Lost in the Veil, lost in time

Lunnara tried to scream , she tried to jerk and move her body, but it was imposible for her. She was...

Where was she?

She was naked, that was still true, but she was not bound nor on the floor, nor touched by any man, she was not in the same body or time. She was standing in the middle of a dark room, exposed in its centre, like a prize to be claimed, waiting. It was a room similar to that of the temple but cleaner, newer. The interior of a Nuk'karu church, one from a time long forgotten. She found her own body strange and alien, unresponsive to her will, again, more voluptuous and unmovable, and she felt the strange weight of a great bosom over her chest, and the weigh of a crown of horns over her head. Her eyes were down, lowered in shame and shyness and she could notice the eerily red tone of her skin. She was her!, she was inside the queen's body, in a time lost to memory when she had been young, naïve and alive.

As the long dead spirit of Nameria had possessed her, her own soul had been transported to the past, to the time when her usurper had a body to interchange with hers. Lunnara could still felt the echoes of her real body, lost in the ether of the veil, like a distant memory, like something that didn't actually happened, something that was YET to happen. She could even hear the sound of her real body in the actual time, the squishy and wet sound of her fucking, but it was a faint sound, less real than this long forgotten moment, fainter that the sound of the still air. She felt the body of Nameria tremble, as if containing some unwelcomed tears. The queen was scared and unprepared at this time, the queen was not a queen yet.

Just then, three women entered the dark hall, three Nuk'karu priestess, dressed with all the dignity and atributes of their position, the three of them stood before her in long and dread silence, they stared her shaking eyes with rude harshness, judging her body, her attitude, her everything. And the young Nameria could not held their gaze back.

The first woman had black and stern eyes, that looked at her with repulsion. "She is not ready."

The second woman barely gazed in her direction, as one would avert the image of a pariah. "She is not worthy... too uneducated"

The third woman was the eldest, and she had a sad look, but it had no more mercy for her than the other two. "She is the only one left. Our only chance."

The first one got closer and touched her heavy tits with unwelcomed hands, she lifted them in a mocking gesture, as one would touch a weed ready to be reap from the soil. "All this unbalanced fat, it does not compensate for her low breed. It only signals it."

The second one spoke again, still not looking at her. "A bad offering may be as bad as no offering at all. She would bring us doom. The dragons would be deeply ofended if we offer... this as a wife."

The third priestess ignored her peers, and silenced them with her own authority. "Call the novices. Make them clean her and prepare her with flowers and perfumes. She would be carried to the temple... And may the gods have mercy on us."