Plans slowly develop

The birth of any baby is a blessed event. Even the birth of Princess Emelia was filled with joy. After Maletal delivered her, she was examined closely. She had the right amount of fingers and toes, and unlike her birth mother, Queen Altena, she had a full head of blonde Elvish hair and grey, piercing eyes. But she was born with one distinguishing mark no one could explain. Right above her tiny little genitals was a very prominent pink, heart shaped birthmark.

Emelia's birth was a joyous event for three reasons: First, it assured there would be an heiress to the royal lineage of Netheron. Secondly, Altena was crowned Queen. Thirdly, and most important, the new Queen was now endowed with the Cunt of Lustful Desire. She could now enslave men and women to do her bidding. But today was not a day for thinking of enslaving anyone. Today was a day of joy and celebration.

Altena beamed brightly as she held her daughter close to her breast. Anyone who saw her would have thought of her as a natural, loving mother, and not the undead Queen of the Damned.

The months passed and turned into years, and Princess Emelia grew to be a beautiful child. She was taught the Dark arts by both Maletal and Queen Altena. When she was taught all she could learn from the two women, she was sent to Netheron with her own entourage to study more in depth. Maletal had decided it best to go with her, and supervise her instruction.

Queen Altena now turned her attention toward raising an army of undead to march against mortal humankind. She decided to take on the guise of a rich countess from the Eulirian Island chain. The Eulirians were known for their great love of sexual pleasures of any kind. Altena knew she could hold great orgies without drawing any suspicion to herself with her disguise. As she enslaved and turned her victims, they would simply leave in search of greater sensual pleasures, while in reality they would be sent to Netheron for more extensive training.

Altena knew she would not be able to stay in one place for too long without drawing too much attention to herself. She would have to move about the countryside, buying the fanciest palaces in which to hold her sexual banquets of lustful pleasures. All that was left to decide was where to go first.