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The Last Shemale Queen

A sequel to The Seduction of Seleste

For Tala

Chapter 20

Yanaba was flabbergasted. When she struck a blow, the strange female eluded her so fast, her eyes could not follow. The stranger moved in a blur! But Yanaba was determined not to give up. She snarled, she screamed, she panted as her sword flashed, but the rusty red female parried every blow. It was infuriating. What was more, Yanaba could not understand why the female had not cut her yet. She was not attacking, simply defending herself.

Their blades locked again. Hard. Yanaba sneered at the female through them, and the female sneered right back.

"Fool mortal," she said, "you know not what you dare!" She shoved Yanaba away, and their blades chinged as they broke apart.

Yanaba staggered back but caught her footing. They glared at each other, and as Yanaba looked the female up and down, it suddenly struck her that she had called her "mortal." Another lake spirit? Whatever she was, she was definitely something powerful and magical: she had a penis.

"Yanaba!"

It was Keme's voice. Yanaba could hear the others pelting her way, the swish of reeds and the splash of water as they came. The momentary distraction allowed the red female to disarm Yanaba. She stared, astonished, as her sword went spiraling through the air and landed in the water. No one had ever been able to disarm her! No one!

Suddenly furious, Yanaba ran at the female, intent on punching her lights out. It was not to be. The female moved again with her impossible speed, sidestepping Yanaba's attack with a pitying smirk. Yanaba whirled again - and screamed when a strong arm locked around her waist from behind.

"Yanaba!"

Keme and the others splashed up and skidded to a halt. Sa aimed his bow, and Pati and Maka gripped their spears readily. Yanaba thought Pati looked ready to split hairs. He leapt forward, but seeing that Yanaba was being held hostage, he halted again.

"Let her go!" Pati roared.

"Release her!" Sa snarled, squinting as he aimed.

Yanaba struggled against her captor. His strong white arm was locked around her waist, and each time she bucked, her breasts flapped. "Get off me! Get off me!" she screamed, and her curls fell in her eyes as she twisted again. She bent her arm and was preparing to give the male a nice blow to the belly with her elbow when something struck her like lightning . . . and she slipped from his arm to the ground.

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"So tell me this one more time . . ."

Yanaba moaned. It was Keme's voice. She could hear him somewhere . . . she could also hear fire crackling softly . . . she could smell the musk of her traveling companions . . . and the strong, magical musk of the strangers. They were in the village of the lake wolves. She could tell by the scent of fish and muddy water and reeds. And what was more, it was raining outside. The sound of the light patter was soothing in the quiet of the night.

Yanaba turned her head against the pillows. Pillows? She opened her eyes. She was in a small bedroom, in a narrow bed. The curtain was pulled aside, and through the doorway, she could see the others seated on spread deerskins around a fire burning bright in a stone basin on the floor. Keme was seated beside a handsome white wolf, but looking at the stranger more closely, Yanaba realized he was no wolf at all but a fox. She had seen illustrations in her father's kitsune books, illustrations of magical creatures with large ears and small muzzles . . . A fox! And looking at him, she realized he was the one who had grabbed her out in the lake country.

The others were gathered around the fire as well. Maka sat beside Keme with his elbows resting on his knees. Pati leaned against the wall with his arms folded, occasionally pushing away from it to pace restlessly. Sa sat quietly beside Maka, looking tired and sad, and Yanaba knew he was worried about Yatokya, who had disappeared with Tala through the portal.

Yanaba stared at the ceiling, glad that at least Tala was not alone, wherever she was. Or was she? Out in the lake country, Yanaba had felt something strike her. She had felt something cold closing over her like a fist, and she knew it was because something had happened to Yatokya.

". . . Tala took a portal all the way to damn Miras Eii?" Keme went on. "And you helped her, Aayan!"

The white fox sitting beside Keme turned his head, and Yanaba stiffened when she heard the red female answer, "He says that Tala wished desperately to see her mother. And that he is sorry." She scoffed at the apology.

Listening with her ears pricked forward, Yanaba realized the female was standing in a corner of the room she could not see. She glared at the wall. That the stranger had been able to disarm her was still infuriating! She thought of those smirking eyes and wanted to scratch them out . . . those pretty smirking eyes. Lying in the dark, Yanaba smiled.

The white fox did not react to the female's scoffing. Yanaba suddenly realized that he never reacted to anything. His face was always smooth and impassive; his blue eyes flat and empty. He sat beside Keme with his legs folded, his chin resting on his fists as he stared into the fire.

"Then I guess I'm going to Miras Eii," Keme said heavily. Yanaba thought he looked as if he'd just been sentenced to death. He pushed his mane back from his face, and he looked in the direction in which Yanaba could only assume the female was standing. "So you and Aayan can send me to Miras Eii then?"

"No," the female answered. "That portal only opens once a month."

"So I missed my ship," Keme said grimly. "I suppose we'll be walking then."

The female snorted. "Do you know how long it would take to walk from here to Miras Eii?"

Keme's face hardened. "Do you have a better idea? I have to find my child, Iko! Wherever she went, I'm going! I'll walk to the fucking moon for Tala!"

Yanaba saw the white fox - the apparent Aayan - close a paw on Keme's arm. His eyes, however, were fixed on the female.

After a pause, the female scoffed again. "He's says he will walk you through the Old Paths. And he says other foolish things as well that I shall not repeat!"

Yanaba frowned, wondering how it was that the white fox was communicating with her. Some sorcerers could speak into the minds of others. It must have been something like that. But the female seemed to be the only one he could talk to.

"The Old Paths?" Keme repeated.

"Sounds like more magic," muttered Maka bitterly. "That's all we need."

"I fully agree," said the apparent Iko. "You'd be better off waiting here a month for the portal to become accessible again."

Keme shook his head. "I can not wait a month." His face creased angrily. "My child is out there! And Yatokya too! I have to go to them! Do you understand?"

The female was silent.

Aayan tightened his hold on Keme's arm and looked him in the eye. He nodded slowly, and Yanaba knew the fox was promising his help. And damn well he should, Yanaba thought angrily. He was the one who sent Tala to some magical fox kingdom to begin with!

"Thank you, Aayan," Keme said to the white fox. "And thank you for looking after Tala."

The white fox nodded again; then he let Keme go and stared again at the fire. His soulless, empty eyes reflected the flames like glass; it made Yanaba shudder and hug herself.

"So tell me about these Old Paths," Keme prompted Iko. "I'll make the leap and assume they're faster than the normal route would be."

The female began to pace the room, and Yanaba saw her pass behind the others as she spoke, hips and tail swaying. Yanaba thought the vixen was incredibly beautiful - too beautiful to be true. And her penis reminded Yanaba with a smile of Tala.

"The Old Paths," the vixen answered patiently, "are the long-forgotten underground kingdoms of ancient beings. They once belonged to the mountain wolves, who called themselves the Lepuna at the time." She turned with a slight ripple of her mane, and the sword sheathed on her back gleamed in the firelight.

Yanaba glanced around, realizing for the first time that her sword and scabbard were in a chair in the corner. Outside her window, the rain slanted down against the stars. A sudden gust of wind sent droplets splashing through her fur. The chill reminded her of what she'd felt when she'd fainted: ice cold. Ice cold as death.

"The Old Paths are so deeply underground," Iko went on, "that they pass under the sea."

Yanaba stiffened, and peering out through the doorway, she could see the others listening in astonishment. Maka looked as if he wanted to protest the whole thing, and Yanaba was hardly surprised: after what he had endured in the White Forest, he had every reason to be afraid.

"The ancient Lepuna used mirrors to travel across their kingdom faster . . . primitive versions of real portals, but effective." Iko halted behind Keme, and Yanaba's heart almost stopped when the vixen looked her directly in the eye and smiled.

Heart hammering, Yanaba quickly turned over. She lay very still in the silence that followed. She could feel Iko's gaze on her back like a hot light, and she knew the vixen was fully aware she'd been awake and listening the entire time. Yanaba squeezed her eyes shut, and the moment passed. Iko started pacing again.

"So how do we enter these tunnels or old kingdoms or . . . whatever," Keme said, and Yanaba smiled to hear his exasperation.

"Beneath the mountains of the autumn tribe," Iko answered readily, "lies one of many entrances. It would be sealed after so many centuries, but luckily, Keme, we have you."

Keme snorted. "So fox magic can't move giant boulders?"

Iko smiled. "Only on a starry night."

Yanaba was confused by that response. She turned over again and saw that Keme was just as confused.

"The Old Path opens again in Lepunatia," went on the vixen, and walked slowly, arms folded, until she was standing behind Aayan. "You mortals have some pathetic name for it . . . Hmm, what was it?" She glanced down at Aayan, and Yanaba knew they were conferring in their minds. "Ah," she said, looking up again, "The Secret Valley."

"The Secret Valley!" Sa gasped. Keme, Pati, and Maka stared at him, and he looked at them in disbelief, unable to accept the fact that they'd never heard of the Secret Valley.

Yanaba had heard of it. Thanks to her father's mania for myth and legends, she knew all about the nymphs who dwelled in the Secret Valley - sex crazed wolves who had failed to become foxes when put through the transformation. Yanaba had never believed the legends and had told herself many times that her father was full of steaming shit. But now, after everything she had gone through and seen in the last few weeks, she'd believe it if Iko said there were also flamingos that raped unsuspecting maidens with ten inch cocks.

After some time, Keme nodded. "Then it's to the autumn tribe then. We can only hope they don't kill us on sight."

"Such the pessimist, Keme," Iko teased with her smirk of a smile. "Perhaps the autumn beasts will simply walk out, arms open, and kiss you on both cheeks."

Keme afforded her a half-smile. "Very funny. To bed then, everyone. Tomorrow we follow the coast west."

At Keme's command, everyone started moving. Yanaba saw Maka and Sa spread their bedrolls on the floor near the fire, and Keme did so as well. Iko sat beside Aayan, and Yanaba knew they were talking into each other's minds again. After a while, Iko gently squeezed Aayan's knee. Yanaba's heart fluttered when he placed his paw over hers and rubbed. Yanaba swallowed hard and looked away: they were intimate! That strange red fox was intimate with Chief Keme's nephew!

Yanaba looked up again when someone had filled the doorway of her room. It was Pati. He stood with his eyes gleaming in the dark. His muscular body practically filled the doorway and blocked out the light. He stepped inside, closing the curtain behind him.

"Is my princess well?"

"Yes," Yanaba whispered and was startled by how hoarse she sounded.

Pati came to her and sat on the edge of the bed. Yanaba smiled when his eyes looked at her softly, when he affectionately brushed a strand of mane from her pretty eyes.

"You frightened me out there, my princess. When you fainted."

"I'm sorry."

He frowned. "What happened to you?"

Yatokya had happened. He had been hurt. Or he was going to be hurt. Once when she was fourteen, she felt an intense pain in her finger. And then the next day, Yatokya came home with a broken finger after having lost a sparring match during his training. Such things had always happened between them. Since the time they were small.

"I don't know," Yanaba lied, not wanting to worry Pati. "Perhaps it was just exhaustion." She smiled for his benefit, but she could still feel the cold creeping over her. What was going to happen to Yatokya? Was he going to freeze? Had he frozen already? She swallowed hard.

"I am here," Pati vowed. "If you need me for anything, my princess. Anything."

"Thank you, Pati."

"And we will find your brother," he went on seriously, "and Princess Tala."

"Yes."

Silence. Yanaba waited. Pati wanted something, but he was afraid to ask. Eventually, he cleared his throat.

"I have a request, your highness."

"Speak."

"I wish to sleep here. In this bed with you. To hold you. Would you permit me this?"

Yanaba sighed at the sheepish hope in his eyes. "Alight," she said at last. "But keep your paws from my - private places."

Pati nodded eagerly. Yanaba turned on her side, and Pati was almost instantly spooning her. He cuddled up close to her, his breath hit her curly mane and neck, and after hesitating, he carefully placed his arm around her waist. He pressed his paw against her slender midriff. His paw was shaking.

"What's the matter?" Yanaba whispered.

"My princess . . . I'm dreaming of the day . . ."

Yanaba closed her eyes wearily. The day when he finally got to have sex with her. "Go to sleep, Pati," she ordered.

"Yes, my princess," he said dutifully.

Yanaba closed her eyes and drifted off. When she woke again, she was on her back, in-between two bodies. Yanaba stiffened in alarm. Who would dare! She looked to her left and Pati was sleeping on his back beside her, his big arm behind his head and his big cock rock hard. Yanaba winced and looked away from his cock, looking to her right instead. She froze. The vixen was in the bed with them!

"Hello," Iko whispered in a low purr of a voice, "little mortal." She lay on her side, her breasts smashed together, her slender arm lying along the length of her amble curves. Her cheek was on her fist and she was smiling.

"What do you want?" Yanaba demanded at once. "You disrespect me with this intrusion."

The vixen laughed softly. "You didn't mind disrespecting me with your sword."

"I - well . . ." stammered Yanaba guiltily.

"I will admit," went on the vixen, "it was quite the exercise. I have not met a mortal worthy of my blade in quite some time."

"How long would that be?"

"Mm," was the thoughtful reply. "Two thousands years?"

Yanaba stared. "Bullshit!"

Iko laughed softly. "It is true. You are truly skilled, little mortal. And you are truly beautiful. A maiden of the sun, skilled beyond measure with sword and knife, breasts shivering in the sunlight with every strike."

Yanaba resisted the urge to cover her naked breasts. It had never occurred to her that the vixen had been eying them as they fought!

"It is no small wonder," Iko went on, "that your guardian there dotes upon you so. A female of dignity and strength is to be honored among your tribe, and you exude both. You drive him quite mad. His thoughts are always bent on you. He dreams of you even now. Look at his cock." She laughed softly again. "Poor thing."

Yanaba looked away, not wanting to hear any of this. Her eyes went to the vixen again as a sudden thought occurred to her. "You saw Tala." She frowned. "How is she?"

Iko smiled slowly. "Ah, Tala. Another admirer of yours, constantly longing, constantly dreaming of you. Of course, she thought about your brother just as often . . . if not more."

Yanaba looked away gruffly. "So she's fine then."

"No," Iko whispered, suddenly fierce, "do not turn that pretty gaze away from me!"

Yanaba cried out when Iko roughly jerked her around. Their lips smashed together in a kiss, and Yanaba felt her clit respond at once. Iko kissed her passionately, and she melted, trembling all over when the fox's nimble fingers began fondling her clit.

"Oh," Yanaba whispered and frowned.

Iko pushed her legs apart, and looking into her eyes, she slid two fingers in her pussy. Yanaba shivered all over, looking helplessly at the beautiful vixen and her hungry, slanted eyes. She noticed with a jolt that Iko was rock hard.

"Virgin," Iko whispered, stretching her fingers against Yanaba's tight hymen.

Yanaba stiffened and gasped.

"An innocent soul," Iko went on. "I bet if Aayan tried to speak to you, you would hear him." Without elaborating, Iko leaned down and carefully sucked Yanaba's tit. Her fingers moved slowly from her clit to her other tit, and they tightened on it, sinking away in the rising mound.

Yanaba watched with a thudding heart as she was suckled and fondled. She was breathing so hard, her breasts heaved against Iko's face. Iko's kisses traveled higher, up her collarbone and neck, to her ear. She whispered, "Your admirer is admiring us."

Yanaba looked over at Pati and her heart skipped a beat: he was lying on his back, wide awake, watching what was happening with his mouth slightly open. Something glazed in his eyes. He leaned over Yanaba's jutting nipple and hesitated. When Yanaba did not protest, Iko squeezed her tit, making the nipple stand out harder for Pati to suck. Pati closed his eyes and rolled his tongue against it in a hard lap. Suddenly ravenous, he started sucking Yanaba harder, wetter, until his face was buried in her tit.

Smirking, Iko bowed her head over Yanaba and sucked her other tit.

Yanaba lay on her back gasping, and her long lashes fluttered at the ceiling as their moans and sucks filled the room. She could feel their paws on her body, smoothing over her curves, squeezing her thighs as they sucked her. She cradled both their heads, curling her slender fingers in their manes.

"Such luscious tits," Iko whispered. She paused to squeeze Yanaba's tit, and when the pink nipple jutted harder, she licked it with the tip of her tongue.

Yanaba gasped and her eyes flew open wide when she felt Pati's large fingers slip in her sex. She slapped his paw off at once, and he looked at her apologetically. But he sniffed his fingers and licked them, closing his eyes as if her smell and taste aroused him. Yanaba blushed furiously and looked away.

Iko laughed. "Why do you deny him at least a touch?"

"My princess," Pati whispered, "I would take you now --"

"No!" Yanaba said at once and frowned. She squeezed her eyes shut. That is for Tala. Only Tala. . . .

Iko smirked again, and Yanaba got the frightening feeling she had heard her thought.

"So neither of us will spend the night in the princess," the vixen said. "Pity. But here I am, erect and unsatisfied." She looked at Pati. "Come here, mortal."

Pati trembled. He looked at Yanaba, as if awaiting her command.

Yanaba nodded slightly. "Do as she says."

"Yes, my princess . . ."

Yanaba sat up, her curls spilling in a mass around her as she watched what was happening, unable to believe it. Iko grabbed Pati by the neck and made him kneel on the floor. She then grabbed him by the mane and crammed her cock in his mouth. Yanaba's eyes flew wide. Pati's muffled grunts filled the room as Iko took him by the mane and fucked his mouth. He eventually began to drool until his slobber had her cock glistening. Yanaba couldn't believe it when he took his own hard cock and began to stroke it.

All the while she was fucking Pati's face, Iko locked eyes with Yanaba. She cupped her own tit and massaged it, then winked. Yanaba felt her clit throb.

"Come here, Yanaba," the vixen said when Pati grunted. "He wants to be able to see you . . . Take your sword from that chair and sit in it."

Yanaba went to the chair, as asked. Once she was seated in it, she saw Pati's suffering eyes slide to their corners to look at her. Iko's cock was so big in his mouth, his eyes were squinting up with tears. But just looking at her was enough to make his cock flinch in his own paw. He fapped himself even as Iko was fucking his face, and the grunts and cries in the room made the princess of the sun shiver.

"Cup your big tits for him," Iko whispered. "Go on . . ."

Yanaba swallowed hard, suddenly very aroused from all of it. She could feel her pussy lips swelling up when Pati's eyes practically burned a hole through her tits. She cupped them for him and tweaked the pink nipples, and glancing at Iko, she realized the vixen was watching her just as hungrily. Iko's cock flinched in Pati's mouth, and Yanaba heard Pati sputter helplessly.

"No, no," Iko whispered, holding him still by the mane, "swallow it all down, mortal. Every drop."

Pati's chest heaved as he obeyed. The cock finally slid soft from his mouth, and he sagged to the floor and sat panting. He was rewarded for his obedience when Iko took his cock and stroked it for him. He hunched, still looking with longing at Yanaba.

"My princess," he said, licking the drool and cum off his lips, "your pretty pussy . . . I want . . . I want to see . . ."

Yanaba tried not to blush. After all, he had seen it before. She spread her thighs, and sitting back in the chair, she pealed her pussy lips open for him. Pati's chest heaved and it happened: he squirted in Iko's paw. Iko smiled and licked him clean, and in the panting and the silence that followed, the vixen suddenly disappeared in a wink.

Yanaba stared at the spot where Iko had been, her mouth open. She was still finding it difficult to grasp: kitsune were real.

"My princess . . ." panted Pati, lumbering to his feet. He came to her and swept her into his arms. She clung to his neck and was surprised when he suddenly kissed her. Passionately.

"P-Pati . . ." Yanaba stammered when their lips had broken apart. Why did he have to be such a good kisser! She frowned. "Do not kiss me, please . . ."

"I have thought of nothing else all day," he whispered with soft eyes.

Yanaba dropped her head against him. Why did he have to be so sweet? It made the fact that she could never love him so much harder to bear.

Pati carried her to the bed. "I loved it when you showed your sex to me, your highness," he said, laying her on the sheets.

"I noticed," Yanaba returned. She turned on her side, and her curly mane cascaded around her again. After a pause, Pati was spooning her. His big arm closed around her, and his paw smoothed over her tit in a gentle massage, caressing it.

"Stop that," Yanaba scolded.

The paw stopped caressing at once.

"And go to sleep."

"Yes, my princess."

A pause.

"My princess?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."