Thread: Eldritch Realities (Smutty w/ Lime)

At his Queens touch, Lord Yvol immediately held his strength. His cold eyes stared down at he guard laying at his feet. He had trained him personally and fostered his promotion through the ranks, eventually into the Queens personal honor guard. Yet at perceiving a threat to her majestys dignity, it had never occurred to him that he might withhold his wrath, perhaps counsel the soldier privately. Such might seem cruel, but every man in that room knew that had the Queen demanded his right arm or even his neck, he would have reacted equally quickly in offering her his arm or life without out so much as a blinked hesitation. He expected the same loyalty from everyone who entered into his beloved Queens presence. And for the most part, it existed. He turned his carved, dark features to the Queen. And while he listened to her, his eyes also held concern that she might be well. On hearing her words, appease the masses, the slightest hint of smile graced his thin lips and he nodded. His queen may be ill, but her mind and almost mythical grasp of her peoples needs was still present. Yvol looked down at the man, really a boy still for he had progressed rapidly through the ranks, and removed his metal studded, hardened leather boot from the guards neck. You heard the Queen, he snapped. Obey. The guard Rivaldi, was his name looked gray as he was lead outside. But he did not scream or resist. His Queen had demanded his life, he would give it. Such was the loyalty of those who guarded the queens person. He would die. But he knew his family would not suffer. Yvols hand would be behind the scenes ensuring that Rivaldis mother, father, and two younger brothers were not tainted by the poison of the treacherous Rivaldi, unless of course the Queen dictated otherwise. Not long after this, deep in the Queen's chamber, after the guards had ensured the Queens retreat was secure and retreated, Moira stepped forward out of the shadows. The black-haired maid had an uncanny facility for appearing exactly when she was needed. Already Queen Adrinnica felt better. Her stomach was settling down, the visceral smells and sights and the feel of silk at her sleeve, cold metal on her gauntleted fists seemed less illusion and more to be expected. Whether Adrian had experienced a psychotic break or been drugged, his avatar was adjusting to the reality of the situation. It was hard to deny that this body felt and saw and smelled what it did. Turning to Moira, she gestured that the maid might approach. She did so and knelt at her Queens feet, almost prostrate. Crawling forward in a manner that seemed less subjugated than wildly erotic, she began to kiss her Queens feet with soft red lips, her slender hands moving forward with a dampened rag to wash the stains of the day from her ladys toes. Adrian had an absent minded thought. Where had that dampened rag come from? If this was the Moira avatar from the game, he knew she would be able to present any of the outfits that Adrian had purchased for his avatar over the life of the game instantly. She was almost a genie in that sense, an avatar that was more than a simple character, but then also less than a character in that Adrian had never seen Moira outside these chambers and would have never expected to see her. Looking up with her dark eyes, Moira whispered, you smell ravishing my most precious Queen and the salt of your feet is like ambrosia to my tongue. Her eyes gleamed with pride at being allowed to serve her Queen. Outside the chamber, Queen Adrinnica heard the High Priestesss presence announced. She would examine the Queen to ensure she had not been poisoned. Oddly, though, Adrian felt more alive than he had ever felt as an earthbound boy. His body thrummed with strange, glorious senses. The feel of Moiras lips upon his feet, her cool hands bathing his avatars feet had sent shivery sensations up his no her delicate calves to the very center of his being. It wasnt the blood rushing feel of his cock hardening, but something utterly different and not as blatantly sexual. The curtains parted and the High Priestess entered, bowing low, though not as low as Moira had done.