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The Last Shemale Queen

A sequel to The Seduction of Seleste

Screams

Chapter 6

Tala wasn't sure how she managed it, but she was allowed to wear a veil over her face the entire duration of their journey to the winter village. She wasn't sure why Rayen had ever complained: the male winter wolves who escorted Tala were courteous and kind, towering above her with their gentle eyes, easily carrying her over mud puddles and never allowing her to lift anything heavier than a spoon. Tala wanted to laugh at their scrambling: she could snap all of them in halves, easy.

There were many times during the journey where Prince Sahale or one of the council members would make some inquiry of her - was she tired, was she hungry, did she need carrying? And to be safe, Tala tried to answer with as few words as possible. All of them had spoken to Rayen, so all of them knew her unmistakably haughty voice and mannerisms. Tala was exactly the opposite: polite and down-to-earth. What was more, Tala's fur was pale brown, while Rayen's was gray. When planning their deception, the sisters had decided it was best to wear dresses with long sleeves and long skirts, the better to hide their fur color. So Tala, clad in her white wedding gown, also had to be very careful in her movements, lest a winter wolf catch a glimpse of a pale brown ankle. If they suspected deception before they even got her to the village, she would be in it deep.

Sacnite - who had been ordered by Keme to wait on Rayen as her servant in the winter village - was the only one who seemed to realize something was amiss. But Sacnite was also no fool: revealing Tala's true identity would not only land Tala in trouble, but it would land Sacnite in trouble as well. The winter wolves would likely assume she was a part of the ruse and perhaps have her whipped and sent back to Keme with markings just to spite him. The winter tribe was ruthless and unforgiving, especially when another tribe had gone back on their word. No, Sacnite was wise enough to keep her mouth shut, but she watched Tala closely throughout their travels.

It was Tala's intention to flee before she was forced to sleep with Prince Sahale, who was, in fact, her cousin through her mother. Growing up, she had often heard talk of her relatives in the winter village, of Luyua, once a princess of the summer tribe, who had been given away to the winter tribe as the peace offering that ended the war. Luyua - now chieftess of the winter tribe - would have been elderly now, perhaps somewhere near eighty summers, with too many children to fathom. Prince Sahale was one of the youngest of her children and in no way in line for the throne. The extent of his power was so limited, Rayen might as well have been given to a commoner - which was Keme's intention, Tala was certain. Keme would not want his daughter in the midst of the political intrigue, but at the same time, he would want her with a wealthy male who could take care of her. Prince Sahale was ideal.

On the fifth or sixth day, the winter village began to take shape on the snowy landscape. Village walls became clear against the jagged tops of snow-capped pine trees, and columns of smoke rose against the white sky. With her hood drawn up and her veil over her face, Tala hugged her shawl against the cold and smiled when Prince Sahale protectively walked before her to shield her from a sudden cold gust.

He was very handsome, her cousin. His fur was dark gray, with white trim around the brows that extended into his mane. His eyes, meanwhile, were so dark they were almost black. Like his comrades, he was all muscles and brute strength, clad in nothing but talismans on his bugling arms and the black feathers in his long white mane. Like the others, he carried a spear, as well as a bow and quiver. They were fierce hunters, the lot of them, with sharp senses that astonished Tala. All of them could smell intensely, could hear so intensely, that she had to wonder how she was going to escape them once they reached the village. They would know what she was up to before she'd barely moved!

Tala's eyes darted over the landscape. But she had to keep her wits about her; she had to memorize her surroundings. If she was going to the sea of ice, she must remember which way was north, she must remember how to follow the stars . . . or all was lost.

Keme had attempted to teach her many things when she was small - mostly at her mother's insistence, she remembered that. Seleste did not want her to be helpless and clueless. At the time, Tala had to wonder why, when her entire life was probably going to consist of birthing some male's pups. But now, facing the world alone as she was preparing to do, she knew exactly why. Those things Keme had taught her would come in handy when she fled the winter wolves.

They approached the village gates at last, and the males that towered there on guard waved in greeting. They bowed when they saw Prince Sahale and muttered reverent words to him.

"Welcome home," Prince Sahale said and put a giant paw on the small of Tala's back, "my wife."

Tala stiffened when his paw touched her. There was something suggestive in his touch, and sensing her discomfort, he apologetically removed his paw. Behind them, Sacnite snorted softly with laughter.

Tala ignored Sacnite and her eyes widened behind the bridal veil. His wife? So there was to be no ceremony . . . they were already united by the word of their village councils. She was married to her cousin. Ugh.

As they passed into the village, the big males in the escort packed in around Tala and Sacnite, lumbering heavily, smashing the snow under their great feet. The members of the village council went their separate ways, and Prince Sahale dismissed the warriors that made up the escort. The giants nodded at him before stamping through the snow to greet their grinning friends.

Giants. Giants everywhere. With huge cocks and muscly bodies. Even the elders were taller than Tala. Tala saw the great cocks and suddenly felt like she had a baby carrot. Perhaps Rayen had every reason to worry about birthing one of their pups! Tala couldn't even imagine taking one of those big things in her mouth, let alone her virgin pussy.

The snow was endless, spreading away for many miles, and looking around, Tala could see the dirty slush of snow in the streets, could see pups - as tall as she -- playing in it like mud. Snow capped the thatched roofs of homes, snow capped the stables of sheep and cows, snow covered the wall of the well, and snow fell in her face when she glanced up to find it was snowing. Snow was everywhere. So Tala was shocked when she noticed the distant golden fields behind the village. The further in they traveled, the closer they drew to those distant fields, and it was unreal. It was as if a piece of Spring had been preserved in the middle of the snow.

"Those are the Summer Fields," Prince Sahale said to her. His mouth pulled in an amused little smile.

"The Summer Fields," Tala repeated to herself. The fields faced north. When she wanted to escape, she had but to head toward them. She quietly stored the information away as Prince Sahale continued his lecture.

"When we lost our lands to those of the summer," Prince Sahale quietly informed Tala, "our sorcerer transformed a piece of this land into fertile soil, soil that no snow could touch. The second the snowfall hits the field, it disintegrates. The fields remain in a perpetual state of Spring year-round. It's how we live."

Tala shook her head. "But why live up here in the snow?" She heard Prince Sahale laugh and knew she had asked a stupid question.

"Never," Prince Sahale said in amusement, "ask a winter wolf why he prefers to survive by his own methods than to rely on another. The Summer Fields are our own. They are something we can be proud of. We could not take back the summer lands where your tribe dwells, so we . . ."

"Compensated," finished Tala for him.

Prince Sahale grinned. "Yes. We compensated. Of course, we also fish from the lake and hunt the caribou. There is also seal further north. Our diet consists mainly of meat regardless of the bounty that grows in the Summer Fields. You'll get used to it."

Tala nodded, knowing she had no intention of getting used to anything.

Prince Sahale frowned as they walked on. "We do not prepare the same dishes as your tribe either. I had to let my own servant go, and I fear your servant may find it difficult, preparing my meals in the beginning. I would be happy to eat anything she might cook, however. . . ."

Tala laughed. "That means you would not."

Sacnite snorted.

Prince Sahale laughed as well, as if Tala's teasing were a pleasant surprise. Tala knew it probably was after the harsh way Rayen had treated him.

"Winter wolves love meat, right? All Sacnite has to do is stick a drumstick in a pot and you'll be happy, I assume," Tala went on.

Prince Sahale laughed again. "You already delight me, Princess Rayen," he said softly. "I look forward to our lives together." He quietly took her paw and kissed it.

Tala moaned miserably. Why did he have to be so nice?

As they passed up an avenue of huts, Tala recognized them as the homes of the upper class: these huts had more floors, more stonework reinforcements, were far larger, and some even had yards with live caribou tethered. The beasts bobbed their heads, snorted white mist, and waved their antlers. Glancing in the yards they passed, Tala could see where wolves had gathered the caribou droppings for fertilizer.

Night had fallen by the time they reached Prince Sahale's home, but Tala could see even in the darkness that the prince was very well off. He owned three caribou - which Tala had quickly come to realize was a sign of wealth in the winter village - and his home had two stories, as well as an extended dining hall and balcony. That all this wealth could belong to a widower flabbergasted Tala. Only males with big families were allowed such an excess of possessions.

Pleased by Tala's incredulity, Prince Sahale gave her a quick tour of the house. He showed Sacnite to the kitchen and her adjoining quarters with the hint that she should stay there. Tala's heart beat hard when he then escorted her up the stairs. They were going to the bedroom . . . Oh god. How was she going to avoid this?

Luckily, the room was quite dark, and no moonlight reached through the window. Prince Sahale fumbled to strike a light in a small stone basin, but Tala stopped him. She could hear the smile in his voice when he asked if she was shy. She nodded sheepishly and he whispered that he didn't mind. He started backing her toward the bed.

Tala's breasts heaved when he paws began to touch and squeeze. He lifted the veil from her face, and she could tell that he was trying to see her, but he could not. Not clearly. His paws began to explore, and she trembled as he undressed her. He kissed her warm on the mouth. She trembled again and quickly pulled her mouth away.

"You're so nervous," he whispered, peeling her dress down from her breasts. "I would never hurt you."

Tala sighed when his paws squeezed her breasts. He stopped uncertainly, then squeezed again, as if he was confused. What was wrong!

"W-What is it?" Tala whispered.

"They're . . . higher," Prince Sahale said in amazement. "And smaller. I seem to remember . . . they were so full and plump that day . . ."

Tala's eyes hooded irritably. Even in the dark, he could tell that Rayen had bigger jugs.

Prince Sahale sensed her stiff anger and apologized. "They're still as desirable . . ." he whispered to her. "I think I prefer them small . . . much easier to suck . . ."

"Oh, no!" Tala whispered, horrified. He had squeezed her tit. The nipple jutted out hard and he licked it. She felt her clit throb when his tongue touched her. Then a hot brush and he grunted: his cock hardened, slapping her thigh. His fingers were suddenly hard and eager. He bent her back in his arm as he suckled her high little tit. He was huge, his muscles consuming, and when his paw lifted her thigh, it fairly swallowed it. She slumped helpless and aroused in his arm as his fingers found her clit and carefully stroked. Her clit responded at once.

"No, no," she begged. "Don't!"

He watched in confusion as she scrambled back. Her shemale cock had been seconds from making its grand appearance. She held her paws over her clit, suddenly frantic to stop what was happening. She couldn't do this!

"Rayen?"

"I . . . I need some air. I'll be right back!" Tala swept past him.

"Rayen . . .?" she heard him repeat behind her, sad and confused.

Mane and tail flying, Tala flew down the stairs. It took her a moment to realize she was naked. She halted in the sitting room and glanced around, clutching her breasts. Sacnite came out of the kitchen, looking sour. "What's all the noise --?" She burst into laughter when she saw Tala standing there naked, thighs pressed together, breasts mashed in mounds in her slender paws.

"Keep it down!" Tala said at once and scowled. "It's not funny!"

"The hell it's not," laughed Sacnite, pressing a paw to her bosom. She was wrapped in a dark green shawl and bandeau top. After Keme had demoted her to the role of a servant, she was no longer allowed to wear a skirt: everything below her waist was naked. Her gray mane was loose and tousled, as if she had settled down to sleep moments before only to be awakened by Tala's frantic running.

"You got yourself in this mess, fool girl," Sacnite went on in amusement. "Should have kept your tail at home and married your handsome sun prince. And where is little miss Rayen, I wonder? Sucking Yatokya's big dick even now?"

Tala's scowl deepened. She didn't know why, but imagining Rayen doing anything to Yatokya's dick infuriated her. "Just - take off your clothes!" she ordered irritably.

Sacnite's brows went up. "Have you lost your senses!"

Tala took a halting step toward the older female, her brows twisted in desperation. "I need you to do this!" she moaned, still cupping her breasts. "I need you to go upstairs and sleep with Prince Sahale!"

Sacnite's mouth sagged open in amazement. It might have been funny if Tala hadn't been so frantic.

"You want me to have sex with . . ."

"A handsome prince who's about your age and is very, very horny? Yes."

". . . but what will you do?" Sacnite wondered. She was still staring at Tala in amazement. "And how could you run away like this! Do you know what it will do to your father?"

Tala looked at Sacnite in surprise. It had never occurred to her that Sacnite actually cared about Keme's feelings.

"Did you hear me, fool girl?" Sacnite demanded angrily.

Tala swallowed hard. "I wasn't going to run away forever. I was going to go back . . . eventually."

"When? When your father had a heart attack worrying for you? You intend to sneak off while I'm entertaining your prince - but to where?"

"North!" Tala snapped. "Now give me your clothes!"

Sacnite swallowed hard but reluctantly started to undress. Tala lifted her brows, impressed. She had never suspected that Sacnite's breasts were so young, so well shaped, so . . . large. Still staring absently at Sacnite's naked glory, Tala pulled the green shawl over her own small breasts and hated when it sagged: she wasn't big enough to fill the fabric out. Sacnite laughed at her and she scowled.

"A mini bitch in many ways still," laughed Keme's ex-wife. She adjusted her big breasts, jerked her chin, and patted her mane. "How do I look?"

"Beautiful," Tala answered honestly. She still remembered the day Sacnite came to them and the many nights Keme had spent in her company after. Sacnite had been chosen by the village council because of her beauty and the fact that her wide hips seemed to denote fertility. The village council, however, could not have been more wrong.

Sacnite stepped close to Tala and peered at her sadly. "You always were a stupid girl," she said, cupping Tala's face with one paw. "I don't give a crap about you, but if you go out there and get yourself killed, it will _kill_your father. Do not die, Tala. Do you understand?"

"Thanks, Sacnite," Tala said dully. " . . . I think."

Sacnite moved past Tala and up the stairs, strutting, hips and tail swaying, breasts riding high. Tala watched in amusement as she disappeared on the second landing, then clutching the shawl to her throat, she made her way to the kitchen, snatching a traveling pack from the wall as she went.

The kitchen, like everything else in the house, was an excess of wealth. A bounty of vegetables met Tala's eyes, and there was an abundance of salted meat in the cold storage in the ground, along with many cheeses on the selves. Tala stuffed everything she could in the traveling pack. She was strapping on a canteen when she heard the cries from upstairs. Sacnite and Prince Sahale were both screaming, and they shook the bed so hard, dust rained from the ceiling.

Tala froze, listening.

"Ahh, ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhh!"

"Uh, uh, oh Princess. . . .yes! A-Ahhh!"

"Fuck me - fuck me!"

"A-Ahhh!"

"Give it to me!"

They screamed together - a sound that ended in a weak howl -- and fell silent. Tala felt as if her fur was standing on end. What had just happened? The night she took Yatokya, nothing like that had happened at all! There had been blood and pain and confusion and humiliation when she was with Yatokya. But upstairs, something purely satisfying had just occurred.

Blushing furiously, Tala tried hard not to think of Yatokya as she moved toward the front curtain of the hut. But if she was honest with herself, she had done nothing but think of him since their encounter in the forest. Even after she had sucked and licked Yanaba's sweet pussy as she slept . . . her mind kept going back to Yatokya.

Keme had been right. Five years had changed Yatokya from a scrawny, mean bully to a handsome somewhat teasing young male. He was tall and strong and his eyes when they looked at her now were soft with affection. Perhaps they always had been.

"Stop thinking of him!" Tala snarled and wrenched the curtain open. She heard it rip and winced guilty as it collapsed in her paws. Still blushing and miserable, she hurried from Prince Sahale's hut as fast as she could.

And then she heard the screams.

Out in the street, Tala's face creased in horror. In the distance, several huts were on fire. The fire was quickly spreading, and in the streets, the towering winter wolves were locking spears with invaders. Tala could see smaller wolves - average wolves - darting to and fro with torches, setting huts aflame. Other invaders attacked from the walls, raining fiery arrows on the huts. The more the fires spread, the more winter wolves poured into the streets. Females clutched burnt and wailing pups to their breasts, male warriors roared with effort as they leapt to defend their own.

Tala's heart leapt. She recognized the green and red colors of the feathers on those arrows. She had seen them before . . . when the arrow tribe visited the summer tribe, bringing Uruta with them as tribute!

The traveling pack fell absently from Tala's paw. She had to warn Prince Sahale and Sacnite! She was turning back to the hut when a male appeared between the houses. He grinned and ran at her. Tala scowled and gave him a taste of her knuckles. She watched, satisfied, as he sank away cross-eyed.

"Bitch!" someone screamed.

Tala looked up. More arrow wolves had skidded to a halt down the street. They were furious. The one in the lead lifted his bow and the others followed suit. Tala's heart almost stopped: they were going to shoot her.

"Tala!" screamed a voice - Sacnite's voice!

Tala saw Prince Sahale come flying through the torn curtain of his hut. He lifted his bow and aimed at the gathered arrow wolves. Zip. A cry of pain. One went down with an arrow in face. Tala raised her brows, impressed.

"Get back in the house, Sacnite - argh!"

"Sahale!" Tala screamed.

One of the arrow wolves had fired in retaliation. His arrow found its mark, hitting Prince Sahale in the shoulder. The prince went down, and Sacnite, sobbing and cursing, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back into the house, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

"Tala!" Sacnite snarled from the hut. "Get your ass in here, girl! I won't wait all day!"

Tala could hear furniture scraping: Sacnite was building a barricade. She looked at the arrow wolves and knew she wouldn't make it: she was too far down the street and they were already aiming at her again. But if she could make it inside the house, she could protect Sacnite and the prince.

Making a decision, Tala dove toward Prince Sahale's house. The arrow wolves fired, and Tala screamed when an arrow sliced her cheek, ripping it open in a splash of blood. Another arrow sank in her thigh and she collapsed on her face. The sticky blood slicked down her fur as she began to crawl, willing herself to get back up. Her thigh was shaking violently.

"Stay down, fool girl!" Sacnite shouted from the hut. "They'll kill you, do you understand!"

Tala let her cheek drop to the mud and was startled by the amount of blood that was pooling under her face. She could hear Sacnite struggling again to push a barricade over the doorway, but the arrow wolves were too many and too fast. They leapt into the house, and then Sacnite's shrill screams rose with the surrounding sounds of clashing spears, pups wailing, houses burning, death and more death.

Lying on her belly, Tala flattened her ears and tried to drown it out. Sacnite wouldn't stop screaming, and it suddenly occurred to her that her step-mother was being raped.

Tears started to Tala's eyes. She closed them and shook with sobs. More arrows sprayed over her head and sank with soft twangs in the mud around her. Nearby, winter wolves screamed as the arrows found their marks. One arrow stuck Tala in the arm and she screamed with them. This drew the attention of a few arrow wolves, who rushed her way.

"She's not winter wolf," one said.

"So what's she doing here? A tribute wife?"

Tala moaned in agony when they turned her over. Two arrows were sticking out of her body and blood was pooling around her. Blood was in her mane, matting it to the snow and mud. She looked at the two arrow wolves who stood over her in a daze. Their eyes were soft with admiration.

"She's too beautiful to kill."

"We could take her. Make her ours . . . check her pussy."

No. . . . Tala thought dismally and a surge of anger went through her. Was that all males thought about?

The arrow wolves carefully spread Tala's thighs and knelt over her, poking and prodding. Suddenly furious, Tala began to squirm. Her eyes widened when their fingers glided in her sex. She grunted and bucked, and when they noticed her breasts jiggling behind her shawl, they removed it. She saw them sigh.

"She's a virgin. And look at them . . . perfect." He cupped Tala's tits and massaged.

Tala glared at them. "Lemme . . . 'lone . . . 'astards" She cursed that her cheek had been torn: it was keeping her from speaking clearly and her mouth was filling with blood. She choked on the blood and spit it out.

The arrow wolves ignored her.

"You think," said one thoughtfully, "that this is the one from the summer village? The one we came for?"

Tala's mouth fell open.

"Hmm. Lick her pussy and see what happens."

Tala's eyes widened.

One of the males leaned down and gave Tala's pussy a hard lick from anus to clit. Tala sputtered and her clit pumped up into a pink cock, hard and strong. She was now shivering all over. That she could feel such intense pleasure and at the same time such pain was agonizing. How dare they do this to her! She sluggishly tried to lift her paw and hit them. Her paw flopped lifelessly and hit the snow again.

Seeing Tala's pink erection, the males nodded, satisfied.

"Then we take her."

Tala's heart skipped a beat. No! Her paw lashed out, and she managed to punch one out of her sight. The other only laughed, and picking up a muddy rock . . . he smacked her over the head with it.