Chapter Twenty-Eight
LEVERIA
The two of us were once again naked in my wardrobe, trying to figure out how best to dress Elena for an event where she’d be a fish out of water.
“Field Marshal Deltian thought the noble's plan was moronic, of course,” I said to Elena, “so now it’s up to us to make sure the nobles are convinced of the same.”
“I’ve never actually been to a ball before,” Elena said, “I don’t know how I should act around these people; I’m not well versed in high-society conversation.”
“Just be yourself,” I smiled as I looked through my dresses, “the nobles don’t want you to be another self-satisfied prick; they want the mysterious warrior-spy who seduced the Dark Queen and transformed into a gorgeous hermaphrodite.”
“Your building up quite the reputation for me,” Elena smiled, “it’ll be hard to live up to it.”
“Elena,” I said, placing a hand on her shoulder, “you’re honest, funny, and crass. To these people, you might as well be from another planet. Act naturally, and let the story I’ve created for you work in your favor. They’ll be attracted to your exotic nature and confident personality. I’ll be by your side to assist you if things go awry.”
“And once the wine starts flowing and inhibitions lower,” Elena smiled, “I can take it from there.”
“Just make sure you plug my agenda,” I giggled, “while you’re plugging someone else.”
“Oh,” Elena smirked, “you’ll be in the thick of it to make sure I do. Which reminds me; I have the dress I want you to wear.”
“There’s no way I’m wearing that.” I said, looking at Elena’s selection for me.
“We had a deal, Leveria.” Elena sneered, “Once I get my hooks in the nobles, you’ll suddenly remember you have something important to do. Exit Leveria stage left, enter Lucilla stage right.
Leveria won’t wear this outfit, but my whore
Lucilla sure will.”
“Elena,” I said, “I still don’t think-”
“No, no, no,” Elena smiled while shaking her head, “If I’m going to be taking dick for the safety of the empire, the least you could do is take some with me.”
“Fine,” I grumbled, snatching the outfit from Elena, “bitch.”
“You’re nervous,” Elena smiled warmly, placing her hands on my hips, “you’ve never done anything like this, and you’re scared to let yourself go. I’ll be there the whole time, Leveria. I’ve done things like this, and I can tell you: you won’t regret it.”
Elena was right; the idea of letting myself be so sexually vulnerable disturbed me. I was a monogamist through and through, and the only reason I’d ever had a threesome was because Elena had pumped me full of succubus extract first. Yavara had made Elena a sexually adventurous person, and in turn, Elena had guided me through the pleasures of different perversions. Now Elena wanted me to get fucked by my inferiors. The risks of being caught were great, but I would do it, because I loved Elena. I knew she wanted me to do it because it was something Yavara would do. I wanted to prove to Elena that I could be like my sister; I could be an adventurous slut too.
“I guess I’m kind of excited,” I lied with a smile, “it’s something…new.”
“I can tell when you’re bullshitting me, Leveria,” Elena grinned, “and it means so much more to me that you’re going through with it anyway.”
“Your manipulating me with my love for you,” I said, “you’re making me do this because you know I don’t want to.”
“I am.” Elena smiled, “How does that make you feel?”
“It turns me on,” I gasped, pressing our naked bodies together, and looking lustfully in her eyes, “like nothing else.”
“Good,” Elena whispered down at me, “I want you soaking for me when I introduce my new friends to Lucilla.”
ELENA
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Leveria had me dressed better than I’d ever been. I was wearing one of her signature dresses, the type with a plunging neckline that revealed the insides of my breasts and my entire muscular torso. The skirt was split at the seams, allowing my full, bronze legs to peak from the sides. The dress was red, to make sure I was noticed (in Leveria’s words), though my dark complexion stood out easily amongst the pale skin of the high elves. Even if I was the same color as everyone else, the bulge between my legs would readily give me away, and Leveria had made sure my dress was extra-tight to accentuate it. I wore large diamond earrings and bright red I-suck-dick lipstick. My platinum hair flowed freely from my head, constrained only by the strap of the golden mask that concealed my eyes and nose. I’d gotten the hang of walking in high-heals, and as I confidently strutted up the steps to the ballroom, I began to feel genuinely beautiful for the first time in my life.
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My teen years in The Highlands were spent concealing my curves from male onlookers, as I never desired their attention. I was awkward, introverted, and avoided social gatherings like a plague. Now, I was the center of attention, and every man and woman in the ballroom was eye-fucking me from behind their masks. Leveria held my arm and proudly walked beside me, making sure that I was the focus of our pair. She would break the ice and introduce me to the nobles, and I would do the rest.
“That one there,” Leveria whispered to me as we walked through the gawking crowd, “bejeweled butterfly mask in the corner; that’s your mother.”
“How can you tell?” I asked.
“For security reason, every guest had to give their identities to the guard. I’ve memorized the disguises of every noble in here.” Leveria replied, “would you like me to make sure she’s gone before you…begin?”
“No,” I smiled, “that woman harassed me constantly for my lesbianism; I want her to see me in all my glory.”
“You chastised me for fucking my father,” Leveria sneered, “but you want your mother to watch you get fucked by half the noble court.”
“It’s not sexual,” I chuckled, “it’s about vindication. All of the sudden, I’m her perfect daughter because I have a penis; she thinks I’ll sire children for her.”
“You went through hell just to keep her alive,” Leveria said, “but you really don’t like her.”
“Just because I don’t like my parents, doesn’t mean I want them to die,” I said, looking Leveria down, “I guess we differ there.”
“That one there in the crow’s mask,” Leveria said, changing the subject, “that’s Lord Ternias; he’ll be your jumping-off point.”
“He seemed pretty ardent about attacking Alkandra yesterday,” I said, “shouldn’t we start with an easier target?”
“He holds the most sway in the court.” Leveria said as we approached the lord, “At least ten nobles will vote as he does. Baby steps, Elena, ease him into it.”
“Ambassador Straltaira,” Lord Ternias said, looking me up and down, “you look absolutely stunning tonight.”
“I’m afraid the ambassador won’t be succumbing to your usual tricks, Lord Ternias.” Leveria laughed, “She has a disposition for the fairer sex.”
“And she is well equipped for that disposition.” Lord Ternias chuckled as he glanced at my crotch, “I should have known you’d be cataloguing our disguises, my queen; ‘security reasons’ my ass.”
“You doubt my intentions?” Leveria said with sarcastic indignation, “And how did you recognize me?”
“You’re a smart woman,” Lord Ternias smiled, “I’d prefer if you didn’t think I was stupid.”
“Dually noted.” Leveria replied with a smile, “Ambassador Straltaira is my guest tonight, and she’s rather new to high-society events, so be gentle with her.”
“You mother is an esteemed citizen,” Lord Ternias said to me, “I’m surprised that these events aren’t commonplace for you.”
“I spent my youth tracking and killing beasts,” I replied, “I never quite developed the taste for the finer things in life.”
“This must all seem so pointless to you.” Lord Ternias said, gesturing to the opulent event, “A woman of your nature probably thinks this whole affair is a waste of resources.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I smiled at Lord Ternias, “I could get used to it.”
Lord Ternias smiled back at me.
“I noticed you are without a beverage, Ambassador,” he said, “may I be the first to offer you a drink?”
Leveria gave me a sly nudge. I smiled back at her and walked over to Lord Ternias. Leveria had tactfully told him of my lesbian sexuality, and Lord Ternias had taken it as a challenge. He was a competitive man; this was going to be fucking easy.
“I must warn you, Lord Ternias,” I smiled as I took the glass from his hand, “my years as a ranger and my time in The Dark Queen’s court have fortified my liver. If you plan on getting me drunk, you will be the one under the table.”
“What makes you think I was planning to do that?” Lord Ternias asked.
“I can see your eyes from behind your mask, my lord.” I smiled, “And they haven’t been looking at my face.”
“Forgive a man for gazing upon forbidden fruit,” Ternias laughed, “but you didn’t dress like that to avoid my eyes.”
“There are plenty of women in here,” I chuckled, “maybe I dressed like this for them.”
“Then why are you drinking my wine?”
“Because you offered it to me,” I smiled, “and I like to drink.”
“Forgive me, Ambassador,” Ternias said, “I know you’re not used to the mannerisms of high society, but when a man offers a woman a drink, there’s an implied understanding between the two.”
“Oh, I’m well aware of the implication, Lord Ternias.” I said, “It’s no different in lower society.”
“So then why accept the wine?”
“I’m curious to see what you’ll try to do,” I smiled suggestively, “I think you see me as a challenge, a possible notch on your bed-post; I want to see if you’re as persuasive as Queen Tiadoa led on.”
“Do you like to be challenged?” Lord Ternias asked, leaning toward me.
“I went undercover in a hostile environment.” I replied, “I had to…do things to gain Queen Alkandi’s trust. I do enjoy a challenge, Lord Ternias.”
“These things you had to do,” Ternias said, bringing the glass to his lips, “were they things a woman of your disposition would normally partake in?”
“Some of them were,” I smiled, “the Dark Queen has an insatiable appetite.”
“But the other things?” Ternias asked with a smile.
“Required quite a bit of this,” I smiled back, gesturing to the glass, “but,” I said, my hand brushing against his leg, “after a few glasses, I did quite enjoy doing those…things.”
LEVERIA
We were only an hour into the ball, and Elena already had everyone hanging on her every word. Lady Fueltian was extremely drunk and parked on Elena’s lap, giggling like a fool as Elena expertly toyed with her beneath the dignitary’s dress.
“…so I’m in this succubus den, right?” Elena said, her words slurring, “and these beasts, you wouldn’t believe the things they’ll do for a woman-”
“What kind of things?” Lady Fueltian drunkenly interrupted.
“If you don’t let me finish my story,” Elena grinned at the intoxicated young noble draped on her lap, “I’m going to bend you over the table and show you!”
The crowd roared in laughter, and Lady Fueltian looked up at Elena like she was going to take her up on that offer. Elena placated the woman’s drunken lust with a movement of her hand, sending her into a squirming dance of pleasure.
“So, as I was saying,” Elena continued, her arm completely under Fueltian’s dress, “I think I’m fucked, well I know I’m fucked, but I think I’m gonna die,” Elena waited for the laughter to die down, “and I’m about six-inches deep in this broad, and I’m thinking I’m gonna be sucked dry until I’m not but a skeleton. And I’m scared to death, you know? I’m thinking about my family, and my mission, and all my loved ones. But the whole time I’m also thinking: you know, this ain’t a bad way to go!”
The dignitaries once again erupted in laughter. Elena took the opportunity to work over Fueltian even more. The noblewoman had a visible wet spot forming on the crotch of her dress by now.
“How did you get out of it, Ambassador?” Lord Xantian asked.
“That’s the crazy part,” Elena said, “I finally blow my load in this girl’s mouth, and all of the sudden, I don’t feel her magic anymore. And I look down at this hot piece of ass, and she looks up at me, and you know what she says?”
“What?”
“
Master!” Elena laughed.
“Bullshit!”
“Hand to god,” Elena said, “Queen Tiadoa, back me up on this.”
“It’s true.” I smiled.
“What happened next?” Lady Jonias asked.
“Well, my lady,” Elena said, leaning toward the striking noblewoman, “I reverted back to my ranger training, and figured out the best course of action. I had five hostiles in a cavern next to me, and a priority target in jeopardy. I checked my breath, slicked back my hair, and fucked my way to freedom!”
The nobles cried out in merriment, delighted by the crassness and blunt honesty of Elena.
“What a great sacrifice you made for your country!” Lord Feractian yelled in laughter.
“I was surrounded by enemies!” Elena jubilantly roared back, “I had no choice!”
“You said Brock Terdini was with you,” Elena’s mother butt-in, “why didn’t you kill him?”
“Mother, had I known the threat he’d become,” Elena said somberly, her merriment leaving her in a convincing performance, “I would have. But he was just the chieftain of a small clan from The Pines then, and I needed to gain the trust of Queen Alkandi. Now, I fear, he is the single greatest threat to our empire.”
“What do you mean?” asked Lord Ternias.
“Queen Alkandi holds her power by a thread,” Elena said, “it is Brock Terdini who truly commands the army. Brock Terdini is looking for any way to seize complete power and invade The Highlands. I fear this attack on Alkandra will give him the support he needs to strip Queen Alkandi of control and launch his invasion.”
“This is a disturbing thought, Ambassador,” Lord Ternias said, “are you sure that the Froktora wields this power?”
“The Ten follow the Froktora,” Elena replied, “not the queen; and The Ten desire blood.”
“We may have to rethink our strategy,” Lord Ternias said, “it is good that you have given us this information before we did something rash.”
“If only I had the foresight to see what Brock would become,” Elena said, shaking her head, “so much could have been avoided.”
“You’re so brave,” Lady Feltian said, her eyes staring their desire into Elena, “you should be honored for your courage.”
“Will you be the one honoring me, my lady?” Elena asked, her hand moving methodically under the woman’s dress.
“How would you like to be rewarded?” Lady Feltian asked with an aroused smile.
“I can think of few ways.” Elena smiled, and pushed her other hand between the noblewoman’s legs.
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I could tell by the mood of the crowd that things were going to escalate fast. The men and women of the noble court were all moving together, touching each other while they watched Elena masterfully seduce the lady in her lap. Elena turned to me and gave me a wink. Now was the time for me to hold up my end of the bargain. I said my farewells to my subjects and then walked from the ballroom.
I changed in a nearby closet. The “dress” Elena had given me was little more than a skirt that stopped half-way down my ass, with a bodice that was too short to cover the tops of my areolas. Included in the outfit was a pair of fishnet stockings, which tightly clung around my legs. I had no qualms with wearing this outfit for Elena, but wearing it in the presence of my subjects was a different story. Of course, my anonymity would be protected by my new mask, but that didn’t ease my apprehension. I could feel the panic rising in my chest. This wasn’t something I wanted to do; I was so scared. I was going to humiliate myself for my lover’s amusement. But Elena wanted me to do this, and I loved Elena. I put the replacement mask over my face, took a deep breath, and walked out of the closet.
Elena was fucking Lady Feltian on the table. The noblewoman was on her back and wailing her whorish cries to the hall. Lady Jonias had her dress hiked up past her hips, and was straddling Feltian’s pelvis as she sucked Elena’s exposed breasts. Elena had her own dress pushed up past her ass, and was teasing the frustrated Lord Ternias with each thrust. Ternias stared at Elena’s full, bouncing glutes with envious longing, his erection curving upward beneath his pants. The other nobles were watching as they engaged in their own debauchery; lying in piles of flesh on the floor and writhing in lust. Elena turned her head and gazed lovingly at me, a delighted smile creeping across her lips. Some of the doubt in my heart was erased with the warmth of her expression. She was so happy I was willing to do this for her. I smiled nervously back.
“Ladies and lords,” Elena moaned, “I have a very special guest I invited to the ball today. This is Lucilla, and she’s a whore of the highest standards. Circumstances have brought the two of us together, and I have brought her here for us all to enjoy.”
“You brought a whore to a royal ball?!” Lord Ternias asked indignantly, his erection bobbing comically beneath his pants.
“Oh, shut up Lord Ternias,” Elena smiled back at the man, and spread her legs, “come here and take what you’ve hunted this whole night.”
Lord Ternias’ angry demeanor changed rapidly as he finally got what he was after. He pulled out his cock, gripped Elena’s driving hips, and rammed into her slit. Elena’s mouth curled into a satisfied, gaping smile, and she moaned her lust at me. I knew she’d held off on having sex with a man until I was watching her. She was proving that she’d do things she wouldn’t normally do, so I should do the same.
“Come here, Lucilla,” Elena said with a beckoning finger, “show my new friends the wonderful things you do to me.”
I tentatively walked to Elena as man and woman alike took turns groping me. Internally, I was screeching in shame, but I kept my lascivious façade up, and smiled appreciatively to my molesters. By the time I made it through the crowd, my large, pale breasts were bouncing freely from the top of my bodice, and my ass was entirely exposed from my hiked-up skirt. Elena beckoned me to sit beside the moaning Lady Fueltian on the table.
“My lady,” Elena whispered lustfully to Lady Jonias, “Lucilla is nervous to be in the presence of such high-standing citizens. Could you put my whore at ease?”
“Certainly, Ambassador,” Jonias smiled, before turning to me, “you, whore, come here and please me.”
I nodded submissively to Jonias. The noblewoman slid from Fueltian’s waist and spread her legs for me. I crawled over to her on top of the table and placed my face between her thighs. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked sensually, causing the noblewoman to sigh with delectable satisfaction. Elena watched me from behind her golden mask, smiling down at me for doing the things she wanted. The corners of my mouth curled in a reciprocate smile, my full lips still wrapped around the noblewoman’s bump.
“I’d also like to try your whore, Ambassador.” Lord Xantian said.
“Of course you may, my lord,” Elena moaned through her lust, “she’s a whore; you don’t have to ask.”
I gave Elena an alarmed expression from behind my mask. She smiled warmly and pet my head calmingly. Her encouragement soothed me, and I accepted my vulnerable situation. I spread my legs and perked up my ass for the lord. He greedily grabbed my backside and drove his cock into my cunt. I lurched forward into the woman I was eating, my face pressing into the soft skin of her pelvis. Lord Xantian unceremoniously used me like a piece of meat; thrusting into me with no care for my needs or desires. The penetration aroused me, but his dispassionate usage of my body disturbed me. Despite my misgivings, my womanly lust came over me, and I involuntarily reacted to the man. My pussy leaked with the fluid of my arousal, and my mouth hummed a moan into the lady I was eating.
“She is a fine whore, Ambassador!” Lord Xantain exclaimed, “You must put me in touch with her after the ball.”
“I’ll make sure to exchange credentials,” Elena smirked at me, her body oscillating in lustful fervency, “Lucilla is always looking for high-profile clients.”
“What limits does the whore have?” Lord Feractian asked from the crowd, “What won’t she do?”
“There are no limits with her,” Elena said, “you would not believe the things I’ve seen her do.”
“Is that so?” Lady Jonias said, smiling hungrily at me, “Will you do
anything, whore?”
I nodded submissively. Internally I was writhing in shame, but Elena’s calming presence kept me in character.
“Then eat my ass, girl.” Lady Jonias said, forcing my head lower, “I’ve always been curious what a rim-job feels like.”
“I won’t disappoint you, my lady.” I replied, effecting my voice with a sultry harshness to mask it.
“She speaks!” Lady Jonias laughed, “Now use that tongue for what it’s meant for.”
I tickled Lady Jonias’ pedals with the tip of my tongue, trying to maintain my composure through the increasing pleasure of my vaginal penetration. I was beginning to like my subservient role; Elena was right. The safety of my anonymity permitted me to discover a side of my sexuality I hadn’t known was there. Playing the part of the whore allowed me to fulfill the desires the nobles had not dared to indulge in. It was an exciting prospect, to be the confidant of their perversion. It gave me a small insight into the nobles’ psyche; information that might prove useful in the future. My fear began to leave me. The movements of my tongue became more ardent and deliberate. I moved it slowly up and down along Jonias’ taint until I got to her puckered, pink sphincter. I circled her spokes, lining the creases of her rim with my tongue, tenderly caressing the noblewoman as I evaluated her pleasure by the tones of her whimpers. When I felt she was worked up enough, I pushed my tongue in, and wrapped my luscious lips around her rim.
Jonias’ leg quivered and her sphincter relaxed. I sucked her outsides while I drove gently through her insides. I felt her taint spasm, prompting a cry from the noblewoman and a small giggle from me. Elena had taught me much in the last few weeks, and expressing my newfound prowess on an inexperienced woman was so exciting for me. I got to be her first, and she’d never forget me.
As Jonias’ thighs clamped around me head, I felt a familiar pressure against my asshole. Lord Feractian had maneuvered himself in front of Lord Xantian, and was knocking at my backdoor. I pulled my mouth from Lady Jonias and smiled lecherously back at the man
“Don’t go in dry, my lord,” I said with my effected voice, “you must wet me first.”
“Whores don’t make requests!” Lord Feractian sneered, and pushed in dry.
It hurt like hell, but I was more than worked up enough to enjoy the pain. I cried on my anguish, but arched my back in pleasure. Feractian grabbed my ass firmly, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh of my backside, and spreading me wide to get a view of the things he was doing to me. Below him, Lord Xantian was forced to fuck me at an upward-angle, causing his cock to press roughly on my vaginal floor, and squeeze together with Feractian against my membrane. The result: me screaming in absolute euphoria, shifting my hips back passionately to drive the men deeper.
“My needs must be met, whore!” Lady Jonias yelled, and forced my face back into her ass. I expressed the pleasure of my body with the passion of my anal kiss. I drove my wet tongue deep into the woman, circling through her soft rectal skin, and drawing delectably from her rim with my lips. Her grip on my hair tightened as she spasmed, and then loosened as she surrendered to the feeling. She pet my head while staring possessively down at me, as if I were a favorite toy of hers.
“You are as advertised, whore,” Lady Jonias sighed, “I must get your information after the ball; my husband and I would very much like to buy your services.”
I smiled up at her from around her asshole and gave her a slight nod. It was oddly rewarding to be given praise for something so degrading. I reciprocated my thanks with a deep pull of my lips, drawing her asshole outward from her pelvic floor, the pleasure of my kiss sending her head tilting back in a lecherous cry. I could barely contain the feeling of my own body as the two cocks inside me writhed roughly together, punishing me beautifully and sending streams of ecstatic jolts into my pelvis. I hummed a shriek of ecstasy into the noblewoman’s asshole, but dutifully continued my analingus.
Elena’s pace had increased dramatically. I watched from behind Jonias’ thigh as Lady Feltian screamed out the orgasm Elena provided for her. She came like fountain all over herself and the experienced hermaphrodite, and the nobles watching the spectacle and applauded in a posh manner. Lady Feltian’s diaphragm rose and fell in deep heaves of post-sexual exhaustion. She gained control of herself, and looked Elena gratefully in the eyes.
“Ambassador,” she said with a blissful smile, “no one’s ever made me feel like
that.”
“Now hold on a minute!” Lord Feltian yelled in sarcastic anger.
“I’m sorry, my lord,” Elena laughed, “I’m afraid I’ve accidentally stolen your wife!”
“I demand retribution!” Lord Feltian grinned as he pulled out his cock.
“And you may have it,” Elena smiled back, spreading her cheeks, “as an ambassador, it is my duty to resolve conflict peacefully. Lord Ternias, if you please; I’m afraid you’re going to have to share.”
Lord Ternias pulled out of Elena and laid flat on the table. Elena smirked down at the lord and straddled him in a domineering manner. She worked him aggressively with her driving hips, giving the man a passionate reward for his perseverance. She held her ass spread and moaned back at Lord Feltian. Lord Feltian climbed onto the table and pushed his cock into the ambassador’s asshole. Elena arched her back and wrapped her arms around the sodomizing lord’s head. She drove her pelvis down onto Ternias, her bronze abs flexing and twitching in delightful spasms. Lord Feltian gripped the ambassador by her tan, full breasts and thrust fervently into her ass. Elena’s face tilted upward, her mouth gaping and blasting the tones of her pleasure as her eyes closed in concentration. Her throbbing cock remained unattended, and it seemed a damn shame to waste the best part of the hermaphrodite. Lady Feltian must have thought the same, for she rewarded Elena’s sexual performance with a passionate blowjob. Elena glanced down at the woman, and her gaping mouth curled at the corners in a smile.
The cocks pushing together inside of me were forcing my body to orgasm. My eyes widened and my mouth shrieked muffled ecstasy, but I maintained my analingus. The whore I was playing wouldn’t give in to her own lust, and deny the pleasure of her client. So, I endured the relentless quaking of my nethers, and obediently kept my mouth in place. My body writhed and twisted in perversion; my hips oscillating and my back wrenching, but my face remained dutifully static. My breasts jiggled with the force of the men’s thrusts, and my diaphragm heaved with heavy bouts of lust, but my tongue maintained its methodical motions. And when the climax reached me, and my hips dropped with its intensity, I kept my lips sealed around the woman’s rim. The two men came inside me, filling me with their delicious hot cum, and giving me parting slaps across the ass. Now, I could focus completely on melting the woman in my mouth.
I could feel Lady Jonias coming. Her taint convulsed in a stream of pleasure-induced spasms. Her pussy flowed freely down her pelvic floor and into my mouth. Every gasp and murmur from the woman intensified, until her voice was nothing but a stream of gentle cries and exclamations of delight. Her thighs suddenly closed in on my head, and she reared her body backward. I rose with her, not letting up, always maintaining my ardency and depth. She screamed out, her asshole clenching around my tongue, her legs quivering in euphoria. She held me there in a paralytic stasis of lust, before she relaxed and blissfully fell backward onto the table.
“You,” Lady Jonias smiled down at me, “what was your name again?”
“Lucilla, my lady.” I replied.
“Lucilla,” Lady Jonias cooed, “I have friends who I’d like you to meet. There’s a lot of money in it for you, if you please them.”
“I-”
“Of course,” Elena panted, her body writhing in climax, “of course Lucilla would
love to meet your friends; bring them over.”
The members of Lady Jonias’ caucus walked over to me, stroking their cocks as they gazed hungrily upon my body. There were five of them, and we’d need their votes for tomorrow’s court meeting. I resumed my role as the desperate whore. I slid my body backward until my hips were above my knees, and my back was arching with desire. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on, but I’d never taken this many men at once before. I decided to take control, and be systematic about it.
“You,” I said lustfully to one of them, “come lie beneath me and take my pussy.”
The man slid beneath my body. I dropped my hips and moaned in pleasure as he parted my insides.
“You,” I moaned to another, “come behind me and fuck my ass.”
The man got up onto the table, spread my cheeks, and thrust his sizable manhood into my gaping hole. My shoulders hunched and my head dropped. I lurched forward and back in a perverse rhythm as one man drove in while the other pulled out. I gained control of myself, and addressed the final three men.
“And you,” I said in a drawn-out, lecherous purr, “come take my mouth. You two, come let me feel you in my hands.”
One of the men knelt in front of me, his pulsating member rigidly staring me in the eye. I looked up at the noblemen with the hungry desire of the whore I was playing. I didn’t have to act anymore; I was fully committed to this role. I loved it. I wrapped my full, luscious lips around the man and took him deep into my throat. I smiled internally at his groans of pleasure as I did what I do best. The two men at my sides prodded my cheeks with their members, reminding me of my duties to them. I closed a gentle, cool hand around each of them and stroked to the rhythm of my penetration.
I’d never felt so well-filled before. All around me and inside me, the warm, hard cocks of my noble subjects throbbed in their desire for me. I had taken Elena’s spot as the focus of the debauchery, and the hermaphrodite seemed more than happy to let me be the center of attention. She orgasmed from her double penetration, screaming out with a hoarse cry as Lord Feltian and Lord Ternias filled her with their cum. She blew her load into the slutty mouth of Lady Ternias, and then gracefully dismounted from her penetrators, exchanging passionate kisses with them, before walking atop the table to me.
“Come, noblemen and women,” Elena yelled to the crowd, “take your turns with my whore; she will be disappointed if she is not filled with each and every one of you!”
I looked up at Elena with a lustful gaze as she organized my noble subjects in a line behind my five partners. The man in my mouth drove forward and held my head in place, before he came down my throat. I stared up at him with wide-eyes full of thanks as I covetously drank from his cock. He left my mouth unoccupied, and Elena came down and kissed me passionately, passing the man’s load between us.
“I brought something for you,” Elena smiled when we parted lips, “if you want it.”
Elena held up a vial filled with the purple liquid of succubus extract. In my state, there was no reason not to use it, and intensify the pleasure.
“Put it in me.” I whispered through pants of pleasure.
“Do you like being a whore?” She asked.
“Yessss.” I hissed.
“I told you.” She smiled, and then pushed the syringe into my nipple.
The extract took a hold of me instantly, accentuating every delightful ping of pain and spasm of pleasure. I was driven to carnal insanity, reveling in the defilement of my body as the cocks drove through my tender depths. Man after man took their turns with me, changing from hole to hole. The man in my ass would come and finish in my mouth. I ardently sucked my ass from the man’s cock, gratefully tasting the delicious filth of my rectum and accepting his seed into my belly. The man in my pussy would move to my ass, and then one of the men in my hands would move to my empty slit.
I don’t know how many men I’d pleasured, but my holes were gaping and my body glistening with a sheen of sweat by the time the last man took his spot in my hand. I’d orgasmed too many times to count, and Elena had dutifully put more extract into me after each climax. She participated in the activities, of course, wetting the men’s cocks with her mouth before guiding them into my ass. The crowd watched and cheered my performance, and their approval aroused me even more. I was the center of attention, the most popular girl at the party. I’d never had people my own age actually like me before, and it was gratifying to be liked, even if it was through the guise of a whorish alias. I enthusiastically sucked the man in my mouth and looked over at the woman who had made this all possible for me. Elena was staring back, but not with mutual excitement or love; but with pity.
Why is she feeling sorry for me? I thought,
Does she think I don’t like it? I love it, Elena! Thank you!
Elena leaned down until her mouth was right next to my ear.
“Leveria,” she whispered, “forgive me.”
Elena grasped the strap of my mask and ripped it from my face. I seized up in horror. The jubilant crowd suddenly muted. I looked from the corners of my eyes in terror at the shocked faces of my subjects. The silence was deafening. And then it came: laughter. One voice blurted out, and then another. One by one, the nobles reared their heads back and pointed at their whore-queen. The entire hall filled with a torrent of tortuous ridicule. I stared back pathetically, trapped in fear-induced paralysis.
“I present to you, your queen!” Elena yelled cruelly, and the crowd roared back.
Why?! I thought, looking up at Elena with tears in my eyes,
Why did you do this me?!
Elena never looked back at me. She slipped into the crowd and left me with my holes filled, while the nobles relished the opportunity to demean me.
“Is this how you curry favor with your subjects?” Lord Ternias laughed.
“My queen, you have a husband!” Lady Jonias shrieked.
“Is your child even his?” Lord Xantain ridiculed.
“Fill her up, gentlemen!” Lord Feltian laughed, “Give our
whore exactly what she came here for!”
I cried in shame, but my body still reacted to the succubus extract. I moaned and whimpered like a desperate whore around the man in my mouth, as the men in my ass and pussy drove into me. The three men hurled insults and groped me possessively as they fucked me, and the humiliation and degradation somehow aroused me further. I wanted to break away, to run to the darkest corner of the world and hide, but I couldn’t. I sucked the man in my mouth like the whore they all thought I was. I backed my ass into the man fucking it, and dropped my hips onto the man defiling my pussy.
Oh god, make it stop! I thought, the pleasure of my body taking over the shame of my mind.
“My god,” Lord Xantian laughed, “even after this humiliation, she
still can’t help herself.”
“This brings into question the very legitimacy of the crown!” Lord Ternias yelled, “How can we throw our support behind a woman like this? She’s no better than her whore-queen of a sister!”
“Look!” the man in my mouth sneered, “She’s still sucking my cock like a bitch!”
“And she’s driving back on us!” exclaimed the man in my ass, “Our queen is nothing but a slut! Let’s fill our whore-queen to the brim!”
“Let’s all give her what she wants!” Lord Ternias said, pulling out his cock, “Let’s bathe our wonderful ruler in the seed she so covets!”
The man in my mouth came, and my whorish drug-fueled body greedily drank from him. The man in my pussy came, and I cried out a song of lust and pushed down on him to fill me more. The man in my ass stayed in and pushed my face against the table with his foot. I watched in horror and desire as the male members of my court came up to me. One by one, they sneered at me and squirted their seed upon my body. Tears of humiliation were streaking down my face, but I couldn’t help but open my mouth and smile to them. They looked at me with disgust, their eyes narrowing and their lips scowling after they were done with me. When the last lord had desecrated my body, and I was panting like a bitch in heat and shamefully reveling in the warmth of their seed, the man in my ass began to force me to orgasm. He drove harder and harder, pulling my inner-skin out with each retreat. I wailed my shame and euphoria to the hostile spectators, watching in horror as they turned their gaze away and left me. The quaking in my nethers came, and I arched my back, screaming my lust and disgrace to the ceiling of the ballroom. I squirted my last orgasm onto the table top, and collapsed. The man pulled out and showered me, and then he too left, leaving me all alone, covered from head to toe, and crying in wretched grief.
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Elena had destroyed me. The noble court was a den of snakes, and the monarch always had to make sure they devoured one another’s tails. Now, I was a mouse in the den, and I would be eaten alive for this. My reputation was gone, my dignity was gone, and soon, my crown would be taken from me. They would declare me unfit to rule, throw their support behind Lord Ternias, and force me to abdicate. I had no heir yet to pass the throne to, and my husband would demand a purge of our marriage.
“I wonder, my queen,” a female voice said from the darkness, “why Elena would do this to you?”
Lady Straltaira emerged from a corner of the room, where she had been watching the whole thing.
“What does my daughter have to gain from destroying you?” she asked as she walked to me.
I managed the strength to get up from the table, my skin sticking to the mat as the seed of my subjects dried.
“She played you, didn’t she?” Lady Straltaira said, “She never was your agent, was she?”
I didn’t answer. I told Elena I loved her. I showed her my vulnerability, gave her my trust, gave her my power and love, and she used me. She never loved me, or even cared for me. She played me like a fool, and when the time was right, she stuck the knife in my back.
“You obviously love my daughter,” Lady Straltaira said, “and she used your love as a weapon against us. She’s been faithful to Yavara this whole time. You just let an enemy agent destroy your crown, and implant herself into our court.”
I stared at the floor. My heart was broken. I felt the weight of my betrayal crushing down on me. How could she do this? After all I’d done for her? After all I’d given her?
“You need to kill her.” Lady Straltaira said, “She’s the darling of the noble court, and she’ll use them to destroy us. I heard them when they were leaving; they want to make her a lady of the court tomorrow, to take my place as the representative for the Straltaira family. You have a week before the court votes you unfit to rule; kill her before she destroys us from the inside.”
“My lady,” I said, looking up at her, my voice shaking in grief, “I made a promise to your daughter.”
“Oh?” Lady Straltaira laughed, “Do you still think she loves you? Are you that fucking st-”
I buried the knife into her neck. Lady Straltaira looked at me in terror and shock as the knife came down again and again. She fell to the floor, and I jumped on top of her, tears streaking down my face as I shrieked and plunged the knife into her breast. She coughed up blood, her throat gurgling and her eyes wide and writhing. I didn’t stop. I stabbed her until her eyes were blank, and then I stabbed her more. I felt the rage and grief wash over me, every plunge of the blade making me feel just a little better. I mutilated the corpse of Elena’s mother, and then fell atop her, my body bathing in her blood, the crimson mixing with the white of the seed that covered me. I told Elena what I would do if she left me. I was going to do so much more. I had a week left before I was forced to abdicate, and I was going to use every second of it to make her pay.
I found the strength to get up and wash myself in the bathroom. I cleaned the blood and cum from my body and dressed myself in the clothes I had left in the closet. I silently made my way to my office, avoiding everyone that walked by me. When I got to my room, I found a letter sitting on the table. It was from Elena.
Leveria,
By the time you read this, I’ll have escaped Bentius through the smuggling line we set up. You probably hate me right now, but know that my decision to hurt you wasn’t out of malice, but of opportunity. I’ve destroyed your reputation and threatened the power of your office to mitigate the damage you could cause, not to hurt you on a personal level. I did what I did because you refuse to end this war, and its continuation will be the death of The Highlands. The moment you made me ambassador, my goal has been the safety of our people. When I convinced you to sign that trade agreement, it was my hope that it would diffuse tensions between you and your sister. But you insisted on escalation, and marched your armies into The Tundra, resulting in a battle that has weakened our nation and put us at Yavara’s mercy.
That is why I am leaving you now; because I’ve watched Yavara give into the perverse temptations of power, and I no longer trust her to remain truthful to her word. Every day that passes, Yavara’s ear is filled with the warmongering desires of her generals. I fear that without me to speak sense into her, she will be convinced to see our vulnerable state as an opportunity to attack. My final mission as your ambassador will be to ensure Yavara keeps her army within her borders. I urge you to use what time you have left as queen to back Lord Huntian’s proposal of peace. If I can ensure Yavara does not attack, she will entrench her position along the front, and force you into a stalemate. Victory is no longer an option for you, so why not make peace?
I must believe there is a part of you that can see past your hatred for Yavara. You’re manipulative, ruthless and despicable, but beneath your hard exterior, there is a woman that you desperately try to hide. Be that woman, Leveria, not the person you’ve convinced yourself that you are. Don’t make the same mistakes Yavara has made; don’t stoop to the lowest path because it feels good and it’s easy. If you are capable of making peace, and you can find it in your heart to forgive me, know that I will return to you. I know I betrayed your trust, and that it may seem I was toying with you the whole time, but that was not the case. Every moment we spent together, from your tortuous introduction, to our love making on the floor of your office, has been real and genuine.
Two weeks ago, I told you that I was afraid I’d choose you over Yavara. I’m leaving you for Yavara now, but in my heart, I’ve already made my choice. I’ll answer the question you were too afraid to ask me that night: I love you, Leveria, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. It is up to you to decide if you still feel the same.
With love, Elena.
My tears blotted the parchment. Elena was trying to manipulate me even after her betrayal. She thought I was a fool, that I loved her too much to ever hurt her. She was wrong. I touched my hand to the mirror and waited for Field Marshal Deltian to appear.
“Field Marshal,” I said, “I’ve changed my mind; attack Alkandra. Kill them all.”
“My queen-”
“That’s an order, General.” I said, and then touched my hand to the mirror.
I would no longer be queen by the time Yavara’s army attacked Bentius. King Ternias would be the last ruler of The Highlands. They would kill every man, rape every woman, and enslave every child. Elena said she did what she did to save her people. I was going to make sure they died because of her.
PLOT POINTS
Leveria and Elena go to a royal ball with the intention of convincing the noble court vote against an attack on Alkandra.
Elena makes a deal with Leveria that is she can convince the nobles, Leveria must play the part of a whore named Lucilla. Leveria's identity will be protected, because it is a masked ball.
Elena effectively uses her charm, wit and good looks to convince the nobles to not attack Alkandra. Leveria leaves the party and changes into her whore outfit. She is apprehensive about doing this, but her love for Elena makes her go through with it.
In the middle of the orgy, Elena betrays Leveria, and rips the mask off the queen's face.
Leveria's reputation as a ruler is ruined, and she will likely be voted unfit for office by the noble court. With no heir to pass the throne to, Lord Ternias is likely to be voted king.
Leveria kills Elena's mother.
Leveria reads a letter from Elena that you should read because I'm not writing everything down here.
Leveria decides to attack Alkandra, which she believes will force Yavara to invade The Highlands, and ultimately destroy her kingdom. She does this to spite Elena, and she no longer cares for the well-being of her people, because she will not be their queen anymore.
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