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The Last Shemale Queen

A sequel to The Seduction of Seleste

The False Bride

Chapter 4

Tala returned to Keme's bedroom with a heavy heart. When she climbed into bed again, Keme sleepily demanded to know where she'd been. She lied and told him she'd simply gone to the bathroom. He believed her, and reaching out carefully so as not to knock Kima from his chest, he wrapped her in his arm, and they went to sleep.

Tala woke in the morning with Yatokya's words still echoing in her mind. Yanaba would never love her. Because Yanaba was straight. Yanaba didn't like females . . . she liked cock. Which Tala found mildly ironic since . . . she had a cock. But looking in the mirror at her vanity, she knew she was just a female with a cock. She wasn't a real male. She wasn't someone Yanaba could really love. She was a freak. A Thing.

Tala didn't go to breakfast that morning. She remained instead in her room, staring at her reflection in her vanity mirror. She wasn't surprised when Keme did not enter her room bent on a heart to heart: she heard Iniwa in the hall, telling him to give her some much needed space. And so the space was given.

With breakfast over, Tala remained dismal at her vanity, listening to the outside world, the distant sounds of pups laughing and females talking, merchants shouting and males arguing. With the rising of the sun to its zenith in the sky, the village was alive, and not far from her father's great hut, council members and chiefs were gathered in the council hall, discussing the fates of their tribes and their children.

The winter wolves had arrived that very morning, Chief Coale and his son Prince Sahale among them. Sahale was the one set to marry Rayen. He was also the twin brother of Sakama and one of the youngest sons of the elderly Chieftess Luyua. He was twice their age and had been married only once: his wife died in childbirth.

Tala had watched Sahale from the window and had later listened to him downstairs in the throne room as she hid on the stairs. She had to admit that Keme had chosen well: Prince Sahale was courteous and intelligent, soft spoken and patient - all the things one would never associate with a large, loud, short-tempered brute of a winter wolf. He was, however, as big and muscular as the rest of his clan.

All the winter wolves were huge. The first time Tala saw them from her window, her eyes about popped. They stood six, seven, some even eight feet tall. The elderly chief was shriveled up and bent over at five feet and nine inches . . . which was still taller than most wolves in the summer village.

Sitting on the stairs and hugging her knees, Tala had listened to their deep basses and the curt way in which Rayen spoke to Prince Sahale - who did nothing but remain courteous and kind to her. Listening to the way Rayen treated her betrothed, Tala had felt a sudden rush of anger. Keme had made a great match for her -- while Tala was expected to marry someone who insisted on calling her Thing -- and all Rayen could do was flail and act like a brat.

"This is all your fault!" Rayen screamed, bursting suddenly into Tala's room.

Tala's eyes hooded. Cue the brat, she thought. Looking in the vanity mirror, she could see Rayen behind her, breasts heaving angrily, mane tousled from having flown up the hall. Naira had come with her and looked just as angry. Their screwed up faces were as identical as everything else about them.

"Everything's my fault," Tala muttered sarcastically. "Oh, and thanks for knocking."

"They decided to move the weddings up," Rayen went on, spit flying from mouth. She paced back and forth and tossed her paws. "And all because they're afraid you'll do something stupid!" She pointed an accusatory finger at Tala. "Now I've got to pack off with that lumbering ice brain --!"

Tala whirled on her stool and her long mane tossed. "They moved the weddings up!"

"Yes," hissed Naira, pretty green eyes narrowing on Tala. "Because of that shit you pulled yesterday, the council wants to make sure the alliance is formed! You must marry Yatokya tomorrow - which means Rayen must leave with Sahale today!"

Rayen nodded angrily. "The winter wolves thought it unfair that the sun wolves got their bride first."

Tala gulped. Ah. So it _was_her fault.

"My sister," Naira seethed, "is being torn from me!" She took a halting step forward and slapped Tala hard across the face. Before Tala could recover, Naira had swept from the room with a flare of her mane and tail.

Tala sat very still, her face burning. She was surprised to realize Rayen was still standing there. Her sister stood with her paws on her hips, clad in a dark green bandeau and matching skirt and shawl. Gold studs were in her ears and gold bracelets were on her wrists. She also smelled of perfume: she had used mane oils for the first meeting with her betrothed.

"What?" Tala demanded, turning back to her vanity. "Aren't finished blaming me for everything? Go on. I can't feel any worse . . ." she muttered the last part while thinking of Yanaba.

"I was just thinking how I hate you," Rayen said, paws on her hips. Her shawl draped around her akimbo arms, dangling with gold tassels. "You have always screwed me continuously out of everything! My parents' love and attention --"

"Pft."

"The love of my younger sister --"

"You care nothing for Moema!"

"And now you get the better husband while I am shipped away to the winter tribe. Do you know how big those fools are? After I bear the first child, they will be able to fit a canoe in my twat."

Tala burst out laughing. She was surprised when Rayen smiled reluctantly.

Tala turned to face her sister again. "You really think I got the better deal? Sahale is a dream. And you were very mean to him."

Rayen snorted. "If you want Prince Sahale, you can have him!"

Tala smiled slowly. ". . . not a bad idea, Rayen. Not a bad idea at all."

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Yatokya could not understand why Tala felt the need to wear a stupid veil for their wedding. Veils were typically for foreign brides, females who came from weird tribes with weird customs that required them. But a veil was not required by those of the summer or those of the sun, and yet . . . Tala insisted on this madness!

No matter. Everyone was so happy that Tala was going through with the wedding without a fuss, they gave her whatever she wanted. Literally. If she asked for something - in her muffled voice from behind the veil - it was given to her: sweets, drinks, plates of food, litters to carry her, even kisses on her rings. In fact, Yatokya thought she'd become something of a spoiled brat overnight: the Tala he had known would never have demanded so many gifts and so much attention.

Keme danced with Tala all evening, kissed her cheek through the veil and paraded her around on his arm. Her family from the summer village also attended the wedding, glowing and happy and laughing. Uncles, cousins, and grandparents crowded Yatokya, playfully demanding that he look after their Tala, honor and love her, protect her . . . and all the crap that Yatokya drowned out as he gulped from his goblet.

But Yatokya kept his promise to his father and was courteous and kind, even dancing with Tala's grandmother, the little shemale who no one on the sun council seemed to suspect was shemale . . .

By the end of the festivities, Yatokya found himself sitting at the high table, slowly drowning his sorrows in a green demijohn as he debated with one of the royal protectors - a male named Mio -- over the fallacies of the lone wolf tradition.

"Why should I . . ." slurred Yatokya, "take food out of my pocket to feed a prisoner in a prison system? Especially when we can just cast the bastards out to fend for themselves. Tell me that."

"Food out of your mouth," Mio corrected and took a drink.

"Huh?"

"You meant . . . outta your . . . you know what? Forget it."

"Well, answer me."

"Huh?"

"Why should I . . ." began Yatokya again but was cut off when Honiahaka approached the high table. He scowled at his goblet as his father stood over him. "What I do now, Dad? I've been on my best behavior. Can't I have a last drink before I die?"

Honiahaka frowned. "Stop talking like that. You told me only the night before that you were in love with Tala --"

I am in love with Tala, Yatokya thought wretchedly.

"--and yet you speak of her this way! I came to tell you that it is time. She is waiting in the bedroom you will share in her father's home. The hut is empty while the festivities here continue. Go to her. As custom decrees."

Yatokya wobbled up from the table and lifted his goblet to Mio. "Well, sooooo long - duty calls!"

Honiahaka's face hardened, and Yatokya withered under his father's cold gaze. He cleared his throat and set his goblet on the table. Honiahaka helped him tie on the magnificent blue feathered cape that had been gifted to him by his father for the ceremony. Seeing this, everyone cheered and tossed flower petals from the waiting bowls: when the husband tied on his cape, it meant he was off to consummate the marriage.

"What is the matter, my son?" Honiahaka muttered under the cheering. "You love Tala dearly; I have known this for years."

Yatokya swallowed hard.

"And yet, when the time has finally come to marry her. . . you are bitter and angry. You sit here miserable and fail to enjoy your own wedding!"

Yatokya didn't answer. He chose to wave at the crowds instead.

Honiahaka sighed. "I wish your mother was here. She is better at making you talk than I."

"One reason I'm glad she's not here," Yatokya said brightly and was glad when his father laughed. He clapped Honiahaka on the shoulder. "I'm fine, Dad. Now if you'll excuse me . . . I've got some virginity to lose."

Honiahaka gave Yatokya a playful yank on the tail, and he knew his father was reminding him that he had already lost his virginity . . .

Forcing on a smile, Yatokya made his way through the cheering crowds. White flower petals clung to his mane and shoulders as they spiraled lazily across the twilight sky. Wolves everywhere were tossing them as they lined the streets that led to the grand hut, to the grand hut and Yatokya's new wife.

When Yatokya had entered the bedroom he would now share with Tala, he instantly regretted all the bitter years he had spent mocking and teasing her: she was still wearing the damn veil. Did she really think she was that ugly? She was gorgeous. It was something he could not bring himself to admit. He resented her failure to love him too deeply.

Stepping into the gloom, Yatokya let his feathered cape fall from his shoulders and pulled off his circlet. He set the circlet on the vanity and glanced over at the bed, where Tala lay in her wedding attire, waiting for him. The gown she'd worn to the ceremony was lovely, a white one piece with long flowing skirts and long flared sleeves. Resting on her high backside was a cascade of many trailing white ribbons which poured down the back of her skirt from a large bow.

"Why the hell is it so dark in here?" Yatokya demanded. He went to some candles but halted when Tala's muffled voice begged him to. He looked at her in amazement. "I'm not allowed to light candles either? Tala . . ." He laughed. "You're not that damn ugly. Take the veil off. I've seen you naked before, for god's sake . . ."

Tala shook her head and whispered behind the veil, "Please . . ."

Yatokya rolled his eyes and went back to folding his cape. He set it carefully on the stool before the vanity. He could feel Tala's eyes watching him, and when he glanced at her again, they glittered hungrily behind the veil. She wanted him? Pft. Maybe she was drunk.

"Alright," Yatokya said, flopping beside her on the bed, "let's get this over wi --"

His sentence was cut off when she grabbed his dick. She pulled the veil off, and it was so dark, he could only see her eyes gleaming. She leaned down without preamble and sucked his dick. His head fell back as she spit on him, then followed up with lips and tongue. She was devouring him eagerly. Shit. Was it his birthday?

"Tala," Yatokya whispered, "slow down!"

Her paws were everywhere, as were her kisses. He finally thought to hell with it, and in a sudden frenzy, he kissed her back. He pressed her on her back and fingered her. She twisted under him and sighed. He mischievously went for her clit and was surprised when she did not try to stop him . . . nor did her clit pump up into a cock.

"What's the matter, Thing?" he whispered. "Too tired after molesting my sister!"

She halted and stared at him in amazement. He winced, hating himself. How could he judge her when he had groped her so many times when they were children? Sneaking into her bedroom during one of his visits had allowed him to become intimately familiar with her ass. When they were eleven, he sucked her budding little tits as she slept and sniffed her hot pussy . . . though he'd been too afraid to lick it for fear she might wake. The truth was, he was angry that she had pleasured his sister as she slept instead of him. No . . . she had never wanted him.

Yatokya bowed his head and closed his eyes. "Look, Tala, I appreciate the enthusiasm you're trying to put into this, but we don't have to. I mean . . . not tonight."

Tala's response was to kiss him. Hard. Yatokya was shocked when she hitched up her skirts and locked her thighs around him. He could feel the heat of her sex against his sudden erection. He dipped his hips and slid home, and her maidenhead broke around him. He was surprised by the intense fire in her eyes as she looked at him.He was even more surprised when she kissed him tenderly on the mouth as they made love. The warmth in her eyes . . . it sent a shiver of happiness through him. Could it be? Could it be that she loved him too? Finally?

"Tala . . ." he whispered breathlessly, helplessly as they rocked together. "Tala . . . I . . ."

"Shh," she soothed, touching his face. "Don't say anything. You will regret it in the morning."

"What?"

"Shh," she repeated and kissed his lips gently.

Yatokya's eyes softened as she kissed him and he kissed her back carefully, skillfully, in a way that made her moan. Her tongue tasted him, and then their tongues were wrestling as he pressed inside. Her breasts rode with his thrusts and he dropped his head to kiss and suckled them. She curled her fingers in his mane and whispered that she loved him inside.

Yatokya made love to her the night through, exchanging such whispers that would have made him blush only a few years ago. It was the most wonderful night of his life. In the morning, when he awoke at his wife's side, Rayen was lying beside him, not Tala.

And he did regret it.