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I could very easily see Rayna doing that to Darren or Greg. *EG* Or having both strung up like that at the same time. Though it also gives me ideas for beyond the cove too darlin.

Maybe for a second threesome scene.;)
 
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Araun was dragged naked inside the Asarian Queen's great scarlet tent. Outside it was the Asarian army's camp and the city of Caramore. He had sworn he'd defend it from red queen's invasion. That he'd die before the last bastion of freedom in the west fell. Now smoke filled the sky as it burned. It's citizen's that had survived its fall were being rounded up and brought in chains inside the Asarian camp. He had seen them men women and even children in a row bound to stakes with lines of Asarian soldiers waiting for their turn to rape them.

There weren't enough prisoners left for them all to rape. Those whom had not been favored by their queen for such a honor had to sate their twisted perversion among eachother. There was a raucous orgy happening just outside the heavy fabric of the Queen's tent. Araun could hear their screams and moans drifting on the warm summer breeze rustling the tent.

His Captors, the Queen's royal gaurd, three of the largest men Araun had ever seen, lifted his stiff body to a wide blood red bed with black pillows. His wrists and ankles shackled to the four corners of it. The three of stepped back watching him warily. They knew his reputation well.

Though he had failed last night he had been the greatest enemy the Asarian army had yet known. Araun had been chosen, annointed, by the seven singing goddesses of light: their avatar in the mortal plane, their champion, their defender. His tremendous strength and valor against them was unmatched since the legends of the age of heroes. Araun was a constant danger to their leigelady paralyzed by some foul spell during the fall of Caramore or not.

The tent flaps opened and in entered a woman with flowing and shimmering hair the color of firelight reflected of polished gold. She wore a high-slitted gown of scalet silk threaded with sworls or gold thread around tiny beads of black pearls. The silk was sheer and all that kept him seeing the luxurious slopes and planes underneath was the glittering of the light off the golden threads throughout it. It was cinched at the waist was a corset of gold embossed black leather. Oh her head sat an onix crown with rubies as large as Araun's thumbs. At her nape was a choker of gold carved coins. On her right arm was an armlet of a coiled serpent poised to devour a large saphire egg. And on her finger was the heavy signet ring bearing the seal of the royal house of Asaria. Araun could see she wore nothing else.

She was, Cerecaela, the Red Queen of Asaria, both evil and alluring.

She stepped over to the foot of the bed and gazed on Araun's splayed naked body. she stood there for a long moment regarding him and he could feel the sweep of her gaze like the smooth caress of her fingers or tongue over the sculpted rise and dips of the body the goddesses of light had blessed him with.

Araun had been born a cripple, living on the streets alone, begging for the mercy of passersby in order to survive. Until three years ago as he dreamt in the gutter the seven singing goddesses of light came to him, sung to him, comforted him, lay down with him, made love to him. As they did their divine power suffused within his his twisted frail body with the vigor and strength of this one. They also told him of a great darkness falling over the mortal realm. As their chosen champion the seven goddesses charged Araun with combatting this menacing darkness.

Now he stared into the very eyes of that unspeakable evil.

Cerecaela for her sake was still intently studying his body trailing over the firm pronounced muscles of his chest and stomach to stop on his cock.

Despite the danger, despite knowing what the Red Queen truly was Araun found to his horror his cock growing tall and erect to its impressive proportions again under her focused scrutiny. No one could blame him. He was still only a man afterall. He had no immunity to her long shapely legs, flared hips, taut firm buttocks, and round full breasts straining the silk she wore to contain them. There was also the fact of her supreme confidence in her sensuality in every gesture and pose she made. Also as he had heard there was a palpable and unnatural aura of lust and uninhibited passions amidst the very air about her. No one in her presence would be unaffected by it. And despite knowing just why that was Araun could tell he was falling victim to her too.

((To be continued))
 
Note to all my cowriters:

I'm having problems with my laptop and don't have the money to repair or replace it right now.
So I have decided to take a hiatus from lit for a while.

And I am putting on hold or backing out of all my threads. I am deeply sorry for any inconvenience this will cause you all.

In the meantime I will poke around from time to time here on my phone, but for the most part this is goodbye for now.:(
 
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