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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, arrow, eagle. Ball, arrow, eagle. There, it’s not so hard. Now, put these on, and this, and… oh, and put this on.” I said, dropping a suit of heavy orc armor, four bags of sand, and a berserker helm.

The imperial gawked at what I’d laid at his feet, then began to put it on. The orc armor was much too big for him, even though it was the smallest I could find, and it rendered him unable to pick up the sandbags. I tied each fifty-pound sack to his torso and legs, then put the helm on him.

“There.” I said, stepping back to admire my work, “Can you raise your arms?”

Shaking with the effort of it, the imperial managed to raise his arms, and the contraption flared like a fan from his armpits. It was my own design, and I was quite proud of it.

“Weight distribution’s off.” Trenok muttered beside me.

“Won’t matter.” I grunted, picking up the elf, “Once he’s airborne, the only direction that matters is down.”

“AIRBORNE?!” The imperial squeaked.

“You must be new to this sector.” I chuckled, and placed the elf in the carriage of the catapult.

He tried to scramble out of it, and I palmed his entire head, and pushed him back in. “Remember,” I said, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “ball, arrow, eagle. When you get over the top, pull this cord,” I handed him the cord that looped into the contraption, “and the parachute will engage. Many of your comrades have died so that you could succeed, little imperial.” I gave him a grave look, “Make sure that their sacrifice is not in vain.” And I pulled the lever.

He flew across the sky, tumbling in his ball shape.

“Come on…” I growled, watching him grow smaller before the imposing wall of the Highland Rift.

“He can’t open his arms.” Trenok grunted.

“He’ll do it.” I muttered. The little ball disappeared before the grey rock wall, then reappeared above it. “Arrow!” I shouted as though he could hear me. For a moment, the ball stayed the same, then I saw his arms struggle against the wind and weight of his armor, and become an arrow in the sky. “Eagle!” I yelled, and his arms opened, the wings catching the wind. He soared even higher, clearing the edge of the wall, his resplendent silhouette catching the sun to gleam like an iron bird in the sky. “Pull!” I cried in delight. He pulled the cord, the parachute unfurled, and the straps broke. He fell a hundred feet, flapping like a bird, then he crashed to the ground with a boom that could be heard across the meadow.

“Yes!” I roared victoriously, “Success! How do you like that, Trenok?!”

“The straps—”

“THE STRAPS CAN BE MADE STRONGER!” I yelled over him. I snatched the mirror at my hip, drew the sigil on it, and palmed it. Field Marshal Shordian came into view.

“Did you see that, old man?” I laughed.

“Have you run out of boulders to hurl at me?”

“Have you run out of boulders to hurl at me?” I laughed, “I’ll have thousands of orcs flying over your head in no time at all!”

“An interesting choice of ammunition.”

“They’ll float like a feather right on top of you.”

“Our archers could use the target practice.”

“Your archers can suck my dick!” I roared, and palmed the mirror again.

Trenok smirked at me.

I scowled. “I don’t need that ornery old bastard ruining my day.”

“He’s right though. His archers would only have to punch holes in the chutes, and the whole thing goes to shit.”

“Attack at night during a siege and use the flying orcs as support. They drop into the fort when everyone’s distracted and wreak havoc from the inside.”

Trenok puzzled over the ridgeline. “If you think this will really work, then you would have to be the one to lead the raid. That is, assuming the queen ever gives you the go ahead.”

“Yeah…” I grumbled.

A score of boulders suddenly ascended from atop the ridgeline. I sighed, and braced myself against the catapult. The rocks rained down on us, smashing into the ground, occasionally creating an explosion of timber when they struck an engine. They fell behind us, before us, and beside us; too great a range to run away from after launching a salvo, and too random to worry about becoming a target. It was a game of chance, and I was getting bored of it.

“Did you talk to her?” Trenok asked.

“You know she won’t budge. Even as our losses mount, she refuses to change tactics.”

“That’s not what I was talking about.”

I frowned at Trenok. “Now’s not the time.” I grunted.

“When will there be a better time than when you’re the Froktora of a horde at war? You’ll never be more important to her than now.”

“Something you need to understand about women—”

“I’m married.”

“So that makes you the fucking expert?” I growled, “Something you need to understand about women, is that emotional circumstance is everything. She’s really stressed as of late, and—”

“I can smell your vagina from here.”

I shoved a finger in his face. “You used to live in my nuts, boy, and don’t forget it.”

“Did I take them with me when I moved out?”

“I’ve popped skulls for less.” I growled.

“Did you pop your cherry for more?” He sneered. I looked down at his feet. They were spread in an easy stance, but the weight was shifted on the balls. A rock struck a catapult twenty yards away, but the screams of the fallen barely reached my ears.

“You know that the Froktora is not inherited.” I said.

He nodded with a smile. “And the tribes mean nothing anymore, but I’ve been training since I was ten to kick your ass one day, and I will not be denied that birthright.”

I snorted, a smile coming across my own face. I pulled the daggers out of my belt, and set them on the ground. “Fwelok!” I yelled over my shoulder, “Do you stand as witness to this match for succession?”

“What?! Right now?!” He yelled, huddled behind his trebuchet.

“Right now!” I laughed, and tossed my axe off my back.

Trenok disarmed himself, and kicked off his boots. I kicked off mine, and we stepped away from our catapult as our ogre loaded another boulder into the carriage.

“Gods pray this goes better for you than that bout with Adrianna.” I sneered, matching his stance step-for-step.

“Gods pray that it doesn’t end the same for you.” Trenok laughed back, then charged me. Fuck, he was fast. I barely had my weight shifted in time before he was grappling with me, his iron grip clutching my shoulder, mine doing the same. Our heads butted, our brows locked, and we snarled with tusked grimaces as we lurched for position. I was still stronger, but he could adjust faster, and before I knew it, he’d used my momentum against me. I toppled to the side, corrected to a roll, planted my hand into the earth, and spun upright with a sweeping kick aimed neck-high. He ducked, threw himself forward, and tackled me to the ground. My head struck the earth with a concussive shock, and my blurred vision caught the sight of Trenok raising his fist overhead, ready to deal the ending strike. I drove my knee into his groin, and sent him careening over the top. I jumped to my feet, ducked his flailing backhand, and scampered back, my fists held before my face.

“Bitch move!” Trenok gasped, bending with pain.

“I’m just preemptively kicking my grandson’s ass.” I laughed, “Might as well, seeing as how you fight.”

“I’d retaliate, but I’d hit nothing but an empty sack!” Trenok roared, and rushed me. I pivoted on my back heel, dodged one jab, and was struck squarely by the following hook. The shock of the blow sent me spinning backward, and I had to summersault just to keep from sprawling. He was on me before I could even catch my bearing, assaulting me with blow after blow to the body. I caught one strike between my forearms, dropped my weight, and forced him to lurch after me. Before I could put him arm in a bar, he’d planted his heel on my chest, and kicked back. His wrist was wrenched free, and before I could clamp down on his foot, he’d pivoted off me, and sent a sharp kick right to my ribs. I grunted with pain, and let the momentum carry me upright.

“Fuck!” I gasped.

“Did you really think I was going to let you take this fight to the ground?” Trenok laughed, backing off until he was five yards away, “I felt something crack there, didn’t I?”

“You just knocked it back into place.” I grinned, failing to disguise my hobble.

Trenok grinned broadly back. “I got you, old man.”

“Oh, you do?” I laughed painfully, “Then why don’t you come over here and finish it, you little shit?”

Trenok pivoted, took one step forward, then charged. There was a flash of movement, and I was blown backward. My body was showered with soil, my eyes were filled with it. I was wet. I was hot. I rubbed the muck from my face. There was a boulder behind me. It was rolling away, its surface black with soil. Black with blood. It was sprayed all over me. There was a hole in the ground five yards away. I scrambled to it. I looked inside. There was a mess of dreadlocks and a body of tattooed flesh. It was flatter than parchment. Pieces of shattered skull and brains were blown along the side of the crater, guts and ruptured muscle were splattered from their fleshy constraints. I sat back from the lip of the hole, and watched the rocks ascend into the sky from the Highland Rift.

“Chief!” Fwelok yelled, “CHIEF?! Oh god, Trenok!”

I shouldered him off me, and walked away. As the boulders crashed to the earth, and the soil shot from it, I made my way to the edge of the marshlands, and pulled out the mirror at my hip. I drew the sigil, and palmed the glass.

“Brock,” Shordian sighed, “are we done throwing rocks at each other for the day?”

“Trenok’s dead.” I muttered. My voice sounded like it was coming from someone else.

Shordian’s face hardened. “And?”

“And… I guess I’m going to kill you.” I said, “I… guess I thought you should know.”

Shordian just nodded. No humor on his face this time.

“Goodbye.” I said numbly, and palmed the glass.

ELENA

Leveria had kept me sequestered in her tower for five days since the assassin struck. Though she’d made sure our time was wasted well, it was still wasted, and I knew she was doing it for more than my safety. While she was free to play the game of nobles, I was left alone in the high tower and put under constant watch. We went to court together, and Leveria made a point of keeping me by her side for all the nobles to see. Who had I run to when my life was in jeopardy? Why, the queen, of course. While that wasn’t the truth, the perception was all that mattered, and it made Lord Feractian’s barons cautious when I tried to approach them.

“They’re worried about your closeness to the crown.” Sofia whispered, glancing over her shoulder as the nobles shuffled out of the court, “The queen’s been making such a stink about insisting that the assassin was a Lowlander, and the rhetoric scares them. Are we to make enemies of both Alkandra and the Lowlands?”

“She’s just trying to weaken the value of Ternias’s Lowland backing.”

“But she has nothing to counter the offer!” Sofia hissed, “All she is doing is distracting the court from the real issues! Feractianas is in rebellion, the Night Wolf has slaughtered three more villages in Feltianas, and the Jonianas grain stores have been burned! The others are getting desperate, and in your absence, Ternias has gained their favor!”

“Distracting the court is all Leveria can do.” I said gravely, “Yes, our people are suffering greatly, but Ternias’s plan to attack from South Fort is suicide! Let Leveria blab on about assassins; anything but the stupidity coming from Ternias’s bench.”

Sofia rubbed her shoulder nervously, looking over at the Feractian section. “Have you heard about the rebel leader?” She asked, “The one called ‘Esmerelda?’ They say she was raped in front of her father by a Feractian tax collector. Now she wields an axe like a barbarian, and… emasculates any Feractian bannermen she takes prisoner.”

“That’s not exactly a great military tactic. Good luck getting people to surrender.”

“There’s a rumor that she’s trying to petition the Dark Queen for aid.”

I laughed. “Yavara would think it’s sacrilege to remove that many penises from the world.”

“So… you know nothing of it?” Sofia said, giving me a critical look.

I raised my brows. “You think I must be involved?”

“It’s just fortuitous that Feractianas is being consumed by rebellion, and you may be the only one who can help them.”

“Don’t mistake good fortune with conspiracy.”

“And Yanas Feltian’s absence from the court?” Sofia asked with a raised brow, and motioned her head to the empty Feltian seat, “I’ve heard that the stories of the Night Wolf’s horrors have driven the poor man nearly to his death bed. Not to mention the ongoing disasters occurring in Lady Jonias’s province.”

“It’s war, Sofia.” I said, though I was uncomfortable with her analysis. I had thought the same things myself at times, and wondered in my darkest moments if telling Yavara about the nobles I needed had been a mistake. But no… Yavara could never be so callous. Zander though…

I glanced at the six barons conversing around Feractian’s section, “Can you make an arrangement with them tonight?”

“Will you be able to fulfill it?”

“Yes, I promise.” I said, and glanced back at the empty seat in Feltian’s section of the court amphitheater. “When will Percian arrive?”

“Any day now. I have told him about you, and he’s very anxious to meet with you.” Sofia said, still studying me carefully. I doubted Sofia would judge me too harshly if she suspected me, but though she was a cold pragmatist, she was still a good and kind-hearted woman, and I wanted her to think the same of me. Of course, until she learns you betrayed her.

“Good.” I said, nodding to myself, “Meet me at my house an hour before our guests arrive, and we’ll… prepare.”

The suspicion left her eyes, replaced with an excited glint. “I shall be there punctually, Lady Straltaira.” She sauntered away, strutting so that her hips swayed dramatically in her noble garb. She glanced over her shoulder to see if I was looking, and I made no attempt to hide it. She smiled to herself, and walked out the door.

I sighed. Now I just got a figure out a way to free myself from Leveria.

LEVERIA

When I got out of the shower, Elena was gone. I was about to call for Sir Raftas when I saw that the window was open, letting in the cold fall air. The bedsheets had been taken, and one was knotted to the leg of the bed, while another was knotted to that sheet, creating a rope that disappeared out the open window. I leaned out, and looked down at the terrified hybrid desperately clinging to the first few inches of her escape line.

“How cavalier of you.” I smirked down at her.

“Fuck off.”

“Scared of heights?”

“Fuck off.”

I leaned on the windowsill. “It’s like a scene from a romance novel. You’re the dastardly villain here to steal the virtue of the bare-breasted maiden princess, only her father has interrupted us, and now you must flee down a cord of bedsheets still rank with our lovemaking.” I looked past her, “I was in the shower for twenty minutes. How have you only gotten this far?”

“Fuck off.”

“The balcony’s only fifteen feet down. Of course, the ground’s three-hundred feet below that.”

“Fuck off.”

“If you jump that way, you might hit the water instead.”

“Fuck off.”

“Just scoot down the rope, Elena.” I giggled, “Didn’t they teach you that in ranger school?”

“Fuck. Off.”

I squeezed my tits together, and loomed above her. “Come back to bed, Baby.”

“You can’t keep me in there.”

“Has five days of unending sex with the one you love been so terrible for you?”

“My penis has friction burns.”

“I know that’s not true. I’m always so wet for you.” I purred, and extended my hand, “Come on, Elena. Stop this nonsense.”

She looked hopelessly up at me. “Leveria, I need my independence. You’re not keeping me safe; you’re keeping me prisoner. Don’t make me resent you.”

I chewed on my lower lip to mask that it quivered. “Don’t make me lose you.”

“Then don’t hold on so fucking tight.”

I reached out, took her hand, and helped pull her back into my room. I held her for a long time, trying to imprint the memory of her flesh onto my own. Eventually, she had to separate us, though I was pleased to note that it was a struggle for her.

“Leveria…” she said warningly.

“Fine.” I said, “but if you die, Elena Straltaira…” I touched the pearl necklace that rested upon her chest, “…we had a deal, remember?”

She laughed, her freckled nose crinkling. “You’re the worst person in the world, you know that?”

“You think I’m joking?”

“No, and for some fucked up reason, that’s why I love you.” She said, raking her fingers through my hair, “But Leveria, we both know that you’ll be the death of me.”

And she left me with a kiss burning on my lips.

YAVARA

I pinched the bridge of my nose, and massaged away the threatening migraine. When Leveria had told me the assassin was a Lowland agent, I almost tore down the Ardeni palace. That was, of course, undoubtedly what she would’ve wanted, which is what gave me pause. I wouldn’t put it past her for a second to fabricate an attack on Elena just to get me to react rashly. It seemed very convenient that I would be in Ardeni Dreus and on the mirror with Elena when the assassin decided to strike.

“Maybe I’m just paranoid.” I sighed.

“A healthy level of paranoia is a good thing for a ruler to have.” Zander replied. He’d gotten back last night from where ever he’d been.

“I wish I could get Elena the fuck out of there.”

“If Leveria hasn’t killed her yet, she won’t now.” Zander said, “Elena has proven herself to be quite adept at making herself invaluable.”

“For now.” I muttered, looking at Bentius on the map of Tenvalia. My eyes drew east, over the Alkandran Horn, and to Ardeni Dreus, “King Dreus supports Ternias because Ternias will never make peace with me. He sees Elena as an existential threat to his kingdom. I wouldn’t put it past him to send a killer to Bentius.”

“What about to Alkandra?” He asked.

I shook my head. “He wouldn’t risk it. Killing Elena in Bentius would give him a lot of plausible deniability, and no assassin is fool enough to go after me.”

“Alkandi said the same thing.”

“I’m better than she ever was. My healing expunges all poisons, my shield deflects all blades, and my mind can read from a thousand yards away. Unless Dreus or Leveria has a Creator on their payroll, I doubt I’ll see an assassin’s hello.”

Zander extended his hand, and touched the bare flesh of my throat with his index finger. “Trust is more dangerous than even a heathen god, my queen.”

Brock walked into the tent, and sat down beside Zander. Zander withdrew his finger, and placed it upon the map. “The Highlanders are doing an effective job concealing their formations from aerial surveillance,” Zander said, “they have protections spells everywhere keeping us from infiltrating their camp. We can only gain information from our assault teams. Brock, which sectors are showing the least amount of resistance?”

Brock’s black eyes stared vacantly ahead, then slowly fell upon the map. “None of them show any resistance.” He said numbly, “They kill us all the way up the cliffside, then flee before we summit, and fire upon us from range until we climb back down.”

“How’s the morale?” I asked.

“They still fight with passion. They fight for you.”

The winter cold will wear on their spirit more than bloodshed. Zander said into my mind, Orcs can take agony with a light heart, but misery weighs on them. Stay the course.

Let’s just hope the Noble Court’s spirit is feebler. If I can’t extract a diplomatic pound of flesh from the Highlands to offer my horde, they’ll see me as weak, and weak queens don’t last. Then an invasion will be my only option to prevent an all-out catastrophe. Tell me the seeds of rebellion are beginning to sprout in the Highlands.

They’re already bearing fruit.

And Gorlok? Was that your doing?

He acted on his own.

I want him brought back to me, Zander. Alive.

“You two are talking to each other.” Brock interrupted, “You do that a lot now. Talk in each other’s heads, leave me in the dark.”

“We’re just discussing Lowland relations.” I smiled placatingly, “Telepathic communication is much faster, and we wouldn’t want to exclude you from a conversation you have no interest in.”



“Of course.” He said, mostly to himself.

Zander turned to me. “We have a contingent of goblins coming from the Willows. Five-thousand in total.” He looked back at Brock, “They have knowledge of siege engineering. Perhaps they could duplicate the Highland ballista. Trenok’s rope idea has merit, I think.”

“It is a good idea.” Brock said.

“We can use it to mitigate casualties summiting the wall, and the ballistae would be more effective at covering an advance than catapults and trebuchets.” I said, “Then we wouldn’t have to worry about trying to take Mid Fort. We could redouble our efforts wearing away at the sectors.”

“No… no…” Brock muttered, “I think we should stick with the Mid Fort plan. It is Trenok’s plan. It is a good plan.”

“A siege of Mid Fort could cost us tens of thousands if it’s not done perfectly, and nothing in war goes perfectly.” Zander said.

“I know it’s frustrating, but we are winning, Brock.” I said, “The Highlands can’t outlast us. I’ll take an assured victory of attrition over a gamble.”

“Attrition.” Brock echoed.

“We can fill holes in the line. The enemy cannot.”

“Holes.” Brock mumbled, scratching at the beard he was growing, “Nameless numbers.” He pondered the map, all those battle lines he’d drawn himself, all those notes he’d meticulously written about each sector. “Five-hundred men have died here.” He said, pointing to one sector, then moving his finger up the line, “three-hundred here, seven-hundred here, a thousand here, four-hundred here, two-thousand here, six-hundred here, four-thousand here.” His finger ended at South Fort. He looked up at me. “That’s ten-thousand. Each of them was a man. Now they’re just holes.”

“There are always losses in war.” Zander said.

“Yes. Of course.” Brock looked at the map like he was confused by it, “There are always sacrifices. One man’s life is worth no more than another’s in the grand game of chance. It’s a lottery, really. Nothing you can do.”

“Brock?” I asked.

He suddenly seemed lost. He stared at me like he didn’t recognize me at all. I peered into his mind, and was struck with the sinking emptiness that had caverned him hollow.

“Oh god…” I whispered.

He stumbled forward like he was drunk, knocking the table aside. Zander leapt to his feet, brandishing his staff, but Brock only dropped before me, catching himself on one knee. With shaking fingers, he reached into his pouch, and pulled out an enormous amber egg. He held it aloft, then it slipped from his hand, and splattered on the ground, red mixed with yellow. He stared at it, and mumbled, “I don’t know what you imperials do when you… I don’t know w-w-w-what you Highlanders do, b-b-but the Terdini give people… the Terdini… when a Terdini man… when a Terdini man loves a Terdini woman, he gives her an omelet—an egg—and it’s an eagle, and it’s… it’s…”

“Oh, Brock!” I cried, and wrapped his enormous head in my arms, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Oh god, I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry!”

“Will you have me?” He asked, his voice dead. I opened my lips to reply, but nothing came from them. He stayed motionless in my arms, then slowly rose to his feet. He pried himself away from me, not meeting my gaze, not letting me see his face, and he walked away. I let him go, and I hated myself for it.

Zander looked to me. “Trenok?”

I nodded.

He looked back at the shrinking figure of Brock, his massive shoulders sloped, his head low. “I’ll talk to him.”

“What will you say? What can you say?” I sniffled.

“I don’t know,” he said, and began to transform, “but Destiny might.”

ADRIANNA

I finished the call with Leveria, and quickly changed my sigil back from the tulip to the eagle’s beak. Leveria didn’t seem too concerned about the assassin’s mode of murder. She said she could spin it however she needed, just as long as the prince died. I felt no less guilty, but I did feel some relief. It was my last ever mirror call with Leveria. Thomas Adarian had completed his final mission. Now, it was time for Adrianna to start her first.

Twenty minutes later, I was in the middle of a magnificent marble hall designed by none other than Alexa Jenania. Great columns held a vaulted ceiling five stories above, the gargoyles at its apex depicting scenes of opulence and debauchery in kind, all bathed in the pale light of the dusk moon shining from the rotunda window. What else for the First Bank of Alkandra? Patrons walked by us, dignitaries of foreign nations smiled and bowed to us, investors from Ardeni and Drastin spied on us, waiting for an opportunity to broach us with an offer. I ignored them all, instead focused on the small box in Soraya Poneria’s hands.

“That is a million gold pieces?” I asked incredulously.

“From the first bank of Ardeni, certified and valid for as long as the bank exists.” Soraya explained, “The first bank of Ardeni is older than the line of Dreus, so this paper is gold.”

“So… where’s the money then?”

Soraya rolled her eyes. “Do I really have to explain banking to you? This paper is like a promise of gold, and since gold is intrinsically worthless except as a means of market rate-setting, this paper is a promise for the worth of gold, and therefore it is gold. The gold this represents is in a bank, and if you so desire, you can exchange this paper for actual gold.”

I shook my head. “No way would this shit work in Alkandra. We’re barely above trading corn seeds for beads.”

“It takes time for society to gain trust in money. You can’t eat it, you can’t fuck it, and you can’t kill with it, so beasts are understandably suspicious of it. Gold is shiny, and they understand that.”

I snorted. “You’re a cynical bitch when someone’s not abusing you.”

“Perhaps I’m always hoping someone will teach me a lesson.” The infamous masochist grinned with a twinkle in her eye. It didn’t matter that we were in the middle of a crowded bank. If anything, it only made her want it more. Today, Soraya wore leather straps for clothes, and the stitching that held them together were just piercings that linked her clit to her nipples, and her nipples to a collar around her throat. I hooked one finger around one strap, and pulled slowly until she was hissing.

“On your knees, Pet.” I called her by her preferred name, and she put the strongbox on the ground, and knelt atop it. I kept the tension taut on her strap as she pulled back the curtains of my robe to reveal the lewd treats within. Yes, I had a plug in my ass; I always did these days. She withdrew it slowly, and while I tortured her nipples and clit with the exactness of a puppeteer pulling the strings, I mounted her face, and made a stool of her. Her tongue worked subserviently into my anus, swirling around my filthy channel to taste the decadence of my bowels. She moved to my pussy, and she lovingly kissed my netherlips, and tasted the ovule of my flower. People stopped and stared. The locals enjoyed the show for what it was, but the foreigners didn’t know how to react. Surely, they’d heard legend of the hybrids of Alkandra, but seeing us in our element was something else entirely. It always aroused me to see their looks of comingled desire, amazement and fear. I moaned splendidly, and let my robe fall off my shoulder, giving everyone the view they wanted. The swell of my pregnancy was beginning to show on my belly, as was for Soraya’s, and our breasts had ballooned with milk. My nipples leaked with it, my entire body opening and blossoming in its pleasured state, and the milk ran in delicious rivulets down my swollen belly.

“Adrianna?” Alexa queried, emerging from the crowd. I could think of no one else I’d rather see in that moment; she was always an excellent pairing with Soraya.

“Off work early?” I smiled easily to her.

She stepped before me, construction dust covering her forearms and shins, battered work boots adorning her feet. She wore nothing else. Her modest cock was rigid below her pregnant belly, and it seemed to ask me politely if it could slip inside me.

“I just came—” She moaned the word when I guided her by the hips to violate me, “…I just came… I just came to collect wages for my workers. It’s payday.”

“I’m afraid Alkandra’s miser’s feeling rather stingy today.” I chuckled, grinding my ass on Soraya’s face as she sucked my pussy lips into her mouth. I took Alexa by her wrists, and pulled her arms behind her back, just how she liked. “But don’t worry, I’ll do the negotiating for the both of us.”

“You can be so persuasive.” She smiled against my lips, and began thrusting gently into me, my hungry lower mouth drooling as it consumed her cock, the droplets dripping upon Soraya’s chin. Alexa had small breasts, but they were swollen with milk, the pink nipples distended achingly. I brought one to my mouth, and sucked sensually. She groaned hedonistically, letting her head fall back, her hair draping over her arms that I held firmly, but gently behind her. Her warm milk filled my mouth, intoxicating from the source, sweet and rich on my tongue. I slurped with twisting lips, and she gasped violently. I tasted iron, and realized I must’ve accidentally let a little of my vampiric side out. I hadn’t yet told the others I’d gone through my transformation, and I closed my eyes in resignation, preparing myself for Alexa’s inevitable demand that I… but I hadn’t bit her. My teeth were still elvish and dull. Alexa had gone rigid in my arms. She’d gone limp inside me. Someone was screaming. I pulled her upright. Blood was gushing from her nose and mouth. Her eyes were wide with panic. There were fletchers protruding from her neck. The butt of a half-bow bolt. I grabbed her by the neck, holding pressure on the wound, keeping her upright like I was choking her to elevate the puncture above her heart. It didn’t matter. It was the aorta. She gurgled, her eyes bulging, begging me to do something, anything to save her. She mouthed around bubbles of red spit, then her eyes unfocused, and rolled back.

“No.” I whimpered, trying to keep the blood inside her. In a last vain attempt, I grew fangs, and bit into Alexa, injecting my venom with both capillaries, but her heart would not take my poison. It had stopped beating. In the rafters above, a shadow moved, then disappeared out the high window five stories over its dying architect.

ELENA

I squatted over the chamber pot, and released the last volume of my enema. The liquid was clear, and the scented oils created an unmarred perfume. My now-bleached asshole was literally the cleanest part of my body. I douched my pussy, and inspected it in the mirror below me, making sure not an errant hair could be found. Yavara was right, it was hard work being a slut. I carefully washed my cock, then applied a fifth coat of lotion to it until the flesh was supple and moist. It was, without a doubt, the prettiest penis in the world. Feminizing a masculine organ was a difficult process, but I’d done the best that could be done. I slid the pink bow down its length, and applied a dusting of golden glitter. I was a gift, after all, and they could do whatever they wanted.

I eyed the two outfits I’d set out. One was a golden dress I’d tailored to fit the image a Highlander would have of Alkandran royalty. It had a neckline that plunged to the crotch, shoulders that fanned out aggressively, a cutout that exposed my back to the ass-crack, and a long elegant skirt that was slit down the sides. The other outfit was an opulent slave costume. A gold metal collar would adorn my neck, followed by scores of interwoven gold chain that would cover my breasts, but reveal everything. The fan of interwoven chain would end at my nipples, where two loops dangled for piercings. My panties were of the same material, the mesh chain links displaying everything, tailored to drape gently over my cock. Two golden cuffs would effect shackles that adorned my wrists, but I did not include a chain to complete their function. I would need use of my hands.

“Who should I be?” I asked myself, “The competitor, or the victim?”

Why not both? Came my answer, though my brain decided to speak it with Leveria’s voice. She was right about Yavara. For all her limitless debauchery, the Dark Queen was not particularly creative. I did up my white hair in woven gold yarn, applied dark red lipstick and blue liner with a smattering of gilded glitter, and just a touch of blush to my freckled cheeks.

I walked out of my room, and into the parlor. Sofia was there, nervously wringing her hands. When she saw me, her jaw dropped. I couldn’t help but grin.

“Elena!” She gasped, and hurried over to me. She stopped just before me, and looked me up and down with equal parts covetousness and reverence. When her teal eyes met mine, her expression was wholly worshipful. “I would get on my knees right now for you, but I fear that I’d be unworthy.”

I laughed, and touched her cheek with my thumb. She blushed to the roots of her hair, her pupils dilating slightly. The reaction was nearly too enticing to deny, but I restrained myself. “Sofia, you need to compose yourself.” I said, “You are the intermediary between me and the barons, and you’ll do a poor job of it if you’re drooling.”

“You don’t need me,” She giggled, staring unabashedly at my glitter-dusted bosom, “you’ll have them the moment they see you.”

“You are an unwed bachelorette. You’re supposed to be a virgin.” I stroked her flushed cheek dotingly, “I would hate for you to ruin your reputation in the court just because you couldn’t control your desires.”

“The Noble Court!” She spat derisively, then looked pleadingly into my eyes, “Even the noblest of them don’t hold a candle to what you are. The day cannot come soon enough when your queen becomes mine, and I join you in this flesh, for I feel like a worm in your presence!”

I took her firmly by the hair, and kissed her hard. She became butter in my mouth, her head tilting back to receive, her moist lips and tongue dancing subserviently to my lead. Her heart thundered against my breast, and I reached down, hoisted her skirt up until it draped on my wrist, and searched between her quivering legs with expert fingers. I found her blushing slit, and slid easily into its wet entrance with three fingers. She mewled into my mouth, sucking my face as I devoured hers, holding her away from me so that she did not dishevel me. I tormented her throbbing clit with my thumb, massaged her fluttering walls with my fingers, and I worked her insides until they were sweltering and saturated, and she was crying out muffled delight into my mouth. In under a minute, I’d brought her to a knee-buckling orgasm, and I palmed her crotch to keep the flood of juices from dampening her dress. She stayed frozen in the enslavement of ecstasy for a moment, then released into a languid posture. I carefully slid my hand out from her dress, and prompted her to clean it with her tongue. She did, staring thankfully up at me with half-mast eyes, her cute little tongue lapping her nectar like a kitten to milk.

“Better?” I asked with a smile.

“Yes.” She giggled.

I brushed her hair away affectionately. “How you feel now is how I feel all the time. At ease, satisfied, but wanting more. It’s what it means to be Alkandran. Don’t become a slave to your desires; become an ally to them, and don’t ever question your worth. You’re not a worm, Sofia. Yavara wouldn’t have you if you weren’t already special.”

She beamed up at me, and in that moment, I chose to believe my own lie just to enjoy her smile.

“Are you scared?” She asked me.

“No. I was made for this.”

“I’m scared.” She whispered, “Excited, but scared.”

“You don’t have to be in the room with me.”

“You’ve been insisting that ever since I got here.” She looked questioningly into my eyes, “You’re always so dominant and masculine when we make love. Are you afraid of letting me see the other side of you?”

I chuckled, brushing her light hair affectionately. “The idea of you seeing what a filthy whore I can be is absolutely delightful.” I touched brows with her, grinning wickedly, “I want to see that shocked look on your pretty face when your realize how low I’ll go. I just don’t want to traumatize you.”

“Maybe I want to be a little traumatized.” She grinned coyly.

“Oh, Sofia,” I hissed, closing my eyes against my arousal, “if you saw the thoughts running through my head right now, you’d run as far as you could.”

“But you’re so much faster than me, Elena.” She whispered on my lips, “You’d catch me and drag me down, and then I’d be helpless to you.” She inhaled deeply, the breath shuddering from her on its way out, “Then you could show me yourself what disgusting, terrible things you would to do to me.”

I forcefully separated our bodies, my cock so rigid that it hurt. “You, little Lady Droughtius,” I said quietly, “are going to get me in a lot of trouble.”

“Haven’t I already?” She giggled, quite pleased with herself, “Shall we begin then?”

We reapplied our lipstick, then I sat in my chair, and Sofia went downstairs to summon our guests.

In my experience with nobles, barons were the worst breed. They were the top of the minor nobles, but the glass ceiling was ever-present right above their heads, and they could only stare with longing at the seat of power above them. Feractian’s barons were all men in their twenties and thirties, fair of features as all high-elves were, their blonde hair and pale skin yet unmarred by age, their cheeks and jaws void of whiskers, giving them nearly an androgynous appeal. Being barons, their faces were twisted with expressions of perpetual contempt. That was, until they laid eyes on me.

“Lords Karlan, Glecian, Julian, Simian, Ralian, and Yenciata,” Sofia introduced the men as they entered the parlor, “Lady Straltaira is pleased to make your acquaintances.”

“My lords.” I said with a broad smile as they gawked at me from the doorway. I gestured to the seats around me, “Will you not join me?”

They shuffled into their seats, unsure and trepid. The servants gave them their drinks and smokes, and Sofia positioned herself tactfully beside me.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to jettison the niceties and small talk and get right down to business.” I said, “The aristocratic banter is… well, you all might find it scintillating, but it’s wholly dull for someone of my tastes.”

The six barons exchanged looks. Ralian, a slight and meager-looking man, was the first to speak. “My lady… uh, what is it exactly you want to discuss?”

“I believe Lady Droughtius informed you of the night’s topic?”

“Yes, of course. The uh… the war.” Julian said, struggling to keep his eyes off the thing moving beneath my dress. I crossed my legs, and his eyes widened. He was a rather effeminate man, and I could practically smell his bi-curiosity from across the room.

“You’ve all been to court; you know my position on the war.” I said, “I am, and always have been for peace. The coalition I’m forming with Lady Droughtius is one with the singular goal of convincing either Queen Tiadoa or Lord Ternias to sue for peace, and prevent this disaster from becoming any worse. You lords of Feractianas have felt keenly the unseen effects of war. A population pressed to the limit can become a greater enemy than the one on the frontline, and now your province is in uprising.”

“And you offer a solution?” Simian asked. Muscular and chiseled he was, and calm in his demeanor. An athlete, obviously, and undoubtedly the star of his team. By the easy set of his eyes, he seemed a man who hadn’t needed his titles and wealth to open a woman’s legs.

“The solution is quite simple,” Yenciata growled, “we capture that Esmerelda bitch, draw and quarter her before the populace, and send a piece to the four townships of Feractianas!” Here was a man molded in snobbish aristocracy, one who cared more about his competition losing than his own victories. I had a good idea of what his tastes would be.

“Yes, quite simple.” Ralian rolled his eyes, “Why haven’t we done it already. Oh, because she has a thousand killers, and we have manservants and bodyguards.”

“Her ‘killers’ are but women and geriatrics.” Yenciata scoffed.

“They are very angry women and geriatrics, my lord.” I said gently to him, “And they will soon be very hungry. It will not be long before Esmerelda decides that your manors and estates are prizes worth taking. If you want to kill a rebellion, it must be done with overwhelming and brutal force. Lord Huntiata is an associate of mine. As of now, he holds the largest domestic force in the Highlands.”

“The watch is on strike.” Glecian said. He seemed a man a few words, but there was an easiness to him that bespoke a quiet confidence.

“Until they are paid, and I have made arrangements.”

Karlan leaned forward. “You’re saying that Huntiata would be willing to lend men of the watch to help with this rebellion?” Lord Karlan had kind eyes and a gentle face, and looked upon me with a puppy-like longing. I could not help but smile at him.

“I’m saying that he might. Queen Tiadoa certainly won’t lend her royal guard to assist you, and Ternias keeps his only domestic garrison stationed at Castle Thorum. All other troops are on our border, being needlessly slaughtered for our country’s vanity.”

Sofia cleared her throat. “Huntiata would obviously want concessions from Lord Feractian. Your lord has a joint holding of an old copper mine with Lord Xantian. It is abandoned, and the prospects are bleak since vampires have moved in across the river. It is of little worth to you, but of interest to him.”

Yenciata lit a cigarette. “And what of Lord Xantian? The mine is on his property. Our joint holding is more of a lease than a partnership.”

“We just need a legal in-route.” I smiled, “What will Xantian do when a score of armed men sequesters the mine with a signed document claiming Huntiata’s ownership? The sniveling shit will whine in court, and not a single person will give a damn.”

That drew a few laughs, and the barons’ postures began to ease in their seats. The wine they were drinking was particularly strong, and within it, was just a touch of succubus extract. Not enough to addle the mind, but enough to lower inhibitions and negate any effects the alcohol might have on their libido. Well, it would do more than just remedy incontinence. Even now, I could see a few of them strategically crossing their legs.

I swirled my wine, and shifted lasciviously in my chair, drawing my eyes slowly across the men to make sure I had their undivided attention. I imagined that when I spoke, they weren’t so much focused on the words I said, but the shape my lush lips made, and the sweet tenor of my voice as it dripped from my throat and tongue. “The partnership I have with Huntiata will make him very rich, and indeed, it will make you all very rich as well. Alkandra is a virgin whore waiting to be fucked, and I’m the only person in the Highlands who can get you inside of her. I’m not talking about the paltry thousands Ternias will offer you from the Lowlands. I’m talking about millions. In a country whose coffers are empty, what do you think millions will buy you?”

Their eyes sparkled at the thought as they stared at me, a monument of opulence and debauchery, gold decorating my very flesh. I stood up slowly, letting the dress drape between my legs, my wide hips sneaking from the slits in its side, my thick bronze thighs coming after. I walked on high heels to the center of the parlor, and assessed each man with an imperious gaze.

“Yes, you’ll be titans here in the Highlands, but what worth will your wealth be? Have you ever seen a jewel like me before?” I looked down at Karlan.

“No, my lady.” He said hoarsely, his erection practically bursting through his pants.

“I am priceless.” I hissed, “Unobtainable for even a mountain of gold.” I looked down at Glecian, and slowly pathed my eyes to his crotch. “There is only one thing I want in this world. Do you think you have it, Lord Glecian?”

“Yes.” He said, his eyes possessed of me.

I smirked at him. “I’m not so sure.” My eyes wandered to Ralian. “What can a high-elf man offer a creature such as I?”



“Everything.” He said, staring worshipfully at me.

“Everything?” I chuckled, turning my gaze on Julian, “I’ve had orcs, succubi, vampires, warlocks and the Dark Queen herself. Your ‘everything’ amounts to very little.”

“Won’t need much for a slut like you.” He growled.

I grinned at him, ran my hand through his blonde hair, balled my fist, and yanked it back. His eyes shown with unsureness, and I sneered at it. “All bark and no bite. You’ll grovel at my feet!” I snarled, then smiled gently, and caressed his jaw. He melted in my touch, and I winked at him.

I turned to Simian, who looked upon me coolly. “What about you, my lord? Do you think you have what it takes to please an Alkandran?”

“I do.” He said simply, and I didn’t doubt it, for he said it with such ease.

“And you, Yenciata?” I asked with a raised brow.

Yenciata sat with his hands in his lap. He looked me up and down, then unbuckled his belt, and pulled it from its loops. Watching me intently, he wound the leather strap around his fist, then snapped the slack with a crack. “I know what you want from me.” He said softly.

“Indeed, you do.” I smirked, then looked at the rest, “All of you know what I want. It’s what you want. It’s who you are. Grovel like the worms you are, and worship me like the golden goddess I am. Grin like the devils you are, and ravage me like the filthy whore I am.” I undid one clasp of my dress, and let the silk gold cascade down my curves to reveal my mesh-chain bra, my nipple taut around the piercing. “Worship me,” I whispered, “ravage me. Come, gentlemen. I am yours until daybreak, and the night is still young.”

For a moment, they were still. They stared at me, each man unsure of himself, unsure of his place with me, unsure of his place with the others. I wondered if I’d erred critically somewhere along the way, but then Ralian broke the moment. He took a sip of his wine, place the goblet on the coaster, then descended to his knees, and crawled toward me. Like an indulgent goddess, I extended one leg to him, and he took my foot worshipfully in his hand. He undid the clasp of my shoe, then withdrew it to reveal my naked toes. He kissed them each with quaint pecks, then continued his kisses up my foot, past my ankle, and along my shin. There were gentle hands upon my shoulders, and I looked over to see Karlan carefully taking off my dress. He slid his hand beneath the padded shoulder that still remained, and pushed it from its perch. My dress cascaded down my body, revealing in full the mesh-chain gold bra, my sculpted bronze abdomen dusted sparsely with golden glitter, and my mesh-chain panties.

There was another moment of stillness. All the men in the room stopped and stared at the organ between my legs. I felt a rush, and my heart accelerated in my chest. It was not fear that gripped me, nor embarrassment, nor even anxiety. In place of those things that would’ve seized a weaker creature than I, was a thrill. My bow-tied and glittered cock became hard, rising beneath the drape of gold links until it was pointed straight forward.

“Well, Ralian?” I whispered to the man who had just been kissing his way up my thighs, “Will you not worship me?” I snaked my fingers through his blond hair, and smiled warmly at him. “Can’t you see how you please me?”

“Yes, my lady.” He whispered hoarsely. Watching my throbbing member, he continued to kiss his way up my thighs, moving into the sensitive swaths between them. My pussy was flushed and leaking by the time he got to it, and he pathed my labia with his butterfly caresses. I moaned splendidly when his tongue entered me, his nose upending my cock so that it lay across his face. He gauged me from between my legs, his tongue moving within me, learning my secrets by the expressions on my face, and the drawn-out rumble of my moans.

Karlan moved once more, broken from his trance. He planted a kiss on my collar, and ran his hands smoothly down my sides. His fingers traced the contours of my abdomen, then converged on the lines of my pelvis. They stopped just before my cock, unsure and cautious.

“Does it frighten you so?” I chuckled, snaking my other hand in his hair, bringing his face into the vulnerable bow of my neck.

He planted a tingling kiss there, and inhaled my scent. “No,” he whispered, “but I don’t know how to touch a woman like you, my lady.”



“You’ve touched yourself thousands of times in your life, Lord Karlan.” I giggled, and playfully gnawed on the point of his ear, “You’ve been practicing just for this moment.”

He laughed with me, and eased his left hand around my hip to gently grasp my cock. I gasped slightly, giving him a touch of feminine reactiveness to ease him into the act. He elevated the organ from Ralian’s face, revealing the man eating my pussy.

“That’s it.” I whispered encouragingly to both of them, then looked at Karlan over my shoulder, “Well, are you just going to hold it?”

“No, my lady.” He said, and slid the bow off my shaft with one stroke. I held his downstroke back with a staying finger, then tilted my head forward to let a sting of saliva extend from my lips, and pool upon my shaft. When the string broke, I collected the tendril connected to my lips with my finger, and brought that finger to Karlan’s mouth. He wrapped his youthful lush lips about my knuckle, and drew sensually from it. The glistening salivary strand bridged his mouth when I withdrew my finger, and I shorted the bridge with a craning neck until our lips were connected.

As Ralian kissed my lower mouth, Karlan kissed my upper. He was a romantic in every sense of the word, seeping his passionate consumption of me with his desires for intimacy, holding me in the frame of his body as he stroked my shaft with a gentle, but firm grip. In all my life, I had not known what it felt like to be with a man like that. The prototypical boyfriend experience; as a gay woman, I had never wanted it, and as a hermaphroditic freak, I thought it to be wholly mundane, but I was surprised that I enjoy it. I nestled myself in his arms, savoring the protective shell he created, moaning in congruence with the motions of his hand as it slid up and down my shaft. Precum bubbled from my tip, drawn out by the loving pressure of his grip, and he was not afraid to use it to further grease his pleasure of me.

I balled my hands in Ralian’s hair, and eased atop his face, making a stool of it so that I could arch by back against Karlan, and feel his cock through his pants. I gave him an appraising smile over my shoulder. “Let me feel it.” I whispered.

He undid the lacing of his trousers, and they fell to his ankles. His cock sprung between my cheeks, and nestled into my crack. I savored the way it pulsed against my anus, the aperture winking with readiness to be filled, but I stayed my gluttonous desire, and instead turned my eyes upon Lord Julian. It was time to get him into the mix.

The lord was kneeling on the carpet, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his hairless chest, his pants gone, exposing his slender and frail legs, and even more pathetic cock. It wasn’t that small a penis, it was a half-inch longer than mine, but he did not carry it with pride. He thought it underserving, and indeed, he thought himself underserving. Maybe it was a complex of his character, I did not know, but I did know that it was his sexual identity. He wore his belt around his neck like a leash, and he waited for me like a dog. I loved him a little for it.

“Come, boy.” I snapped at him. He crawled to me, and I wound the leash around my hand, and pulled it tight. He lurched against my hip, nearly knocking into Ralian, who was so ensconced in my pussy that he noticed naught else.

“Yes, Mistress?” Julian blubbered.

“Hmm, not Mistress, boy; ‘Your Holiness’ will do for you.” I wrapped the leash until I was practically strangling him, and saw the desire burn hot in his eyes, “Say it, boy.”

“Yes, Your Holiness.” He croaked.

I smirked at him, my lips parted to expire pleasured breaths as my nethers and loins were placated. “You will not touch my pussy.” I whispered coldly to him, “You will not touch my cock. The only part of me that you are fit to please, is my filthy asshole. And you will please it, boy, or I will discipline you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Your Holiness!” He growled, his face darkening with pressure.

“Good boy.” I sneered, and guided him behind me. He crawled between Karlan’s legs, and nuzzled his snout between my cheeks. Not using his hands at all, he sniffed and snorted his way through my crack, licking and lapping like the mutt he was until my cheeks had consumed his face entirely, and his tongue found my anus. I sighed contentedly, shifting my weight back to open my sinful aperture, making a seat of Julian’s face, and giving Ralian’s neck a reprieve. Both their tongues moved inside me, both worshipful and doting, pleasing every part they could reach. I shifted my weight back and forth, groaning indulgently, resting my back in the protective embrace of Karlan, feeling every-bit the golden goddess they saw me as. Their tongues slithered together against my membranous division, and they massaged it in circles, turning my nethers into a quaking vacancy, my walls saturating with desire, the emptiness singing through me.

I moaned splendidly, arching my back against Karlan, the cock in his hand becoming harder, the drip of precum becoming more frequent. My motions were languorous and seeped in luxuriance, every motion an indulgence; every curl of my finger, ever bosom-heaving sigh, every stretch of my abdomen and legs dripping with a selfishness I rarely exhibited in sex, but now was celebrated for it. I had to do nothing. I was only there to be pleased. Karlan’s other hand came up to squeeze my right breast, Ralian’s hands came around to grip my ass and open it around Julian’s face, and Julian’s hands stayed firmly in his lap where they belonged, for he was not allowed to touch me. Those who could touch me, kneaded my supple flesh lovingly, each point of pressure sending tenors of pleasure up my spine. I undulated softly upon my throne of men, oscillating my hips upon their faces, lifting my feet off the floor and trusting in their oral perches to keep me aloft. With nothing but their mouths to carry my weight, the ecstasy of their lips and tongues was accentuated.

I laughed through expirations full of heavy breath, and I closed my eyes, bringing Karlan’s mouth to my throat, beckoning him to suck upon the vulnerable column. He did, sensually drawing his lips in a path down my collar, making me tilt my head up to the ceiling in pleasure. Ah, the pleasure. Never had the word been expressed with such surfeit, for I was fed it to the point of swelling, and had to give none in return. My pleasure was their pleasure, and the more I moaned and groaned, the more I sighed and gasped, the more they worked to bring me to the precipice.

The tingles in my pussy became a churning of delight, the titillation of my anus became a tremor in my rectum, the gradual pulse of my cock became a spasming of my loins. The pleasures comingled within me, ballooning gradually with the gentles motions of my lovers, building and building until I was breathless with it, unconsciously heaving to and froe upon my seat of male mouths, consuming their worshipful tongues with my gluttonous holes. I cried out, my head falling back upon Karlan’s shoulder, my neck craning above my jutted chest as my bosom ballooned with my expanding breaths of exaltation.

“Yes!” I cried, “Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”

And they obeyed, keeping their pace within me and upon me, wriggling their tongues, stroking their hands, moving in tandem with the silent commands of my body until every wish was fulfilled, and I was bursting. My cock spurted thick jets into Karlan’s hand, my pussy fountained into Ralian’s mouth, and my ass clenched in spasmatic contractions around Julian’s tongue, sucking him hard against my pulsating prostate. I danced with gyrating hips and a flexing belly, expelling the ecstasy through my navel, sounding out every sensation with peeled-open lips, and a satisfied grin. They held me aloft like the goddess I was, finally at home in the paradise I belonged in. Then the sensations dwindled, and my selfless lovers receded from me, gently putting me down, and backing away.

They had left me to the wolves. Simian watched me with hunger in his eyes, Glecian had a cruel glint to his blue gaze, Yenciata’s stare was cold and merciless, and a chill crawled up my spine when I connected my eyes with it. I felt the change come over me without having to effect it. The curve of my lips—which had been upturned in luxuriant ecstasy—was now gone, replaced with lips parted in concern. The lazy cast of my eyes was gone, now replaced with flitting, frightful glances. The languorous position of my body moved into a kneeling display of hunched shoulders, my head slowly bowing demurely. I was shivering, but the room was warm with fire and flesh. My heart raced, my hands became clammy, and my belly filled with fear, but my cock was rigid with excitement, and my pussy was wet and pulsing with the thrill of what was to come.

Yenciata stepped forward, and snapped his belt. I cringed in fright. He circled me, and the others followed suit, assessing my subservient posture, studying my nervous hands, drinking-in my beautiful curves, now cast in submission.

“Alkandran whore.” Yenciata hissed, low and sultry was his voice, “An abomination. A spawn of the devil herself. Gentlemen, they teach us in church to always be kind to your fellow man, even to your enemies, but this thing is not made from god. We can do whatever we want to it.” He draped the belt over my shoulder, and I whimpered. Leaning in, I could smell his wine-saturated breath when he said, “And you’ll beg for it, won’t you?”

“Yes.” I confessed with a shaking breath.

Yenciata chuckled, then looked up at the gentle trio who had finished pleasuring me. “This is your goddess?” He sneered, and wrapped his hand around my jaw, forcing it open. He hocked and spit into my mouth, and my tongue came out to catch it. He laughed again, squeezing my cheeks to the point of pain. “Goddess…” He growled, “no, no, no. I’ve heard rumors of the hybrid rulers of Alkandra. I’ve heard they open their leg