Zander's hands moved from my hips to my breasts, cupping both and squeezing gently. I moaned as his fingers toyed with my nipples, my power-wrought stare softening to allow the new dynamic. Zander sat up and brought his mouth to one of my breasts, taking the nipple while he sank his fingers deep into my flesh. I rested my chin atop his head, running my fingers through his black hair, groaning delectably as he nursed from me, his thick cock driving into me as I drove down onto him, my legs tightly wrapped around his hips. He released my breasts and ran his fingers through my hair, taking the back of my head and guiding our faces together. We locked lips and entangled out tongues, exploring each other's mouths once again. I pulled Zander's head backward so that my face was atop his, taking control of the oral embrace. Zander traced his hands down my sides, his thumbs brushing past my nipples as his hands traveled from my chest to my hips. He gripped my cheeks and spread me open, prodding my weak spot with his fingers. Our lips unlocked when Zander sunk two fingers from each hand into me, forcing a slutty moan from my mouth.
"I guess somethings never change." Zander smirked as pulled his hands apart, causing my pussy to gush, eliciting a cry of pleasure.
"You bastard." I smiled back before pushing his face into the bed. "You know," I said mischievously, "when I was in that body of yours, I remember you enjoying something similar."
Concern flashed across Zander's face as I reached backward. "Wait a seco-" I pushed a finger into his ass and drove through his taut heat, searching for his prostate. I found it sure enough, as evidenced by the slackening of his face, the abject surrender written across it. "You fucking bitch." He groaned.
"That's quite a thing to call your queen, Zander." I said through giggles, quite enjoying his reaction.
"This never leaves the tent, Yavara."
I leaned forward and kissed him. "Never." I said, smiling.
"Well I'm telling fucking everyone." Brock's voice boomed into the tent. Brock stood their grinning from ear to ear, his hands filled with bark.
"And you said I had bad timing!" Zander's snapped.
"You know Zander, I ran like a fucking maniac through the forest looking for willow bark to save your life. And now I come back here, sweating like a pig and worried to death, only to find you fucking the queen. So, you can take this bark and shove it next to Yavara's finger, you ungrateful prick." Brock threw the bark on the ground and stormed out of the tent, stopping only to say to me, "It's good to see you have returned, my queen."
I turned my attention back Zander, who was still angry about the encounter. "At least you didn't ask him to join." He said through gritted teeth.
"What, you don't like to share?" I said, smiling as I played with the wizard's ass.
Zander responded by sticking the rest of his fingers inside of me, forcing me to lurch forward to accommodate the delightful shot of pain that arced up my spine. Zander grinned. "I'm a selfish lover."
Zander drew himself upward until we were both vertical above the hips, my breasts pillowing his chest, our bellies seeping their warmth into one another. I rode his lap as he thrusted, our movements limited by the lock of our legs, but the penetration deep and intimate. He withdrew a hand from my ass and put it against my lips, and I accepted him into my mouth, sucking on two of his fingers and gazing lustfully into his eyes, enjoying the decadent filth. I moaned around his fingers as I continued to suck them, the rhythm of our movements increasing, our bodies slickening, the exertion flushing our faces. We were coming.
Our cries rose in a crescendo, our motions becoming frantic, driven by the sensations roiling within us. I drove myself downward with each of Zander's thrusts, trying to take every inch I could. I clenched around his cock and fingers, gluttonous in my need to be filled, sucking his invasions deeper into my vile innards. We heaved as one, staring rapturously into each other's eyes, moving like a beast of four legs. We reached the apex, my body shaking and convulsing, Zander's pressing as though trying to merge with me. He growled in my ear as he thrust upward, lifting my body off the ground, leaving me straddled across his bridge, pierced to the limit by his weapon. I shrieked my delight, my back arching, and I sprayed my release. I could feel his prostate pulsating wildly against my finger, and I massaged the organ, bringing it to a roil of spasms. Zander let out a cathartic roar, and emptied himself into my womb, sounding the final note of our symphony.
We collapsed in a heap, panting with exhaustion, the dopamine soaking into our minds. The energy rush that had consumed me earlier subsided, though I could feel it still within me, as though it was a dormant beast ready to be awakened. I pulled myself off Zander, relishing the feeling of his hot seed running down my leg. He turned over to me, putting a loving hand on my hip, and I leaned over and pressed myself to his front, enjoying the comfort of his body on mine, our eyes locked.
"Now that you got that out of your system, I'm guessing you have a lot of questions for me." Zander said as he traced my outline with his hand.
"I don't know where to start." I laughed.
"What do you remember about your transformation? Tell me, and I'll help you make sense of it."
"At first it was painful, like there was fire beneath my skin. I could see my heart beating through my chest, as though my flesh were paper-thin. Then my head started to ache, and all my memories flashed through my head. I remembered things I had forgotten for years, things from when I was still a baby. Then other memories came to me. These memories were not my own, and they weren't as detailed. They were like fragments of memories, like some hallucination brought about by a fever dream. Most of them were horrible." I stopped as I recalled the abhorrent things my past selves had endured at the hands of my own people. Such pain, such merciless hatred, and why? "Why did the high-elves do that to them -to me?" I asked, tears welling in my eyes.
Zander ran a thumb across my cheek, wiping the tear from my face. "You can't know the hatred they had for you, Yavara. It wasn't just that Alkandi split their kingdom in two, but how she did it. You know how the high-elves think about beasts. Now imagine the greatest armies in the world, the pride of a nation built upon pride, defeated and disgraced at the hands of brainless brutes, led by the abomination of your own race. Alkandi desecrated the notion of high-elf superiority over all humanoids, and indeed, brought to question if high-elves were even the superior of their own race."
"Yeah, that would do it." I muttered, having felt that same sense of elven pride myself.
"After Alkandi died, Alkandra fell to ruin." Zander continued, "The factions that she united began to war with one another. Even her own descendants would fight each other for power. The high-elves took advantage of the chaos and moved in. The divided armies of Alkandra fell one by one. The beasts dispersed to the Great Forest, becoming wild once more, forming tribes instead of cities, and villages instead of kingdoms. Decades passed, and all evidence of Alkandra disappeared; either reclaimed by the forest, or destroyed by the high-elves." Zander held me closer, his eyes filled with memory. "Years later, I received a message from a centaur chieftain. His dark-elf wife had birthed a daughter with orange eyes. I rushed over to their mountaintop village and found you; you were called 'Teradreana' then. We concealed you from the world until you were of age, and then we set out to unite neighboring clans under your banner. We built up a sizable force, but not nearly large enough to go head-to-head with the Highland armies. We raided villages, sacked small towns, and robbed caravans to build up a treasury. Eventually the high-elves sent out a contingent to deal with us. We were ambushed during a raid, and you were captured. When the high-elves found out who you really were, they were terrified. They tortured you for answers, and when you could give them none, they tortured you for fun." Zander's face paled, "They displayed what was left of you on the ramparts of Castle Thorum. They said you lasted for weeks."
