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The Last Shemale Queen

_A sequel to The Seduction of Seleste _

Til Dawn

Chapter 34

Yanaba was frowning, soft-spoken, and concerned. She hesitated and touched Tala's arm, took her paw and squeezed . . . then finally broke down and hugged her. Tala stood stiff in her arms, then slowly her hugged her back. She and Yanaba had not hugged like this since they were five. And they'd not had a full conversation since they were six. That Yanaba had been so concerned for her was astonishing to Tala.

They broke apart and Tala bowed her head and tried to hide the oncoming blush. Yanaba's breasts were huge. The last time they'd seen each other, they were eleven summers old, and Yanaba's breasts had been well developed even then, while skinny little Tala had been sporting mosquito bites . . .

"Let's go into one of these rooms," Yanaba said, glancing around the hall. Her pale blue eyes found Tala again and she smiled. "I want to hear everything."

Tala nodded sheepishly. Her heart leapt when Yanaba took her paw and guided her to one of the doors. She did not go to one of the four doors at end of the hall. She chose a fifth door near a wooden bench, carved with flowers and leaning trees. Smiling at Tala over her shoulder, she pushed the door open. They went in together.

Inside, the room was dimly lit. There was a round table and chairs in the center of the room, and on the table, a small basin glowed with blue fire. There was a dressing screen painted with vibrant strokes of blue flame, and a bed, over which hung a painting of a unicorn king. Tala knew it was not King Eyrrothaz, but it looked a great deal like him. Perhaps it was an ancestor.

Yanaba sat at the round table, and trying not to look at the bed, Tala clutched the sheet to her neck and sat opposite her.

"Tala . . . you're naked," Yanaba said uncomfortably. "First your sister and now you."

Tala blinked at her. "What?"

Yanaba smiled. "We ran into Naira. She'd gotten into some trouble and lost her clothes."

Tala frowned. "That sounds terrible! Was she hurt? How is she?" She couldn't understand it when Yanaba blushed a little.

"Oh no, she's fine. She's . . . just the same as ever," Yanaba said, scratching a pink nail idly on the table. Her ice-blue eyes looked at Tala, steadily and warmly.

Tala bit her lip. God, Yanaba was beautiful. All those silver curls, those bright intense eyes, those . . . big tits . . . and her teeny waist. She also had shapely thighs that Tala had always wanted to lick - Why was she thinking these things! She was married now. She must . . . resist . . . Tala rolled her eyes around the room, looking for something else to focus on. She could feel her dick reacting under the table and silently admonished it.

"So why are you naked?" Tala said, not looking at Yanaba. She had never seen Yanaba naked before. She knew Yanaba was a warrior and that female warriors in the sun village went about naked like peasants . . . but Yanaba was a princess first and foremost. Which meant she should always be wearing clothing.

"Does it bother you?" Yanaba said in amusement, her blue eyes still fixed, smiling and intense, on Tala.

Tala frowned. "You know damn well it does."

Yanaba laughed. "Good."

Out of the corner of her eyes, Tala could see Yanaba unbuckling her scabbard. Her breasts jiggled as she undid each buckle. When she looked down at her fumbling fingers, her mass of curls tumbled forward. She set the scabbard carefully on the table. The hilt of the sword clattered softly.

"Why is it good?" Tala demanded.

Yanaba looked at her. "Because I want you to want me."

Tala froze. What! She looked away again, feeling confused. Why was Yanaba talking like this?

"I lost my clothes when I fell off a cliff," Yanaba said at length. "And Pati - one of my bodyguards - pulled me back up. The rocks tore my clothing . . ."

"What sort of bodyguard is he? I would not have let you fall off a cliff in the first place."

Yanaba laughed softly. She rested her forearms on the table, and when she leaned forward, her breasts smashed together and her curls tumbled. "Pati is a damn good bodyguard," she said with conviction and stabbed her pink nail on the surface of the table. "He's so good, Tala, that I have asked him to . . . be my sperm donor." She smiled.

Tala looked at her in amazement. She suddenly laughed. "You're joking, right? Why on _earth_would he do that? Aren't you set to marry some prince from the moon village? Isn't he perfectly capable of . . ." Tala's voice trailed off when Yanaba smiled and shook her head.

"Tala . . . are you blind?"

Tala looked at Yanaba's huge jugs as they pressed between her arms, wishing she was.

"I like pussy, Tala," Yanaba said seriously.

Tala blinked. "Yato told me you . . ."

"Yato is an idiot," Yanaba said. She laughed and rolled her eyes. "He looks at me and sees his darling sister, nothing else. He does not see a warrior or a pussy-licking princess. He sees Yaba. And perhaps that is all he will ever see."

Tala gulped as she digested the information. She looked at Yanaba, still feeling confused. "Why tell me this? You're driving at something. What do you want?"

Yanaba laughed, delighted. "Oh, Tala," she said fondly, "I feel like you know me so well. And I have spent our lives not even bothering to know you . . ." She reached across the table and took Tala's paw.

Tala smiled sadly at their clasped paws. She frowned miserably. "It's alright, Yanaba. I know you had your reasons . . ."

"There is no excuse for blowing off a friend, Tala. I shouldn't have let us drift apart. And I didn't realize how much I regretted it until you were gone and I thought you were dead . . . and then all I could think about was the fact that I . . . I let a good friend down."

"No. . . No, that's not true. Don't cry!" Tala frowned to see a tear in Yanaba's pretty eye.

Yanaba wiped the tear away irritably. "Pretend you never saw that."

"You didn't let me down, Yan. Don't be ridiculous." She squeezed Yanaba's paw.

Yanaba shook her head and her mass of curls tumbled. "No, I did, Tala. If you had come to me, I could have told you how much Yato cared. He's always cared about you! And maybe if you knew this, you wouldn't have run away from the marriage. But you weren't comfortable coming to me. That is my fault."

"No, Yan. I ran away to find my mother . . . I was content to grit my teeth and marry Yatokya. But I wanted to see my mother first. I was going to come back."

Yanaba suddenly scowled. "You fool! Do you know you almost died!"

Tala grinned. "Yes, I was aware, actually . . ."

"Don't get sarcastic with me! Ugh. Yatokya has rubbed off on you, I see."

"Yan . . ."

"No! I saw the blood and the bodies. I saw where you stumbled and bled. I was scared to death!"

"I'm sorry."

"And you should be!" Yanaba practically shrieked.

Tala's ears flattened. "If I kissed you . . . would that make it okay again?"

Yanaba's lashes fluttered and she laughed. "And what about your darling husband? You are not afraid of displeasing him with an extramarital kiss?"

"Pft. I know Yato, Yan. He was messing around, wasn't he?" Tala said at once. "The way he described your search for me, he was nervous, leaving things out. What did he do? You can tell me. I know at the time when he was doing it, he probably thought I cared nothing for him. . . ."

"You didn't."

"No, I cared . . . I just . . . couldn't accept it."

"Ah."

"Tell me."

Yanaba looked at Tala reluctantly. When Tala stared her down, she admitted with a grimace, "He slept with Rayen when you switched."

Tala's face darkened. "That bitch. The plan was that we would switch so that I could get away to see my mother. She wasn't supposed to consummate the marriage with Yatokya. She was supposed to tell him who she really was and that I was coming back."

Yanaba laughed flatly. "That you trusted her is adorably naïve. Not that I haven't been naïve . . ."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Well, who else did he screw around with?" Tala demanded.

Yanaba laughed. "Why, Tala? Are you going to hold it over his head?"

"Yes."

Yanaba giggled, delighted. "You are more than his match. I'm sure he has lots of guilt cards on you."

Tala looked away. That was true: King Eyrrothaz was the biggest guilt card of all. And then there was the fact that she had snuck in on Yanaba that night . . . and licked her pussy until she moaned. Tala bit her lip and tried to push that memory away.

"What does it matter?" Yanaba said after some time. "Yatokya loves you. You will spend the rest of your lives together, while your lovers will spend two seconds with you."

". . . are you asking for two seconds with me?" Tala asked carefully. She could tell when Yanaba wanted something, and she suddenly realized Yanaba had mentioned her "sperm donor" for a reason.

Yanaba looked Tala directly in the eye. "Yes, Tala. I want you to take my first love."

Tala swallowed hard. She almost wanted to pinch herself. Her dream of so many desperate, miserable years had come true . . . and she was afraid to say yes. She tried to ask herself what Yatokya would think and realized he probably wouldn't care. But did Tala herself care? She could get a female pregnant. She had that ability. The thought . . . horrified her.

"You don't have to answer right away," Yanaba said, for the first time showing anxiety. "I know it's a lot to ask . . ."

"It's not a lot to ask."

"Then what is it? You look terrified." Yanaba frowned uncertainly.

Tala slowly took her paw and stared at it as she massaged it in her own. "When Yatokya took mine . . . it was painful."

"But he was careful? And gentle? If not, I'll show him gentle." Yanaba's face darkened.

Tala held back a laugh. "No, he was good to me, Yan." She smiled to herself. "So good."

Yanaba smiled too. "Yes, you love my brother. I can see that now. I'm glad you love him too. Now he doesn't have to suffer anymore . . . and I don't have to hear about it."

They laughed.

"I'm not afraid of pain, Tala," Yanaba said quietly after a pause and stared intently into her eyes.

Tala looked away from that intense blue gaze and grimaced. "I could also get you pregnant. That would be . . . weird."

Yanaba laughed. "Tala, you are shemale. It can't get any weirder than that."

Tala shook her head. "You're not making me want to do this."

"Alright . . ." Yanaba abruptly stood up. Tala watched, mouth open, as the princess of the sun went to the bed. She sat on it and opened her thighs, then her slender fingers reached down and spread her pussy lips. Her other paw cupped her tit and massaged. She was gorgeous sitting there, all those curls tumbling around her. And what was worse, she was aroused. Her pussy was dripping and her nipples were erect. She dipped a finger in her pussy and tasted it. That was it for Tala: her cock pumped up hard and strong behind the sheet she was wrapped in.

"Change your mind yet?" Yanaba whispered huskily.

Tala averted her eyes, and Yanaba laughed girlishly.

"Don't be coy, Tala. You've seen it before."

Tala's eyes snapped up.

"You licked me and suckled me as I slept," Yanaba said, smiling. She tossed her curls back and leaned back on her paws, regarding Tala in amusement.

Tala's eyes widened. "Yatokya told you it was me!" She covered her eyes and moaned. "Oh god . . ."

"No, I figured it out. Stop moaning and come here. Or keep moaning and come here."

"Yan . . ."

"Come here, baby . . ."

Tala shuddered to hear her purring voice. She rose from her chair, letting the sheet tumble away. Yanaba looked over her naked body with hungry eyes, and she waited tensely for the moment when Yanaba would look at her hard cock in disgust. But Yanaba's eyes when they looked at her cock were thoughtful and almost indifferent. She was trying to decide if Tala's pink cock was big enough to really hurt her. She seemed to decide that it wasn't, and her eyes went to Tala's little tits.

Tala hugged her breasts, suddenly self-conscious. She had inherited Seleste's little breasts. . . .

"I said come here . . ."

Tala came. She hesitated, then leaned down between Yanaba's legs and kissed her. Yanaba scooted back and Tala followed, eager now. Her heart fluttered when Yanaba lovingly caressed her breasts. Her kisses were gentle and tender, her arms strong and warm. Tala knew her arms were stronger. Yanaba reacted to the strength of her touch with fluttering lashes.

Yanaba fumbled between Tala's legs as Tala knelt over her, ass jutting. "I've never seen your pussy, Tala," she whispered breathlessly as Tala sucked her tit. "It's always behind this erect thing . . ."

Tala smiled against the mound of Yanaba's tit, and reaching between her thighs, she guided her paw to her pussy. Yanaba sighed as her fingers found that hot, wet nest of passion. She sank her fingers carefully and began stroking, gently and slowly. She pinched her fingers in Tala's seeping juices and sank them again.

"I want you to sit on my face . . . after . . . I want to taste this . . ." She dipped her fingers again. "And I want to see it. I bet it's so pretty."

"Not prettier than yours . . ." Tala sucked her nipple slowly and let it go, watching as Yanaba's big tit rolled from the suck. She tasted her nipple again, carefully, rolling with her tongue.

Yanaba watched this slow sucking, breathless, her curls in her eyes. She brought her fingers to her lips and tasted Tala's pussy. "Mmm . . . Tala . . . when you licked me . . . I tasted . . .?"

"Sweet . . . I tried to keep the taste for so long . . ."

"You left me aroused and undone. My top was crooked. I didn't know what to think, who had touched me!"

"I'm sorry . . ."

"I liked it. No one has touched me like you."

Tala's lashes fluttered. Who else had touched her? Before she had time to wonder, Yanaba's fingers sank in her sex and caressed her again. Tala sighed. "Mmm, oh Yanaba . . . how many times have I thought about . . ."

"So it's true that you love me," Yanaba whispered between kisses.

"Y-Yes . . ."

"Oh, Tala . . ." Yanaba hugged her neck and their breasts smashed together. "I'm sorry . . ."

Tala laughed softly. "Me too." Her fingers slid in Yanaba's tight sex and she moaned. Yanaba was gushing . . . and that tight hymen resisted her fingers. Tala started kissing down and down, leaving a trail of kisses down Yanaba's belly. She kissed her thighs and licked them, then licked her sex. Yanaba massaged her breasts and arched her back, crying out breathlessly as Tala's tongue began its slow assault. When Yanaba's pussy was heaving and squirming, Tala hovered over her again.

"Take it, Tala," Yanaba whispered, looking up at her, "it's yours."

Tala leaned down and kissed her.

"Hold me tight," Yanaba whispered against her lips. Tala did as she asked, thinking anxiously that she sounded a little afraid. She wrapped her arms around Yanaba, holding her close. Frightened, Yanaba's shapely thighs locked tight around her. Tala looked down at her and smiled. She was relieved to see Yanaba relax.

"I'm so glad it's y-you," Yanaba whispered in a trembling voice. "And not anyone else. Not some male."

"Shh . . ." Tala nuzzled her nose in her neck. "Don't be afraid. I love you."

Yanaba laughed sadly, and Tala knew she was wishing she could say it too and mean it.

Tala was trembling. Remembering the pain of Yatokya inside that first time, she understood exactly what Yanaba was about to go through. Breaking her hymen had been more painful than all the arrows the arrow wolves had put in her . . . and loosing a maidenhead could be very painful depending on the female . . . or it could not hurt at all. And how many males could say they understood that? Looking at Yanaba . . . their eyes connected . . . and Yanaba knew Tala understood.

"I'm glad it's you," Yanaba whispered again.

"Shh, kiss me. I'm going to put it in now."

Yanaba nodded and carefully kissed Tala. Their tongues wrestled wetly and their heads twisted as they kissed. Tala dipped her hips . . . and carefully pushed herself in. She paused when tears started to Yanaba's eyes. She blinked them out rapidly and choked on the kiss - but she didn't stop kissing Tala. Tala plunged deeper, and she tore her lips away to cry out. Tala stopped, let Yanaba breathe, and plunged again.

Yanaba stared at the ceiling, unseeing, as it was happening. Tala made careful love to her and felt her maidenhead crumbling away. She felt the blood too. Hot. Pouring in little tendrils down their thighs. Yanaba's thighs were trembling. Tala whispered for her to relax: if she tensed them up, Tala could not get in.

"Look at me," Tala whispered. "Yan . . . look into my eyes, baby."

Yanaba obeyed. Her frightened eyes softened. She gulped on her tears, then kissed Tala passionately. Tala's ears pricked forward, but she closed her eyes and kissed her back. Just as passionately.

"Oh, Tala . . ."

"What is it?"

"It's starting to feel . . . good."

Tala smiled. "Good."

Yanaba curled her fingers in Tala's mane and showered her neck with slow kisses. "Don't stop making love to me."

Tala didn't stop. Not until dawn.