Submit to the Queen

Anya lifted her head, her face defeated, “Release me. I’ll become your princess.”

Queen Myrrah’s evil grin radiated a glow, “Excellent my dear.” She leaned into Anya’s body, the two feminine forms pressed up against each other, as Myrrah kissed her deeply her lips smothering against Anya’s. Their tongues intertwined and Anya’s pulse started to race.

Anya’s bonds dropped to the ground with a loud clang. Her hands free she reached out to the Queen, her hands feeling the soft, naked parts of Myrrah with inquisitive desire. The Queen took a drifting grope of Anya’s armored body as she broke the kiss, “Priests… prep her for the changes.”

Anya had no idea what that meant, but she had made her choice. She had chosen to live… no matter what the cost.

The Theron Guards and a Kantus Priest walked her away.