Queen Yavara Ch. 06

Hey Zander, what are the chances Prestira loses her shit if I let her go? Yavara asked, her hands traversing Prestira's breasts to pull on the chain that linked them.

High. I do not recommend it, she's probably boiling over in that head of hers.

I'll ask her. Hey Prestira, if I give you back control of your body, are you going to be a party-pooper?

I don't know what Zander's talking about; I'm the girl who fucked him in front of all my patrons, this just seems like the next logical step. Look at you, you little entrepreneur, selling a possessed woman for coin. You know I want half the profits.

Of course. Yavara grinned around her vulgar kiss,You sure you won't be mad?

This cock in my ass feels too good to be mad. And the way your hips grind that dildo into me... let me out so I can enjoy my body.

My, my, Prestira. You turned into quite the anal slut.

I learned from the best.

Prestira's eyes quivered before coming back to life, avaricious and wild. She wrapped her hands around the elf's head and pressed herself closer, their kiss burning with passion. The two men leaned back and drove into the women with all their might, mercilessly smashing Prestira and Yavara's pelvises together, the dildo between them disappearing and reappearing between a blur of pale and bronze flesh. They dangled helplessly from the men as they were speared, their juices flowing down their cheeks and dripping onto the floor, their feet bouncing in the air. With a final growl, the men emptied their balls into the women, forcing their writhing figures together with a climactic thrust. Yavara and Prestira broke their kiss to scream in delight, their voices hoarse and their faces flushed, but their bodies exuberant in the dance of ecstasy. The men evacuated the women's holes without ceremony, semen splattering onto the floorboards below gaping rectums between cruelly-spread legs. They placed their costars back on their stools, and gave each an encouraging slap on the ass. Prestira giggled and locked her fingers with Yavara.

"This is so much fun!" Prestira said, her voice high with girlish excitement.

"And there's so many more to go!" Yavara laughed, her eyes filled with equal exuberance.

Four more men walked up to me, each of them pressing forty-five gold pieces into my hand. "We want everything."

Prestira looked at Yavara with a broad smile, her body shaking in excitement. Yavara led her by the leash, and Prestira followed compliantly, giddy like a maiden at her first ball, save for the limp in her step. I connected eyes with her from across the room, and her character broke for just a moment to deliver me an expression of familiar scorn.

Don't give me that look. Prestira frowned.

How can I not? This is so off-brand for you I'd say you were pretending, but even you're not that good of an actress.

I have many shades, Zander.

I gave her a frank look.You're a control-freak. Always have been.

Prestira returned my look with a helpless, unfettered smile. It was radiant.She makes me want to give up that control. Who knows what I'll do next? Prestira bit her lip excitedly,Even I don't know how far I'll go. She turned away from me without a look back, leaving me to stare bewilderedly -and a little wondrously- after her.

"How do you want us?" Yavara asked the men, a coy smile stretched across her face.

"We want to fill this bitch air-tight while you watch." One of them replied, gesturing to Prestira. For her part, Prestira blushed like the man had just given her a bouquet of flowers. Prestira...blushing?!

"Mmmmm, that's sounds fun!" Yavara grinned appraisingly at that man, then whipped her head around. "Prestira! Get on your knees you stupid slut!" Prestira immediately dropped to her knees, her eyes full of vulnerability. Who was this woman?

"That's right," Yavara said as she pressed her ass to one of the men, her hand reaching back to bring his face to her neck, "just a little whore ready to be filled, aren't you Prestira?"

Prestira nodded obediently.

"Come here, slave," Yavara said as she wrapped the leash around her hand, forcing Prestira to crawl to the elf, "come serve your masters."

Yavara's man sat on a stool, and hoisted her facing away her onto his lap. She took him easily into her womanhood, her dominant persona faltering to express her whorish relief with a soft moan. She soon regained her composure and straddled her man, dancing on his cock with a lecherous writhe that showed the athletic shadows of her belly. She dawned her imperious mask, and regarded the crawling witch with a look of utter contempt.

"Take the bitch."

One man grabbed Prestira by her chain and forced her upright, his cock prodding her lips. Prestira gazed up submissively, and complied. Not quickly enough, apparently, for the man impatiently pulled Prestira to him, forcing a gag from her throat when his entire length drove down her esophagus. I might've killed the bastard if I didn't know he was giving her exactly what she wanted. Another man positioned himself under Prestira and sunk his cock into her slit while the final man moved behind her and slowly pushed his extensive organ into her gaping anus. Prestira's muffled exaltation could be heard throughout the room, and the patrons cheered to see her so defiled. And me? Well, I was confused. On one hand, I was rocking a boner that could've cut diamonds, and on the other, I felt an odd... jealousy.

"Yeah, Prestira!" Brock yelled next to me, clapping his hands energetically. I glowered at him, and the cadence of his applause dwindled somewhat, before accelerating with a defiant sneer.

Yavara yanked on Prestira's leash, forcing her neck high and her back into a bow. Yavara settled onto her new throne while the man beneath her methodically drove, his impressive girth stretching her pussy wide.

"You should see yourself, Prestira." Yavara moaned delectably, acting as the queen of debauchery, "You look so happy with those cocks in you. A little slut in her natural state. Drive into her harder, boys; your slave is getting complacent." Her subjects obeyed without protest, plowing into my poor ex-wife until her eyes glazed over, her mind engulfed in the brutal passion, her body simply reacting on instinct. There was a moment, a mere millisecond when her eyes refocused, and from above the man she was sucking, she looked directly at me.

I'll stop if you want me to. She said,I'd hate you a little for it, but I'd do it.

You do what you want. I don't care. And even as I thought it, I cringed. If Prestira could smile, she would've been grinning from ear to ear.

Dinner tomorrow? She asked.

Prestira...

I can make the reservations; I know the perfect place.

We are not doing this.Ever. I said with such venom that I swore I saw Prestira flinch. Though her eyes were already glistening with ecstatic tears, they seemed to redden somewhat as they looked at me.

It's a dockside café by the harbor. The sunset shines on the bay, and it looks like the water is on fire. I'll get us a patio spot.

Maybe you should ask one of your new friends.

They have such great softshell crab. Her voice broke on the last word.

I looked to the ceiling despairingly, then back down at her. Something in me gave way when I gazed into those white sorceress's eyes. Though her body reacted with violent euphoria, and her expression was gaunt with her gluttonous sucking, her eyes were fixed pleadingly on me.

I haven't had seafood in a long time. I said with a rueful smile.

Her eyes shone like the sun.Will seven work?

Eight's better. I shook my head, chuckling to myself,You know, I'm not sure why, but I don't think I've ever seen you more beautiful than you are now.

Prestira blushed once again, making her even more gorgeous.Considering my current position, I'm not sure how to take that, Zander.

That cuckold fetish you accused me of having yesterday? Yeah, I think I might be developing it.

Well then... Prestira's eyes sparkled with that familiar teasing glint,Feast your eyes, Zander.

"...and you," Yavara's voice came into focus as she directed her attention to the man she sat upon, "you need fuck me harder than this, or I'll give you your money back and get someone else. You paid for everything, I want you to takeeverything!"

The man underneath Yavara did what she asked, lifting the elf up by her cheeks and pounding relentlessly between her legs. Yavara's eyes and mouth opened wide in shock at the man's unexpected ferocity, her neck striating with tension about a suppressed scream. Prestira squirmed in elation between the pressing bodies of her masters, their coalescence occasionally broken to reveal the meat stuffed perversely into her orifices.

"That's it boys, take that little bitch." Yavara gasped, barely holding on to her composure. The three men switched positions, rotating between Prestira's ass, pussy and mouth. Every time they pulled out, Prestira coughed in relief while her holes slowly contracted to their natural size, only for her mouth to be filled with the man that was just in her ass, and her holes to be stretched wide again. By the way she sucked her abuser, I could tell she found perverse decadence in the flavor of her shithole. She took him tenderly into her throat despite his raging thrusts, and gripped the shoulders of the man below her for dear life as he and his comrade tried to tear her in half from the inside.

"Don't let up on that fucking slut; she can't stand for a second not to have every one of her holes filled." Yavara moaned the order.

"You know what, Trish?" One of the men said as he pulled out of Prestira's mouth, "I'm sick of you telling us what to do."

The man walked over to Yavara and yanked her hair back, eliciting an aroused giggle from the elf.

"Have I been a bad little girl? Did I overstep myself?" Yavara asked in an innocent voice, her eyes full of provocation, her teeth excitedly biting her lower lip. She quickly shed her guise as the dominant mistress, and without preamble, she pressed her heels into a rung of the stool, evacuated her pussy with a cry, then squatted atop her throne, and took the cock deep into her retightened exit. She shuddered when she hit bottom, closing her eyes to relish her favorite activity. When she opened her lids, she revealed a lustrous, wanting stare. Oh, Yavara could be submissive, but even in submission, she would get what she wanted. No man alive could deny that stare. She forked her fingers about her lover's lips, revealing her oozing depths to the man before her. "Then put me in my place." She hissed. They did.

A few seconds later, Yavara hung helplessly in the air between the men, her cries growing more intense with every simultaneous thrust they delivered. Nectar flowed freely from her nethers, dripping from the bridge of her holes and splattering the floor below. Prestira's voice joined Yavara's over the grunts and groans of the men, and the two doubly-penetrated women came a third time, their defiled bodies quivering and kicking with the convulsions. The men roughly evacuated them once more, splashing their seed upon the floor. Taking to heart her role as the dutiful bitch, Prestira immediately lapped up what had been spilled from her. No longer the master of the pair, Yavara scrambled to do the same, her hips perched high to show the crowd the extent of her ruination. They loved her for it.

Two orcs came up to me and pressed forty-five gold pieces into my hand.

"Do you think you can handle them?" Yavara whispered to Prestira as they licked cum from the floor.

Prestira regarded the approaching patrons, then shook her head. "You're going to have to take one for the team."

Yavara didn't have time to negotiate. She was quickly pulled up by the hips and held parallel to the floor, her limbs dangling helplessly. An exhilarated yelp came from her, followed by a tremoring whimper. The orc pressed his head to Yavara's gaping rim, and pushed. Yavara moaned huskily, her eyes closed, her face fixed in concentration. The orc pushed deeper. Yavara's moans grew louder and higher, turning to gasping cries of pure delight. Her back slowly arched as she was penetrated, as if the orc's cock compelled its curvature by the inch. The other orc positioned himself in front of her, and pushed his cock into her mouth. Yavara's jaw was opened to capacity, her neck bulged, her eyes glimmered, but she didn't surrender even a gag. The audience was enraptured, their cheers dwindled to a hushed silence as they watched Yavara take both beasts to the hilt. It didn't seem anatomically possible, and the orcs were just as amazed as everyone else, staring with disbelieving eyes when the last of themselves disappeared. Though they violated the woman between them, they did it with an odd gentleness that bordered on reverence. They couldn't know on a logical level that they were servicing their rightful queen, but I suspected they knew somewhat on an instinctual level. Prestira watched with wide eyes from the floor, her face a portrait of admiration. The strong-willed, unconquerable Prestira, seemingly kneeling in worship before the idol of depravity. Yes, Yavara was special, and though none but Brock, Prestira and I knew why, everyone knew that it was so. The orcs retreated to the end, then drove as one, and Yavara bent between them, her eyes rolled back. Again, and again they did it; withdrawing slowly before thrusting fiercely, filling the whore in a ritualistic, primal dance. The crowd's noise swelled with each retreat, and roared with the sudden advance, an auditory compliment to Yavara's gurgled screams. Six goblins came up to me and pressed their gold into my hands, breaking me from my trance.

"We want the witch!" The three-foot tall spindly man said.

"And how can I serve you little guys?" Prestira said lustfully, crawling over to me and the patrons.

"We're here to serve you, Prestira." Their spokesman said, a long, forked tongue descending from his mouth.

"Are you going to clean out my filthy holes?" Prestira grinned, her shoulders pushed forward, pressing her breasts together as she seductively swayed her hips behind her.

Prestira brought her face to the goblin, who's tongue wrapped around her own and pulled it from her mouth. She gave the goblin an open-mouth smile while another ran its long thin tongue down her throat. The two goblins slithered their way into her mouth and down her esophagus; a gentle, exploratory invasion. Prestira gave in willingly, lying on her back with hedonistic lassitude, spreading her legs to await further doting. Her pussy and anus were filled with two tongues apiece, the wet members entwining, then sliding easily past her worn resistances. Prestira groaned and arched her back from the floor when the goblins' entwined tongues began corkscrewing; a slippery excavation of her ruby depths. I didn't know how long a goblin's tongue was, but I don't think I saw the end of it that day. Prestira slithered lethargically upon the floor, her motions sensual and lithe, reflecting the manner of her invasion.

Yavara's situation was less ideal, though she wasn't complaining. Her anus was partially prolapsed, and her chin was wet with spit that leaked unimpeded from her lips. The orcs hadn't stopped their ponderous rhythm, but each slow withdrawal was accompanied by a drawn-out pleading moan from Yavara, and each sudden thrust was accentuated with an escalating scream. She was coming. In and out, in and out; the cadence never increased, but Yavara's ardency did. She writhed helplessly in the hair, bucking and heaving as her partners pulled back, then accelerated forward. Her body went rigid, her back curved, her thighs trembled. The orc in her ass gripped the supple cheeks he was pressed to, and with a growl, he ripped himself out. A roar erupted from the crowd when Yavara's anus came out with him, constricting into a ruby rosebud about her exit. Yavara's abdomen flexed and convulsed as though in the heaves of vomiting, then her cunt squirted its approval all over the floor. An even greater cheer erupted from the crowd, and the elf pulled the man from her throat, revealing the milky trophy he'd left to dribble from her lips. Ignored by the patrons was Prestira, though she didn't seem to mind. She elevated her hips from the floor in a gentle ascension, crying out weakly as she squirted a fourth time.

Ten dwarves pressed ten gold pieces into my hand each.

"You fuckers are so goddamn cheap." Brock grunted as they formed two single-file lines in front of the women.

The dwarves' members reflected their stature, and what the patrons lacked in length, they made up for in girth. Yavara and Prestira struggled to wrap their lips around the men, turning their pristine faces into hollow-cheeked ovals stuffed with meat. But they managed. One after the other, the women took the short-statured men, delighting in the variety afforded to them. Prestira was more efficient than Yavara, and her line grew shorter as her belly distended with fullness.

"You need to catch up,Trisha." Prestira teased, wrapping her fingers around another dwarf.

Yavara's eyes rolled hedonistically as her man groaned, a few drips of his cum descending from her nostrils. "I like to savor my food when I eat it,Prestira." She smiled back at Prestira, who laughed at the portrait Yavara presented. But Yavara accepted Prestira's challenge, and as the day went on, they indulged gluttonously in the competition. Man after man, they took, sometimes one at a time, sometimes several. Even a few ambitious female patrons sought to steal a bit of attention for themselves. They strutted to the bar full of bravado and cheer, heedless of the predatory grins Prestira and Yavara shared. The ambitious women were left lying in puddles of their own making, almost as humiliated as they were satisfied. Almost, for any shame they bore was overshadowed by the stupid grins stretched across their faces. I watched the spectacle with a frustrated erection as my pockets weighed down with coin. Daylight faded, the crowd thinned, and the overwhelming stench of sex grew heavier in the air. By closing time, there was only one patron left in the bar, and she seemed more interested in her drink than the spectacle that laid before her.

"Mmmm, I don't think this is ever going back to normal, Trisha." Prestira moaned as she prodded Yavara's rosebud anus with her tongue, "I've never seen an asshole turned inside out like this before; does it feel good when I lick it?"

"So good." Yavara groaned, her head resting on the back of her hands. "You were so amazing today, Prestira. It was such a treat to watch you explore yourself."

Prestira laughed open-mouthed, her tongue working the petals of Yavara's outturned asshole. "You were the amazing one. I thought those orcs were going to break you in half, but you took them with such grace."

"It's evolution." Yavara sniggered over her shoulder, "You can't compete, you old whore."

Prestira giggled, and forced Yavara's rectum back into her body with a punishing fist. Yavara gasped, reeled upward, then screamed in abject ecstasy. Prestira laughed sonorously over the shrill exclamation, twisting her consumed forearm. "God, you're such a slut, Yavara."

I stopped the arrow an inch from Prestira's face. The assailant barely had time to draw another before Brock crashed into her. Yavara and Prestira bolted upright, unsure of what just transpired. Brock wrestled with the attacker before finally subduing her on the table, and ripping off her hood. It was an elven ranger. Her white-blonde hair was in a braided ponytail, and her skin was as pale as the moon. Her blue eyes stared daggers into me as Brock pressed down on her body. Yavara stood up from the floor, her face contorted in shock.