The Dark Prince

The citizens of the kingdom often talked about why their young and beautiful Queen chose that hag of a maid to sleep close to her every night of a full moon.  No one else was allowed entrance into her private quarters after nightfall. Some said it was some superstition, the maid was so old and ugly and obnoxious, the Queen must believe she’d scare away evil spirits or something.
But it didn’t matter much, the young Queen was perfect. So fair and healthy, of the most noble descent, well-mannered, ethical, diligent, caring for her people….the perfect choice for the aged King, he had fought long and hard wars to make the kingdom strong and prosperous, the vaults filled to the brim with gold, the most fertile lands now part of the realm…only  a heir was needed to complete the golden era. And the angelic youthful Queen would provide this.
The truth was different, though….about the King and the maid. Only a handful of his most trusted and devout men knew about him and the Captain of the guard…so much time away in expeditions and warfare, in the company of men only…in such circumstances, men sometimes tend to “bond” deeply…
The King also believed in the ends justifying the means…he made his kingdom prosperous, but not always in honorable ways…bribery, treason, assassinations, some even talked about dark magic used against his enemies on the battlefield…but the people didn’t care much about rumors… abundance, prosperity and safety are the important things in life.
The blissful and pious Queen was also the surface of things…in the two years of their marriage, not once had the King enjoyed her beauty and youth, always away in conquest, or in war councils, or too tired, she was always alone…in the material world that is…
The maid…she was the only one the Queen trusted not to open her mouth. About what went on every night of a full moon….when He came to her in her dreams….
the Dark Prince…
the things he did to her, in the deep of his dark tower’s dungeons….she would never dare to confide anything to anyone about the dark pleasures he introduced her to…or about her heart only wanting more and more of the unholy extreme pleasure and pain he so masterfully administered…only dreams after all….every night of a full moon she woke up after having multiple intense orgasms, her heart beating maniacally, the sheets drenched in her love fluids, her nipples hard and swollen, gasping for air…feeling thankful it was all just a dream…but so sad it ended….the maid knew only about the nocturnal moans of the Queen, not the reason….or so the Queen liked to believe….
The full moon was dominating the night sky, it’s otherworldly glare drowning the faint light of every star, when the beautiful Queen woke up once more trying hard to breathe, her mind, body and soul being blown into higher realms of sinful ecstasy…the old maid was still sleeping…the Queen slowly walked towards the window, she desperately needed fresh air…
The guards outside the heavy doors rushed in frantically hearing the Queen’s scream.  “don’t worry, just a nightmare, return to your posts” the awakened maid told them…the Queen was unable to utter a single word, in total shock still….
because when she opened the window, she saw the majestic form of the Dark Prince hovering in the air right outside, wreathed in a black cloud. Eyes of fire piercing her very soul, his black gloved hand caressed her cheek as she was petrified, and uttered a single word to her with a deep dark unearthly voice… then vanished into the night a split second before the guards entered the royal bedroom :
“Soon “…….


To be continued…