Queen Yavara

BROCK

The Terdini village was gone. The imperials had burned it to the ground while we were away. As I stared at it, I was glad that they had. Seeing it empty when it would never be filled again would've probably broken me. More so than I was already broken, anyway. My feet had carried me here on muscle memory, and now they did not know where to take me. South? North? West was the Highlands, and East was the Lowlands, and I didn't want to see either ever again. South would take me past the Maples, into the Willows, the Palms, and the Tropics. I could probably make friends with the goblins there if they decided not to eat me. Though I'd heard there were spiders the size of cows down there, so... fuck that. North would take me back through the Tundra and to the Winged Mountains, where if I didn't die from the cold, the dragons would get me. Maybe a valkyrie would cut my head off. That would at least be a unique kind of death, and I'd get to see a nice pair of tits before the end.

"Well, that decides it then." I grumbled, and turned around. "North it is... what the fuck are you doing here?"

"What do you mean?" April asked.

"I told you to go back to camp!" I growled.

She cocked her head curiously. "But that's not where you are."

"THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT!" I roared. Her eyelids fluttered.

"Well, I can't leave you." She said simply, "You're my master."

"You're a fucking dog. Your master is whoever puts kibble in your bowl."

"I don't eat kibble!" She laughed, and produced a dead rat, holding it up proudly.

"For me?" I grumbled.

"Ah-ha." She nodded.

"Well... shit, I am hungry."

I roasted the rat on a spit while April watched me with her amber eyes. There was nothing but adoration in them, but it wasn't the kind of master-slave relationship Elena had had with her succubi. Though Yavara had turned the kitsune into a wanton slut, April was very-much of her own mind. I postulated that her canine instincts naturally bound her to one person, but then again, all my scientific musings were fucking stupid.

"You just gonna watch me eat it?" I asked her.

"I already ate one."

"I wasn't offering you any of mine. I just want you to look at something else."

"I'm not going to."

"Didn't I just fucking tell you to?!"

"You can tell me to get you food, you can tell me to find shelter, you can tell me to scout ahead for danger. You can tell me to get on my knees, you can tell me to bend over, and you can tell me to spread my legs. You cannot tell me where to look."

"Hmm." I grunted, "Stick your foot in your mouth."

"Why? Will it please you sexually?"

"Sure."

"OK." She grinned, her tail swishing excitedly behind her. In a feat of flexibility, she grabbed her foot, and stuck her toes in her mouth. She sucked them, watching me with those big amber eyes full of lust and love.

"Keep it there. It pleases me... sexually." I said, and enjoyed the rest of the morning in silence.

ADRIANNA

I knew a day had passed, because there was an enormous clock tower in the middle of the library. The great room was like a city of knowledge, the shelves looming overhead like skyscrapers, the rows wider than streets. We'd tried in vain to find a way out, but only accomplished getting more and more lost in the great library. There was one time when we thought Gloria was nowhere within a thousand yards of us, and Furia dared to begin transforming back. Then Gloria was suddenly at the far end of the row, watching us as her fangs grew from her upper lip. We would have no reprieve, and the craving was slowly gnawing at us.

The craving wasn't just a hunger. It roiled through my veins, burned like acid in my belly, cramped my muscles, and beat in my head. My mind was a slush of fevered thoughts and transient tangents that led me to stare blankly at nothing for hours on end. There were times when my tongue could not form the words I was thinking, and then there were worse times when I could not find the words at all. I was hyper-aware of the smell that wafted from Furia, the hybrid scent still fresh on her vampiric flesh. Oh god, not even in the depths of my worst carnal needs had I felt a desire so great. If she could change just for a moment, just for a little second... I only needed a little bite.

We were huddled together in a dark corner of the library, watching outward. Occasionally, we'd see Gloria way off in the distance, putting one tome away and selecting another. She didn't seem very interested in us, and was content with letting us have free range of her home. I was always taught to learn as much as I could about my enemy, but my enemy was not Gloria, and I didn't know how much longer I could fight myself.

*We need to rush her.* Furia wrote into the dust beside me.

*She'll tear us apart* I wrote back.

*It's our only chance.*

*If I'm going to do a suicidal charge, I'd rather do it after I've gone mad.* I wrote back, *While we still have our faculties, we need to use them.*

*There's no escaping her. There's no running from her. There's no outthinking her.*

*We haven't tried fucking her yet.* I wrote, and Furia laughed. It was a bitter, terrified laugh, and I hated to hear it.

Furia scribbled something between us, then pointed down to get my attention. I'd drifted off again. How long had it been? Three hours. Three hours just musing on that laugh of hers. What had she been thinking in all that... four hours. I snapped back to the present, and looked over at Furia. She was gazing sightlessly at the bookshelf in front of her. I looked between us.

*The light is astral here. No fire.* It wrote. Vampires could burn. They could burn like dry driftwood, and this place was pure fuel. Furia had flint and tinder in her belt. I tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to me. It was Gloria. She was grinning, holding the flint and tinder in her hands. She crushed it to dust with just a squeeze, a flame sparking and dying in her fist.

"All the knowledge you would destroy, and for what? Just to survive?"

"Where is Furia?!"

"Over there." She pointed to a balcony a hundred feet up and a hundred yards away, where Furia was mindlessly dancing to music only she could hear. Gloria chuckled. "My, she's a free spirit, isn't she?"

"And you're going to kill her."

"I've heard farmers often assign personalities to their bovine. Do they spare their herd come slaughter time?"

"Please! We're pregnant!"

"Only just. If you were later along, I'd keep you alive until the birth. I do so love veal." She chuckled sardonically, and read the messages Furia and I had written between us. Her brows went up. "I suppose you

could

try fucking me. That would be a novel method of escape." She grinned wickedly at me, "Perhaps the secret passage was between my legs the whole time, hmm?"

"We are a special species, born from the Dark Queen's own flesh. Our ways in the arts of lust are unparalleled. If you—"

"Stop." She rolled her eyes. "How many times have I heard something just like that? Nobody fucks like an: 'insert species here.' I've tasted Alkandi from the source, and there are far greater delicacies in the world. Your view is so small. Tenvalia is just one of fifteen continents on this planet. You didn't know that, did you? Balamora is your closest neighbor, and then there's the West Ocean, and then... well, for you, then the map just ends. There are places in the world of such magnificence, and you can only hear of them from travelers like me, and travelers like me are so rare. But the places pale in comparison to the people. You have high-elves, dawn-elves, and a unique offshoot of dark-elf here. What if I told you that there are hundreds of different kinds of elves? Some are taller than even you and I, some are small enough to fit in my hand; some are darker than night, and some are so pale that they would be lost in the snow."

"None of them are like me." I muttered, my vision beginning to become monochromatic red. Oh, all I had to do was flip the switch in my brain, and all would be well!

"Let me see for myself then." Gloria breathed on my neck. Her bust pressed against mine, her satin dress moving like liquid cloth between our bodies. When had I lost my clothes? Her hand was between my legs, her elegant fingers caressing me, not penetrating me, but just brushing my petals, teasing my clit. "You're so hot here." She moaned in my ear, "Even as the blood leaves you, your body prioritizes this over your sanity. You have succubus in you." She kissed my throat so tenderly, her tongue teasing the spot where she would kill me. I could not help myself. I tilted my head to receive her gentle predation, and I groaned as her fingers slowly pushed inside me.

"Please..." I breathed.

"Show me what you are, Adrianna Alkandra. Death is just the passing between moments. Let me make that passing the most pleasurable experience of your life. You thought the Dark Queen knew how to touch a woman? She knows nothing."

Her long fingers pressed against my moist ceiling, and massaged me all the way to my core. Her thumb danced with my clit, engorging it from its hood. She didn't do anything differently than any other person who'd touched me, but the way she touched me awoke my senses like I'd never known before. Every purposeful application of pressure sent a storm through my nerves, and my legs parted on their own accord, my heels pressing into the floor, my pelvis elevating. She bit me and injected her venom, and my fevered mind drowned in its intoxication. It was nothing like Titus's venom, which gave me localized pleasure at the injection point. This was a melting of my mind, an electrifying of my synapses, turning every sensation into a world of ecstasy. I did not know my body could feel such heinous delights! I was weeping in her arms like a babe, writhing beneath her touch, bending my whole body about the bow of my neck so that her vampiric kiss was the axis of my being. But through all of it, the craving remained, thrumming against my temples, gnawing in my veins, burning in my belly.

Change for me.

She whispered in my fading psyche,

This existence does not end with your life. You will go on, Adrianna. There's no need to hold on so tightly. Let go. Let me send you beautifully on your way.

She snaked the fingers of her other hand through my hair, tickling the roots, stimulating my scalp. Gently, she collected my black mane, and pulled just enough. My head fell limply under her control, no strength left in my neck as she poured her sweet narcotic into my body. I turned to her, and all I could see was an ocean of red. Not my veiled vision, but the ruby depths of her eyes. They were ever-changing, the truth of the world somewhere in their bottomless reaches, a pleasure, a comfort, a surrender that felt like freedom. Oh, it was death, and I wanted to slip so serenely into its cold blackness. I flipped the switch, and my body changed.

The craving left me immediately, and my mind came roaring back. For a moment, I surged into life with terror raging in my mind, but then I felt her. My body was so small in her arms, and now she held me almost like a babe, but for her fingers inside me. Now there was no room for them to move, and my violation was so complete that I could hardly breathe with the fullness of it. Yet it was still every-bit as pleasurable. More so. The toxin she'd injected into took over my body worse than succubus venom, making every muscle gelatinous, every fiber loose and warm, radiating through my flesh from the inside. Her pinky traversed the saturated length of my taint, and pushed into my ass. My anal ring sucked it in greedily, and she squished the division of my holes with her long digits, kneading those spots along its swath to perfection. I could not fight it. I groaned in utter defeat, and nestled myself into her bosom, taking one alabaster breast from the constraints of her bodice to suck from the pink moist nipple. My eyes never left hers, those depthless pools of red, hungry and wanton, and yet, there was such a comfort there.

Thank you, Dearest, for giving me this gift.

She said into my mind, and her fangs grew.

I gasped, feeling not the pain of my throat being pierced, but the penetration of a new erogenous place. Who knew being eaten alive could be so sensual? As I nursed from her breast, and as she moved her slick fingers expertly within me, she drank the life from me. I moaned, my head bobbing in her hands, my eyes fluttering. Her pupils dilated. She began singing lullabies in my head. The pleasure swam between my legs, ebbing and surging like the tide. Not a violent sensation, but a smooth, easy ache of delight, pulsing, pulsing slower with my dying heart. My thoughts drifted to Furia. She was watching me from her balcony, leaning against it with great interest. But the beta wolf would not dare impede upon the meal of the alpha, and so she left me with Gloria, and waited, hoping to get the scraps.

BROCK

Once April finally caught on to the game, she was not pleased with me. She wasn't one of the silent-angry types, and I was berated ceaselessly about how I should be treating my stalwart companion. I took a swing at her when she got in my range, but she was lightning quick, and scrambled back just to yell at me some more. Only when a shadow crossed the sun above, did April's voice finally cut out. She turned into a fox and scrambled for cover, but I didn't bother to move. Whatever it was that was descending upon us, it would find me a very gamey meal. The winged figure landed silently behind me, and I reached into the fire, and casually grabbed the spit.

"Brock Terdini." The predator said.

I sighed. I knew that voice. "Arbor."

"Why are you here? What happened to your tattoos, hair, and eye?"

"I must've left them back at the Rift."

She sat on the log across from me, and with her long tail, she extracted April from the hollow of the wood.

"You need not fear me, little one." She said to the fox, and placed it in her lap. She stroked April with her delicate fingers, and April's tension eased, and she nuzzled herself into Arbor's lap. Arbor smiled fondly at the creature, which seemed strange for her. Last time I'd seen the forest spirit, she emoted like a tree. Now she almost seemed like a person.

"Take her with you when you leave." I grumbled, "See if Adrianna wants her back."

"She is bound to you now, Brock. A domesticated kitsune only has one master at a time, and the bond is nearly unbreakable. It took torture for Yavara to sever the connection between this beast and Thomas Adarian. She will follow you where ever you go."

"Great."

Arbor inclined her head inquisitively. "What did you do that has brought you here in such a state?"

"Yavara didn't tell you?"

"The queen and I do not talk much. All-in-all, we do not have much to say to one another." She paused, then said, "Alexa Jenania is dead."

"Who the fuck's that?"

"Someone beautiful in every sense of the word. I guess Trenok did not tell you about her."

"I guess not." I said, poking at the fire, "Why are you here?"

"Curiosity. You are an interesting man, Brock Terdini."

I sighed. "That's not my name anymore, and that's all you need to know."

She looked dispassionately upon me. "Brock, Yavara has claimed all the Midlands as part of Alkandra. If you have been exiled, which is the only explanation for your state, then you are trespassing on her lands. I will not get into a quarrel with the Dark Queen for your sake. You cannot stay here."

"I was just leaving anyway." I said, getting up.

"Where will you go?"

"I was thinking north, but fuck if it ain't cold enough already. South then, to the Cove. See if I can't join a Sea Serpent crew."

"It will be a hard life."

"Aye, well I'm a hard man, and life's never been easy for me. Raping, pillaging and drinking my way into a watery grave seems like a good way to end this story, eh?"

"It will be a hard life for her." Arbor said about April.

I snorted. "She's tough. Come on, little doggy. It'll be a pirate's life for us. Yo-ho-ho."

ADRIANNA

My eyes fluttered open. I was floating. All around me was warmth, wet and gentle. I groaned and tried to stand, but I could not command my limbs. They had succumbed to a pleasant lassitude that I did not have the will to fight. My heart beat slowly in my chest, barely pumping. Was I dead already? Was this the afterlife?

"Eat." The voice of God beckoned soothingly.

I was in a thermal reservoir, the steaming mineral water slowly cooking me. I was naked, and so was Gloria as she held me in her lap, my chin just above the water line, my head resting in the crook of her arm, her left breast becoming my pillow. Her supple belly and thighs were a bed for my buoyant body, and I could only snuggle into it for her warmth. I was so cold.

"Eat." She beckoned again, and placed a piece of bread in my mouth. I accepted it gratefully. I did not feel the hunger, but I knew I was starving. I knew the weakness I felt was me dying, but there was none of the pain or horror to compel my action. Only the ebbing of life from me, so graciously taken.

"I am not a glutton." Gloria chuckled, running her hands through my hair, "You and I will enjoy our time together, Adrianna."

"Furia?" I croaked.

"I'm here." Furia's faint voice answered. With what strength I had, I lifted my head. She was in Gloria's other arm, a weak smile strewn across her face. She was in her elf form, and there were gemstones imbedded in her temples, inhibitors to keep her from transforming. I knew they had been drilled into my skull as well, but I could not feel the pain.

"She changed when she thought I'd finish you off. A romantic gesture to be certain, but she need not have; I'd already had my fill of you. Now, eat."

Gloria fed me like I was a babe, putting the food in my mouth, cleaning off my chin when it spilled. She did the same to Furia, and Furia dutifully and gratefully ate from her killer's palm. My arm floated away from me, and I touched fingers with Furia from across Gloria. Our hands clasped together, assuring the other that we were together in this finale of our lives. Gloria rose from the reservoir, carrying us in each of her arms. She placed us face down upon towels laid across plush pillows, and we sank splendidly into the softness, our faces turned toward one another. There were two holes in Furia's neck, bloodless wounds that went deep. I knew they were in my neck as well, but I could not feel the damage done, only the weakness of it. Gloria knelt beside Furia, and began massaging her back. Her long fingers worked easily through muscle and sinew, and Furia purred in pleasure, closing her eyes to savor it. Gloria smiled, then slid her alabaster body down, gently squeezed Furia's buttocks, and spread them. Furia opened one twinkling blue eye, and smiled at me as Gloria planted her mouth between Furia's cheeks.

"Oh, sweet god." Furia croaked. Her grip on my hand tightened, but it was still so weak. Gloria's face was consumed by Furia's flank, but I could tell by the way her long neck tensed that she'd bitten Furia, and was injecting her venom deep into the erogenous zone. Furia whimpered, her brow furrowing. "It feels so good." She confessed to me, "Her tongue, Adrianna... her lips... there's nothing I can do..."

Gloria's hands spread out around Furia's hips, so large that they spanned her entire body. She gently grabbed her by the waist, and rolled her over. Our hands broke, then reconnected once Furia was on her back, her manhood so engorged that it was purple.

"Yessss." Furia hissed as Gloria elevated Furia's pelvis to feast on her anus. The vampire's magnificent body was bowed in a deep arch, her succulent glutes bulging in the air behind her, her red predator eyes gazing up at Furia. The clenches of Furia's hand told me the intensity of her pleasure, and when her knuckles went white, I knew she was coming. Unable to move in her incapacitated state, she could only sob with delight as her cock spewed thick ropes of cum onto her belly, breasts and face, each spurt encouraged by the probing of Gloria's merciless red tongue. But the vampire was not done desecrating my love. She shifted her face upward, and burrowed her slippery appendage deep into Furia's womanly slit.