Steel Wolf

Hatred Begins

Five Years Earlier

The cool night air wafted through the open windows, stirring the curtains gently. A gentle gust caressed the lone candle flame as it stood quietly, providing a gentle glow to the room. On the floor directly in front of the table on which the candle stood lay a heaped dress alongside a pair of hastily removed and discarded red leather sandals, one lying on its back. A little further away, also on the floor, was a heavy red corset, its laces severed as if by the dagger lying beside it. A few more steps revealed a red silken girdle, its laces also cut hastily but neatly. On the floor to one side of the bed was a jumble of white silk, dress, stockings, bustier, gloves, and panties.

The light found a pair of slender feet, a decent distance apart, hanging over the edge, supported by the dainty ankles. The light meandered up a bare leg, shapely, defined, smooth. The light played across black silken hair, the light itself reflected from the shiny hair which was tossed about like hay straw after a storm. Uncaring, the light moved upwards to reveal two bodies, one atop the other, upside down to each other.

Mynletta moaned into Serenna's pussy, lapping for all she was worth, doing her best to concentrate on the beautiful girl on top of her who was driving her wild.

Having met this young one at the celebratory dinner for the king's coronation was a sheer stroke of luck. This petite little thing, having seen nineteen full turns of the Great Clock and nearing the twentieth, happened to be the new king's only daughter. All she had to do was bide her time, play with the girl very carefully, gain her trust, and then apply a little of her newly found mind control talent to become queen. Oh, sure, she'd have to wait a few years for the old fucker to die, but what was that? Ten years at best? More than enough time to let the girl drop her mental guard and let her into that quaint little mind. Then, the longer she was inside, the more hold she'd have on the girl. Simple. Sure, she could kill the old man, but she wanted to be certain that she could handle Serenna first. Perhaps a couple of years might do the trick.

Besides, this little thing knew how to use her tongue.

Serenna inserted her fingers inside Mynletta's pussy, sawing her hand in and out rapidly, her free hand patting the gorgeous redhead's mound, letting the vibrations travel and bring her to climax once more. Mynletta arched her back, no longer able to even think about pleasuring this succulent little morsel. The necromancer gasped loudly, then moaned, her back arched causing her hips to rise from the bed. Her hands grasped Serenna's firm ass cheeks and her nails dug into the girl's flesh, causing Serenna to increase her actions. Mynletta growled like a tigress and threw her head from side to side, strands of red hair winding and tangling about her face. Her body relaxed back onto the bed as the girl kept pumping her fingers, now licking furiously at her wet slit. She unclenched her fingers, leaving red divots in that smooth little ass, and placed her hands on Serenna's hips, motioning for the girl to turn.

"Highness," Mynletta panted as she spoke to the dark ceiling above, "I think eight orgasms is all I can take for the eve's hour, Madame."

Serenna slid off and crawled up beside the redhead, nestling in her arms, kissing the necromancer lightly on the lips.

"Don't call me that. I'm just an ordinary girl." She poked Mynletta in the side causing her to start.

"But, that is your station and you need to be treated with the respect due it," Mynletta said, brushing her hair back with a hand, caressing the dark haired girl's smooth shoulder. "If my father were the king, I'd be sure to enforce it." She kissed the side of Serenna's head, redolent of the girl's scent mixed with her own.

Serenna disengaged herself and sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and standing on the rug. She bent at the waist to retrieve her bundle of clothes. She set them on the bed, sorting through the pile to begin dressing, her pussy lips seeming to leer at Mynletta. She sighed heavily as she pulled on her stockings, Mynletta turning on her side to rest her head on her arm and watch the young beauty.