Thread: To Love and Lust (insatiable x Sarah72)

You adore me, right? You wouldn't do anything to risk what we have? Queen Alianor's tense hand gripped a handful of her layered dresses as the dark, sultry voice flooded her senses. The dusty, private tavern room had become a regular meeting place for her, and sin... and over the course of the past fortnight, that voice had gradually become to enough to make the wavering queen completely insensible. Without an answer, Alianor rose from the threadbare bedding, calmly stepped out from the darkness and into the dim lighting of the room, which was only supported by two waning drops of candlelight that danced weakly on a barren desk. In her stride, she caught a glimpse of her own reflection and approached the wet windowpane for a closer inspection brightened blue eyes, golden tresses of blonde hair... a slender hand reached up and prodded a blushing cheek, as if in disbelief. Such beauty hadn't surfaced from her for well over a decade. It was difficult to believe that when she she desired it most, she would be blessed with the revitalization of her youth. And even so, why would this blessing come from... evil? Away from the window! the same voice demanded with scorn, What if one were to recognize royalty as yourself in a seedy tavern such as this. Your vainness will be the end of us both... The figure that remained in the shadows shifted noisily on the bed and directed it's pale yellow eyes on the queen who remained entranced at the window. What a foolish woman... was a regular thought that pondered the demoness' mind each time she had this woman in her arms, in the palm of her hands, ...between her legs. From the first night she had approached the queen, the succubus Marazana could sense the drowning aura of desperation around the woman who had become so eager to sacrifice a piece of her soul with each sinful meeting-- all in exchange for a slice of her youth to return. But tonight, Marazana sensed something different than the usual sweat and alcohol that stagnated in the thick tavern air. Specially crafted poisons, blood, the dangerous cut of silver... it was a hunter. Demon hunters, they always smelled the same, she thought. And they always came with the presumptuous air that what ever they carried would be enough to stop the succubus in her tracks. Marazana scowled in disgust, raising from the bed while brushing long curls of auburn hair from her chest and exposing her bare and ample breast. Grab your cloak and leave from here, the succubus demanded, but the queen remained stunned in the reflection of her new beauty, her expression melting from enamored to distressed. Finally, Alianor spoke, Why are you doing this for me? she questioned in disbelief, What do you want?! Are you going to kill me? My husband? Slowly and surely, Queen Alianor was going mad and dependent on the succubus for her vain fix. Calmly, the sultry figure crept from the shadows and was soon bathed in the dim, red light which gave her pale skin a devilish glow. Soon, Marazana's face joined with the queen's reflection from behind. Eager hands grasped at Alianor's waist before creeping up and clinging onto the plush handfuls of the queen's large breasts. Not at all, dear, Marazana spoke soothingly into her forbidden lover's ear, I just want you. It wasn't a total lie. Marazana was in pursuit of the luxuries of the throne, and such a pitiful queen made it almost too easy. She continued her artful seduction whilst the queen whimpered ecstatically into the foggy window pane Now, finish dressing yourself and leave from here . I must meet someone downstairs.