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The Last Shemale Queen

A sequel to The Seduction of Seleste

Malila

Chapter 12

They went as fast as they could through the last stretch of the White Forest. Keme offered to carry Maka, and though everyone knew it would have been effortless for him, Pati insisted on carrying his brother while Sa carried his spear for him.

They marched hard all night and reached the lake village within hours. The village, surprisingly enough, had no walls and no guards. Small ugly dogs ran out to bark at them, which were the next best things to guards, Yanaba supposed, and there was a half-collapsed palisade around half the village, which was the next best thing to a wall.

Many lake wolves stood about in the mud, lazily smoking pipes and laughing. They eyed the strangers with suspicion, and Yanaba could not blame them: it was probably a rare event indeed when strangers arrived in this remote place. She was surprised to find the lake wolves were blue like the moon wolves. They also spoke the moon wolf tongue and shared many of their customs - some of those customs involving slavery.

Yanaba saw a few downtrodden wolves toiling in the reeds with wicker baskets strapped to their backs and leather collars around their throats, the collars marking them as slaves. They cast nets with sullen expressions. Many of them were females with sagging tits. Slavery made the fish trade thrive. Yanaba scowled. She knew that for the past sixteen years, Honiahaka and Talisa had been working to end the slave trade - or at least to bar the moon wolves from practicing it on their side of the ocean.

As the group entered the village in search of a shaman, Yatokya informed them of the customs and traditions. The lake wolves were a sister tribe of the moon wolves, having originally split off from them to settle further east. The village was surrounded to the east and south by lake country - that is, dozens of lakes.

". . . and they believe the lakes are guarded by a spirit," Yatokya went on with a zeal very akin to their father, Yanaba thought in amusement. "Each lake is sacred and should be approached with an offering . . . The lakes were also said to have once been used as transportation by ancient beings --"

"Yeah, uh huh," said Keme, uninterested. "Do they speak common tongue?" he said, as if that was all that mattered.

Yatokya lifted his eyebrows. "Well, yes . . . but I speak fluent moon tongue. They prefer it."

As they passed through the streets, Yanaba could not stop staring at the houses. The houses of the lake wolves were on stilts and stood in small bodies of water. Given the vast number of lakes nearby, she could only imagine the place flooded often during the rainy season. The houses were quite small on their stilts, little square boxes with thatched roofs puffing smoke. Each house had a planked ladder hanging from it, and said ladders flapped softly in the breeze.

Curled in Pati's strong arms, Maka began to moan.

"We have to find him someone," Sa said. "He's sweating horribly. His fur is matted."

"I'll take care of you, my brother," Pati whispered sadly.

Walking with Yatokya, Yanaba stole a glance at Keme. Like Maka, the summer chief's paws were burned horribly, and yet he carried on as if it were nothing. She couldn't decide if he was putting on a casual front or if it really didn't bother him. Given the fact that he was part shemale, she decided that it probably didn't bother him. Thanks to her father, Yanaba was well versed in shemale lore. She knew that pureblooded shemales could withstand a lot of pain and could endure a great deal before finally dying. It had, therefore, been no shock to her that Tala had battled an entire detachment of arrow wolves by herself and had survived to the bitter end.

"Excuse me," Keme said, using his spear to pick through the muddy streets. He approached a sullen female, who was emerging from the reeds with a wicker basket on her back.

"No . . . Chief Keme . . . that's a slave," Yatokya hissed.

Keme scowled. "So?"

"You aren't supposed to address them . . . you will anger the lake wolves," Yatokya explained.

Yanaba glanced around. Yatokya was, unfortunately, correct. A few nearby males angrily marched their way at once. They cowed the female slave with a glance and she hurried away, the fish in her basket jiggling.

Keme faced the newcomers. There were five of them, all blue, with hard and cold eyes. Except for the feathered talismans on their upper arms and the fish bone jewelry on their bodies, they were naked - like most peasants. Yanaba thought they stank of fish. The whole place did.

"What is your purpose here?" said the lake wolf in the lead. He wore a choker of sharp fish bones around his throat. Like his comrades, he carried no weapons. Indeed, the lake wolves seemed convinced that they could pummel Keme with their bare paws. Yanaba smiled: they had no idea who they were dealing with.

"My comrades and I suffered injuries while crossing the White Forest," Keme answered patiently. "We seek a shaman."

"Your name?" barked the male in the lead.

"Chief Keme of the summer tribe," Keme answered patiently.

The lake wolves exchanged glances, their eyes danced over the circlet on Keme's forehead, and Yanaba thought their hard demeanor changed at once. She smirked. No doubt they thought they were going to get one of Keme's famously beautiful daughters to join their clan if they kissed his ass. Keep dreaming, fish fucks, Yanaba thought.

Nearby, more lake wolves were gathering, staring at the strangers curiously. Little pups peered through the reeds at them, then suddenly fled. Females lurked in the background, touching their manes absently as they regarded the strangers.

Yanaba noticed one female in particular: her fur was a very vibrant blue - so vibrant, she practically glowed. Her slanted eyes were blue as well, liquid cyan and intense with curiosity. She was small and slender, with high breasts like ripe oranges and jutting pink nipples that were tiny. Her tail smoothed low over the rise of her plump backside, and her mane was long, straight, and flowing like water. She was not a slave; that was clear. She wore no leather collar or work basket on her back. She also had no lashings in her fur. Her vibrant fur was flawless. And the strangest thing of all was . . . no one seemed to take notice of her.

The beautiful female walked slowly by, pushing her mane behind her ear as she studied the strangers. As she disappeared around a corner, her cyan eyes connected with Yanaba's. She smiled sweetly. And was gone.

Yanaba stood blinking as if she'd been stricken. She glanced around to see any of her companions had noticed the strange female. They hadn't.

"I am Hinto," said the lake wolf in the lead. He reverently inclined his head to Keme, and the others behind him eagerly followed suit.

"Hinto," Keme repeated politely. "Could you take us to your chief . . .?" The sentence died on Keme's lips when Hinto and his friends laughed.

"Ain't no chief here," Hinto barked and grinned. "But if there were a chief, I would be the one."

"Then well met," Keme said and smiled in turn. "As I said, we are in need of a shaman. If you'd be so kind . . ."

"Ain't no shaman," Hinto barked.

Keme's lips tightened, and Yanaba could tell he was getting impatient. Heh. His paws were probably _killing_him then.

"There are legends," spoke up Yatokya, "that your waters are healing."

Hinto snorted. "Not legends. It's damn true! Yes, you may go to the water to heal your injuries. Certain steps will need to be taken, preparations made. You will have to bathe and purify yourselves before you approach the waters . . ."

Yatokya nodded as if he had expected as much, but standing beside him, Yanaba snorted: bunch of nonsense.

"We believe someone came here recently," Yatokya went on, "to approach your waters."

Hinto snorted again. "You're the first travelers to set foot here in two years."

Yanaba exchanged miserable glances with her brother: Tala wasn't here. She thought Keme looked disappointed as well, but he cleared his throat and asked where they might rest for the night.

Hinto grinned and bowed graciously. "Right this way, your highness."

They were given an abandoned pile house to sleep in for the night. It was large enough that they could unroll their bedrolls on the floor -- if they pushed aside the wooden table and chairs draped in cobwebs there. A few stone basins glowed with flames and were their only source of warmth in drafty little hut. Seeing the others shivering for warmth, Keme shut the windows.

Maka was not doing well, and Yanaba feared for him. He still had not pulled out of his coma and was moaning and feverish. Pati watched over him miserably, and Sa did his best to care for Maka as he patted his face with a wet cloth. Yanaba noticed Keme staring at Maka grimly and got the feeling he knew something more about the crystal than he was letting on. Yatokya noticed it too.

"What do you think is wrong with him, Chief Keme?" Yatokya asked. He was sitting on his bedroll, one knee drawn up as he ate a bit of bread from his traveling pack.

Yanaba nibbled her own bread, though she didn't really feel up to eating. She couldn't stop thinking of the mysterious female she'd seen out in the street. She kept telling herself the female had simply walked off somewhere, but she knew in her heart that she had vanished. Quite literally. She was starting to believe there really was magic here.

"The spirits," Keme answered slowly, "seemed to want in his body. They were probably using the crystal to take his essence, so they could get inside him. Crystals have magic . . . dangerous magic." His green eyes darkened and he took a bitter swig from his canteen. He looked at Pati and Sa. "Get some rest, you two. I imagine Maka will have to suffer the night through. There is nothing we can do until the lake wolves take us to the water."

Pati swallowed hard and nodded. Sa gave him a comforting clap on the shoulder.

They all settled down to sleep, and Maka's soft, anguished moans were continuous in the silence. Outside the windows, frogs ribbitted and crickets chirruped. The soft breathing of the others filled the room as they slept, but Keme didn't. Not for a long time. Pretending to sleep, Yanaba watched him from her bedroll: he stood at the window, looking out at the moon, his green eyes sad. He missed Tala. Eventually, he settled into his bedroll and slept as well.

Yanaba slowly sat up. She didn't know why she did it, but she unbuckled her scabbard from her chest and rose quietly from her bedroll. She was surprised when Keme didn't immediately sit up and ask her where she was going. She waited a beat to see if he would, and when he didn't, she turned and left the hut.

Yanaba climbed down the plank ladder and landed lightly on her feet in the mud. The streets were deserted. And she had no clue where to look for the strange female. She sighed and asked herself what she was doing. And then she heard the singing.

It was another language entirely. It was nothing Yanaba had ever heard in her life. It was not the tongue of the moon wolves. It was not the tongue of shemales - some of which Honiahaka had taught her. It was not even the tongue of the pygmies, which became mandatory to learn once the pygmies began trading with the sun village.

Whatever the language was, the voice was beautiful and the words sweet and inviting. Even flirtatious.

Clit throbbing, Yanaba followed the voice through the muddy streets of the lake village. After some time, she realized she was going to have to wade through the reeds and water. She looked at her calves, which were muddy anyway, and waded in. The voice pulled her on.

I know it's her, Yanaba thought eagerly. That beautiful female . . . she was calling. She was seducing! And, baby, here I come.

It took Yanaba some time to realize she had left the village behind. She'd been so engrossed in following the singing, she had not even noticed the village fading into the distance. Eventually, she waded up on dry land to find herself at a lake.

Yanaba sighed. The lake was beautiful. White trees pressed in around it, reaching for the moon and stars. The world was reflected on the lake surface like glass, smooth and flawless. Kicking her legs dry, Yanaba walked toward the lake and stared out across. It suddenly occurred to her that the singing had stopped.

"Please don't tell me," Yanaba muttered, "that I came all this way for nothing."

"Do you always talk to yourself?" said a voice.

Yanaba's heart leapt. The mysterious blue female was walking toward her from the shallows of the lake, hips and tail switching, plump breasts riding, water dripping off her rigid nipples. Her bright cyan eyes were fixed on Yanaba, hungry and intense in their scrutiny.

Yanaba gulped. "Only when I'm frustrated and horny," she answered.

The mysterious female laughed, a pretty tinkling sound . . . like water, Yanaba thought. She started circling Yanaba, looking her up and down, her straight mane tumbling like silk with every move. She circled Yanaba another time, and as she passed, her tail dragged flirtatiously against her body, fanning the sweet scent of her pussy.

Yanaba breathed that scent and sighed. "Who are you?"

The stranger didn't answer. She lifted her paw in a careless flick, and the nearby reeds flattened along the bank. Yanaba stared: a sorceress?

"No, not a sorceress," the stranger said in amusement. She looked at Yanaba with her smiling cyan eyes and offered her small paw. Swallowing hard, Yanaba took it and allowed herself to be led to the flattened reeds. They lay down together, and the female's eyes softened as she lay beside Yanaba. Yanaba, suddenly nervous, lay stiff on her back, as the female leaned on her elbow, looking down at her.

"What's your name?" Yanaba whispered.

The female smiled. "They call me Malila."

"Malila," Yanaba repeated happily. She frowned. "Who is 'they'?"

The female didn't answer. She leaned down . . . and carefully sucked Yanaba's big tit. Yanaba closed her eyes and moaned, thinking of the night Tala had touched and licked her. Before that night with Tala, she had never done anything with anyone, and she was nervous now for her lack of experience.

Yanaba watched, breathless, as the female carefully licked her erect nipples. She massaged her other tit gently, the suckling sounds soft against the steady chirruping of crickets. Yanaba could feel her clit throbbing hard, swelling between her swollen pussy lips. She clenched her thighs together tight, watching with suffering eyes as her breasts were groped and sucked.

She hesitated, then touched Malila's mane. Her lashes fluttered. Malila's mane was as silky to the touch as it looked. And it was cold. Cold like water.

Eyes hooded, Malila lifted her face from Yanaba's big breasts, and leaning down, she gave her her tongue. Yanaba kissed her back readily, and her clit throbbed harder when their breasts smashed together. Malila's breasts were small and soft, high and jutting with tiny nipples. Yanaba timidly squeezed one, and when she saw Malila's lips part in a moan, she caressed harder. She wanted to suck them, but she didn't want Malila to stop kissing her.

Malila moaned as she twisted her tongue against Yanaba's. Her small paw massaged Yanaba's tit in gentle circles until the nipple rolled . . . then it traveled down further . . . and closed on her belly. Yanaba watched, gasping, as light seeped between Malila's fingers. When the light had faded, Malila removed the bandage: Yanaba's cuts were gone. Yanaba stared in amazement as Malila kissed her trembling belly.

Malila sucked her tit again, and as she was sucking and licking, her paw smoothed down Yanaba's belly to her sex. Yanaba's lashes fluttered and she arched her back, squirming and moaning now with pleasure. Malila was fingering her, carefully and slowly. She massaged her clit and stroked it, until the pleasure was so intense, Yanaba was panting and trembling.

"A virgin," Malila whispered, sinking her fingers against that tight hymen. Yanaba's eyes fluttered open wide when Malila's fingers slipped lower and pressed inside her anus. "In both places," she whispered.

Yanaba blushed a little. Peering between her big breasts, she watched, her heart pounding, as Malila left a trail of kisses down her belly. She paused to kiss Yanaba's thighs, and when her paw touched the bandage on her thigh, the light seeped through her fingers again. She removed the bandage, and Yanaba saw that her thigh was healed.

Malila smiled at Yanaba's astonishment, and looking deep in Yanaba's eyes, she lowered her face between her legs. Yanaba saw her tongue slip from her mouth -- and then she saw nothing else. Her head fell back and she gasped. Her eyes fluttered wide. Her thighs trembled and shook. Malila's wet tongue was lapping, flicking, and insistent. Yanaba saw her foot kick the air and, embarrassed, tried to put it down. Malila smiled against her pussy and hugged her thigh to her shoulder, burying her face deeper in the soft, sweet smelling folds of her sex.

Yanaba massaged her own breasts, her eyes blinking wide at the sky as the slow assault on her pussy continued. Malila stopped often to kiss her thighs, and then suddenly ravenous, she hugged Yanaba's hips and yanked them into the air. Yanaba gasped as she was jerked forward. She lay with her hips above her head, watching with wide eyes as Malila closed her eyes and slowly, carefully licked her and tasted her. She paused to close her eyes and smile, then carefully licked Yanaba's pussy again. Her small paw reached down and massaged her tit as she was licking. Curled up beneath her, Yanaba trembled.

When it seemed Yanaba could take it no longer, Malila carefully set her hips on the reeds again. Yanaba lay there, happily dazed and breathless, her body burning from the kissing, groping, and sucking it had endured. She watched as Malila licked her lips. Beautiful Malila, with her shapely little body and sweet, ever-smiling cyan blues. Beautiful Malila, with her mane like water.

Smiling, Malila straddled Yanaba and knelt over her with her breasts hanging down in her face. Yanaba knew what she wanted, and she suddenly wanted it too. More than anything. She grabbed one of Malila's swinging tits and sucked it. Her sweet little thighs were spread as she knelt, and Yanaba reached down and fingered her - so carefully, so deliciously that Malila's lips parted in a moan and she pointed her ass out, squirming against her touch.

Yanaba suckled Malila's tit and was surprised by the sudden moisture that plastered her fingers. She caressed deeper, harder, her slender fingers sliding in those juices, until Malila was gasping and panting. Her tail flickered as Yanaba fondled her. She spread her thighs a little wider and her head fell back. Yanaba released her tit, letting it swing in her face as she flicked her tongue against the pink nipple.

"Ahhhh," Malila sighed. She looked down at Yanaba with hooded eyes. "Touch me, little wolf."

Yanaba's ears pricked forward. Little wolf? But Malila was a wolf too!

Malila smiled at Yanaba's confusion, and leaning down close, she kissed her neck. She suddenly pressed her body against Yanaba's, hugging her hips with her thighs. Yanaba grabbed her buttocks and squeezed, prying them apart to get at her anus and pussy. She fingered both and licked her lips. Her fingers were plastered with Malila's juices, and Malila was lying on top of her now, squirming and smashing her breasts against hers.

"Kiss me," Yanaba whispered, in heaven as that tight pussy clenched on her fingers. "Oh, god, please kiss me . . ."

Malila smiled and gave Yanaba her tongue. They moaned through the kiss, and then something happened that startled Yanaba: Malila pulled her mouth away and cried out as she squirted. Yanaba felt her fluids gushing over her fingers, hot and thick. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to lick it off. And as if she'd read Yanaba's mind, Malila smiled . . . then sat on her face.

Yanaba eagerly grabbed her thighs, and spreading those sweet pussy lips with her thumbs, she licked Malila's hot sex, hard and fast. The taste of her was incredible. She could hear Malila gasping and sighing and knew she was touching her own breasts. Each time Yanaba gave her a lick that was particularly deep, her pussy clenched up and squirmed. Yanaba sucked her lips and clit, gulping away the delicious fluids that were now dripping on her face.

"Thirsty girl," Malila whispered, climbing off.

Yanaba was a little saddened. She wasn't done! She wanted that hot pussy back on her face and she wanted it back now! She had to resist grabbing Malila's hips and yanking her back as she climbed off. Malila lay beside her on the reeds, and their panting rose against the steady ribbit of the frogs.

Yanaba's breasts heaved as she sought to catch her breath. She stared at the sky, unable to believe what had just happened. How many dismal years had she spent, hoping against hope that Rayen would do such things with her? And now that she knew what she'd been missing, she wanted more and more. She knew she would not be able to look at the naked peasant girls in her village without thinking of them sitting on her face now. She thought of Tala sitting on her face and shivered happily. If only.

Yanaba was mildly surprised when Malila cuddled up to her. She put her arm around the small blue female and held her close.

"But . . . who are you really?" Yanaba whispered after a while.

"I will accept your friends when they come here tomorrow," was the reply. "Tribute will not be necessary. You have given me . . . enough. I am appeased."

Yanaba looked down at Malila, trying to see her face. All she could see was the top of her silky mane and the sweep of her lashes. Suddenly very tired, she smoothed her paw down the dip of Malila's waist and over the rise of her hip. God, Malila was shaped perfectly. Her curves just flowed.

"Can we do this again?" Yanaba whispered. "I want to see you again."

She felt Malila's cheek bulge in a smile against her. But she didn't answer.

"I want you," Yanaba repeated. "To see you."

Malila's reply was to lift her face and kiss Yanaba's cheek. "Sleep, mortal."

Yanaba's eyelids were suddenly very heavy. She tried to stay awake, stubbornly refusing to be silenced. She wanted answers. She wanted to see Malila again!

"No . . . wait . . ." Yanaba slurred. She got the feeling that kiss on her cheek . . . had drained her energy.

"Sleep," Malila repeated, and Yanaba couldn't help it . . . she slept.

When Yanaba awoke again, Yatokya was standing over her, frowning. It was day, bright and blue, and birds were singing. She blushed as she realized she was still naked in the reeds beside the lake, but sitting up and glancing around, Malila was no where to be seen. Yatokya offered his paw and helped Yanaba to her feet. She realized with a jolt that her brother was alone.

"Have you been here all night?" Yatokya demanded angrily, paw tight on his spear. "D'you know we spent the day looking for you? What the hell have you been doing?" He glanced over her naked body suspiciously. He was carrying her scabbard with her sword sheathed in it, and he passed it to her.

Yanaba buckled on her scabbard. "Where are the others?"

"With Maka," Yatokya answered. "We went to one of the lakes this morning. We had to - I think Maka was dying," he said a little sadly. "The lake wolves waded into the water and did some chanting. They came back and told us they had conferred with the lake spirit and that all we had to do was dip Maka's whole body in the water once. We did . . . and he was alright again!" Yatokya grinned. "Can you believe it? The legend is true!"

Yanaba smiled at her brother's typical enthusiasm. "And I assume Keme is alright too?"

Yatokya nodded. "He dipped his paws and drew them out whole. That Hinto said Malila had smiled on us."

Yanaba stiffened. "Malila?"

Yatokya frowned. "Yes. The lake spirit."

Yanaba awkwardly cleared her throat. "Oh."

Yatokya was still frowning. He studied her closely. "What were you doing out here? You never answered me. Sa and I decided to keep looking for you. While Maka rested."

"I wanted to see if the legend was true," Yanaba lied, "and I fell asleep out here."

Yatokya snorted. "Since when do you believe in legends? Though I guess you discovered the truth for yourself." He gestured at her once-wounded belly.

"I thought maybe Tala was out here," Yanaba tried again.

This time, Yatokya bought lie. He stared out across the lake, looking sad and frustrated. "Yeah. All this running around, and we still haven't found her! If she survives all this, I'll kill her."

Yanaba laughed sadly. "Wouldn't that defeat the purpose . . .?"

Yatokya jerked his head. "Come on. Let's go back."

They were turning away when a distant light flashed across the sky. It had flashed over the lake country, over the area where the many lakes dotted the landscape. Light like that could only mean one thing: magic. The twins looked each other.

"There's no time to go back and get the others," Yanaba said at once.

"You're right. Let's go see what it is."

The distant light flashed brighter, and exchanging grim looks, the twins set off toward it.