FEMME FATALE

Part 2 : The shapeshifter

The young queen Allena could not stay untouched either, flummoxed by the account of events during the proceedings in the royal court today which had left everyone present frightened with dread, she too was shocked and thrown into a panic.

Strikingly beautiful, Queen Allena was sylphlike woman of fairer complexion, had almond eyes, a deep gaze, a perfectly aligned eyebrow arch, and an amazing pair of small ears. She strode with a admirable saunter. Queen Allena was a fascinating life story in herself, story of a born sinister seductress !

A bewitched king Devendra would call her, 'the one for whom the sun shines', and centuries later, Ramesses II would be telling the same to queen Nefertar.

The young Allena, herself, was always in awe of the mysteries of a supernatural world. The magical appearance and disappearance of the mystic man in the royal court today morning, had unsettled her mind, she was thinking about him, his deep eyes, the raking touch of his strong fingers on her robed thighs.

'The mystic love ...', of all she could think of, she thought of his mystic love making and felt a sudden surge of arousal.

Back in her chamber, her maid of honor was undressing her for her blue night gown, 'your ladyship, have you hurt yourself?', maid of honor Rosewin asked Allena.

'No, not at all, Rosewin, May i know why did you ask so?', Allena looked puzzled.

The maid did bent forward and touched Allena's naked white thighs, when her fingers touched her skin, 'Oh, its paining', Allena groaned in pain.

'I assume his highness has been too harsh on your beautiful body', Rosewin smiled, being wide conscious of what would possibly please the queen consort.

As Allena, in haste, turned to the mirror, she was horrified to see the big blood clots in dark brick red, and it were spreading on the inner pads of her thighs, she screamed loud stepping back and away from the mirror, her bloodcurdling scream pierced the silence of her chamber.

'Rosewin, what is thaa..ttt? Honestly I don't know how come had this happened to me.....', Allena stammered, her eyes widened, she panicked, as the sight of blood on her body had sent shivers down her spine.

Then and sooner, the dark red patches of blood had begun evaporating from her skin fading away, and it dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

'Its all fine, your ladyship, seemed nothing but a temporary skin rash', said Rosewin as she asked queen's permission to leave the chamber.

Allena's bedchamber, this evening, was filled with a peculiar aroma, her nose could detect an emerging earthly smell. She could whiff stench of detritus and blood.

Slowly and predisposed, she walked to her oversized wooden bed with high posts on its all our sides, an enormously raised backrest was carved with images of roses and climbers in gold. In all their stately grandeur, the counterpane were purple embroidered, and lavish hangings fell to the ground masking the front, large crimson velvet curtains were hung from the arm projecting from the wall. At each corner of the bed there was a statue of a serpent, Allena had strange fascination for the snakes, their image would arouse her deeper energies.

During his usual late night arrivals, the king had always found Allena lain naked in her bed, wrapped in large sheet stretched over her cushions, though he never liked those long hissing creatures slithering over and below her bed.

'Ensure I don't see them in your bedchamber when I visit you', he would advise his young queen and warn her maid of honor.

Allena, tonight, was extremely restless. A glass of water didn't help her thirst, her legs were aching and her crotch was feeling bruised, her thighs were breathing stinging pain. The dark blood marks on her body had frightened her, she was extremely terrified. The thought of the mystic man in the court were reappearing, she was feeling his loud voice echoing against the walls of her bedchamber,