Queen Yavara Ch. 12

"So... you thought eating my ass was good parenting?" Patricia giggled a little manically, "I didn't know the Tiadoa family swung like that."

"The Tiadoa family doesn't, but the Alkandi family believes in familial love without restriction." Yavara snatched the bag from my hand, blowing the line off Patricia's breast, "Incest is harmless fun, but drugs cripple empires!"

"Are you going to make them teach that in school?" I sneered, snatching the bag back from her.

"Maybe I will!" Yavara huffed, and tried to snatch the bag.

I lifted it above her head, and wagged it teasingly out her reach. "It's too bad that vampires grow proportionately, isn't it?"

"I can still punch your twat, you old bitch."

"What is this about?" I asked curiously, "I've seen you drink cum straight out of a woman's ass -my ass, to be specific-, but party drugs are where you draw the line?"

Yavara narrowed her eyes, her lips twisting. "Drugs are just bad, OK? Only losers do drugs."

"Oh my god." I chuckled at the flustered elven vampire, "You know, I almost couldn't believe you were ever a Highland princess. I mean, I'd heard you were the more adventurous sister of the two, but by most standards an adventurous high-elf is akin to a liberal nun, and you were the craziest slut I'd ever met." I smiled fondly as her face reddened, "But here you are: Princess Tiadoa. Drugs are bad, because only losers do drugs. Murder? Fine. Sex? The more deviant, the better. Alcohol? Drink until you paint the walls with puke." I booped her cute little nose with each subsequent syllable, "But not drugs. Drugs. Are. Bad."

Yavara's nose crinkled with her snarl. "If you boop me one more fucking time, I will take control of your mind, and I will make you stick your fist so far up your ass that you'll be talking with that finger."

I hovered my finger over the tip of her nose, wondering if I should test her. Her angry red face was just so goddamn boopable. I bit my lip to suppress my shit-eating grin, and I slowly lowered my finger to...

"Boop." Patricia giggled, poking Yavara's nose, "Boop, drugs are bad, boop!" Patricia squinted her eyes, extended her right arm like it was holding a bow, then drew back the left like she was notching an arrow. She pointed one finger of her drawing hand, then loosed. In slow motion, her pointed finger traveled in a dramatic arc, and rested on Yavara's nose. Patricia leaned, and with the utmost gravity, she whispered, "Boop. Hey Mom, guess what? Drugs are bad."

Yavara's face was set in rage. She glared at her new daughter, and without so much as looking at me, she took control of my mind, and made me drop the bag into her awaiting palm. She gently clasped Patricia's extended finger, drew a line a across its length, and snorted.

"There," Yavara glowered at the both of us, releasing me from my imprisonment, "I did the drugs. I fucking party. Yay for me."

"That... that was a lot, Mom." Patricia laughed nervously.

"Well of course it was." Yavara replied haughtily, "You didn't the Dark Queen could handle her drugs? What was that shit anyway? Cocaine? It wasn't shit. I could snort a mountain of that... of that... of..."

"Yavara?" I grinned, tapping her head.

"Mom?" Patricia battled a fit of hysterics.

"Oh." Yavara managed. She began to touch me, staring rapturously at her hands as they gently traced the veins of my throat, then clasped behind my neck. She swayed against me, stuck between leaning and standing, her knees shaking. When she looked up at me, her eyes were all pupil. "You are made of velvet," she whispered, "and I want to live under your skin until you turn to silk. Pupate with me, and we'll become satin butterflies cocooned in each other's flesh."

"Well," I grinned at Patricia, "she's broken."

"Oh, Prestira." Yavara sniffled, a single euphoric tear running down her cheek, "Drugs are bad. They are so... so... bad..." She smiled hopefully up at me, "Will you do drugs with me?"

"Well, this is a nice change of pace." I grinned down, "Now I'm the one corrupting you."

"You can corrupt me all night long. Just let me live under your skin." Yavara pressed gently against me, like she only wanted to brush me without actually touching. I glanced at Patricia, and saw that she'd produced a metal straw from behind her ear, and was packing it with powder. I extended my hand to take it from her, but she shook her head with a mischievous grin. I raised an eyebrow, reached behind myself, and spread. She ducked behind me, and I felt cold metal slide gently into my anus. Then she blew. I didn't remember much after that. Just flashes of red lips opened to reveal shining fangs, crimson eyes and with slit pupils dilated to fill the iris, and alabaster flesh pressing all around me, inside me. The last thing I remember, was Yavara's face, glazed over and smiling mindlessly at me.

"I'm putting my lair right next to your chambers, Prestira." Titus smiled as he guided to the door. All around us, the vampires lounged in piles of pale flesh.

"Oh," I smirked, "and what makes you think I want you anywhere near me?"

"It's not up to you, young lady," Titus said with a firm slap on my ass, "Your daddy needs to keep an eye on you."

"Until next time, Titus." I said with a promising smile.

Yavara and I put on our robes and transformed to our original bodies before exiting the V.I.P. section. I was immediately hit with a wave exhaustion, my legs almost buckling as I returned to my weaker form.

Our mortal bodies are so fucking sad. Yavara thought to me as we stumbled out of the club and into the daylight.

At least we can stand in the sun.

God, how long have we been in there? Yavara thought as she noticed the sun's angle.

We walked in there yesterday afternoon, it's already mid-morning.

Time flies when you're having fun.

A young boy ran down the street and stopped just in front of us.

"Are you Prestira Rasloraca?" The boy asked.

"No child, I am a servant of god, you must be mistaking me for someone else." I responded.

"King Dreus sent me to find you and Queen Yavara. He said you would be dressed as priestesses. He has an important message for Queen Yavara."

"Give me the message, Dear." Yavara said as she extended a hand. The boy handed her a scroll and then disappeared down the street. Yavara opened the scroll, then read it. She dropped it a second later.

"What?" I asked urgently.

"My mother has confessed to treason, and has been executed." Yavara stared dumbly at the parchment, "My father has abdicated the throne to Leveria."

"Oh my god. Yavara, I'm so sorry!"

"Leveria wants to meet with me through a mirror." Yavara said, still staring.

"To negotiate?"

Yavara looked at me then, and there were tears standing in her eyes. "No, Prestira. She wants to meet with me so that she knows I'm still in Ardeni. She has assassins."

"She wouldn't dare be so bold. Imagine the damage it would do to her relationship with King Dreus."

"Prestira, Leveria just had my mother executed and forced my father to hand her the crown almost twenty years before her coronation. Will Dreus go to war for my sake? No, and if it's so obvious that I know it, then she already has killers in the city." Yavara looked down the road. "We must leave Ardeni at once."

"We need to get our money from King Dreus first, or all of this will be for nothing."

"She will already have men watching every corner of the palace. I trust King Dreus, but I do not trust his men. She will have a price on my head high enough to turn a peasant to a lord, and so will you, and Zander, and Brock, maybe even Elena, if they know she's turned. She no doubt dispatched a force to deal with the Terdini tribe... Prestira, we must get back to Brock and warn him!"

"Listen to me, Yavara!" I said as I grasped her shoulders, "You are a queen, which means you must trust those in your charge! Brock is a great warrior, and he may be able to escape an elven raid. But you, Yavara, you will never get what you want if you do not get that money."

"We can't go to the palace Prestira, I just told you-"

"We aren't going to the palace. Titus, his clan, and two new vampires are going to the palace to negotiate a new contract with the king. I heard Dreus has a vested interest in Alkandran silver."

Yavara bit her lip, and nodded. "Tonight?"

"Tonight."

End of Part Four.