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The Last Shemale Queen

A sequel to The Seduction of Seleste

Juicy Pussy

Chapter 10

Yatokya dreaded going to the crow tribe. He had been there before with Honiahaka and remembered how the wolves there had treated them. The crow tribe was a remote clan ruled by its female members. Yatokya did not know how they managed it, but they commanded the respect of the other tribes, in spite of the fact that they were run by females.

The crow wolves were ruled by a chieftess, only females were allowed to learn magic, and all of their council members were - surprise, surprise - female. The males were warriors who went out to hunt and protected the village like in any other tribe, but they had no voice whatsoever and very few choices. A male did not choose his wife but was chosen; a male was not permitted to travel further than the immediate forests that surrounded the village; a male moved into his wife's home after he had been given to her, and if he cheated on her with another female - or, in some cases, another male - he was castrated.

The males of the crow tribe were ruled with an iron fist - much the way females were ruled in other societies - and walking along with Keme as he explained these things to the summer chief, Yatokya suddenly realized that Naira would one day be in real power there: she had been given in marriage to the prince of the crow tribe.

Despite the fact that Keme had distant relatives in the crow tribe, he didn't know the first thing about them and insisted that they not contact his relatives while there - for political reasons. Keme's lack of knowledge where the crow wolves were concerned horrified and astonished Yatokya, who became determined to teach his father-in-law everything he knew. As he ranted on about the customs and traditions, he would catch Keme smiling at him in amusement, and he knew the summer chief was thinking of Honiahaka.

After crossing the river, they came to a forest where the trees were white, even their leaves. They stood solemn and beautiful in the bright moonlight, cool to the touch and frothing with white grass around their roots. Yatokya informed the others that the crow wolves called the forest the Chiy Woed - or the White Forest in common tongue. Yatokya further explained that the crow wolves spoke an old variation of the moon wolf language, but were also fluent in common tongue - to Keme's great relief.

The day they approached the crow tribe, Yatokya saw three dour faced females come their way from the gates - backed by four armed males -- and was suddenly glad Yanaba was with them: had they no female in their midst, they would have been treated with a great amount of disdain, like slugs unworthy of the effort of speaking to.

The group of crow wolves stopped before them, and Yatokya dropped to his knees almost on reflex. He was glad when Keme and the others had the sense to follow suit. Yanaba almost knelt as well, but Yatokya hissed for her not to.

There was silence as the crow wolves appraised them. Yatokya stole a glance at them and was glad to see that the females were haughtily pleased. He was not surprised that every wolf in the group was black: all crow wolves were black. But each one had different colored eyes, from green to gray to brown to blue. The males were dutiful and solemn, clutching their spears readily, black crow feathers in their manes. The females were clad in garments: skirts, shawls, thin triangular cloths on their breasts . . .

The female in the lead was clearly the chieftess, and Yatokya cocked an eyebrow: that the chieftess herself had come out to greet them said a lot. It said she already knew they were coming. She stood solemn in a long dress made of white bear fur with a very high collar. Diamonds sparkled in her ears and one was in her nose. Her eyes were a vibrantly cold blue. Her black mane was piled in a magnificent bun atop her head and hugged by a sparkling tiara. She was Chieftess Eyota, if Yatokya's memory served him correctly.

Either side of the chieftess, the other females stood, and the one on the right was clearly a sorceress given her great staff. The staff was tied with crow feathers, the wood charred black as if burnt. Her long black mane fell straight down her back, and atop her head sat a great headdress of black glossy feathers. Feathered earrings were in her ears, and her hips were clad in a brown garment that looked like a loincloth. Her breasts were wrapped in a stringy top made of triangular cloths that barely hid her bursting breasts. She was smirking and stood with her incredibly long nails gleaming in the sunlight. Yatokya remembered that her name was Genessee. He also remembered that she had once tried to seduce him. She stuck a paw on her wide hip, and playing with the strap of her stringy top, she eyed Yatokya with dark delight. He gulped and looked away.

The third female standing on the other side of the chieftess was Haiwee, the royal interpreter. He remembered that the chieftess absolutely refused to speak common tongue, despite the fact that she could speak it fluently. So Haiwee was always at the side of the chieftess whenever foreigners arrived. Haiwee was very small - everything about her was. Her short black mane was curly and flopped in her eyes, and she was clad in a simple brown fur shawl with no skirt but a loincloth similar to Genessee's. The upper class females in the crow tribe did not wear skirts but very thin loincloths that barely covered their ass cheeks . . . something that had driven Yatokya slightly mad on his last visit.

After some time had passed, Chieftess Eyota began speaking the crow tongue quickly and briskly. Her tone was not welcoming but businesslike and cold.

Haiwee listened patiently to the chieftess without looking at her. Her calm gray eyes were fixed on Yanaba. When the chieftess had finished speaking, Haiwee interpreted, "She says that the escort was sent long ago and that we are still waiting for Princess Naira - why."

Yanaba lifted her eyebrows. "Uh - the escort never arrived," she answered, recovering from her surprise. No doubt she had expected some sort of greeting, but Yatokya knew Chieftess Eyota and knew her well: she always got right down to business.

"We are here on other business," Yanaba went on, looking not at Haiwee but directly at the chieftess. "We can tell you nothing of Naira's progress here. If her highness wishes to discuss it, it would be in vain."

The chieftess regarded Yanaba with a cocked eyebrow, impressed that the young teen had met her eye and spoken to her without fear. Yatokya was also impressed: Chieftess Eyota was an imposing figure, standing tall and cold, wrapped in a white shawl and the high collar of her sweeping dress. She was imperious. But Yanaba was unafraid. Eyota could respect that.

The chieftess began to speak again, this time with a faint smile. Haiwee listened, also smiling faintly.

"She knows what your business is," the interpreter said when the chieftess had finished. "You come here seeking the shemale and her friends."

Yatokya had to resist the sudden urge to raise his head: to do so would have deeply displeased the chieftess. Males were to say nothing and remain still until some female deigned to acknowledge their presence. They were not to look at anyone either. Yatokya had been sneaking glances so far. He knew that the four males who had escorted the chieftess were staring into the distance and not looking at anyone, it having already been beaten into their heads that they should not.

"Yes!" Yanaba said breathlessly. "Is she here?"

The chieftess spoke one word.

"No," answered the interpreter simply.

Yanaba stood crestfallen. Kneeling behind her, Yatokya felt his heart deflate. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the quiet frustration of Keme.

"She did not stop to speak long," spoke up Genessee for the first time. She smiled sympathetically at Yanaba. "She could not speak. She looked to be gravely injured. Her companions did not speak either - I believe one sincerely could not. The other simply _would_not."

"Where did they go? Please tell me!" Yanaba returned. She was getting excited, struggling to compose herself.

Genessee smiled, still sympathetic. "I believe they went to a place you can not go, little sister."

Yanaba shook her head. "I don't understand. Where did they go?"

The chieftess spoke up, speaking quickly and impatiently in crow tongue.

"She invites you to her home," Haiwee interpreted. "She grows tired of standing here and is certain you do as well. She is also certain you would like a change of clothing and to rest. Your companions can rest in the Confine."

Yanaba nodded uncertainly.

Yatokya held back a groan. The Confine was little more than a heavily guarded longhouse - somewhat akin to a cage -- where untrustworthy males were held: foreigners, criminals, cheating husbands. Yatokya knew it was a tad insulting that Chief Keme should be sent there, but he also knew Chieftess Eyota was suspicious as to why her escort had not returned with Princess Naira. Keme had lost her trust, so he had lost her respect, and while in her lands, he would be treated as any other male.

They followed the chieftess and her escort into the village. The crow village was relatively large, and the females far outnumbered the males. Yatokya saw males toiling in gardens while their wives gossiped in wicker lounge chairs. Small female pups ran about naked, long black tresses flying, tails streaming as they giggled. Yatokya smiled when he saw a few of them blowing bubbles with straws. The bubbles wobbled across the bright blue sky, twinkling with a rainbow sheen.

All the houses in the crow tribe were longhouses. Yatokya could see males gutting the fish they'd caught from the river, hanging laundry, bringing sheep into the stables. Here, males did most of the work, while females mostly sewed clothes and prepared meals. Neither sex seemed to look after their own children, however.

Yatokya bristled with frustration when the group suddenly separated: two of the males who'd accompanied the chieftess led Yatokya and the others to the Confine - while Yanaba went with Eyota, Genessee, and Haiwee to the giant longhouse where the chieftess and her family lived. Ugh. It would be a long time before Yanaba could share any news about Tala with them. A long time.

Given that Honiahaka commanded a great deal of respect from the crow tribe, Yatokya had been to the Confine only once before, and that was for refusing sex to the many females who approached him. Among the crow tribe, a female was never to be refused when she asked a male for sex. Genessee had gone easy on Yatokya the last time he'd seen her, simply allowing him to walk away unscathed from her failed seduction.

They passed inside the Confine, which was one long room lined with flickering torches and barred cages. There were males in some of the cages, dull-eyed, resigned, restlessly pacing. Yatokya's frustration doubled when he and his companions were each placed in separate cages. Yatokya knew exactly why: the females of the crow tribe insisted on commanding control over every aspect of a male's life, even male-on-male sex. There would be no hanky panky. Not unless a female crow wolf commanded it. And Yatokya knew that they sometimes did.

The cells were not barren, however. They were not even ugly. Each cell was modestly decorated and contained a narrow bed, a table, a display with flowers in wicker-cradled jars. Yatokya and each of his companions were locked away, but they were brought food and water at each meal.

In between meals, Yatokya and the others paced restlessly or else speculated on where Tala could be and what Yanaba was being told in the great longhouse even now. Night had fallen when Yatokya suddenly found himself exhausted from worry. He collapsed on his bed and slept.

When Yatokya woke, he was some place he didn't recognize. He sat bolt upright and almost hit his head on a low-hanging wicker basket. Someone had covered his chest in a sheet, but the sheet fell away, gathering over his groin. He pushed his mane back from his face and looked around. He was in a large bed, in a large room. The room was dark but glowed with many white candles. The shelves were lined with them, as were the little tables. Books were also sprawled on the tables, jutting with crow feathers that had been used as bookmarks. In the center of the room was a basin for bathing, and Yatokya jolted when he saw Genessee naked in the water. Towels waited for her, folded neatly on a chair. Behind her, her charred staff stood against the wall, and her magnificent feathered headdress sat in a glass case beside it.

Yatokya swallowed hard and rose from the bed. Genessee was humming happily to herself. She kicked her shapely leg up from the foam of bubbles and washed it. Her slanted eyes slid to him, then back to her arm as she rubbed a large soapy sponge up it.

Yatokya wandered toward a table and thumbed through one of the books on it, trying to remain casual. He didn't need to ask why she had brought him here. She had made her desires crystal clear the last time she'd done this to him. He held back a sigh, wondering how he was going to get away this time. He could feel her hungry eyes on his muscular back and hard backside.

"You saw us coming," Yatokya said into the silence, "long before we came."

"Yes," the sorceress answered. She rose from the water with it dripping off her breasts, and Yatokya quickly averted his eyes. He could hear the smirk in her voice as she went on, "I scried you in the water. I watched as you and your companions traveled steadily toward our village. How delighted I was to see my young Prince Yatokya, a few years older and hopefully a little hornier."

Yatokya laughed shortly. He glanced her way: she was coming for him, wrapped in a white towel. He looked away when she touched his cheek. The sweet smell of her was oppressing. He could see her cleavage rising just above the towel. He was fourteen when she pulled her top down and showed him her naked tits. Fourteen. He remembered tripping backward over two chairs and a table before escaping with his hard cock flapping. She was easily twice his age.

"Yes," she whispered, emerging from his thoughts. "Your penis was hard and flapping . . . and dripping. I remember wanting to taste . . ."

Yatokya squeezed his eyes shut. He turned away. "What did you tell my sister? Where is Tala?"

She stood behind him, slowly rubbing her small paws up and down his back. She massaged his broad shoulders, then dragged her paws down his back in a line of fire and squeezed his backside until he blushed. She had dropped off the towel: he could feel her naked breasts touching his back, the large and hard nipples. Her hot breath touched his shoulder.

"I'll tell you," she whispered, "if you have sex with me. Here. Now."

Yatokya sighed. "Gen . . ."

Her paw slowly reached around and closed on his soft cock. He watched, frowning with pleasure, as he slowly hardened in her fingers. She massaged him as if she was shaping him, rolling his dick carefully, slowly. He saw pre-cum seeping out and grimaced with the strain.

"Why do you keep resisting?" she pouted.

Yatokya opened his eyes. Why did he? Without warning, he spun around. Genessee squealed when he jerked her around and bent her over the table. Smiling and triumphant, she lifted her tail and stuck her ass out. He peeled her dark pussy lips open with his thumb and rammed his hard cock home. She shrilled as he filled her, as the white fluids of her arousal slid him deep. Sighing as that hot pussy clenched on him, he groped her tit and started to thrust. Her other tit flapped as they rocked against the table, breathless and squirming, grinding their hips in their desperate need to mash their most intimate places together.

Suddenly wild, Yatokya growled and sank his teeth in her neck. She choked out, sobbing with pleasure as he fingered her clit. Her sex was stretched taunt around him as he slid in and out of her juices. Fuck, she was wet. He could feel the droplets of her arousal splashing him each time he banged in.

They rocked together, panting, but silent. Genessee cried out, and desperate to admit Yatokya further into her pussy, she pressed her ass against him and leaned forward, sending several books flying from the table in a sudden flurry of crow feathers. She almost fell on her face, and Yatokya fumbled to catch her. Her soft ass flapped with his rhythmic thrusts, her tits jiggled. He cupped them and massaged. She straightened up again. Her head fell back against him and she twisted, thrusting her breasts out, as if into his paws. He leaned down over her shoulder, and as his thick cock stabbed up and in, he licked her nipples. That sent her over the edge. Her screams became shriller, louder, more helpless as her juices washed over him, as her pussy moistened and lengthened.

"Oh god, that's it, Gen . . ." Yatokya whispered. "Uh!" he grunted and stabbed himself up and in, hard. Her narrow waist twisted from the thrust and her tits rippled softly in his grasp.

Yatokya buried a kiss in her neck and sputtered as he came. She came with him, reaching back to grab his neck and kiss him on the mouth. They sagged together against the table. After a pause, Yatokya pulled his soft cock free and watched Genessee's tight pussy suck shut again. The slit of her sex was dribbling with his cum. Crap.

Pushing his mane back from his face, Yatokya went to the bed and sat on the edge of it. Genessee walked back to the bath as if to bathe. "No -- don't!" he called. The sorceress blinked, then smiled and came to him. He took her paw, smiling up at her. "Let me." He then pulled her down on the bed and licked her juicy pussy until she squirted - and he licked her again.

Some minutes later found Genessee lying breathless on the bed, smiling with hooded eyes at the ceiling. Yatokya lay beside her, his big arm behind his head, watching her in amusement. To think, if he had only slept with her years ago, he would have known how to please Tala . . . He had never gone down on a female before Genessee. But he had always wanted to go down on Tala . . . so desperately. The fact that she had a cock and a pussy to please only made the idea all the more enticing.

"Where's Tala?" Yatokya said into the silence.

Genessee laughed breathlessly. "A one-track mind. At least let me catch my breath, my young stud." She rubbed his hard thigh with a fond paw.

"Sorry," Yatokya said sincerely. "It's just . . . we heard she was dying." He looked at Genessee, frowning with worry. "Dying and in the company of strangers. We thought she might have been with your wolves. That's why we came here."

Genessee looked at Yatokya sympathetically, her straight black mane flowing glossy around her slanted eyes. "I will tell you what I told your sister: you can not get there."

Yatokya scowled. "The hell I can't!"

Genessee shook her head against the pillows. "The magic is strong there. You could die, even if you managed to get inside. I believe her friends took her there to heal her. Or perhaps they did not. Perhaps they simply took her south of here."

"South," Yatokya said thoughtfully. "South of the White Forest is lake country, the lake tribe."

Genessee nodded. "They say the waters are healing there, though I do not believe it. And of course, you would have to make it through the Chiy Woed, make it past the Old Place."

Yatokya looked at her quickly. "The Old Place?"

"The magic place. It is guarded by a magic barrier. Our tribe has learned to steer clear of it. You would do well to do so. If you traveled south from here, along the White Cliffs, you could get by without coming in contact with the barrier."

". . . and if I come in contact with it?"

"The magic will turn you around, confuse you, lead you in circles."

"Ah." It sounded like the barrier on the village of the plains wolves. Yatokya moaned and massaged his eyes. What if Tala was in this magical place and behind this barrier? He would not be able to get to her. He frowned. But the second she came out, he would be waiting at the lake village. He glanced at Genessee. "Thank you for your help, Gen."

She smiled. "Thank you for finally eating my pussy."

Yatokya laughed. "Your _juicy_pussy," he said fondly. He grabbed her tit and gave her a kiss on the cheek that made her smile.

"There are spirits in the White Forest," Genessee whispered seriously. "Beware."

"Spirits?" Yatokya didn't recall any spirits.

"Yes. Do not disturb the bones."

They stayed with the crow wolves exactly one night. With a lead to follow, Keme wanted to set out again at once, and Yatokya fully agreed.

They waited at the village gates for Yanaba, and when she came to them, Yatokya's heart about stopped. His sister was wearing a scanty ensemble almost identical to Genessee's: a stringy top that barely held triangles of blue cloth over her big breasts, and a matching blue loincloth. She had also been given weapons: a chest scabbard with a sword on her back and a dagger that was strapped by a belt to her thigh. She came toward them with anklets on her ankles, breasts riding, and hips swaying, all her curls flowing in the wind, and Yatokya saw Maka and Pati's mouths fall open. He elbowed them both in their stomachs and they recoiled as he practically lunged at Yanaba.

"What is your problem?" Yanaba demanded when he grabbed her shoulders, shielding her from the sight of the others with his body.

"My problem!" Yatokya almost yelled. "My sister is practically naked!"

Yanaba shrugged him off. "Females go about in less than this at home. Stop being stupid, Yato."

Yatokya glowered. "You are a princess first and foremost! You are not a peasant girl or a warrior!" He gestured at her body, trying not to look at her. "Couldn't they at least give you a shawl! What is that thing? It barely covers your breasts! I'll have to beat Maka and Pati off with a stick --"

"Calm down!" Yanaba cried irritably and her fangs flashed. "I can take care of myself, Yato."

Yatokya shook his head. "No. You're not wearing that. Take it back."

Yanaba scoffed. "Get out of my way!"

Yatokya grunted when she shoved him aside. He watched irritably as she joined the others. Keme led the way into the White Forest at once, and Sa followed. Maka and Pati hung back, parting before Yanaba and bowing to her reverently. The drooling fools. Yanaba marched past them. Before they could follow her, Yatokya came up behind them and grabbed their muscly arms.

"If either of you," he said into their ears, "lays a finger on my sister, I will demote you from warriors to eunuchs."

Maka and Pati stiffened with fear. It was a threat that was very, very real. Males who violated princesses were in danger of becoming eunuchs . . . or becoming dead.

"So we understand each other?" Yatokya hissed.

Maka and Pati nodded stiffly. "Yes, highness!"

"Good." Yatokya shoved them on, and they hurried to catch up with Keme, Yanaba, and Sa, who were waiting under the trees.

Yatokya turned to find Genessee standing there. She was wearing her great headdress once more, was holding her staff, and was also holding his spear. "You forgot it," she said. "You were in such a hurry to go running after your Tala. She is a lucky girl."

Yatokya smiled miserably. "I'd say pretty unlucky to get stuck with an ass like me . . ."

Genessee frowned and touched his face. "No. You are a good boy, Yatokya. Your greatest fault is that you fight yourself. Always, you fight yourself. You fought your desire for Tala for years, and it manifested in the way you treated her as a child. Stop fighting. Stop struggling. Learn to flow . . . as water."

Yatokya cocked an eyebrow. "Be water. Alrighty. Goodbye, Gen."

Genessee laughed lightly at his mocking tone. "Goodbye, Yatokya. And remember: do not disturb the bones."