder. “Uh… define ‘virgin.’”

“No p-p in v-v.”

“What about p-p in b-b?”

“The poop-hole loophole does not apply in Alkandra.”

“Well, that really narrows down your options. How fresh do you want your lunch?”

“Don’t tell me you spoiled them all already! I just brought this batch from Ardeni two days ago!”

“Fine,” she sighed, “Lucy, get up here!”

A moment later, a slender teenage human girl with red hair was tossed from the trapdoor. When her big green eyes fell upon me, she simultaneously recoiled in terror and blushed in awe. Ah, virgins.

“Come here, girl, don’t be a stranger.” I smiled, and beckoned her over. I enjoyed the way she timidly got to her feet, and I savored every little nervous glance and apprehensive footfall that led her into my range. Once there, I grabbed her, transformed into my vampiric self, and sank my fangs into her throat. She cried out and withered into my arms, and I drank her sweet virgin blood until I was satisfied. I always kept my predatory alter-ego very well-fed, mostly because I enjoyed the raw primal power of being her, but also because maintaining control of myself was paramount. Once I was done with the girl, I transformed back, and smiled at her. She was drooling from a gaping smile, her green eyes unfocused in a haze of lust. I ran my hand down her modest breasts and flat belly, then snaked my fingers between her slender little legs, and caressed her there. She crooned and whined, undulating mindlessly to my expert touch, staring at me with comingled virgin apprehension and carnal desperation.

“I think I’ll save you for later.” I grinned against her unkissed lips, “My bedroom’s behind that door over there. Go find yourself an outfit from my closet, then… handcuff yourself to the bedpost so that you’re bent over,” I slid my hand all the way through her pelvic floor until my fingers divided her plump little crack, “I think I’ll take all of your virginity tonight, Lucy. Every, little, hole.”

The poor girl was so wet that I wondered if I’d have to get her a glass of water. She blubbered something, then walked drunkenly to my door, opened it, and closed it behind her.

“Your Highness,” Headmaster Dog Meat prompted. After Zander Fredeon was laid to rest, I was in need of a new magic consultant. Enter: Dog Meat, the sexually-mutilated and warped high-elf with wide eyes and a very strange sense of optimism. She was perfect. I could do things to her that I hadn’t even dreamed of. Firstly, her lack of legs made her incredibly easy to fuck. I could spin that crazy bitch like a fucking helicopter on my dick until she was squirting in a circle. Of course, she transformed into a hybrid right after that, which meant she grew arms and legs and a fat little cock. No more stump wiggling for her. Now she was a stunning statuesque beauty covered in obscene tattoos. She actually offered to let me saw her legs off again—that beautiful crazy bitch—but I declined. For now.

“Yes, Dog Meat?” I asked her.

“You have a portal request from Bentius.” Dog Meat studied the portal she’d spent the last month building, “Looks like one female and one male. Wait, never mind,” she smiled at me, “it’s actually just one person.”

I felt a knot of anxiety form in my throat.

Dog Meat inclined her head toward the bedroom door, “Should I kick Lucy out?”

“Yes—no—or… shit. Goddamn it, where the fuck is my mirror?!”

Certiok giggled. “D’aw, does someone need to get all preened up for her little playdate?”

“I’ve killed better cunts than you for less, orc!” I snapped at her.

She stuck her tongue out at me, completely unfazed. I hurriedly did up my hair, reapplied a sheen of black lipstick, perfumed my tits to get the smell of slut off them, and rinsed out my mouth to get the taste of cock out of it. Yes, I still liked penis, and there were a hundred Adonis vampires just a whistle away. I’d already thanked the surviving male orcs for their service the best way I could, and I was working on getting limber enough for ogres and centaurs. I knew from experience in my old body that I could take them, but… baby steps. What Yavara never realized in her gluttonous debauchery was that patience and control were paramount. Getting ferociously gangbanged by twenty wild beasts was a fun little time, but if it wasn’t done in moderation, then people just thought you were a hopeless slut (guilty), and then you’d have to kill a few arrogant pricks just to remind everyone who the Dark Queen was (also guilty).

“Ok,” I said when I was satisfied, “let her in.”

There was a flash of green light, and Queen Elena Straltaira was standing before me. She was wearing one of my old red satin dresses with the plunging neckline, her hair was done up in a traditional Highland do, and her bronze flesh was ornamented in golden arm cuffs, sparkling bracelets and diamond necklaces. She wore it all with such effortlessness, like the riches that adorned her were fortunate enough to be in contact with something as rare and precious as she. God, I’d forgotten how beautiful she was. Sometime in the wonderful months preceding my transformation, the very definition of beauty had become ‘Elena.’

ELENA

God, I forgot how fucking hot Leveria had become. Her features had always been sharp and refined, the textbook appearance of elven royalty, but masked with dark bronze flesh and maned with jet-black hair, she looked like the devil herself. Her soft noblewoman’s body was now sleek and sculpted with muscle, contouring her succulent feminine bulges with shadows and beautiful lines. Her body was crisscrossed in leather bondage straps that formed an ‘x’ about her squished-together tits, another ‘x’ about her toned abdomen, and another that intersected her crotch, which was adorned with her silvery codpiece. Fishnet stocking wrapped her thick juicy thighs, and stiletto high-heels elevated her from the floor. She was sex personified in a way even Yavara never was. Vulgar and intimidating, perverse and graceful, deadly and lustful, she was the perfect Dark Queen.

“Queen Straltaira, how good of you to join us,” she said casually, leaning against a table that displayed a massive map of Tenvalia, “Certiok and I were just plotting how to take over the world. Hmm… your arrival reminds me; we seem to have overlooked the Highland Kingdom. Ah, but it’s become so insignificant. No wonder I forgot about it.”

I couldn’t help but notice that various chess pieces were strewn about the map. Dark chess pieces covered all of Alkandra and most of the Lowlands, and a few dark pawns were settling into the Bearded peaks. She had grey pieces representing the dwarves and Lowlanders not loyal to her, and white pieces representing the Highland actors. She didn’t try to hide the numerous dark pawns and bishops occupying Highland territory. In fact, she smiled a little when I noticed.

“We had a deal, Leveria.” I growled, “You promised to keep your meddling little fingers out of my country!”

She raised a wicked brow. “Didn’t I just say I forgot about you?”

I rolled my eyes. “Is that why you’re isolating us? The Lowlands won’t trade with us, the Bearded Peaks stopped answering our calls, and all our trades ships seem to be getting intercepted by pirates. We have an abundance of natural resources we want to sell for cheap because we’re drowning in debt, but for some fucking reason, no one wants to buy!”

“What an unfortunate set of circumstances,” Leveria sighed, “being a queen is hard, Your Highness.” She held up a document and grinned at me, “But with just a little signature here, I can make it much, much easier for you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Didn’t you just say you needed customers?”

“I’m not letting you buy my country!”

“You’d still get to be queen! You wouldn’t even be a vassal! You could still write all your own laws, and you could still control your own army. I would just own all the land, industry, and technology, but that’s it!”

“Oh, that’s it?!”

“Mercantilism is the new imperialism, baby.” Leveria tittered, “Wars are so last year. Well, they’re also this year too, but you get the idea. Come on, Elena,” she wiggled the paper, “it’s a very generous offer.”

“I couldn’t sign it if I wanted to.”

Leveria sneered. “I wondered how long it would take for my little sister to oust you.”

“Because it was your plan all along, you conniving cunt.”

“No, because Yavara is more ambitious than you are. Yes, you play the game better than she does, but you play it at an insurmountable disadvantage. Firstly, you’re half dark; secondly, you’re behind her in the line of succession; and thirdly and most importantly, you’re a pacifist. Despite all their pageantry and faux-sophistication, Highlanders are barbaric war-hawks to the core. It was something you never understood even when the entire Noble Court was against you. The nobles weren’t for war because they wanted to kill the Dark Queen—not really, anyway. The nobles just wanted to go to war because war is what Highlanders do. That’s why we never conquered the Great Forest even after Alkandra fell, because a perpetual state of war was just more fun. It’s why Yavara took your throne even though she once waged war against her own people, because at least she was willing to wage war, and you weren’t.”

I scowled at her. “You have a very cynical viewpoint of the Highlands.”

“I have a realistic viewpoint, my dear Elena. You have an idealistic view, and that was why Yavara beat you.” Leveria moved her hand over the map of Tenvalia, and watched me as she grabbed the white queen, exchanged it for a rook, then moved that rook over to Alkandra. “And now here you are as Yavara’s ambassador, I presume. Her trusted rook. A straight-shooter who never veers from the righteous path.” She ***********ed a dark pawn from her bucket, and placed it atop Bentius.



“And Yavara’s your pawn?”

“No, Elena,” she smiled, “that pawn represents opportunity.”

I rolled my eyes. “Because one day it might turn into a queen?”

“Exactly. Though we both know there is no ‘might’ about it. It will, because Yavara will inevitably launch an attack against me, and I will inevitably crush her. Then…” she pulled a dark queen from the bucket of pieces, exchanged my white rook with another dark queen from the bucket, and placed them all in Alkandra next to the dark queen that represented her, “…we can all finally play together.”

“A fantasy.”

“It is for now,” she smiled at me, “but it’s funny how my dreams always seem to come true.” She gestured toward me, “Case and point.”

I sneered. “I bet you thought that was a panty-dropper.”

She narrowed her blazing eyes at me, and smirked. “I can see very plainly that you’re not wearing any panties, Elena.”

It almost worked. I could stay the compulsion to kick off my heels and crawl over to her, but I couldn’t hide my arousal. I was hard as a rock, and pressed painfully against my dress. Leveria drew her eyes down my body, stared at my crotch, and cocked her head with a little smile. Then her eyes drew up to me, and she licked her lips.

“I’ll just…” I muttered, suddenly unable to remember basic words, “I need… I need to sleep now, Your Highness. In the guest room.”

“Of course,” she purred, “but we don’t have a guest chamber, Ambassador. It’s your room. Make yourself at home.”

“This isn’t my home!” I said fiercely, unsure why I was so flustered.

Leveria just smiled, and waved her hand. “Dog Meat, please show the ambassador to her quarters.”

A beautiful hybrid covered in tattoos and dressed in masochistic bondage stepped before me, and offered me her hand with a wide smile.

“Dog Meat?” I gasped.

She wiggled her arms, and giggled. “That’s me!” She took my hand in hers, and led me out of the war-room, up a single flight of stairs, and into a bedroom the likes of which I’d never seen before. Most of the room was occupied by an enormous bed, and within that bed were piles of pillows, heaps of clothes, and more sex toys than I could conceive of.

“The old hybrids used to live here.” Dog Meat said, “Can you imagine what it must’ve been like?” She paced around the room, and ran her fingers through the silken sheets, “If this bed could talk, imagine the stories it would tell. It’s a shame that it’s been empty for so long.”

“Where do you sleep then?”

“Over there,” Dog Meat pointed to a large dog kennel in the corner, then grinned back at me, “but I’d be willing to sleep like a person if you’d be willing to snuggle.”

“No thank you.”

“No thank you?” Dog Meat giggled incredulously, and turned until we were face to face. “Elena Straltaira, when did you become such a nun?”

“You don’t know me.”

“But I’ve heard so many stories.” She hissed, and drew her tender fingers up my arm, “The queen never stops talking about you. She even cries out your name sometimes on the rare occasions she lets me use my cock on her. Then I have to hold her while she weeps.” Dog Meat giggled mischievously, and put her finger over her lips, “Don’t tell her I told you that, or she’ll cut my limbs off! It’ll be our little secret. Sisters should keep each other’s secrets.”

“Sisters?”

“Isn’t that what we are?” She whispered, her fingers moving up my neck, touching my jaw, “The hybrids that were made by Yavara are all gone. A new sisterhood is forming, and you and I are its first members.”

“I was made by Yavara.”

She smiled. “Were you, Elena? Were you really? Perhaps she transformed you, but it was someone else who made you.” Her fingers snaked into my hair, and framed my head so delicately. “Won’t you lie with me, sister?” She whispered so sweetly.

I couldn’t help myself. After three months of fucking no one else but my mother, I needed some variety. Besides, I’d never fucked someone else like me before, and considering the rave reviews I got from my partners, I would be denying myself by denying Dog Meat. I could trust her. She was my sister, after all.

YAVARA

It had been three months since I had performed my soft coup on Elena, and I was just getting around to my coronation ceremony. It would be tomorrow after the planting festival, when Bentius would be filled with farmers and city-folk alike. I wanted to get it over with much sooner, but being the queen of a crippled nation left no time for ceremony.

Firstly, I had to get my new organs surgically stuffed back into me, and the healing process left me bedridden for six weeks. While my body began the arduous task of accepting and incorporating my new organs, I directed the country from the royal bedroom. The economy was a shitshow, the army was deserting left and right, the reconstruction of Bentius was taking a painfully long time, and the planting season was poor. We needed trade, which meant we needed to find someone willing to trade with us. It took the royal mages ten weeks to rebuild the Jonian Spire, but when I turned on my new international mirror, I found very few people willing to talk to me. The governors of the Lowlands wouldn’t answer my calls, the lords of the Bearded Peaks ignored me, and though the Balamora nations at least picked up their mirrors, trade and diplomacy were off the table. Leveria was trying to bleed me dry. Elena had told me as much.

My newly-appointed ambassador had been conspicuously absent for quite some time. She didn’t show up for the first week, which was expected; Elena was a notorious pouter. She came back the week after, and made a point of being very stiff with me. She only referred to me as ‘Your Highness,’ which she knew I hated. If it weren’t for Lydia and Esmerelda, I would’ve felt like the Dark Queen all over again; disconnected and isolated. The three of us spent every night together in my bed. At first, they’d only been there to help me while I rehabilitated, but as we became more and more familiar with each other, our inhibitions faded until we finally just fucked in a raucous vampiric threesome. Lydia was my new blood mother. I daresay the royal guards got an earful.

Though Elena’s mother and the rebel leader both developed into very potent lovers under my lustful tutelage, I still wasn’t sexually satisfied. Both were submissive lovers, and neither had the one thing I really, really needed. And though there were thousands of suitable bachelors in Bentius, I couldn’t just snag one off the streets and bring him to my bed like I did when I was in Alkandra. If anyone found out, it would destroy my reputation, and my reputation was held together by tape and staples as it was. My retransformation was considered my rebirth, and all deeds I’d committed as the Dark Queen were considered void, but there was no denying that I had done them. One misstep might see me dragged out to the guillotine by an angry mob. I had to be perfect. I was considered a virgin once more after my retransformation, and I had to find a suitable husband to break my chastity; only then would I get my fix, because Elena wasn’t putting out.

“I will let you do literally anything to me!” I hissed as we walked down the corridors of Castle Bentius. I had to wear dense and ballooning traditional garb, but Elena sauntered around the castle in a sleek little outfit that hid absolutely nothing.

Elena shuffled through her papers, and said, “As I was saying, the trade ships from the summer isles—"

“Don’t you fucking blow me off!”

“—were intercepted by Alkandran mercenaries. Leveria of course denies any involvement. If we bring this up to—”

“Elena!”

She turned to me, and raised her blonde brows. “Yes, Your Highness?”

I rolled my eyes. “When are you going to stop this nonsense?”

“Not having sex with you is ‘nonsense?’”

“We haven’t even kissed!” I ran my hands through my hair, and sighed. “Are you going to keep stringing me along forever? You’ve been walking around the castle dressed like a stripper, and I know it’s not because that outfit is comfortable.”

“It’s certainly more comfortable than that outfit.”

“I mean it, Elena.” I muttered, inching closer to her, “When are you going to forgive me?”

“I’m not punishing you.”

“Then why are you being so cold to me?” I asked, getting scandalously close to her in a public setting.

She looked steadily into my eyes, and didn’t answer.

“Are we…” I swallowed, “are we… done?”

She continued to hold my gaze for an agonizingly long time, then broke it with a sigh. “No, Yavara, we’re not done. I’m still in love with you, and I want to be with you, but…”

“…you love Leveria more.” I answered with a defeated whimper.

“I haven’t touched her.”

“Bullshit.” I sniffled, “You’re with her almost every night.”

“It’s true, Yavara.” Elena said with conviction, “I love you both, but I won’t touch either of you.”

“Why?”

She just smiled. “For the Highlands, of course.”

ELENA

I had told Yavara the truth about me and Leveria, but not the whole truth. Yes, I had remained chaste with Leveria, but it wasn’t some great struggle. Unlike Yavara who threw herself at me many times in a day, Leveria was nothing to me but cordial. Most of our conversations outside the war-room were just pleasant small talk, generally about the progress of Alkandra’s reconstruction, or perhaps lighthearted recollections of the past fun we had. There was a strange undertone to it all that disturbed me; I couldn’t help but feel that she was manipulating me, but I didn’t know how.

Alkandra was strikingly quiet these days. The thousands of now-orphaned beast children were being raised in Ardeni by surrogate parents, so there were only a few thousand people living in Alkandra proper, and most of them were Ardeni construction workers who camped outside. The castle had five-hundred residents, half of which were vampires who lived in the dungeon, and the other half were the scant beast survivors of the Lowland attack. The guest wing of the building was almost as populated as the residential wing, for foreign investors and dignitaries were flooding the docks.

Despite the carnage Alkandra had endured, Leveria still maintained its reputation as a place for sinful delights. On more than one occasion while walking down the hallway, I caught her through an open door. It was on such occasions that I felt like the scared little ranger I had been in Prestira Rasloraca’s bar, watching disbelievingly as Yavara did things I never thought I’d see her do. Only Leveria was worse. Through the cracked-open bedroom door, I saw the Dark Queen in all her sexual savagery and avarice. She took a dozen men at a time, and somehow dominated them all. She fucked her lovers with hatred—men and women alike—pounding into their tender orifices until they were simultaneously sobbing for mercy and joy. The snarl she bore upon her face was a display of malice and delight, and the violent motions of her beautiful body were somehow more graceful than a dancer’s. She was as terrible as she was desirable, as abusive as she was tender, as hateful as she was loving. An angel. A devil. I couldn’t look away. I would watch her from the dark hallway, and I would masturbate furiously. And inevitably, she would subtly break from the debauchery in such a way that no one else noticed, turn her face toward the door, and wink at me. But that was all. She never invited me in, though I knew I was welcome. The depravity of Alkandra was welcome to me behind every door—whether it be vampires, succubi, incubi, or revelers from far away countries—but I never partook. I only sated myself with Dog Meat, and only in the dead of night.

Leveria and I maintained this tenuous distance for three months. It was only when we were locked in the heated debate of the war-room that our armor fell away. It was just like old times in the Noble Court. She was as vicious and clever as she ever was, and even more daring than before, and I had to parry endlessly just to keep up. Without the rest of the nobles to play off of, it was just her and me, and that was no match at all. After hours of defensive maneuvering, we would leave the war-room together, and recommence our subdued relationship as ambassador and queen.

“We finally got all the rubble pushed into the sea.” Leveria said, gesturing across the burgeoning city. Everything Adrianna had built was gone, wiped clean from the surface of the earth, leaving only the foundations. “I think I’ll build an even bigger arena when the trolls from Ardeni get here. If there’s one thing I know about ruling beasts, it’s that an arena is an absolute necessity.”

“I’m sorry you had to endure that.”

“It wasn’t your fault. Hell, it wasn’t even Yavara’s.” Leveria chuckled to herself, “I don’t even blame myself, actually. I guess all that horror was just… Alkandra calling me home. I wish you’d seen it. I was magnificent.”

“I would never watch that.”

“I’m sure the idea is abhorrent to you, but I guarantee you wouldn’t have been able to look away.”

“Not everyone is as fucked up as you.”

“No, but you’re pretty close.” She winked congenially at me, “Dog Meat doesn’t keep secrets well from either of us.”

“She’s got a mouth on her,” I mumbled into my wine glass, “and she sure knows how to use it.”

“I’m glad you two are getting along. If there’s anything Yavara did right as the queen, it was establishing a ruling elite.”

“I’m an ambassador, not your citizen.”

She wiggled her fingers. “Viola! You now have dual citizenship.”

“This isn’t my home, Leveria. It never will be.”

“It grows on you; give it time.” Leveria inhaled the spring air deeply, and let out a smiling breath. “I have such grand designs for this place, Elena. Within ten years, you won’t be able to see the city limits from here; they will stretch to the horizon. I won’t be able to control everything then. Hell, I’m having a hard time of it now. Between managing the Lowlands and conquering the Bearded Peaks, I find myself being stretched thinner every day.”

“Get to the point.”

She smirked at me. “I was about to ask you to be my ambassador to the Highlands.”

I snorted.

“I’m not joking.”

“I know, and I’m not accepting.”

“You wouldn’t have to change anything.” Leveria said, pulling out a cigarette, “I know you’re a Highland loyalist through-and-through. You’d just have to… consider both perspectives.”

“No.”

“You wouldn’t have to stop being Yavara’s ambassador either. You’d just—”

“No, Leveria.” I said firmly.

Leveria turned to me, the mask of congeniality gone from her face. “We haven’t talked about what happened that day in the tower.”

“Which day in the tower?”

“Both days, actually.”

I shifted uncomfortably. “There’s nothing that needs to be said.”

“I’d say there is.” Leveria twisted her fingers together, “I uh… I know what it’s like.”

“What?”

“Death.” She stared fixedly at her entwined fingers, “Before Yavara transformed me, she blew my brains out. For about a minute there… I don’t know… there wasn’t anything. I never believed in God, but I… I always thought there had to be… something.”

“Maybe there is. Maybe we’re just not part of it.”

“Maybe…” She mumbled. Her eyes flitted up to mine, “When you saw that I was alive, what did you feel?”

“A lot of things.”

She laughed. “Yeah… me too. I guess a lot happened between us while we weren’t there. Funny how that works.”

“Yeah...”

She twisted her fingers into such knots that they were white around the knuckles. “The first day in the tower, you died for me. The second day in the tower, you tried to kill me. You really tried to kill me.”

“I did.”

“You said you loved me.”

“I still do.”

“But…” her brow furrowed, and tears formed in her orange eyes, “you’ve been there, Elena, you knew what it was like beyond, and you still… you still…”

“It tore me to pieces, Leveria, is that what you want to hear?” I growled, “Because you won’t get an apology from me.”

She shook her head, and pursed her lips around her cigarette. After letting out a cloud of smoke, she said, “I don’t want an apology from you, Elena. Not ever.”

“Then what do you want?”

She tilted her head, and considered the western horizon. “Before you fell from that tower, you were the link between Yavara and me. We hated each other, but you gave us a strange commonality. Now, you are the reason we’re driven apart. If you had died that day in Bentius, Yavara and I would’ve fallen in love.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Something you can’t understand,” Leveria muttered. “I believe with all my heart that you were a gift sent to me by… whatever force works in the world. You were my deliverer to this place—to myself. Now I’m here, and you are lost.”

“You’re delusional.”

“No, you are.” Leveria looked steadily at me, “All your life, you were an outcast, but you tried so hard to fit into an idea of yourself. You joined the rangers. You swore oaths. You made yourself believe that you were the person you wanted to be. A patriot. A defender of your nation. But if you truly loved your country, then why did you commit the rest of your life to Castle Thorum and the Great Forest? Rangers weren’t patriots; they were criminals and pariahs. That was why it was so easy for them to betray the Highlands after Yavara transformed them.”

“Fuck you.”

“I am a pathological liar, but I’m honest with myself. You’ve been telling yourself a lie all your life. You are not a Highlander, Elena. You never were. Neither was Yavara, for that matter. I was the only one of the three of us who truly understood what the Highland kingdom is, and even when I was the queen of it, I held it in contempt. You asked me what I want, Elena; I want you to gain some fucking perspective.” Leveria flicked her cigarette, stepped on the embers, and said, “See you in the morning.”

Then she left me.

LEVERIA

Certiok had to demonstrate her loyalty to me before I gave her what she wanted. I liked her, but she was too ambitious. I needed to know that she’d submit, and more than just sexually. I tested her with fake contracts from Ardeni offering a king’s ransom just to slip poison in my wine. She ignored each one until one day, she finally bit on an offer too great to deny. I was disappointed in her. I disguised myself as an Ardeni merchant, and waited at our meeting spot. Sure enough, Certiok came sneaking around the corner. I was about to pull off my disguise and reveal myself, but she fired three crossbow bolts into my chest before I could. She earned her reward after that.

“Oh, sweet fuck!” the she-orc princess gasped, tears streaming down her face. She was quivering on the bed like an epileptic, wracked with waves of orgasms that wouldn’t cease even after I’d pulled out. I assisted the poor girl by elevating her pelvis lest she shake out all the precious baby-gravy I’d deposited inside of her, then I enjoyed the show. Her tattooed pale green body was a tapestry of abuse. Her nipples and clit were swollen, her anus and pussy were gaping, and there were bright-red handprints all over her flesh. Little strands of her hair were still twisted around my fingers, and bruises had already formed around her throat from where I’d choked her. It was strange to think that a cute little baby would be the end result of all this sadomasochistic depravity, but I supposed nature itself was savage, and so life’s inception should be too.

“What did you do to me?!” Certiok squealed in ecstasy, writhing in the sheets. After a minute of ardent self-combat, she finally eased back to sanity. “Oh my god!” She panted, her breaths decelerating, “I thought I was going to die!”

“I have that effect on people.” I chuckled, watching my cum drain slowly into her gaping depths. When I was satisfied that the conception was done, I let her lie flat on the bed. She was so spent that there was no strength in her at all, and she just flopped there, completely useless. “What are you going to name her?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” Certiok groaned, “The last one was going to be named ‘Sherok’ after Trenok’s mother, but… god, they’re all dead. Brock, Trenok, the Terdini, the Protaki, the Ten. A thousand years of memories and traditions were wiped out in less than a week.”

“Good riddance.”

She scowled at me. “Sometimes I forget that you were the genocidal maniac who did it all.”

“The past thousand years were just one giant misstep for orc-kind, Certiok. You were once feared by all the world, then you devolved into stone-age barbarians. It’s best to forget it happened. It’s quite embarrassing, really.”

“Well, your name just got crossed off the list.” Certiok said, patting her belly.

“Don’t care. Don’t expect me to help you raise that thing, by the way.”

“Why the hell would I want you to?”

“Just tell me when it turns eighteen so that I can—”

“Ok, pillow-talk’s over,” Certiok said, eased herself off the bed, and waddled out of the room.

I chuckled to myself, cleaned off my cock with a washcloth, then lit up a cigarette, and lounged in my bed. I turned to the hallway door, and winked at the woman I couldn’t see in the darkness. This time, she didn’t recede into the black. She stayed there, watching me. I didn’t beckon her. I just sucked on my square, and practiced my smoke-rings until she finally spoke.

“What does it mean to be Alkandran?” she asked softly.

I blew a smoke ring, then manipulated the shape with my mind until it became the profile of a shapely woman with a massive cock. “It means that you aren’t ashamed of who you are,” I smiled at the dark crack between the door and the doorframe, “or what you want.”

“What if you don’t know what you want?”

“Then you don’t know yourself.” I inclined my head, “But I know what you want.”

“Tell me!” she whispered, though it almost sounded like a scream.

I took another pull from my cigarette, and let the smoke filter out. The wisps took the unmistakable shape of the tiered city of Bentius. “I already gave you what you want.”

“What?”

“I told you that day in the tower while Yavara was dying between us. You won.”

“I could give a shit about beating you, Leveria!”

“No,” I muttered, watching the smoky shape of Bentius disappear. “I gave you what you want, but I can’t make you take it. What you want can only be taken by letting go of it. You want someone to tell you that you saved your homeland so that you can finally unshackle yourself from it.”

“Nothing is safe from you!”

“But it is safe with me, Elena. As part of my empire, the Highlands will persist and thrive for thousands of years.” I raised my hands magnanimously, “There. All your oaths have been fulfilled, and all of your duties are relieved. You can stop fighting the good fight, Ranger. It’s over. You won.”

“Won?!” She screamed, “What did I win, Leveria?! The right to put the crown on the Dark Queen’s head?!”

“Am I not the rightful queen of the Highlands? Am I not firstborn of the Tiadoa lineage, of sound mind, and of hale health? You were a dark-blood, and you took the throne, so why can’t I?”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE THE DARK QUEEN!”

I took a long, slow drag from my cigarette, and contemplated the dark space between the door and its frame. “In five hundred years, a high-elf child will dip her toes in the Merchant Fountain in the old square of Bentius. She will look upon wet statues of kings and queens, and she will wonder if she can name them all. Then she will go to school, and she will learn arithmetic, spelling, and history. In the middle of class, her teacher will turn toward the blackboard, and the little girl will pass a note to her best friend. Her best friend will smile nervously, and take the note. In that moment, there will be two hands holding that piece of paper. One hand will be light-skinned, and the other will be dark. Then the teacher will turn around, and the dark-skinned girl will hastily tuck the note away. She’ll read it later, and though she’s shivering with excitement at what secrets the note might hold, she doesn’t really care of their contents. The elation she feels is that she has someone like her who loves her.”

For a moment, there was just silence behind the door. I could see Elena’s mind, but I would not read it. I would never dare do that to her. The seconds past us in silence, then she opened the door. She was wearing a loose nightgown that draped sensually over her body, and her hair was tossed carelessly over her left shoulder. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks were wet with tears.

“Do you promise?” she whispered.

“I promise.” I whispered back.

Elena took two deep breaths through her nose, and slowly let them from her mouth. With her exhalation, her shoulders relaxed, seemingly eased from some great burden. She walked toward me, her steps slow and purposeful, her hips swaying beneath her shift, her eyes surveying me all the way. They swept along my fishnet-clad toned thighs, lingered on my rising cock, traversed my leather-strapped abdomen, then rested on my eyes. Her gaze stayed connected with mine as she climbed onto the bed, and began to crawl her way to me. Her posture wasn’t that of the stalking jungle cat, nor was it that of the demure rabbit. She came to me with curiosity in her eyes, trepidation in her shoulders, and confidence in her hips. This sexual unsureness was something I’d never seen in her before, and it threatened to stoke the sadistic parts of my lust, but I suppressed it. I would not take charge of this moment. I would let her discover me herself.

She reached my feet, then sat back in a kneeling position. She nearly looked like a virgin on her maiden night with the hesitant inclination of her head, and the modest shift covering her just barely below the waist, but there was a bulge tenting her skirt, and her eyes were flitting with avaricious movements. I put out my cigarette, and eased back, letting her examine me until her eyes were filled. Being the subject of such a scrutinizing inspection was incredibly arousing, and with my balls shrunken tight against the base of my shaft, Elena could see the blushing little pussy and pink anus she’d spent so much time in.

Finally, she made her move. With a coy little smile, she crawled between my spread legs, and dipped her head low. Her face disappeared beneath me, and the skirt of her shift tightened around her plump ass until it sprang past her hips, exposing the shadowed bow of her elegant back. I could feel her breath in my nethers, a soft warm wind whispering down, down, down until it was hot and rapt against my puckered anus.

“It’s like a buffet down here,” she mused with a chuckle, “so many delicious options. I guess I’ll start with the salad.”

Then, I felt her tongue. I gasped. She was as good with it as she ever was, and she teased the little spokes and puffy rim she knew so well, making my vile aperture relax and wink open for her. When she slid her tongue inside of me, I cried out in glee and arched my back, pointing my throbbing cock at the ceiling. Her exploratory appendage slithered within my tight depths, tasting all surfaces of my sinful channel until it rested upon something… new. She paused upon my male organ, giving me a moment of reprieve before she began her devious work.

“Lick my filthy little man-pussy!” I exclaimed with a hedonistic exhalation of breath, my entire body clenching in delight, my rectum seizing around her slimy warm invasion. Her lips pursed around my anal ring and sucked as she curled the point of her tongue against my prostate, and my cock frothed in reaction. I clenched my fists in my hair and whined in lustful distress, making myself endure her torture, staying every desire within me to grab her head and shove it between my fat cheeks until she suffocated. She drove me right up until the edge of my restraint, swirling her little tongue through my clenching depths until deep tingles were riding up my curved spine, then she retracted her tongue with a slurp, and planted a finishing kiss on my dominated hole. I felt her lips curl in a wicked smile against me, then I felt her mouth move up a few inches. She sniffed indulgently from my leaking sex, and exhaled with a contented sigh. I could feel her drooling against me.

“Ah, my favorite treat,” she whispered, and began her meal. I whimpered as she kissed her way up my slit, pursing her lips between my puffy folds, poking her tongue teasingly between my unfurling petals. Her hands came together between my legs, then opened about my thighs to slide them further apart so that she could get deeper. Her lips and tongue caressed every crease and valley she knew so well, traversing me with such practiced expertise that I was purring like a kitten for her. Then the point of her nose upended my balls, and found the place where my clit used to be. Now it was just the base of my cock, and for a moment, Elena seemed perplexed. She recovered quickly, and moved back down, letting my tight balls rest against the bridge of her nose as her lips opened around my tight entrance. Her tongue slithered out once more, and began to circle me.

“That’s it,” I crooned, “eat it, you little dyke slut.”

Elena grinned around my entrance, and plunged her tongue inside. My domineering nature melted away the moment the point of her seeking member found the familiar spot on my ceiling, and she tormented it with practiced confidence, slipping and sliding the tip through a dizzying array of patterns that left me gasping. I clutched the sheets and pillows with desperate hands, needing something to grab onto as my pelvis bucked and thrusted to the whim of Elena’s puppeteering tongue, my feet kicking wildly.

“Oh, fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCK!” I screamed, feeling my insides flutter and contract, feeling the felicitous tingles growing within me until they were spreading down my inner-thighs and up into my abdomen, churning my insides until they butter. She pinned my jerking body down, and sloppily burrowed into me, slathering my outsides with her spit, swirling my insides with her tongue, feasting like a glutton, forcing those sensations deeper and deeper into me. I exalted and exclaimed, thrashing this way and that, unable to contain the ecstasy ballooning within me until it finally burst! I croaked out a pathetic sob, and released my orgasm into Elena’s face from my second urethra. She drank my ecstatic urine with pleasure, humming indulgently as she pursed her lips around the hole, and eased me gently back to sanity.

“Mmmm,” Elena hummed, “now time for the main course.”

“Don’t forget the appetizers!” I groaned.

“Of course,” Elena chuckled, and wrapped her lips around my balls. I sighed and relaxed into sexual splendor, the tension from earlier now released from me. With subtle gasps and indulgent moans, I enjoyed the way Elena’s tender wet mouth gently manipulated my roiling orbs. Her cheeks puffed with them as her tongue divided them, and she mewled decadently as her lips came together around the loose sack, and drew everything sensually into her mouth. I felt her fingers move down my crack, and penetrate the holes she’d already tasted. The knuckles popped into the tight orifices with ease, and she kneaded my channels until I was crooning delightedly. As she feasted upon my male parts, her body language began to change. The predatory hunch of her shoulders eased, and the bow of her back deepened to perk her ass up in the air. She displayed her feminine assets purposefully, and when I looked down between my legs, I was greeted by the beautiful sight of Elena’s cute little face staring expectantly back up at me, my cock resting across half of it and my balls puffing out her adorable cheeks. She didn’t want me to be the captive lover anymore; she wanted me to be a man.

I snaked my fingers into her hair, and balled my fists. I wasn’t forceful with her, only firm enough to let her know that I’d treat her right. She blushed pleasurably, and took my nuts deeper into her mouth, inching them along with the beckoning curl of her tongue until there wasn’t enough sack left to suck.

“That’s a good girl,” I grinned, petting her head dotingly, “do you like how my balls taste?”

She nodded girlishly; the expression corrupted by the fleshy sack drawn tight between her pursed lips.

“Is my good girl ready for the main course?” I whispered, flexing my cock.

She eyed it with childlike avarice, completely unfazed by its size. I giggled, and guided her upward. My balls plopped from her pursed lips one at a time, better cleaned then they’d been since I’d gotten them. Elena nestled her face against the base of my cock, and sniffed my shaft with her eyes closed.

“Does it smell good?” I whispered.

“So good...” she hissed, her eyes opening to reveal dilated pupils. Watching me carefully, she opened her mouth, slithered out her tongue, and began to lick me. She painted a tortuous path up my shaft, tasting every inch, tickling and caressing me with her wonderful appendage until she was at my tip. She circled the crease of my head, tasted the froth at my apex, then hovered her plush moist lips over me, and made deep eye-contact. “I hope the queen of blowjobs doesn’t judge me too harshly,” she muttered, her lips tickling my throbbing tip.

“I’m a generous critic.” I smiled, lacing my fingers deeper into her blonde hair.

Elena retracted her hands from between my legs, and wrapped them one atop the other about my shaft. She took a moment to marvel at my size, then she began kneading her delicate digits into my cock-flesh, and licking my tip. I let her explore me with her hands, let her marvel at the texture, heat and hardness of me, let her appreciate the way I throbbed and pulsed with every one of her loving squeezes. The more she played with my organ, the more fascinated she became with it, and the more sensual her touches became in turn. Her fingers made graceful passes up and down my shaft, her palms cupped and cradled every girthy length, and her tongue wettened by the second until her drool was oozing from my head in thick rivulets. I watched the change come over as the magic of my incubus cock took hold of her senses. I watched her pupils dilate until the sapphire was nearly gone from her eyes; I watched her features relax until they were mindless with bliss; I watched her posture ease into a languid sprawl between my legs, her body ready and willing for my sickest desires. But for Elena, my only desire was her love and trust, and so I let her do as she pleased, and I enjoyed every wonderful second of it. In the months since my transformation, I had lain with thousands of lovers, but none of them were like her. Oh, the things she did to me…

Without warning, Elena flattened her hands about my pelvis, and took every inch of me into her. She gagged when I breached the fleshy sphincter of her throat, then groaned pleasantly once the hard part was over, and slid me effortlessly down her gullet. I gawked at her. She stared back up at me, her neck bulging with my imprint, her lips wrapped firmly around my base. She closed one eye in a self-satisfied wink, then began to swallow around me.

“Oh, fuck!” I squealed. I lost control. I knotted my fingers into her hair, and smooshed her face into my crotch. She purred victoriously at my loss of equanimity, and rewarded me with a passionate rotation of her lips, slurping all the way until the skin before her suction was white with pressure. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I held her firmly against me, unwilling and unable to relinquish her. She milked me with her swallowing throat, caressed me with the flat of her tongue along my underside, and then slid her hands between my clenched cheeks, and pinched the fingers of each before my entrances. I didn’t have a chance to react. She fisted me with both hands, driving my tight orifices into my body before the fleshy cuffs of each gave way, and sprang back elastically to wrap her wrists, allowing her digits and knuckles to burrow deep, deep, deep inside of me.

“Oh my god, Elena!” I sobbed, “Wreck me!”

Oh, she did. Her hands twisted inside me, molding themselves into my holes, nestling tightly through the wet tender inner flesh that hugged her so ardently. The hand inside my pussy turned to grind her knuckles against my internal spot, and the hand inside my ass upturned so that she could press the pads of her fingers against my masculine organ, and milk me. I was trapped once again, a slave to her every whim, a puppet to her every motion. She smiled evilly around the grotesque piece of meat stretching her mouth, and began to slurp her way up. I forced her back down with both hands, and enjoyed the glugging of her throat before she twisted her wrists, and made me pay so, so dearly. I cried out in ecstasy, my body twisting above the waist, my legs and hips pinned by the vindictive hermaphrodite atop me. She was the only one I would ever let have the upper hand, for she was the only one who could make me feel such abhorrent pleasures.

Her head bobbed slowly up and down, revealing the spit-sheened length of my meat before she consumed it once more. The seal of her lips drew the pressure up my shaft with each slow pull, and she chuckled lowly with my cock in her throat as I whined and hissed, struggling not to come too soon. Her middle and ring finger pressed and stroked my prostate, coercing the nectar from my loins. Her other hand upturned in my pussy and retracted to collect my balls in her palm, then penetrated me once more, stretching my scrotal skin, pushing my pulsating orbs into my sweltering slit. All the while, she sucked me, never breaking eye-contact, watching me with her keen sapphire orbs and gauging my every reaction. I couldn’t hold myself back, and she knew it. She worked my cock with long, impassioned motions, taking me to the head and plunging to the base, never giving me a chance to find relief between the swallowing embrace of her throat, and the wet suctions of her lips. The pressure boiled in my loins, lanced through my ass, and built in my shaft. My balls roiled with euphoria, spasming inside my own cunt as my second female orgasm ascended. I couldn’t hold it any longer! My neck striated with tension, and I gritted my teeth to suppress the dismayed groan that emanated from my throat. It was no use. It came out as a note of pure surrender, high and true, and I thrusted violently in the air, buried my cock deep into Elena’s esophagus, and erupted into her belly.

As I descended with gasping breaths, Elena ascended, slurping up my length until my tip popped from her lush slightly-swollen lips. A few final spurts of ejaculate splattered her across her nose, mouth and hair, and she licked up all that her tongue could reach, and left the rest to perversely decorate her portrait. When she climbed up my body, her eyes were possessed of me, staring it awe upon the leather straps that crossed my muscular abdomen, the breasts which protruded fully from my chest in defiance of gravity, and the dark little nipples that pointed accusingly at her, the flesh around them prickled with readiness. She climbed until her thighs overlapped mine, and she was seated securely in my lap. Her eyes wandered down to our joined crotches. Her cock had poked out from the bottom of her skirt, and was now standing rigidly from her pelvis. It was bronze and smooth, nearly feminine somehow, a stark juxtaposition to the behemoth that stood before it, all vascular and muscular, shining with a coat of her spit. She looked up at me, then eased herself forward, and pressed our cocks together.

“Wanna swordfight?” she giggled, then moaned when the stiff rubbery members began to rub sensually together.

“It seems you brought a knife.” I chuckled.

“Good thing I know just how to stab you then.” She cooed, and pressed harder against me. Precum bubbled from both of our tips, and we sighed in mutual satisfaction, and watched the way our masculine members danced against each other. They wobbled rigidly, then slid alongside each other, and we groan and moaned in splendid delight as we shifted to accentuate the grinding. Soon, our entropic dance of cocks was moistened with thick rivulets of precum that smeared and lathered, creating bridges of white viscous fluid between our shafts. She elevated herself, gently grasped my cock, and pushed our tips together in a perverse kiss. With the utmost care, she slid my foreskin over her pink head until our bodies were joined by a continuous column of penile flesh. She ran her hands from my base to hers like she was pulling rope, increasing the pressure in our shafts, building the perverse intimacy until I swore I could feel all the way into her.

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me, Leveria,” she moaned.

“Whatever you want.”

She laughed breathily. “I want to see what kind of man you are.”

I slid my hands up her thighs, around her waist, and hooked my fingers beneath her shift. She released our shafts so that I could pull her clothes off her, and stare at her nudity. She was more athletic than she was voluptuous, but she never lacked for curves. I contoured her hourglass with my hands until I came to her breasts, and then I pinched each nipple. She gasped slightly, then mewled when I rolled the li