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somewhere to the east where several queens ruled in lieu of their kings.
Crystal knew less about the region and its people th an she did about anywhere else, and her ignorance made her uncomfortable and shy, which was unbecoming and very uncharacteristic. She even found herself blushing on several occasions when the suitor asked her academic questions about the geography and politics of things, but the monarch queen seemed to understand this and did not make a habit of it throughout the duration of their encounter.
The queen, Crystal discovered, was kind as well. She treated Crystal to a meal as a preliminary step for the night of passion her flashing dancing eyes promised whenever they caught Crystal's stare.
‘I am a cook by trade,’ the queen said, serving Crystal with gourmet dishes of greens and salads topped with spices she had never seen before in her entire life – so exquisite was the taste that Crystal found herself practically in love with the food, and pondering whether or not to propose to the dishes instead of the queen.
‘ I became the woman I am today because of my food,’ the queen continued, serving Crystal a loaf of baked cornbread that had been topped with a puddle of syrup whose smell reminded Crystal of the seducer’s seed – a reminder which made her more ravenous still, surprising Crystal by the ferocity of her arousal against the dainty revulsion that would be more appropriate in a lady of her position. ‘I poisoned my predecessor,’ the queen said suddenly, seating herself beside Crystal, and smiled when Crystal turned with a questioning state. ‘But I do not fancy poisoning you,’ the queen admitted. ‘You are more useful to me alive than dead, although that is not something I can say about everyone I meet.’
The queen neglected to mention that much of the food portions were aphrodisiacs, and by the time they had finished their first portion they were horny and talkative, their mouths still slicked with the tastes of oysters and lobsters, fine greens and fruits and dressings. Crystal found herself talking about her upbringing and family with more openness than she normally would have given the occasion, her inhibitions lowered quite as though she were drunk.
Crystal had not spoken about her life with her servants and maids, and certainly did not plan on doing so with her suitors, but that was both because she did not consider them people used to listening and also because she did not consider her life a story worth telling. She had been born and she had been raised, but she had not become an adult, nor an individual, merely an ornament of the kingdom, and what ornament spoke of itself with the long soliloquies of a performer who believed anybody cared about the experience of a simple crystal jewel?
‘ You are being too hard on yourself,’ the queen told her when she heard the undertones in Crystal's voice, reaching across the table to pat the woman on her thigh. ‘You may not be worthy of the great stories of our time, but who is? You are a slave to your family just as I am a slave to my ambition. We all live in the shadow of another, and we will worship something that will not care to worship us back. Does that make sense to you, girl?’
This time it was Crystal's turn to leave a suitor with silence. By then the conversation had ended and the arousal of the meal had taken their course – Crystal and the queen found each other, and began to explore and enjoy the differences in a woman's body with the relief of two likeminded ladies who had had enough of men for a time. They did not begin their lovemaking with the reckless passion of the men, overturning the table, smashing dishes, throwing one another atop the furniture and rutting their way into ecstasy, but they moved slower, surer, having known their own bodies since birth and understanding its nuances with the assuredness of all sexes who pleasured their own
Crystal was not so much taken with the woman as she was taken
Crystal knew less about the region and its people th an she did about anywhere else, and her ignorance made her uncomfortable and shy, which was unbecoming and very uncharacteristic. She even found herself blushing on several occasions when the suitor asked her academic questions about the geography and politics of things, but the monarch queen seemed to understand this and did not make a habit of it throughout the duration of their encounter.
The queen, Crystal discovered, was kind as well. She treated Crystal to a meal as a preliminary step for the night of passion her flashing dancing eyes promised whenever they caught Crystal's stare.
‘I am a cook by trade,’ the queen said, serving Crystal with gourmet dishes of greens and salads topped with spices she had never seen before in her entire life – so exquisite was the taste that Crystal found herself practically in love with the food, and pondering whether or not to propose to the dishes instead of the queen.
‘ I became the woman I am today because of my food,’ the queen continued, serving Crystal a loaf of baked cornbread that had been topped with a puddle of syrup whose smell reminded Crystal of the seducer’s seed – a reminder which made her more ravenous still, surprising Crystal by the ferocity of her arousal against the dainty revulsion that would be more appropriate in a lady of her position. ‘I poisoned my predecessor,’ the queen said suddenly, seating herself beside Crystal, and smiled when Crystal turned with a questioning state. ‘But I do not fancy poisoning you,’ the queen admitted. ‘You are more useful to me alive than dead, although that is not something I can say about everyone I meet.’
The queen neglected to mention that much of the food portions were aphrodisiacs, and by the time they had finished their first portion they were horny and talkative, their mouths still slicked with the tastes of oysters and lobsters, fine greens and fruits and dressings. Crystal found herself talking about her upbringing and family with more openness than she normally would have given the occasion, her inhibitions lowered quite as though she were drunk.
Crystal had not spoken about her life with her servants and maids, and certainly did not plan on doing so with her suitors, but that was both because she did not consider them people used to listening and also because she did not consider her life a story worth telling. She had been born and she had been raised, but she had not become an adult, nor an individual, merely an ornament of the kingdom, and what ornament spoke of itself with the long soliloquies of a performer who believed anybody cared about the experience of a simple crystal jewel?
‘ You are being too hard on yourself,’ the queen told her when she heard the undertones in Crystal's voice, reaching across the table to pat the woman on her thigh. ‘You may not be worthy of the great stories of our time, but who is? You are a slave to your family just as I am a slave to my ambition. We all live in the shadow of another, and we will worship something that will not care to worship us back. Does that make sense to you, girl?’
This time it was Crystal's turn to leave a suitor with silence. By then the conversation had ended and the arousal of the meal had taken their course – Crystal and the queen found each other, and began to explore and enjoy the differences in a woman's body with the relief of two likeminded ladies who had had enough of men for a time. They did not begin their lovemaking with the reckless passion of the men, overturning the table, smashing dishes, throwing one another atop the furniture and rutting their way into ecstasy, but they moved slower, surer, having known their own bodies since birth and understanding its nuances with the assuredness of all sexes who pleasured their own
Crystal was not so much taken with the woman as she was taken
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