The Dark Queen sat cross-legged on a throne of tentacles, her fluids dripping freely beneath her, her eyes glowing with power, a megalomaniacal smile curving her lush lips. She looked at me, and winked. The tentacles surged with new life, moving in a wriggling blur of motion, burrowing inside me, inside all of us! I was taken by the shock of it, the ratcheting corkscrew of slick sucking tendrils pushing through my innards, electrifying every surface of places that should never have known the touch of another. Oh god, oh god, oh god! My mind was not my own. I felt sensations from twelve different bodies, different minds. The way a pussy clenched around my cock, the smooth bore of an asshole clinging to my shaft, the taste of my sister’s outturned rectum, the surge of blood from my sucking fangs, the writhing, wriggling, squirming invasion of tentacles in holes, traversing through violated bodies, all dancing to one debauched rhythm.
And there was Elena Straltaira, walking through it all, her blue eyes twinkling in the firelight, a procession of Destiny’s limbs behind her. Yavara extended her hand with a smile, and Elena took it, and her blue eyes turned orange. They embraced in a kiss atop Yavara’s throne, the procession of tentacles snaking up their bodies, wrapping them together, entering them. I felt a pleasant pressure my chest, then my throat, and before my eyes, a thin wriggling appendage slithered from my mouth, and caressed my lips. The blood beat in my ears, the air was hot and oppressive, and everything was soft and wet, the nectarous tang of sex in my mouth. I didn’t know when I lost my mind. I only remember laughing when it happened.
YAVARA
It was dark, the fire was dead, and the sounds of snores echoed through the room. I laid atop Brock’s heaving chest, and Elena laid atop me, her half-hard cock nestled comfortable in my pussy, right where it belonged. Our flesh was pocked with suction marks, our hair was matted and stiff, our holes were yawning and swollen, and I’d never felt so satisfied in my entire life.
“I’m so glad you shared this moment with me.” I said, kissing her forehead, “It was like watching you blossom into a slutty flower.”
Elena smiled weakly. “You’re so fucked up.”
I wrinkled my nose at her. “So are you, my dark jewel.” I ran my hand along her sticky belly, collected a dollop of mixed semen on my finger, and brought it to her lips. She stared into my eyes as she sucked it off my finger, and I was reminded vividly of the first time she’d shown her sexual nature, coyly sucking my finger in Prestira’s bed. “You’ve come so far.” I laughed aloud.
“I’ve fallen so far.” Elena grinned ruefully.
“It’s so much better down here with the degenerates.” I grinned wickedly back, and saw in her sapphire gaze a trace of fear comingled with excitement. Off the reflection of her lenses, I saw me, an expression of pitiless avarice on my face. It gave me pause, but only for a moment. I brushed the matted strands of white hair from Elena’s glistening forehead, and framed her face in my hands. “You are a depraved faggot whore who knows no depths, who will do anything and everything just to feel that thrill. You’ve had a taste now; you can’t go back now.”
I felt Elena shiver under the degradation of my words, saw her eyes widen with love when I said them. For I’d said them with the greatest empathy and affection I could, labeling her the abhorrent thing, my dark jewel, my greatest treasure. “Why are we like this?” She whispered.
“Why does it matter?” I smiled affectionately, “We’ve been given these lecherous gifts to enjoy, not to question.”
“It scares me.” Elena whispered, “I see what you are, and I see what I’m becoming, and I know it will take us to very dark places.” She took my hand in hers, “If you Indulge without limitations, always seeking the extreme, when does it end?”
“I don’t know.”
Elena caressed my face, her sapphire eyes studying me. “It’s darkened you, Yavara. You were never wholly good, but I never before saw evil in you.”
“You think I’m evil?” I smiled at her, slightly aroused by the idea.
Elena smiled back. “Only a little.” She touched my lip, “A benign evil, one reserved for these debauched delights we engage in.” Her smile faded, “But it can spread.”
I took her hand, and pressed it firmly against my cheek. “You’ll always keep me centered, no matter how far you fall. You are my dark jewel, and my light.”
“That’s a lot to put on me.”
“But you can take it.”
Elena shook her head against my breast, laughing. “I can take a lot more than I thought I could.”
“You’re a deep little girl, aren’t you?” I sniggered.
“Not nearly as deep as you.” Elena grinned, pushing her cock further into me.
I had to close my eyes and breathe through my nose to keep from pouncing on her and riding her until daylight broke. I needed to sleep. Tomorrow, Elena would go to the Spruces to petition the support of the nymphs, and I would begin the exodus of the Terdini and Protaki to Alkandra. Brock would protest when I told him, but he would obey. This land of his ancestors was too close to Castle Thorum, but that wasn’t the only reason I would make them leave. The orcs were too tied to their tribalistic nature, and would never become fully unified until they cast away the past. I would never let the Terdini return to the Gorge. They would mate with other tribes, and those old heralded bloodlines would mingle and dilute, and the Terdini would become extinct in a generation. My new kingdom would not be a federation of tribes. But that was all in the future, and my focus needed to be on the immediate. Against Zander’s objection, I had decided to meet with the Ten while on route to Alkandra. I did not have time to prepare endlessly while Leveria amassed her army. The conditions would never be perfect; risks would have to be taken. The Ten would respect my boldness, I knew. If they didn’t, perhaps a horrific display of telekinetic strength would put them in line. No, no; that’s what a tyrant would do, and you’re no tyrant, Yavara. I looked at Elena, and remembered the fear I’d seen in her eyes. I’d seen that same fear in Prestira’s eyes when I’d contemplated killing Patricia and her friends. Had I always been so callous, or had I darkened like Elena said? I didn’t know. Perhaps the conditions for such evil had simply never arisen before.
“What happened to Prestira?” Elena whispered, breaking my train of thought.
“Horrible things.” I answered, pulling Elena close.
She looked at me, studying my face. “You saw Leveria, didn’t you?”
“How did you know?”
“I saw it in your head when we were joined.” Elena smiled affectionately, “You’re not like her you know; you can quit worrying.”
“I’m not worrying.” I lied with a smile, and rolled into her arms, closing my eyes. I had terrible dreams that night.
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