Introduction:

CAPITAL NAMES mean the story is being told from that person's perspective. Dashed lines indicate where the sex in the story is. Important plot points are listed at the bottom.

Chapter Three

Elena

I kneeled in the great hall of Castle Bentius, King and Queen Tiadoa staring down at me from their white thrones. Princess Leveria Tiadoa sat at a lower throne next her father, her face not even trying to disguise that she was glad her younger sister was gone.

“You may rise, Elena.” King Tiadoa spoke.

I stood up and looked up at the king of The Highlands.

“Do you know why you have been summoned?” inquired the queen.

“I suspect it’s to find princess Yavara.” I responded.

“Despite your youth, head ranger Adarian says you are the best tracker he has, he said that you know the Great Forest like the back of your hand. My other rangers have told me that if you cannot find my daughter, then she simply cannot be found. Can you vouch for your own skills?” the king asked.

“I can say confidentially that I’m the best tracker you have, yes.”

“Father, Elena might be a fantastic ranger, but I’m sure there are others better than her. She just wants this mission because she’s in love with Yavara; this little dyke’s been by her side since they were children.” Leveria sneered to her father.

“Shut up!” queen Tiadoa lashed at her daughter, much to my amusement. King Tiadoa just ignored her eldest born and addressed me.

“You were Yavara’s best friend for as long as I can remember. My wife often thought you were a corrupting influence on the girl, always wanting to go on adventures instead of going to school,” Tiadoa kindly chuckled, “Despite Leveria’s protests, I think that your connection will not blind you from the task at hand; it will in fact, empower you to try harder. I can provide you with a hundred of my best men. You will track through the Great Forest and either find my daughter, or evidence of her fate.”

“I work best alone, your highness. I know the Great Forest better than any elf alive, a hundred good men would slow me down and expose my position. The Great Forest only yields her secrets when you’re quiet.” I responded. Leveria scoffed at me, but King Tiadoa just nodded.

“Find her.”

YAVARA

I gasped as the last throes of my orgasm subsided. The light behind Alkandi’s eyes faded and she collapsed on top of me, a small pool of blood forming on my stomach as crimson flowed from her nose.

“Alkandi!” I cried. Alkandi didn’t respond. Brock pulled Alkandi and I off him and ran out of the tent without looking back.

“Brock, where are you going?” I screamed.

“She stayed in Zander’s mind for too long. I need to get something to reduce the swelling in his brain or they’ll die!” Brocks voice grew distant as he ran into the forest. I cradled Alkandi in my arms and ran my fingers through her hair. Her breathing was slowing steadily, every breath she drew caused a gurgled moan to rise from her chest. I rocked back and forth, trying to comfort her while she lay dying. Her body shook violently and a squirt of blood shot from her mouth.

“Stay with me!”

I grabbed a chunk of Alkandi’s black hair and looked into her eyes. They were lifeless and dim, her orange irises faded and rolled into her skull. I placed a finger on her neck, searching for a pulse. There was the hint of heartbeat pulsing through her artery, but it was dim and irregular. It grew slower with each passing moment until I couldn’t feel it at all. Her pained breathing slowed to a crawl, and with a final gasp, it stopped.

I killed her. I didn’t accept her, and now she’s gone.

“I’m sorry, Alkandi.” I sniffed as my tears splashed on her lifeless face. “I’m so sorry.”

A single heartbeat drummed against my finger. Another heartbeat sounded. And then another. Alkandi started to breathe again, her chest rising with each deep pull of air. I jolted up in shock as Alkandi’s eyes shot forward. They were no longer orange, but white irises with white pupils-Zander’s eyes. Alkandi’s straight black hair receded into her head and changed texture. Her body sank down on me as her breasts shrunk beneath her. Alkandi’s bronze skin turned to pale, and a thick beard grew on her cheeks. I stared in astonishment as Zander regained his body.

Zander coughed life back into his lungs and pushed himself off the ground. I stared in disbelief at the wizard, who no more than a minute ago was in the shape of Alkandi, and dead in my arms. Zander wiped the blood from his mouth and looked back at me. His expression changed to one of pure joy when he looked into my eyes.

“I can’t believe that fucking worked!” he cried joyously.

“What worked?! Where is Alk-“

I stopped myself as something strange began to stir inside of me. My heart began to beat rapidly, pounding fiercely against my sternum. I looked down at my chest and gasped in horror. An orange glow was radiating from heart and shining through my skin. I could see every muscle and vein from the point of illumination, as though my flesh were translucent. My legs began to shake, a tremor that rose within me until my whole body was convulsing violently. Zander picked me off the ground and held me tightly in his arms.

“What’s happening to me?!” I cried in terror.

“Your transformation has begun! You have accepted Alkandi into your soul, and now the two of you are reuniting as one.”

“It hurts!” I cried as my insides churned. Every inch of me felt like it was burning from the inside out. I could hear my heartbeat drumming loudly in my ears, as though my head was throbbing with its own pulse.

“It will only last a minute, stay with me.” Zander’s reassuring voice sounded distant, as though he was yelling to me from some mountain top. I dug my fingers into his back as a splitting pain shot through my head. Zander held me tightly, whispering words of encouragement into my ear as my mind began to melt. Flashes of memories from my past came racing into my mind. The day I shot my first arrow, the day I learned to ride a horse, my mother’s loving face looking down at me, my toddler hands playing with a raddle, my baby feet kicking a blanket off me as I lay in a crib. Memories that were not my own began to enter my mind. I am a young high elf riding a horse, I am a young high elf learning to paint, I am a young dark elf being tortured by high elves.

The memories grew darker as they raced into me. So many iterations of Alkandi that had died so young and horrifically. I am a young woman being put to the rack. I am a toddler thrown from the balcony. I am a baby ripped from my mother’s arms and tossed into the flames.

I am a dark elf lying in my bed, the room adorned with beautiful decorations. Five high elves burst through the door, sending a shower of bolts at me. I duck behind the cover of my bed and shriek in pain as one of the bolts meets my thigh. I reach out with my hand and grab two of them with my mind. They scream as they’re suspended in the air before I launch them from the tower window. One of them flanks my cover and lashes out with a sword. It stops just short of my face before it plunges itself into his stomach. One of the assassins jumps over the bed, his boot heels meeting my jaw. I tumble backward as his sword crashes into my shoulder, slicing down through the bone. I mind-grab him by the ankles and launch him into his advancing comrade. His friend ducks in the nick of time and fires his crossbow. For a brief moment I feel it enter through my eye and into my skull.

I am a she-orc straddled atop a mammoth, a horde of orcs at my back. I am drunk; both with power and alcohol. I slip off my steed and scream as a giant foot descends upon me. I am a succubus whispering incantations into an orange gem. I feel my soul leave me as the queen’s guards burst through the door.

Zander held me tightly as the lives off my past carved their memories into my brain. My knees gave out as the last of the visions raced across my mind. Zander supported me, his hand cradling my head as my eyes writhed in their sockets.

The feeling stopped. The pain was gone. A great relief washed over me as I regained my strength. A new feeling began to rise. A powerful energy began to surge through me. My insides felt like they were burning, but it was I that tending the flames. The energy coursed through my body, circulating inside me with increasing speed until it was moving so fast I could feel it at all points, from my finger tips to my toes. I let out a manic laugh as the energy electrified my muscles. It was as though all the power in the world was coursing through my veins, ready to be released. I looked down at my body and noticed it was changing. My pale skin grew darker until it was golden-brown. My blonde hair turned jet black. I stepped away from Zander and admired my new complexion. My nipples were still pink, contrasting nicely against my bronze flesh. Slight imperfections in my skin had disappeared, leaving nothing but a perfect, unblemished complexion.

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I looked up at Zander, my eyes running up and down the length of his body. A ravenous hunger grew within me. The energy building inside me made me feel power like I’d never felt before. I licked my lips and walked over to the wizard. I grabbed his member and smiled as it hardened in my hand. Zander opened his mouth to protest, but I filled it with my tongue as I kissed him passionately. Zander responded to my kiss, his experienced tongue wrestling with my own. I pinned his tongue down and pressed my mouth tightly against his. Zander grabbed my thighs and pulled me up to him. I wrapped my legs around his back as he carried me to the bed.

Zander laid me on my back. I clenched my thighs around him and spun over, my hands pinning his shoulders back as I straddled on top.

I’m the one taking control now. A single voice rang in my head. The apprehensive, timid voice of Yavara’s weaker half was gone. The duality of my spirits was gone. Only one voice would echo my thoughts now, the melded voice of my thirty-one incarnations, now singing out through my subconscious as a singular entity.

I continued to kiss Zander as I reached back for his rod. I grabbed it and brought to myself, moaning into his mouth as he entered me. The walls of my pussy clenched around him, my juices flowing freely, soaking Zander’s pelvis while he began to thrust. I released Zander’s lips from my own to let out a cry of pleasure as he pushed into my depths. I moved my hips in sync with his movements, pulling back as he did, and then grinding down as pushed up. Zander let out a moan as I slid up and down his length. I laughed at his involuntary reaction to my prowess. His pleasure was endearing to me, but it also made me feel powerful. I liked to be used, but there was a thrill in being the controlling partner. I reached my arms backward and pinned Zander’s legs to the bed. I grinded my pelvis up and down Zander without the aid of his thrusts. Zander’s head moved backward as growls of pleasure escaped his lips. His masculine tones excited me even more, and I increased the speed of my movements, his balls clapping against my ass with the force of our collisions. The smacking sounds of skin ascended through the tent, accompanied by the moans of our elation.

Zander’s hands moved from my hips to my breasts, cupping both and squeezing gently. I moaned in pleasure as his fingers toyed with my nipples. Zander sat up and brought his mouth to one of my breasts, taking a nipple while he sank his fingers deep into my flesh. I rested my chin on the top of Zander’s head, taking my hands from his thighs and running my fingers through his black hair. Zander resumed his thrusts as I nursed him, his thick cock driving into me as I drove down onto him, my legs tightly wrapped around his hips.

Zander released my breasts and ran his fingers through my hair, taking the back of my head and guiding our faces together. We locked lips and entangled out tongues, exploring each other’s mouths. I pulled Zander’s head backward so that my face was on top his, taking control of the oral embrace. Zander traced his hands down my sides, his thumbs brushing past my nipples as his hands traveled from my chest to my hips. Zander gripped my cheeks and spread me open, prodding my weak spot with his fingers. Our lips unlocked as Zander sunk two fingers from each hand into my ass, forcing a slutty moan from mouth.

“I guess somethings never change.” Zander smirked as pulled his hands apart, causing my pussy to gush and eliciting a cry of pleasure from myself.

“You bastard.” I smiled back before pushing his face into the bed. “You know Zander,” I said mischievously, “when I was in that body of yours, I remember you enjoying something similar.”

Concern flashed across Zander’s face as I reached backward. “Wait a seco-” Zander was cut off as I returned the favor, pushing a finger into his ass. Zander let out a moan of pleasure as I found his prostate and massaged it. “You fucking bitch.”

“That’s quite a thing to call your queen, Zander.” I said through giggles as I enjoyed his reaction.

“This never leaves the tent, Yavara.” Zander growled.

I leaned forward and kissed him. “Never.” I said, smiling.

“Well I’m telling fucking everyone.” Brock’s voice boomed into the tent. Brock stood their grinning from ear to ear, his hands filled with the bark of a tree.

“And you said I had bad timing!” Zander’s irritated voice responded.

“You know Zander, I ran like a fucking maniac looking for willow bark to save your life. And now I come back here, sweating like a pig and worried to death I was too late, only to find you fucking the queen. So you can take this bark and shove it next to Yavara’s finger, you ungrateful prick.” Brock threw the bark on the ground and stormed out of the tent, stopping only to say to me, “It’s good to see you have returned, my queen.”

I turned my attention back Zander, who was still angry about the encounter. “At least you didn’t ask him to join.” He said through gritted teeth as he drove into me.

“Ooooh, you don’t like to share?” I said, smiling as I played with the wizard’s ass.

Zander responded by sticking the rest of his fingers inside of me, forcing me to lurch forward as a delightful shot of pain arced up my spine. Zander grinned as he brought his face to mine. “I’m a selfish lover.”

Zander leaned forward, his chest pressing against my breasts. He withdrew a hand from my ass and put it against my lips. I accepted him into my mouth, sucking on two of his fingers and gazing lustfully into his eyes. I enjoyed the taste of my anus as my pussy consumed Zander’s cock. I moaned around his fingers as I continued to suck them, the rhythm of our movements increasing as we ascended into orgasm.

Our cries rose in a crescendo of ecstasy as our bodies entangled. The sweat glistened from us as our pace became more frenetic. I rigorously drove myself downward with each of Zander’s thrusts, trying to get every inch of him inside of me. I clenched around Zander’s cock and fingers as the pleasure expanded within me. We reached the apex simultaneously, my body shaking and convulsing as I sprayed my juices onto Zander’s torso. Zander growled in my ear as he thrust upward, lifting my body off the ground. His cock throbbed inside me as I let out a shriek of delight. I could feel his prostate pulsating wildly before he finally burst inside of me, letting out a cathartic roar as his hot cum rushed through me. I cried out as the orgasm reached its apex, the dopamine soaking into my brain as the pleasure washed over me.

We collapsed on the ground in a heap, panting with exhaustion. The energy rush that had consumed me earlier subsided, though I could feel it still within me, as though it was a dormant beast ready to be awakened. I pulled myself off Zander, relishing the feeling of his hot seed running down my leg. Zander turned over to me, putting a loving hand on my hip. I leaned over and pressed myself to him, enjoying the comfort of his warm body on mine, our eyes locked together.

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“Not that you got that out of your system, I’m guessing you have a lot of questions for me.” Zander said as he traced my outline with his hand.

“I don’t know where to start.” I laughed.

“What do you remember about your transformation? Tell me, and I’ll help you make sense of it.”

“At first it was painful, like there was a great fire beneath my skin. I could see my heart beating through my chest, as though my flesh were paper-thin. Then my head started to ache, and all my memories flashed through my head. I remembered things I had forgotten for years, things from when I was still a baby. Then other memories came to me. These memories were not my own, and they weren’t as detailed. They were like fragments of memories, like some hallucination brought about by a fever dream. Most of them were horrible.” I stopped as I recalled the abhorrent things my past selves had endured at the hands of my own people. I shivered at the thought that my father may have ordered so many of their deaths.

“Why did the high elves do that to them?” I asked, tears welling in my eyes.

Zander ran a thumb across my cheek, wiping a tear from my face. “After Alkandi died, Alkandra fell to ruin. The factions that she united began to war with one another, her own descendants would even fight each other for power. The high elves took advantage of the chaos and moved in. The divided armies of Alkandra fell one by one. As Alkandra burned, I received a message from a centaur chieftain. His elven wife had birthed a daughter with orange irises, Alkandi had returned! I rushed over to their mountain-top hide out and found your mother nursing you. You were called Teradreana then. We concealed you from the world until you were of age, and then we set out to unite neighboring clans under your banner. We built up a sizable force, but not nearly large enough to go head-to-head with the highland armies. We raided villages, sacked small towns and robbed caravans to build up a treasury. Eventually the high elves sent out a contingent to deal with us. We were ambushed during a raid, and you were captured. When the high elves found out who you really were, they began to purge the land of all dark elves.”

I sat up, recalling in horror as the memory of high elves torturing me on the rack etched through my mind. “I wasn’t ‘of age,’ I was barely fourteen! And why didn’t I go through the transformation then? I was born with orange eyes, meaning I was already wholly myself.”

Zander sat up and cross his legs, leaning forward as he spoke. “Teradreana was more than ready to lead at a young age; she was one of the greatest pyromancers I’d ever seen. Her fatal flaw was her confidence. Every incarnation of you is their own person, Yavara, with their own strengths and weaknesses. Alkandi risked everything to become one with you because she recognized that you were the strongest person she ever could be.”

Zander paused to smile at me before continuing. “Dark elves didn’t need to undergo the transformation. Alkandi’s spirit would be drawn to the womb of a dark-elf mother, and then she would accept the seed of her father. She would be born simply as she was. Once the high elves learned that Alkandi would return as a dark elf babe, they committed genocide upon them. The dark elves were forced into hiding, but one by one, over the course of centuries, the high elves found them all. You came back as a dark elf twenty times after Teradreana, and I only ever managed to find you twice. The high elves were…efficient with their slaughter. The last dark elf died over five hundred years ago. I resigned myself as an exile, living as a hermit until the end of time, thinking that I had failed you.”

Zander’s eyes were dry, but I could tell there was grief behind them. I crawled over to him and sat beside him, laying my head on his shoulder. “But I’m still here, Zander, which means there’s more to the story.”

Zander put an arm around me and pulled me close. “About four hundred years ago, a young high elf girl came to my abode, her name was Rheyari. She was maybe fifteen years old. I had developed a reputation as a witch-doctor at the time, and the villagers that lived near me would send their sick to my hut. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with Rheyari, so I asked her why she came. She removed her headscarf to reveal a streak of black hair running through her blonde. I assumed she dyed it and her parents had sent me to fix the issue. I must admit,” Zander laughed, “I was a little mad that the villagers had now decided I was fit to be the town hair dresser. The girl insisted that she didn’t dye it, and with a little prying from myself, I learned that she had developed the color change after she slept with a succubus. I was incredulous of this claim; only a few races can resist the lust of succubi, high elves are not one of them, and once a succubus has her prey, she doesn’t let it go.

The succubus that preyed on this town lived in an abandoned dungeon at the edge of the Great Forest. I met with her, eluded her seduction, and questioned her about the girl. The succubus corroborated the young girl’s story, she even went further to claim that the young elf had not only overcome the succubus’ seduction, but had in fact seduced the succubus herself! There are two races in the world that can accomplish this: nymphs and dark elves. On our second appointment, I put Rheyari in a trance and sent us both to the astral plane. Twenty-four versions of herself followed behind her astral figure. You cannot know the joy I felt when I found Alkandi among them. Alkandi explained to Rheyari and I that she had found a way to claim the wombs of high elf women who had…slept with monsters.”

I let out a gasp as I realized the implication of Zander’s words. “Mother…”

Zander laughed. “Yes, Yavara. Your mother must have experimented sometime between the birth of your older sister and you, because Alkandi could not claim the wombs of rape victims.”

The thought of my noble, dignified mother lying with beasts turned me on a little. “I wonder what race she preferred. She must have gone to the dungeon and picked one out for herself. Oh my god, that little slut!”


“It would appear there’s more of your mother in you than you thought.” Chuckled Zander, “Anyway, Alkandi seduced Rheyari into accepting her soul, and they merged. She was the first high elf to undergo the transformation, though she would not be the last. The reason you don’t hear about the legend of Rheyari, is that she never intended to sit on the Black Throne. She went east, to the human capital of Ardeni Dreus, where the high elves would never pursue her. She indulged in her lust as a whore at the local brothel. She made enough coin to buy the place, and spent the rest of her days living in splendor. She never bore children for fear of their fate, but she did live a fulfilling and happy life.”

“What about the other high elves that underwent the transformation, what happened to them?” I asked.

“Well, obviously none of them succeeded in taking the Black Throne. Four of them did something like Rheyari, and went to Ardeni Dreus. The humans don’t really care about race or creed; they care about money. Orcs, goblins, centaurs, nymphs, trolls, any number of beasts are welcome in Ardeni Dreus as long as they can work. During the war between Alkandra and The Highlands, Ardeni Dreus remained neutral and traded with both parties, making a fortune off the war. Alkandi considered attacking Ardeni Dreus after they shorted her on weapons supplies, but I advised her out of it. The last army to successfully sack the city was…you, when you were a she-orc almost two thousand years ago. Since then, Ardeni Dreus has been impregnable, and any army foolish enough to march on it would be met with a horde of all races.

But I digress, four of them lived similar lives to Rheyari, living out their days as a citizen of Ardeni Dreus, no one knowing or caring that one of the most powerful entities in the world walked among them. One of them tried to unite the beasts of the Great Forest into an army, but she was assassinated once the high elves knew of her existence. And that leaves us with just one more incarnation: you. Whatever you choose to do, Yavara, I will be by your side. I can advise you on many things, I can tell you where your past selves failed and where they succeeded. I will stay loyal if you choose to move east and live a peaceful life, or if you choose to stay here and amass an army. But there is one thing I cannot let you do, Yavara. I cannot let you return home. As much as you love your father and mother, they will kill you the moment they see you. Alkandi almost brought The Highlands to its knees, and the scars from that war are still apparent today. The Great Forest used to be part of their kingdom, now it is a ruin of the past, occupied by the monsters that took it from them fifteen-hundred years ago. High elves live long lives and have excellent memories, they do not forgive and they do not forget.”

The thought of never seeing my mother and father again hurt less than I thought it would. I had ventured out alone to leave them behind in the first place, though I had always planned on returning. Still, there was a confident independence inside me that had not been present before. The prospect of seeing the world as a new woman excited me. I could go to Ardeni Dreus and live as a free woman, doing as I pleased until my dying days.

But there was something else that excited me, something that had been nagging at the back of my skull since I was a child: power. I was always the second in line behind my sister, a placeholder in case of catastrophe. My life was pledged to be one of subservience to some lord, despite my royal stature. And now I had the opportunity to seize power for myself, to create something of my own mind. I could feel the dormant energy within me vibrating softly under my skin. Zander said that I was one of the most powerful entities to walk the earth. I recalled the memory I had when I was Alkandi, who killed four of the highland’s best assassins even after being wounded, and all with her mind. I wanted to unlock this power, to see what I could do at my full potential. I had no quarrel with the high elves, they were my people after all. If I could be diplomatic, with a force to back my words, I could rule over Alkandra in peace. I could form an empire the likes of which the world had never seen, but I would need powerful allies to do so.

“Tell me about this power I have, Zander.” I whispered into his ear.

A smile crept across Zander’s lips. “You have many abilities you do not know about, Yavara. Many of your past selves practiced the arcane arts, and all their knowledge and expertise is at your fingertips. Alkandi was one of the greatest telekinetic masters of all time; she could lift a warship from the water with just her mind. I witnessed Teradreana launch flames from her palms, engulfing her foes in an inferno. Perhaps the most useful power was Rheyari’s, who could manipulate people’s minds. Rheyari once robbed a man blind through her power of persuasion. Inherent in all your incarnations is the seductive powers of the succubus, and the unnatural strength of the she-orc. May I ask, Yavara, what you plan to do with these powers?”

I smiled back at Zander, the energy rising in my eyes.

“I want to be queen.”

PLOT POINTS

Yavara's childhood friend, Elena is tasked to find the missing princess by her father. Yavara's sister, Leveria, hates Yavara and hopes that Elena can't find her.

Yavara transforms into her dark elf body after accepting Alkandi into her soul, gaining some of the memories of her past selves.

Zander and Yavara fuck.

Zander explains that not all of Alkandi's incarnations had to undergo the transformation; dark elf incarnations were simply born 100% Alkandi while high elf incarnations had to transform my accepting Alkandi into their soul. Alkandi only reincarnated in the wombs of high elves once the dark elves had been wiped out.

Zander also explains that Yavara's mother must have had sex with a monster, because that was the only way Alkandi could claim a high elf womb.

Zander tells Yavara that some of her past incarnations led peaceful lives in the human capital of Ardeni Dreus.

Yavara learns that she inherited the magical abilities of her past selves.

Yavara decides that she wants to become queen of Alkandra.

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