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The Last Shemale Queen

A sequel to The Seduction of Seleste

White Lies

Chapter 16

Sometimes it frightened Nizhoni that Aayan had been a child only years before. He should have been a child for centuries! But now, he was tall and handsome. The little boy who had clung ever to her tail grew rapidly, until he towered above her, smelling of a male's musk and grunting with a male's deep bass. Much like Sylas before him, he had grown up at a mortal pace, but she - body and mind -- was still sixteen.

And every time she was around him, her clit was on fire.

Nizhoni hadn't been able to help herself. One night, as the handsome prince slept in his canopied bed, she came to him. Carefully, she pushed the white sheets back, and carefully, she licked and sucked on his soft pink cock - until it was thick and erect. She heard his grunt. He had always been able to make such whimpers and moans . . . but never real words.

Nizhoni lifted her face from Aayan's cock and looked at him. His blue eyes watched her, flat and expressionless. Nizhoni felt the sadness wash over her. She knew the queen could talk to Aayan. Queen Wynonna was the only one who could. In that moment as he stared at her with his impassive face, she would have given anything for him to open his mouth and speak, say that he wanted her, say she was beautiful, say that . . . he loved her.

Nizhoni remembered leaning over him and kissing him. Her big breasts crushed to his chest as they kissed, and she was startled by how quickly his tongue became eager. She closed her eyes and sighed: when once he had touched her breasts so innocently as a pup, he now touched her breasts with a male's desire and his fingers were hard.

"My prince . . .?"

Nizhoni opened her eyes. He had stopped. He was looking at her rigid pink nipples. His eyes went to the nightstand, and she suddenly knew what he wanted. She opened the drawer and pulled out a pouch - the pouch of herbs that would make her lactate. His large fingers pulled a leaf from the pouch, she offered her tongue, and looking at her with his flat eyes, he placed the leaf on it.

As Nizhoni chewed, Aayan buried his face in her tits. She gasped when she felt him licking and sucking. The smacking sounds were loud against the night song of distant birds, against the chirruping of crickets. Out on the balcony, Nizhoni could see the night sky and stars through the veil of transparent white curtains.

"I didn't come here to nurse you, my prince," Nizhoni whispered.

He stopped and looked at her, blinking his vacant eyes slowly.

"Since my marriage to LiAnh, I have missed your mouth on my breasts . . . I . . . I need your lips . . . I want them."

He continued to blink at her. Then slowly, he shook his head.

Nizhoni's lip trembled. "Please, your highness. I want to make love to you. I know you are still a virgin . . ."

He shook his head again. He took her by the shoulders, and he gently and firmly pushed her back.

Tears trailed down Nizhoni's face. She sat straddling Aayan. He stared at her, and it drove her mad, the fact that she could not guess what he was thinking and feeling. She wanted an expression on that handsome face, a glare, a smile - anything! Only the queen had ever been able to get into his head. She suddenly hated the queen.

Aayan pointed. He was pointing at the curtained archway of his bedchamber. He wanted her to leave.

Nizhoni shook her head as sudden tears started to her eyes. "No!" she cried. "I need this! You need it too. You have always wanted it, my prince. I have always been yours."

He shook his head again. Ignoring him, Nizhoni braced her paws on his ripping belly and eased her pussy down on his rigid cock. He closed his eyes and sighed, "A-Ah!" He frowned with pleasure and looked at her helplessly as she began to ride him. She was shocked. Until that moment, she had never seen a real expression on his face! But now, he was looking at her with fire in his eyes.

"Oh, my prince!" Nizhoni's head fell back as he began jerking his hips against her. "Yes, that's it!"

She slammed her pussy on him until her juices were splashing. Her big tits flapped hard, and milk spurted from one when Aayan grabbed it. He sat up and suckled her hungrily as she moved in his lap, panting, sighing, crying out. She remembered laughing girlishly when he suddenly showered her neck and breasts with eager kisses.

He grabbed her wrists, and she squealed when he slammed her to the bed. His white mane tumbled around him. He hooked the back of her knee in his elbow, and hoisting her leg up, his rippling belly crunched as he thrust hard inside. Her big tits rode with every thrust, squirting more milk when he grabbed them. She shivered and screamed softly, folded up in the muscular wall of his body, as his lips and tongue tasted her nipples, as his cock stabbed inside, relentless in its pounding.

She looked at him, shivering with happiness. His eyes were still burning with desire. But there was something soft in his blue gaze. Something affectionate . . . and sad.

When Nizhoni later awoke, the prince was sitting at his magnificent white desk. He leaned back in the chair, his elbow on the armrest, his chin on his fist. When she slowly sat up, he gestured with two fingers for her to come.

Nizhoni's heart beat hard as she obeyed. His face was smooth and impassive once more, his blue eyes blank. It saddened her. For one wonderful moment, as they made love, as they kissed and sighed and moaned in the darkness, he had been full of expression and life. Now it was gone again.

Nizhoni stood before Aayan's inscrutable eyes and nervously pushed her white mane behind her ear. "Yes, my prince?"

Aayan's large fingers slid a bit of parchment to her. Nizhoni stopped the parchment with the tips of her slender white fingers and read it, frowning. He had written in curly black ink:

Why have you done this to me? Why have you made love to me? Did you think about my uncle at all? He is your husband.

Nizhoni looked at him helplessly. "Oh, my prince, I can not help it. Since I moved out of the palace, I think of you and nothing else. I had to . . . I had to make love to you!"

His face was expressionless as he slowly shook his head. He wrote on a corner of the parchment and turned it to her. Her lashes lowered and she read:

You had to do nothing.

Nizhoni bit her lip. "M-My prince," she sobbed, "I am s-sor --"

He held up his paw, silencing her.

Nizhoni bowed her head and waited. She hated displeasing Aayan. When he was eight, she broke his favorite toy. He didn't acknowledge her existence for ten days. She feared something like that was about to happen now. She wasn't even supposed to be in the palace to begin with. As soon as Aayan turned fifteen, Nizhoni had begun to desire him, and the queen, picking up on this, had banished her from the palace. Nizhoni hadn't been able to stand it. She hated being away from Aayan. She trembled and hoped he wasn't going to send her away.

Standing there waiting, Nizhoni heard his quill scratching parchment, then he tapped on the desk, and she looked up. He slid yet another bit of parchment to her. She read it through a sudden rise of tears:

I am leaving soon. I wished to nurse from your breasts one last time. I would have been content with that. But you insisted on making love to me. I can not express the depths of my displeasure . . . and my pleasure.

Nizhoni smiled with trembling lips and looked at him. "Oh, my prince!" she whispered happily. He had enjoyed it. He had enjoyed her! Her heart beat harder. "If you are leaving, take me with you!"

He shook his head, and there was finality in the gesture.

Nizhoni gulped miserably and stared at her breasts. She could hear him writing again. He tapped on the table sharply and she lifted her face. He had written more, and he was reclining again in the chair, watching her with his flat, empty eyes.

Nizhoni swallowed hard and read: We must tell LiAnh. He deserves to know how you truly feel. So he can find happiness elsewhere.

"Yes," Nizhoni agreed quietly and bowed her head again, though she knew she would rather jump off a cliff than face LiAnh after this. She didn't think she'd be able to stand the hurt in his eyes.

"I am in love with you, my prince," she whispered miserably. "I can not help it. I have watched you grow from a boy into a fine young male. I watched in trepidation, waiting for the moment when you would take a lover, when you would be forced to marry . . ." Her voice trailed away when she heard him writing. She looked up when he slid a bit a parchment to her. She picked it up and read:

We can never be. You know this.

Fresh tears rose in Nizhoni's eyes and she crumpled the parchment in her fist. "My prince does not love me - yes, I know," she said darkly. She looked at him softly. "However, it does not change the way I feel for you. I am yours, don't you understand?" Her white mane shifted as she shook her head. "I became yours the moment they placed you in my arms and told me to care for you . . . the moment you looked at me with your beautiful blue eyes. . . ." She sniffed miserably and gazed at him through shimmering tears.

He wrote something else and slid it to her. With trembling fingers, she picked it up and laughed sadly when she read: Please, don't cry.

Nizhoni looked at him. Her suffering caused him suffering, even if his impassive face could not express it. She held the parchment to her breasts, as if it were gold. Because she knew those words were the closest she'd ever get to him writing "I love you."

"Where do you go to, my prince?" she asked him breathlessly. "And why are you going?"

He shook his head and held up his paw again, and she knew he would not tell her. Then he simply looked at her, blinking his flat eyes.

Nizhoni bowed her head and bit her lip. If she could at least find out where he was going, she could follow him! She could sneak into his room later and go through his things . . . but she knew he was far too clever to have left any evidence as to his plans. Growing up amidst court intrigue had taught him well.

Standing there with her head bowed, Nizhoni heard him writing again. He rapped his knuckles on the desk when she didn't look up, and she thought he sounded a little impatient. When she lifted her face, he was sitting with his elbow on the armrest, his fingers stroking his lip. She picked up the parchment he had slid to her, and her heart fluttered when she read:

Make love to me again. I leave at dawn.

Nizhoni remembered swallowing hard to see that casual command written there. When she looked up again, Aayan's eyes were as empty, as inscrutable as before. She shivered, wondering what hunger and lust was going on in his mind, wishing she could see it on his face.

Obediently, Nizhoni dropped the parchment to the desk and came around it to him. She hesitated, not knowing what to do. He helped her figure it out: he grabbed her by her teeny waist and sat her on the desk with a flop of her tits. Without hesitation, he bent her back by the neck, forcing her big tits to thrust their nipples at the ceiling. He squeezed one of her tits hard, and she blushed when she felt his careful tongue between her thighs.

"Oh! Oh - my p-prince!"

Nizhoni stared at the ceiling and her white lashes fluttered. He had done this before.

Present-day Nizhoni swallowed hard, pushing those memories away as she walked as fast as she could up the golden halls of the palace library. Aayan was seventeen the night she made love to him. He had then left the kingdom, never to return. It had been five years.

Nizhoni waited for him, staring with a broken heart out at the sea as it stretched away to the horizon. They called it the Bleu. It was the most beautiful ocean in their world, for the water was quite literally blue. She and LiAnh used to visit its beaches together and make love on the white sand, but no more. After her one and only night with Aayan, LiAnh found out what she had done. He found out from the queen. And he left her.

Nizhoni bit her lip, hating Queen Wynonna. If not for that bitch's interfering, she could have told LiAnh herself. Perhaps she could have softened the blow, perhaps she could have soothed LiAnh with sweet lies. But there was no doubt in her mind that Queen Wynonna had woven a very unflattering story for her brother. She had more than likely told LiAnh that Nizhoni had snuck into her son's room in the middle of the night and seduced him, allowing him to fuck her over every surface in his bedroom. It was the truth . . . but it was a truth LiAnh did not need to know. A white lie would have been good for him. A white lie would have shielded him from the pain of knowing that . . . she had never truly loved him.

"What do you think you're doing here?" demanded a voice.

Nizhoni halted and glanced around fearfully. She knew she wasn't allowed in the palace, but while Queen Wynonna was out, the palace guards and the staff usually cut her a break. Everyone, that was, except for Mapiya.

Mapiya was the female LiAnh had married after Nizhoni. She was eighteen in mortal years, for LiAnh certainly seemed to like his females young. She had a long red mane that spilled in curls to the small of her back, and her paws, feet, and the tip of her tail were black. Her breasts were small and high, and Nizhoni knew she had almost been given as a royal nursemaid once, thousands of years ago, when Sylas was born. Nizhoni had been chosen by Queen Nontikmah instead. Nontikmah thought she had a sweeter spirit.

Nizhoni glanced around, fearful that LiAnh - who lived in the palace with Mapiya and the royal family -- was in the library as well. He was no where in sight, however. Nizhoni could see naked servants switching about, dusting with feather dusters, breasts riding high. A young male servant stood at the top of a ladder, rubbing the magnificent floor-length windows with a cloth. Sunlight poured through those windows, pure and white as it touched the bookshelves, the couches, the long tables containing piles of tomes.

"I asked you a question," Mapiya said contemptuously.

Nizhoni's eyes narrowed. "Get out of my way."

Mapiya slowly folded her arms and didn't budge.

Nizhoni stood with a book held tight to her chest, glaring at Mapiya over the top of it. Since the queen had banished her from the palace - and since LiAnh had divorced her - Nizhoni had no where to go and had spent the last five years wandering in and out of Miras Eii. Seleste had allowed her to live with her for a time, but it was shameful to rely on a frost wolf. After a few nights, Nizhoni declined Seleste's kindness and left to wander the world in search Aayan. On the those rare occasions when she returned to Miras Eii, she spent her days sneaking on and off the palace grounds, stealing books from the library and accepting food from the kitchen staff who took pity on her.

Before Nizhoni could react, Mapiya snatched the book from her. Nizhoni's lips tightened as she read the cover aloud: "The Gates of Vi'sune." She looked at Nizhoni and laughed derisively. "How sad. Cast out on the streets and content to spend your days reading children's fairy tales."

Nizhoni snatched the book back and moved past Mapiya, marching hard for the exit and the white hall beyond. It wasn't a fairy tale. Vi'sune was a real place. A place where it was said the world began. It was hidden in a land behind the mists of the Bleu Sea, and had magic the likes of which was unknown in this world. Aayan had spoken of a corruption in the kingdom. Vi'sune was the likely where he had gone seeking answers.

Nizhoni had spent years wandering the mortal realm, trying to find information about Vi'sune. The oldest tome about the place - the one she carried now - had been kept under lock and key in a glass case, in a special section of the library. It was with a little flirting - and a couple white lies about having the king's permission -- that she finally convinced the Keeper to let her see the book. Finally. She had been wearing him down for years. When his back was turned, she ran with the book for the exit, and it was then that she'd run into Mayipa.

Nizhoni couldn't imagine what Mayipa was doing in the library: she hated books. And what was more, she knew nothing of them. If she'd had any sense, she would have known Nizhoni was, in fact, stealing a very old and very valuable tome.

As Nizhoni flew past the rows of shelves, she could hear Mayipa following behind. She seethed.

"LiAnh and I expect a child," she said proudly, though Nizhoni knew she was lying: LiAnh could not make children, even after his transformation into a fox. "He wanted one with you. But you already had a child . . . so to speak."

Mayipa meant Aayan. Nizhoni bristled and tried to walk faster. She didn't want to think of pups and children, breast feedings and infant wails . . . Tears threatened to rise but she swallowed them down.

"You know, I sort of envy you," went on Mayipa behind her. "Had I been chosen for royal nursemaid, perhaps I would have known the handsome prince between my thighs. He's got a decent bulge in his skirt. Nice body. But those empty, soulless eyes - ack!"

They reached the curtained archway - Thank god! Nizhoni thought breathlessly. She hugged the book to her chest and flew through the transparent curtain with her mane and tail streaming. Behind her, Mayipa halted and shouted, "Five years is a long time to have a dry pussy, isn't it!"

Nizhoni's cheeks turned crimson as the guards in the corridor laughed. Hugging the book tight, she ducked her head, wishing she was dead before she'd run into Mayipa. The guards watched her pass, standing against the walls wearing white skirts with gold trim, carrying spears and swords.

Nizhoni had almost made it out of the palace when someone grabbed her shoulder and jerked her around. She dropped immediately to her knees. It was the queen.

"You are forbidden to enter the palace grounds, you know this," came the queen's scathing voice.

"Your highness," Nizhoni whispered to the polished floor. She hugged the book tight, hoping the queen would not take it from her. "Have mercy . . . your highness . . ."

"What is that you carry? Rise. And give it to me."

Shaking all over, Nizhoni did as she was told. She stood with her head down as the queen thumbed through the book. The queen was tall and imperious with her long black lashes, her statuesque beauty, and her slanted green eyes. She was clad in a sleeveless, tight-fitting, white dress, and a tiara was nestled in her magnificent black curls. After thumbing through the book for a time, she closed it and regarded Nizhoni coldly. Nizhoni lowered her eyes.

"Am I to understand," said the queen slowly, "that not only do you dare to show your face here, but you dare to steal from me as well?"

"Have mercy, your highness . . ."

"Stop that groveling and answer me, girl!" The green eyes flashed.

"I thought the book could help me find him . . . your grace . . ." Nizhoni didn't need to elaborate. The queen knew who she meant.

The queen's eyes narrowed. "You risk a lot returning here, Nizhoni. You should have stayed away, in the mortal world. This must mean that you know more than you are letting on. Perhaps you have known all along. You were the last to see my son before he left."

Nizhoni closed her eyes and trembled harder at the accusing steel in that voice. She screamed when the queen suddenly slapped her. Her scream choked to a halt when the taller female grabbed her arm in a vice grip and shook her.

"That is for lying to me all these years!"

Breasts wobbling, mane bouncing, Nizhoni was shoved toward two guards, who came forward and took her by the arms. She didn't dare to lift her head as the queen stood before her, regarding her thoughtfully.

"Yes," the queen said slowly. "Why didn't I see this before?" She glanced down at the book, as if she'd forgotten the title. "He told you that he was going to this Vi'sune?"

Nizhoni bit her lip. She didn't see the point in answering. No matter what she said, the queen was not going to believe her: she had lied to her far too often in the past. Her cheek was pulsing with pain where the female had slapped her. She closed her eyes and tried not to sob.

"Won't answer me? I suppose I should make you more comfortable before I proceed with this interrogation, since you insist upon returning here."

Nizhoni heard the female's long nails click when she snapped. She closed her eyes and moaned as the guards marched her away. They went so quickly up the hall, her breasts started riding with each step. The guards glanced often at her breasts and licked their lips. Both foxes were rusty red, one with a white mane and the other with a red one. They were muscular and broad, and their paws on her slender arms were so big they made bones shudder.

Nizhoni could see the queen leading the way, and when they turned down a flight of gold steps, she knew where they were taking her. Oh god . . . They were going to . . .

Nizhoni began to tremble and cry when they entered the room. Along the walls were many paddles and whips. In the center of the room was a pillory, a board on a post with three holes for neck and paws. One of the guards went to the pillory and unlocked it. The other marched Nizhoni to it by the neck.

"Your highness . . ." Nizhoni sobbed when they forced her to bend over, when they forced her neck in the niche. "I don't know anything!" She could see the queen standing some feet away, thumbing through the book with interest.

"Your highness . . ." Nizhoni tried again.

One guard swept her mane aside as the other locked the pillory, trapping her neck and paws. They then tied her tail to her back, to keep it from blocking her backside as she was punished.

Tears streamed down Nizhoni's face when a guard grabbed her big tit and carefully squeezed it. Nizhoni shook all over as they continued their discreet fondling. One stuck his fingers in her pussy; the other peeled her lip back from her fang and glanced down at the bulge in his skirt, as if to check the size of her mouth. Oh god, he was thinking of putting his cock there! Their paws dragged along her curves and smoothed over her buttocks like she was a prize cow.

"Your highness, they're g-groping me!"

The queen looked up, and the guards cleared their throats and stopped.

The queen closed the book and regarded Nizhoni calmly. "Unless you tell me everything you know right now, I will let them do whatever they want to you."

The guards exchanged grins.

Nizhoni sniffled. "I only - I only slept with his majesty the prince! I swear! He refused to tell me where he was going, though I asked to come."

The queen stared at her for a long time, and Nizhoni sagged in relief: she believed her.

"Why do you believe he went to Vi'sune?"

Nizhoni hesitated. Her mistake. The queen gestured, and Nizhoni screamed when a paddle whacked her ass. Hard. In the wake of that stinging blow, her ass cheeks wobbled and tingled with pain. She sobbed quietly as the guards laughed in low voices. She trembled again when they smoothed their big paws over her ass cheeks. One peeled her cheek aside with his thumb, and they touched her anus curiously. A finger went in. Nizhoni squeezed her anus up on reflex and they laughed again.

"Each time you hesitate to think up some lie," the queen said quietly, "they will hit you. The next time will be harder."

Nizhoni gulped at the fury in the female's eyes. She sagged a little when the finger pulled free of her anus. For one horrifying moment, she'd thought a cock was going to go inside. Her thighs were trembling. One of the guards smoothed a paw over them. "Do not be afraid, gorgeous," he whispered to her and squeezed her tit.

Nizhoni sobbed. "S-Stop . . . P-Please . . ."

"Now answer me," the queen said. "Why do you believe he went to Vi'sune?"

This time, Nizhoni did not hesitate. "He has told your highness of the crystal corruption here. He believes there is a cure in Vi'sune, I think."

"You think?" The queen gestured.

Whack.

"Ah!" Nizhoni was hit so hard this time, the pillory shook, and with it, her tits.

One of the guards grabbed her tit and fondled the nipple, whispering, "Oh, yeah, baby . . ." He hefted her tit in his paw, as if weighing it. His fingers disappeared in the mound of her cleavage.

Nizhoni shivered and wept.

"Is there a cure there or not?" the queen hissed.

"The book says there is!" Nizhoni shrilled. "There is magic in Vi'sune unlike anything!"

The queen looked at the book and nodded. "And you sought to go there. You know, Nizhoni . . ." She set the book on the table behind her and came to Nizhoni, paws behind her back. "When I banished you from the palace and my brother had disregarded you, I was certain you would run away. And you did. For exactly ten months."

Nizhoni trembled and was silent.

"Nine is the length of a mortal pregnancy. Which can happen to a vixen depending on who the father is." The queen's eyes narrowed.

Nizhoni was again silent.

"It did not occur to me to believe . . . At the time, I was too concerned with my son's disappearance to think anything had come of your - seduction - of him_._" She looked at Nizhoni and her nostrils flared. "But who else could it be? LiAnh has never been able to make children. And my Aayan . . . he is cursed with mortal aging."

The queen waited.

Nizhoni wept and was silent.

Without warning, the queen took a halting step forward and grabbed her face. Nizhoni choked. Long black nails pinched painfully as her lips were mashed together. The queen shook her face.

"You will answer me! You will answer me or I will let them rape you!"

When the guard's licked their lips and grinned, Nizhoni's wet eyes widened and she nodded hastily against the pillory board. The queen let her go and took a step back.

"You shall answer truthfully. If I find out you have lied to me once more . . ."

"Truthfully, your highness!" Nizhoni said quickly. "I shall answer . . ."

"Good. I needn't ask why you lied to me for five years because that much is clear. Before I ask my final question, know this: you will pay for what you did to my brother and my son!"

Nizhoni blinked out tears.

"What did you do with Aayan's child?"