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The Last Shemale Queen

A sequel to The Seduction of Seleste

The Taming of the Cunt

Chapter 8

That night when the group set out, Yatokya hoped - however futilely - that Rayen had enough decency to pretend she had seen nothing that morning. His hope was in vain. She cast him looks of such pure hatred and disgust each time they stopped to rest, he was a little astonished the first time he looked up to find her glaring steadily at him. He had never seen her so angry before - and he had seen a great deal of her tantrums.

They stopped again to rest after several hours, and Yatokya was so fed up with Rayen's glares that he went off into the trees on the pretense of taking a leak. He thought she wouldn't dare follow him. He underestimated her.

"Rayen!" Yatokya scolded when she walked briskly up to him. He jiggled his cock dry as the flow of urine stopped.

"You're a cocksucker!" she accused at once. She stood akimbo, her eyes blazing from the gloom of her hood. "I can't believe it!"

Thinking of Tala's juicy pink cock, Yatokya's eyes hooded. "Believe it."

Rayen sneered. "I should have known better. You and Yan grew up around that insanity."

"Shut up about my village," Yatokya warned in a low voice.

"Don't get me wrong . . ." Rayen folded her arms and lifted her chin. "You shouldn't be stoned for it. After all, it's an illness. You can't be blamed for what you can not help. You should be whipped at the least --"

"Ugh. Stop talking. Stop talking now."

Rayen's lips tightened as Yatokya brushed past her. He groaned when she followed.

"Tell my father you want me," Rayen said, breathless as she followed his brisk stride, "or I'll tell Tala what you've done!"

Yatokya halted and Rayen almost collided with his back. He whipped around. He was pleased to see her shrink slightly from him. Rayen - like her mother Iniwa - was a very small female. And also like her mother, her breasts were huge. He saw them heave behind her shawl in the moonlight that shifted through the treetops. She was frightened of him. Until that moment, it had never occurred to him that she was frightened of anything.

"Yato . . ." she whispered miserably.

"No," Yatokya said at last. "I won't do that. Tell Tala whatever the hell you want. She hates me anyway." He turned and kept walking.

"I love you!"

"Rayen!"

She had lunged after him, and hugging him from behind with one arm, her free paw grabbed his cock. Yatokya scowled as she started to stroke him. He swallowed. He was getting hard.

"I'll help you," Rayen whispered. "I'll show you . . . you don't need a male. You only let that groveling creature pleasure you because you are sad. You are sad about Tala. Tala will never love you, Yato! I love you!"

Yatokya sighed. His head fell back and he closed his eyes. Why was she so good at that? Before he knew it, she had taken his dick in her mouth. He sputtered and reached to stop her. He wound up grabbing her head, but she sucked him so eagerly, he gave up.

"Ah. . . . s-stop, Rayen, I'm going to . . ."

Yatokya breathed a sigh of relief when Rayen listened to him. His relief was short-lived, however: she pulled her top down and cupped her bare breasts. She had long since allowed her shawl to fall to the grass. Yatokya watched, feeling helpless with arousal, as she started massaging his cock with her breasts. They were so huge, her slender fingers disappeared in them. His cock heaved, threatening to spurt in her face. She seemed to want to this to happen. She licked the head of his cock, her eyes boring into his as she mashed her tits on him.

Rayen gave the head of Yatokya's cock a teasing lick. "Tala will never do these things to you," she whispered huskily, her pretty brown eyes smiling at him. "I will, Yato. I will do every nasty, dirty . . . even under my tail. You can take me under my tail."

"No . . ." Yatokya shook his head, coming to his senses. "You only care about avoiding a marriage to Prince Sahale. You care nothing for me!" He scowled, and Rayen cried out indignantly when he shoved her off by the forehead. She fell hard on her tail, big tits flapping, and glowered at him.

Yatokya griped his erection and breathed hard, willing it to go down. When it had, he glared at Rayen. She slowly and sullenly pulled her clothes back on.

"Did you think I forgot what you did to my sister? That I just woke up with a bad case of stupid?"

Rayen rose to her feet, pouting.

"And now I may have lost Tala because you. Who knows what the winter wolves may have done to her for this deception, never mind that her relatives are royalty there. Winter wolves show mercy to none! If you sent her to her death, I'll kill you myself!"

"What do you _see_in her!"

"Tala has a heart," Yatokya said quietly. "You don't."

He marched past Rayen. And he didn't see the hurt in her eyes. Nor the sudden tears.

It took eight days to reach the winter village - mostly because it started to rain after they had reached the cliffs. They halted in astonishment at the village gates. It was clear the winter village had been on fire recently, for burned and dilapidated huts were everywhere. Smoke columns drifted sadly across the white faceless sky, spreading the crisp scent of burnt wood and the nauseating scent of burnt flesh. Wolves everywhere were bandaged and hunched. It seemed the wailing of widows and pups was perpetual.

The giant winter wolves . . . they had been harmed but not defeated. Yatokya was glad to see many hammering and repairing houses, though they went about with as heavy an air as those mourning in the streets. Others were breaking into houses that had collapsed, rescuing those who had been trapped and carrying away those who had died while trapped.

Blood was in the snow. So bright . . . speckled . . . pooled . . . . smeared. Blood. And there were arrows. Arrows with red and green feathers were being plucked from every surface like needles from a pin cushion. Yatokya scowled: the arrows belonged to the arrow tribe. The tribe more than obviously took their name from their specialty: they were the greatest fletchers ever known. While traveling with his father, Yatokya had seen those red and green feathered arrows on the displays of merchants at various markets. He had even once visited the arrow tribe with his father for an assembly.

Yatokya exchanged grim glances with Keme. Why had the arrow tribe attacked? What if Tala was dead? What were they going to do? They couldn't leave Rayen here now . . . unfortunately.

Keme swallowed hard. "Come," he said to them. "We will try to locate Prince Sahale."

"If he lives," muttered Rayen behind her father.

They passed into the muddy streets. Wolves everywhere began to murmur. Giant females gathered on corners to whisper, pups ran, suspicious males gathered weapons. Yatokya felt his heart thrumming when a warrior marched their way. It took him a second to recognize the warrior as Prince Sahale. Whole and unharmed. Thank god.

"Prince Sahale," Keme said, just as relieved.

The group came to a stop as the male faced them. "Wrong prince," he sneered. He gripped his spear and his posture was almost threatening.

Keme was a little taken aback by his anger. "Ah," he said, realizing. "Prince Sakama. My mistake. I thought you were your brother."

"A lot of mistakes have been made," Sakama said, and his eyes darted to Rayen. They were coal black and pitiless, and when they looked at Rayen, they were sharp with intense dislike.

Rayen flinched and bowed her head. Yatokya was a little surprised to see her fear. Only the week before, she had been a complete shrew to Prince Sakama and his twin brother, fearlessly insulting him right to his face and repaying his courtesy with mockery. Prince Sahale had been patient about it, but Prince Sakama had nearly snapped off her head. And she had been fearless. But now, far away from the safety of her home, she was terrified. Yatokya grinned.

"What do you mean, my friend?" Keme said calmly. He glanced around sympathetically. "And what has happened here? Why would those of the arrow attack you?"

"It is believed they wanted Rayen," Prince Sakama said at once. "They were heard looking for 'the princess from the summer tribe.' She has brought this misery upon us!"

Rayen's eyes widened when Sakama glared daggers at her. She looked to Keme for help.

Yatokya blinked as he realized: the winter wolves had no idea Tala and Rayen had switched places.

"She ran from here," went on Prince Sakama, still glaring at Rayen, "and left my brother - her husband - to die! Where did you go, girl? Into the forest? Back to your father?"

Rayen flinched at the growl in his voice. She was beginning to tremble. It probably didn't help that Prince Sakama was seven feet tall either: they were all leaning back to look up at him. His entire body seemed to tense each time he yelled at Rayen, and the rippling muscles of his belly flexed. Yatokya thought it was . . . kind of hot.

Keme held out his arm before Rayen, as if to keep her from snapping a retort. But Yatokya knew Rayen wasn't going to dare. Her eyes were still wide. She looked as if she'd swallowed her tongue.

"What has become of Prince Sahale?" Keme asked the prince calmly. "Does he live?"

"Yes," was the dark reply. "My brother lives - though he almost died defending your child!"

"For which I am grateful," Keme said with a nod. "Please . . . take me to him?"

Prince Sakama's eyes were still fixed on Rayen. Yatokya thought there was a hint of grudging lust there. He set his spear on his shoulder as he said, "Give me the girl. I will carry her. She will not escape again."

Keme's ears pricked forward. "Prince Sakama . . . she's not going to run."

"I insist," Prince Sakama said, and for the first time, his voice was calm and devoid of a growl. His body seemed to relax, and he regarded Rayen with plain want. He wanted her. Oh, he wanted her.

Keme was confused by Sakama's desire to carry his daughter, but Yatokya understood it perfectly. Prince Sakama had always wanted Rayen, but all the times he'd seen her, they had been in her lands, on her territory, where he was forced to observe her customs. Now, she was in his world. She could not escape his want.

Keme slowly nodded. "Carry her then, if you must."

Rayen's mouth fell open in disbelief. Yatokya half expected her to protest, but her eyes went back to Prince Sakama, whose eyes were glazed with lust. He smiled darkly at her fear, then his big paw grabbed her teeny waist, and she squeaked when he threw her over his shoulder. The prince turned away. They caught a glimpse of Rayen's red face and frightened eyes just before her mane swept down. He lumbered up the street and they followed.

Yatokya felt his sister elbow him, and looking over at Yanaba, he grinned to see her blue eyes crinkled up with mirth.

"Did you see the look on her face?" Yanaba giggled. "Oh, my brother . . . I traveled for a _week_to see that look! Now I can die happy."

Yatokya laughed.

It was obvious Prince Sakama's home had been grand once, but now, it was half in shambles. Luckily, the fire had only spread to one portion of his home and much of it was intact. Inside, Prince Sahale was lying on a couch, bandaged around the shoulder and head but otherwise perfectly healthy. Sitting dutifully at his side was a female Yatokya recognized as Sacnite, the meanest of Keme's wives, who he had sent to the winter village to serve Rayen.

Prince Sakama set his spear in the rack on the wall, then he set Rayen on her feet and pointed to a chair. Rayen practically ran to the chair and sat and was quiet. She stiffened when Prince Sakama stood like a dour guardian behind her. His big paw touched her shoulder and squeezed. She trembled when he touched her cheek, then carefully started stroking her long mane. His eyes were soft with admiration, like a pup with a pretty doll. Rayen was rigid and trying not to tremble with fear.

Watching what was happening to Rayen, Yanaba giggled again. She strutted into the room, and looking very satisfied, she sat in a chair and groomed herself.

Keme didn't notice the innocent petting and pawing Prince Sakama was doing to Rayen. His eyes were on Sacnite. He went quickly to her and demanded to know where Tala was. Yatokya followed him with Sa, Maka, and Pati close behind.

"I do not know what happened to her my hus . . ." Sacnite swallowed hard. "Your highness. I believe she may have been taken. I have searched the village for her . . ."

"She has," Prince Sahale grunted and smoothed his paw lovingly over Sacnite's. "She trudged from home to home, from dawn til dusk, looking for Tala. We believe the arrow wolves have taken her."

Yatokya took a seat beside Yanaba. He believed what Prince Sahale was saying: Sacnite had lines under eyes. A nasty purple bruise was over her left eye where someone had punched her. She was covered in red cuts that blared through her fur, and for some reason or other . . . she was completely naked. Yatokya had an inkling why Sacnite was naked, but he hoped to god he was wrong.

Keme pulled up a chair beside Sacnite, and with his knees spread wide, he leaned forward and dropped his head, rubbed the back of his neck.

Yatokya felt the same way: they had come all this way and Tala was dead or gone. He glanced miserably around the hut and wondered what he could have done to prevent all this. If he had been kinder to her . . . not mocked her penis, of which she was so ashamed . . . Yatokya pinched the flesh between his eyes, and he smiled sadly when he felt Yanaba rub his arm.

"I will come with you," Sacnite said, and Keme's head snapped up in surprise. "To find her . . . You are still my husband in my heart. Let me help you."

Keme smiled at Sacnite gratefully. "No," he said gently. "It's too dangerous, Sacnite. And . . ." He took Sacnite's paw and placed it in Prince Sahale's. "I have a feeling someone would miss you."

Prince Sahale and Sacnite smiled warmly at each other.

Prince Sahale looked slowly at Keme. "But . . . the tribute . . . the alliance. . . . I was supposed to marry . . ."

Everyone looked at Rayen, who was sitting stiff with fear in her chair. Prince Sakama had put both paws on her shoulders now and was still standing over her: she wasn't getting away any time soon.

Leaning forward in his chair, Keme pressed his fingers in a steeple and regarded Rayen thoughtfully. "Tell the chieftess . . . Rayen wanted Sakama instead."

Rayen's head snapped up. "Daddy!"

"He'll make a good mate, Rayen," Keme told his daughter gently. "He'll love you and protect you. He's wealthy. . . . he's handsome."

Rayen blushed bright and swallowed hard when Prince Sakama gently squeezed her shoulders. "And I can fuck you like a bull," he whispered to her. Her eyes widened.

"And there's that," Keme said with a half-smile.

Rayen's big breasts started to heave behind her shawl. Her pretty brown eyes were still wide, but she made no protest. She just stared blankly. Behind her, Prince Sakama chuckled and massaged her shoulders again. "Like a bull," he repeated.

"What will you do?" Sacnite asked Keme. Her small paw gently squeezed his knee. It was such an intimate, such a natural gesture. It spoke of the affection that may have once been between them. Keme, however, did not seem to notice Sacnite's feelings. Perhaps that had always been the problem.

Keme sighed heavily and massaged his brow. "I guess it's off to the arrow tribe. . . ." He glanced thoughtfully at Yanaba. "I'm starting to wonder if I shouldn't leave some of you here. With Sacnite."

Yanaba shook her head. "Oh, no! I'm not being left behind here! Give me a weapon, Chief Keme, and I'll defend myself. I am not some simpering summer wolf maiden. I am a warrior!" She thumped her little fist on the armrest.

Keme smiled.

So did Yatokya. It was true that Yanaba knew how to handle herself. While most tribes did not permit their females to hunt or fight, the sun wolves did. Chieftess Talisa was one of the best female warriors in their tribe and had passed her knowledge and skill on to her daughter. From the time she was six, Yanaba had wielded sword and bow. She even knew how to throw knives.

The same was true for Yatokya and Yanaba's three younger sisters. Honiahaka and Talisa had exactly five children, with one on the way.

Keme looked at Sacnite again. "What did Tala say to you? Did she tell you anything that could help me?"

Sacnite suddenly scowled, and Yatokya almost laughed. It was hilarious to him that Sacnite could love Keme so dearly and at the same time hate his daughter.

"That fool girl," Sacnite sneered, "told me she was running away north - god knows why!"

Yatokya thought Keme knew why. Something in the summer chief's eyes clicked.

"North . . ." Keme muttered miserably, as if Sacnite had told him Tala had fled to Hell. He nodded slowly. "Then our path is set for us."

"Daddy!" Rayen squeaked. "Do not leave me here! With him!"

Keme smiled at his daughter, then glanced up at Prince Sakama, who looked very satisfied with himself. "You will be fine, my Rayen."

---

Rayen didn't think she'd ever be fine. Prince Sakama hadn't been able to keep his paws off her all day. They sat around the fire, and as the others continued talking about precious_Tala, no one even cared that Prince Sakama was whispering nasty things to her! She looked to Keme and Yatokya for help, but they both ignored her! Prince Sakama, meanwhile, nudged her through the chair with his cock. She could feel it prodding between her shoulder blades and wanted to scream. It was _huge. It was like a fist, softly bumping her. He whispered in her ear that it was going to go in crevices she didn't even know she had. Rayen trembled. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe.

They took supper, and with the guestrooms having been burned in the fires, the group spread their bedrolls on the floor right in the sitting room. The fire burned low as everyone drifted off. Rayen, terrified that Prince Sakama was going to come for her, actually curled up in Keme's bedroll with him. She was now that big, bully of a male's wife! No. No! She couldn't let this happen! She couldn't let Keme leave her with him!

Just as Rayen feared, Prince Sakama came for her, smelling of mane oil and flower petals: he had spruced up for their consummation! She wanted to die. She squeezed her eyes shut and pretended to sleep, hoping he would just go away. She was shocked when he snatched her up and tossed her over his shoulder. His paw slapped her ass and she seethed: she was like a prize to him! Some sweet pound of meat he was going chew and savor every morsel!

"Please," Rayen whimpered when they had entered his bedroom.

"No," he said simply and proceeded to yank her top off.

Rayen screamed softly as her big breasts bounced free. His paws were so huge, they practically swallowed her tits. She felt small and helpless, weak, when he lifted her like a doll and suckled her. She dangled in his strong arm, wriggling and struggling to get free as his mouth pressed hard into the mound of her tit. But arousal flushed over her in a hot wave. Her nipples jutted, and she knew her pussy lips were swollen.

Still, she continued to wriggle. He didn't seem to care. He was going to fuck her one way or another. He dragged her top down to her hips, and she heard it tear. Then he started working on her skirt. All the while, his mouth was everywhere, sucking her tits, licking them, even biting them. She screamed softly and whimpered when he bit her neck.

"No . . . no . . ." she whispered.

"Yes."

"Daddy!" Rayen shouted when Prince Sakama had bent her over the edge of the bed. Oh, god, how could Keme leave her to this? She clutched the sheets, her eyes wide in terror when she heard another rip and her skirt fell away around her ankles. She didn't even get a chance to step out of it: his paw closed hard on her tit, and his cock rammed home.

He started humping.

Rayen's eyes flew even wider. She was startled and ashamed by how easily his huge cock slid in: she was slobbering wet from his groping. She slapped her ass in triumph as he rode her. She blushed as her big tits began to wobble. He had her bent over the bed, ass in the air, taking it as her screams echoed through the hut. She wanted to die: everyone downstairs was hearing this. Everyone was hearing her complete surrender as he, someone she could not bully, broke the bitter shrew in her.

"Call for Daddy again," he ordered. "It makes me so. . . Rrrrr!"

She cried out when he slammed her harder, faster. Her fingers curled in the sheets, and with her mane in her face, she rocked under him. Everything on her body jiggled. She realized that some of her clothes were still hanging off in shreds. His big paw fumbled for her clit and he massaged it as he rode her. He was getting so deliciously deep that she was paralyzed, she could not breathe.

He was ramming her. And she couldn't stop her rhythmic screams. She pointed her ass higher, inviting him deeper. He squeezed her ass as if he approved of this submissive gesture. His big paws squeezed her tits from behind, and he humped harder as he growled, "I said call me Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

"Good girl . . . rrrrrr . . . yeah, baby, dripping wet . . ."

Rayen blushed, her mane in her face. She squeaked when he slapped her ass and commanded, "Spread your legs wider - and call me Daddy again! Again!" Another whack and Rayen yipped.

"Daddy! Oh . . . fuck me, Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Oh god . . ."

"Rrrrr . . . uh . . . ah . . . oh, baby . . . this tight little pussy . . ."

Rayen squeezed her eyes shut. Her father was hearing this!

"I didn't tell you to stop!" Whack!

_ _

Rayen yipped again as her buttocks jiggled. "Daddy! Oh . . . DADDY!" Her eyes rolled back as they rocked: she was coming. Oh god no. She couldn't. She wouldn't! She wouldn't come for him! No - never! She clenched her pussy on him and tried to stop it. She screamed when he slammed her by the neck to the bed and fucked her harder. He was heavy on top of her. She couldn't move. His cock was getting so deep, he was ramming her spine. Her ass was in the air behind her, jiggling as he humped. She was surprised when he suddenly pulled out. Her pussy squelched and sucked closed on the air, dripping with white fluids down her thighs. He came around the bed . . . and she closed her eyes just in time. He grunted and his seed slapped her long lashes.

Silence and panting. For a long time. Then the bed shifted as Prince Sakama sat. Ass still in the air, Rayen let her body tumble over. She lay with her back to him. He was panting heavily behind her and she could smell the musky scent of his cock and balls.

"I was always better suited for you, girl," Prince Sakama said eventually into the silence. "My brother could not handle you. Sahale is too soft and nice. He would allow you to yell at him, insult him, and bully him. But not I. I am the master of this house and you will do everything I say. If you act like a cunt, I will treat you like a cunt. When you begin to act like my equal, I will treat you like my equal - when we are intimate and in all other aspects of our lives."

Silence. Prince Sakama was waiting.

"Yes . . . my husband," Rayen said humbly and softly . . . and without a hint of malice.

"All those things you said to me in your village, the vile way in which you treated me and my brother," Prince Sakama went on, "that will never happen again. I will command respect."

He waited again.

"Yes, my husband."

"Good. Now sit up and suck my dick."

---

In the morning, when Keme and the others were set to depart, Rayen no longer wanted to go with them. She was a little surprised to realize Keme was not shocked in the least by this. She stood with her father at the village gates, beaming in the sunlight, wrapped in an expensive white shawl Prince Sakama had given her. The others stood nearby, waiting as Rayen bid her father farewell. Prince Sakama also stood some feet away, watching Rayen in amusement, his paws behind his back.

"I knew you liked each other," Keme said with his twinkling green eyes, eyes that Rayen knew she would miss desperately in the days to come.

Rayen swayed shyly and hugged herself, blushing bright at her father's words. "How . . . how did you know?"

Keme smiled. "I have some experience when it comes to masking attraction with disdain. He'll be good to you. Take care of him."

"I will, Daddy," Rayen vowed and lifted her chin. "I will be a good wife. I will make you and Mother proud! I . . . I am sorry if I was not a good daughter," she added sheepishly.

Keme frowned. "Rayen . . ."

"I know I have not been," she said over him. "You have done your best for me. Always. I repaid your kindness with tantrums and complaints, though I knew you loved me. I never thanked you for working so hard to ensure a good match." Rayen ducked her head under the sweep of her long mane. "Thank you, Daddy."

Keme smiled sadly and cupped her cheek. "You are welcome, my Rayen."

Rayen looked at him with worried brown eyes. "Find Tala?"

"I promise."