Thralls of the Dark Queen Part 1: Falling Into Bliss Read Online Free Page A

rare and valuable metals and herbs,’ Sulana gestured to Alexia and Echo lying on the bed in the center of the room, “and, as our armed forces know of our Queens love of companionship, they have also brought two of the planets locals here to serve the Queen’s amusement.”
    Alexia felt goosebumps all across her flesh at the word ‘amusement’.
    “Lexy,” Echo whispered into her friend’s ear. “What does she mean?”
    Alexia looked upward at the Queen, whose dark hazel eyes peered back at her, a finger tracing its way through her raven hair. Alexia shut her eyes for a moment, feeling the Queens eye on her, fighting away images of the Queens flesh against hers.
    “I don’t know.” Alexia voice felt dry as she spoke.
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    Alexia always fought hard against her urges, and even harder to hide them from Echo. Echo was like a sister to her, and Alexia feared she wouldn’t understand. But it was always there, tormenting her like a sickness.
    At the festivals back at the village, she would watch the local women dance with their suitors, hoping to attract a husband for marriage. For some reason, she felt envious of all the men, even the idiot ones who tried to win her hand. She envied how the women blushed and cooed and coquettishly fawned over them.
    She wished one of those women would fawn over her.
    On a few rare moments, she tried to entertain the thought of being with a man. When the bard took her on the mountain, he had kissed her many times. She tried her best to entertain him, tried to let herself be seduced by the witty and strange artist from another land like all the other girls. But in her heart, as his lips touched hers, she felt nothing. No heat or flutter in her stomach. Just the feeling of his lips and the faint scent of rum. And as she gave up, he still tried to take her, provoking her fists to give him a black eye.
    But a month later, a travelling gypsy caravan visited town for a spring festival. Their leader, a brazen caramel toned woman in gold and violet colors, beckoned Alexia to dance with her. As their bodies touched in mid dance, the gypsy’s dark eyes meeting hers, Alexia felt her flesh boil and tingle in a strange an agonizing delight.
    Later that night, after Echo went to sleep, Alexia stirred, her fingers reaching under shift and rubbing themselves madly against her slickening labia. As they circling along the entrance of sex, she desperately imagined them to be her gypsy, the woman’s hot breath against her cheeks as she whispered her name.  Her fingers stroked faster, finally driving inward as she held her sheets to her body, stifling her whimpers of pleasure as she climaxed less Echo awaken.
    A month later, the village elders caught up with the Gypsy woman. They accused her of bewitching the town’s people in vile and immoral lusts. She was hung in a public execution.
    Alexia cried hard after seeing her beloved Gypsy dangling there, her caramel toned face turning purple, a hopelessness overtaking her body. Echo did her best to comfort her friend, but Alexia tossed a pan at her, screaming at her to get out.
    Echo came back later that night, the two hugging tightly as Alexia tearfully apologized.
    She always feared Echo would not understand. She could never reveal that side of herself to Echo. She hated it. She hated how she felt she was committing a sin just by existing.
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    The Queen licked her lips, her eyes travelling over them. “Mmm yes. They have such exquisite knowledge of my tastes.” The Queen lifted her hand and beckoned the two to come closer. Alexia and Echo did not move. “Oh come now,” the Queen assured thought her soft, bubbly laughter. “I do not bite,” she quickly turned to Akreon, mouthing something to him. He laughed lightly.
    The two women ascended the staircase, their hands still clinging tightly to one another. They reached the top floor the stairwell and stood before the darkly dressed monarch. On being closer, Alexia could make out her porcelain toned