My World

Alone again just me and my queen... with no wondering or concerned eyes but our own to look upon one another. She muses her feelings on my skin with her breath, ruleing the peasant as a good queen should. My hands bound above my head to the headboard of the bed we lay upon, my ankles to the posts. She has removed my shirt and lays on me looking down at me with her amber eyes blazing in the firelight of the hearth.

She whispers to me her accent strong and proud, her french words soak into me through my skin as she moves to my ear whispering more sweet words of love and affection. Ending her words she bites my earlobe then has her tongue prod inside and around my ear. Once satisfied there she lowers to my neck kissing softly, till she wanted more.

She then softly bit my neck bringing my skin into her mouth. Her tongue tasting me then biting harder my gasps become more the harder she bites into my skin. Once blood ran down my skin she rose up and looked at me blood on her mouth. My body begged for more and she knew it.

Finally when she was finished I lay bruised and bleeding, looking into her amber eyes love ripped through me. With my blood on her she gave one more kiss then vanished, leaving just the memory of her haunting amber eyes, the sorrow in my being at never seeing my queen again and a love that burns my heart with its painful memory. Thus i am left with the past on my mind the feel of my blood running down my body and a wish to be whole again.