Queen Yavara

Chapter Sixty

YAVARA

The first thing I noticed when I awoke, was the familiar warmth of hair atop my head. It was strange, but the most jarring part of being burned half to death was the feeling of cold air against my bald pate. The missing limbs and skin were somehow secondary, and so the recovery of those lost things came as a second realization to me. The third thing I noticed, was that I was in my room in the high tower of Castle Alkandra. The fourth thing I noticed, was that Leveria was hovering over me.

"Wake up, sleepy-head," she crooned softly; her trademarked smirk strewn across her black-sheened lips.

I blinked in the afternoon sunlight. "How?" I croaked.

She took my hand in hers, and examined it carefully, "I found you beneath a pile of dead Zander. Most of you was already gone, so I had to make the rest from scratch." She turned my hand over, scrutinizing every detail, "It was my first foray into healing, so don't judge me too harshly."

I curled the fingers on my regrown hand, marveling at how it felt. "Where were you?" I whispered.

"Zander and I hatched a plan. We couldn't let anyone else know about it, even you."

"I guess it worked then."

"Of course it worked, Yavara. All my plans work."

I smiled weakly at her. "You sure took your time."

"Well, I had to learn how to fucking fly. No small feat."

"I didn't know pigs could fly."

"Ha. Ha. Ha." She flicked my nose, "If I knew you were going to be an ungrateful cunt, I would've left you to rot."

"I am grateful, Leveria."

She raised one of her brows. "How grateful?"

"Not that grateful."

She snorted. "Whatever, bitch. I got a new toy anyway." Leveria turned toward the bedroom door, and called, "You may see her now, Your Highness."

The bedroom door opened, and in walked King Arthur Dreus. He was dressed in his stately military regalia, and flanked on both sides by stout Lowland guardsmen.

"What the fuck...?" I groaned.

"King Dreus and I found common ground." Leveria said.

"He didn't seem much in the mood for negotiation."

"I put him in the mood." Leveria smirked, "Your Highness, would you be so kind as to give us some privacy?"

"My liege..." one of King Dreus's guards began to object, but the king waved them away anyway. When they left the room, he closed the door behind him. Then he got on his hands and knees like a dog, and crawled across the floor. Leveria stretched out her hand, and King Dreus scampered happily beneath it, and growled pleasantly when she ran her fingers through his hair. She tousled his brown locks, then gave me a self-satisfied smirk when she saw my look of shock.

"How?" I croaked.

"Same way I broke Mother and Prestira. Men are much easier." She scratched him behind the ear, and he crawled into a docile ball at her feet.

"The mages will know." I said.

"There aren't many mages left." Leveria stroked her new pet down the spine, "Besides, I didn't use magic to break him. I never needed telepathy to get into someone's head. I just needed some alone time and a little liquid persuasion, and now the Lowlands belong to me." She patted her belly, and winked at me, "For many generations to come."

"It won't work."

"It already has."

"Your child will be a dark-elf. The Lowlands are a human nation."

"Semantics, dear sister." Leveria chuckled, "Nothing a few constitutional changes won't fix. Besides, all the Lowlanders ever really cared about is money, and I'll make sure this marriage is very profitable for the right people in Ardeni."

"Marriage?!"

"The most insidious form of conquest." Leveria giggled, "Oh, the Lowlanders will be

very

used to me by the time my poor husband dies in a mysterious fishing accident, won't they, Sweetie?" Leveria pushed her hand down the back of Arthur's pants, and the Lowland king grinned stupidly up at her as she pushed her fingers into his ass. "Such a good boy," she purred, "you're going to give me everything I want, aren't you?"

He nodded, then nuzzled his face into her lap, and moaned as she played with his prostate.

"Yeah, you like it back here, don't you, Sweetie?" Leveria whispered sardonically, "Just like that faggot brother I tricked Yavara into murdering. I guess being a little twink slut runs in the family. Do you like it when I shove my big fat cock in your little royal asshole?"

Arthur moaned into her lap, and nuzzled the bulge that was forming there.

"Such a good, good boy." Leveria crooned, "I'll have to neuter you to make sure you stay a good boy. Can't have ambitious bitches getting ahold of your royal seed, no, no, no." She pressed her fingers hard into him, and he bowed his back and whimpered in delight. "I'll be the one wearing the royal family jewels in this relationship, Sweetie. I hope you enjoyed your time inside of me, because it's the last time you'll be inside anyone else." She flexed her hand, and rolled her molesting digits inside him, and he gasped in pleasure. "You won't need that cock anymore either," She whispered heatedly as he wriggled in her lap, "but I'll let you keep it just so that you have something to play with while I fuck you in the ass!"

Arthur orgasmed with a cry, and collapsed against my sister. A dark spot formed in his pants, and spread about his crotch. Leveria toyed with his anus for a moment longer, then withdrew her fingers, and made the Lowland king clean them off. When he was done, he mewled and nuzzled the bulge in her pants, but she just shook her head, snapped her fingers, and pointed to the door. With an expression of puppy-like dejection, King Arthur Dreus receded to his haunches, and crawled moping to the door. Once there, he stood up, adopted a powerful royal posture, adjusted himself, and walked proudly out of the door. It slammed behind him, leaving silence in his wake.

Leveria pulled out a cigarette, and lit it between her lips. "That got you really wet watching that, didn't it?"

"Fuck you."

She eyed me knowingly. "Don't you wish you were him?"

"Fuck. You."

She sucked the butt until the embers were hot, then let the cigarette spin between her fingers until it was facing down. She purposefully lowered the burning square, and pressed the embers to my wrist. The heat and pain stabbed right into me, but I didn't go rigid with distress. No, I just arched my back from the bed, and moaned like a whore. A second later, her hand was between my legs, bunching the silken cloth of my gown into my crotch, petting me, stroking me, teasing the division of my slit with the pads of her fingers until the cloth between us was damp with my flow. Before I could even gasp, her mouth was on mine. Her lips opened my resistances easily, and her tongue snaked inside.

Oh, what a kiss. The moment I tasted her saliva, I was drowning in it. Moaning with need and undulating desperately, I took her into my embrace, and wilted submissively when she moved atop me. Her breath was in my nostrils, her fist was balled in my hair, and her fingers were snaking their way inside me, testing the elasticity of my salivating lower mouth, pushing the saturated cloth into me, so wet that I could feel the contours of her fingertips through it. I was awash in her lust, a willing slave to her every desire, a whore waiting on every nonverbal command of her body. Her weight suppressed me from above, her soft flesh squished and molded delectably to my every curve, and her hard cock pressed between our tummies, throbbing with such raging need that I could feel its heat through our clothes. I opened my legs wide for her, moaning and mewling into her mouth as her fingers did such exquisite damage inside of me. She touched me to perfection, knowing what I needed before I did, playing me like an instrument until I was thrashing beneath her and screaming into her mouth. I was coming. Every inch of my body was teeming with the desire for release, and so with what little willpower I had left, I pitched forward, and launched Leveria off of me.

She flew across the room, and sprawled out into a chair. Her skirt upended, and her erection stood rigid in her lap, pointing right at me. She stared at me with blazing orange eyes from behind a curtain of disheveled black hair. "You're a stubborn little slut, aren't you?" She snarled.

I levelled my finger at her, and ignited the point in blue flame.

She rolled her eyes. "Puh-lease, Yavara."

I got up off the bed, and walked toward the door, keeping my blazing finger pointed at her.

"Where are you going?"

"I did my part. Now I'm leaving."

"Be reasonable."

"There is no reasoning with you!" I growled, "You don't negotiate, you don't compromise; you get what you want no matter what. Isn't that why you showed me what you did to Arthur?

Wasn't it a threat?!

"

Leveria held out her hands amicably, "I've already told you what I wanted from you. Partnership and companionship. I don't want to conquer you."

I laughed.

"Do you need me to prove it to you?"

"There's nothing you can do to prove to me that you're anything but what you've always been."

"I've never professed to being a changed woman, Yavara, but I'm trying to find a way to keep you in my life without us destroying each other."

"I think we both know that's impossible."

Leveria cocked her head, and smiled dangerously. "Is that what you really think?"

"It's what I know."

She drew her eyes to the western window. "Look out there then."

I squinted at her, searching her mind for a trap, but there was nothing in her that conveyed deception. Keeping my finger leveled on her, I slowly backed toward the wall, and looked out the window. In the Alkandra Bay, the great Lowland man-o-wars had dropped anchor at the dock. Their ballistae and catapults were loaded, and the men who armed them were ready. I drew my gaze westward. There, across the Knife River, the golden ranks of the Highland army stretched along the banks, unaware that the ships on the seaward side of the city were trained on them. It would be a massacre.

"Well,

Your Highness,

" Leveria chuckled, and sauntered over to me, "should we renegotiate our deal, or are negotiations over?" She put her arm around my waist, kissed the point of my ear, and whispered, "I told you we were past these childish games of war and death, little sister, because I already won. You conceded that game when you revived me and gave me Alkandi. Like you said earlier, I've always been ten steps ahead of you."

Her tongue slithered into my ear, painting it with saliva, inundating me with an auditory deluge of sensuous slurps and licks. Her hand snaked down the small of my back, and slid down my ass. She extended her evil middle finger to divide my plump crack, burrowed between my split succulent cheeks, and pressed against my anus through the thin cloth of my gown. My sinful aperture winked reactively to her touch, my rectum relaxed and opened in anticipation, and I mewled in distressed pleasure as she tortuously circled my ring. What was it about being defeated that turned me on so much? Why did every nerve and neuron within me beg to submit to this woman, this soul I knew so well, this evil, sadistic, avaricious demon who had so plagued my life? I knew what she would do; she would debase me, humiliate me, torture me, consume me wholly.

But I will do it so flawlessly, Yavara,

she whispered into my mind, reading my broadcasted thoughts.

I will play you with such expertise and precision like no one else can. I will make you scream in pain and moan in ecstasy. I will take you to breathless heights and depthless lows. I will treat you like a slave, like a goddess, like a prisoner and a queen.

Her finger penetrated my anus, pushing the silk cloth of my gown inside of me. I collapsed against the window, my legs failing me. Oh, I needed to feel her flesh inside of me! The silken membrane between us was torture!

I'll never surrender to you!

I cried mentally as I whimpered with my mouth, seduced so thoroughly that I danced desperately against my pressing sister. Her cock was throbbing against my thigh, so hard and thick, blazing with the heat of her desire.

Yavara, Yavara, Yavara...

Leveria cooed lovingly into my mind, her voice so menacing, so comforting in its velvet flow as it formed the shape of my name.

You don't understand, do you? Surrender is your power. Submission is your control. Oh, sweet sister, you don't know what you DO TO ME!

Leveria's tongue left my ear, and trailed down the side of my face. I bowed my neck, enraptured by her possession of me, her cruel tenderness.

Give in to this. There's no need to fight it any longer. This world will be mine, but I will be yours.

"No." I breathed against the window, fogging the glass.

"Stop denying us..." She hissed like a serpent, withdrew her molesting finger, and grabbed my ass with both hands. Her digits sank into the succulent fat, and she spread me wide, flattening the silken skirt across my domes before pressing into my crack with her cock. Oh god... I felt her pulsing organ sliding back and forth between my cheeks, teasing me through the thin layer of fabric. Her bumps and veins contoured along my swollen anus, singing across the tender puffy flesh, whispering of the damage and ecstasy she could do to my favorite hole.

Leveria slid her cheek next to mine, molded her front to my back, and pressed her breasts and tummy into my curves until there was no space between us. She released one of my cheeks, grasped my wrist, and slid my hands between my legs. She didn't need to command me. She didn't even need to suggest. I rubbed the saturated spot between my legs, grinding against my erect clit through the filthy cloth of my gown.

"I won't rush you," she whispered, and began to fondle the hard points of my nipples, "I won't pressure you. You make the choice."

"You're not giving me a choice!"

"You can always choose the path you take, but the destination is always the same. Do you believe in destiny?"

"I know you don't!" I snapped, unable to overcome my whorish moans with my anger.

Leveria's mouth formed a smile against my cheek. "You're wrong. Just because I'm a pragmatist, doesn't mean I don't believe in predestination. I knew I was destined to rule this world, and so it is coming to pass. One way or another, before this day is over, I will rule the Highlands, Midlands and Lowlands of Tenvalia. It is inevitable now. What inevitability has life's course taken you to?" She pinched my nipples, and twisted them until I was crooning with delight, "I am the revelation at the end of your path, dearest sister. You were made for me!"

"No!" I whined, though it was such a slutty little objection that it was nearly an invitation. My back was bowed, my breasts were jutted forth, and my ass was pressed deep into Leveria's crotch, flexing around the thick piece of meat that divided my cheeks.

"Yavara..." Leveria whispered so softly into my ear. Her hands left my nipples, stroked my breasts, slid down my ribs, rounded my waist, and traversed my thighs until her fingers were hooked into the hem of my gown. She slowly slid it up my body, letting it tighten around my ass until it sprang to my hips, exposing my alabaster lewdness from the waist down. She pressed against me once more, molding flesh to flesh, sliding her raw cock into my salivating crack, rubbing it against my twitching anus. I whimpered and whined, looked back at her with desperate, supplicant eyes, and urged her to do it with all but my words. Leveria's gaze was wrought with the same kind of desire, so intoxicated with me that her pupils nearly filled out her orange eyes.

"Yavara," she whispered hoarsely, smelling the bowed length of my neck, "I need you to say you want it."

"Just rape me!" I begged.

"Oh, I will," she purred, "over and over and over until you're masochistic hunger is finally satiated. I'll beat you, humiliate you, debase you and torture you. I won't stop until you're so full of my cum that it leaks from every hole." She grazed her fingers along the converging lines of my pelvis, moving toward the furnace between my legs, "But I won't do it unless it's what you want. I will ignore every 'no' you ever utter, but first, you have to give me one 'yes.'"

It was on the tip of my tongue before a loud knock on the door cut through my lustful haze.

"You Highness?" The door guard yelled.

Leveria groaned against me, knowing the moment was lost. "What?!" she screamed back.

"I have a message from the queen of the Highlands for Queen Regent Yavara!"

"Queen of the Highlands?" Leveria mused, "This should be good. I wonder which military slut Ternias decided to marry?"

Leveria moved off of me, peeling our sweaty flesh apart. We both let out a disappointed sigh, but neither tried to reinitiate. She walked to the door, picked up the envelope that had been shoved under it, and examined the lettering on the front.

"

To Dark Queen Yavara Tiadoa Alkandi,

" Leveria read, "Well, someone needs to update their mailing list."

"Give it to me."

"I'll read it out loud to you."

"It's my mail!"

"Is it though?" Leveria raised a brow, "Because I'm fairly certain the sender cares more about the 'Dark Queen' part than the 'Yavara' part." Leveria opened the envelope, and unfolded the note written inside. "

Dear Yavara

—seems a bit informal if you ask me—

Dear Yavara, I hope this letter never gets to you. I hope you're far, far away, and that the deliverer of this message is sending it on an eagle that will scourge the horizons trying to find its intended. If you are reading this, I hope it is from some place you call home thousands of miles and many years from this time and place. I pray for this, because seeing you again will be the greatest pain in my life, and I have known great pain. If you are reading this from your tower in Alkandra, then I bid you to fly away right now, and do not look back. The Lowlanders blockade your bay from the docks themselves, and I block the entire western bank of the Knife River. Your horde is gone, and your city is destroyed. There is nothing left for you to fight for. Tell your people to lay down their arms, and surrender to the Lowland ships. The beasts must be taken back to Ardeni Dreus, for I fear that there will be no place for them in the Midlands. After the attack on Bentius—

"

"What?!"

Leveria held up her finger for silence. Her hands were trembling, but her voice was steady. "

After the attack on Bentius, I cannot allow these woodlands to ever again become home to orc tribes. The Midlands will be reconstituted into the reestablished elven empire. Once the wildlands have been pacified after many generations, the orcs will be allowed to return to their ancestral homes as civilized citizens. I have formally offered clemency to all hybrids of Alkandra, as well as full citizenship. Their stature with the tribespeople and connections with the Highlands will be instrumental in civilizing the new territories. In time, I suspect the territories will surpass even the kingdom itself, and become the crown jewel of Tenvalia. This will be your lasting legacy, but you cannot be part of it. The Dark Queen will never walk on Tenvalia soil again.

"

Leveria sniffled, and wiped her eyes. I felt a knot in my throat forming, and a chill crawling across my flesh. Leveria swallowed, and continued reading. "

By now, it is likely that you know who I am. You might feel the compulsion to rush out of your tower and seek me out. I beg you to stay that compulsion. I have ordered every mage, archer and swordsman to kill you on sight. Please understand that this order was not out of malice or hatred, but the opposite. I love you dearly, but my love for you and my love for my country have always been at odds, and now those loves are the direct antitheses of each other. You are a good woman, Yavara, but the Dark Queen is evil, and as the soon-to-be empress of the Highlands, I cannot allow that evil to persist. I have instructed my courier to tell me if this message was received by you. If I now know that you are in that tower, then I have already ordered my siege engines to load. If you are in that tower, you have until a quarter past the hour to fly away. Do not look back, Yavara. Writing these words is one of the hardest things I've ever done, but I mean them. You and I will never see each other again. I will always love you and the memory of you, and the knowledge that you still draw breath will give me comfort when I feel the acute pain of your absence. I hope I do the same for you. Love, Elena Straltaira, Queen of the Highlands.

"