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Posted: 2018-04-21 23:57:26
by Umbra - Size: 1275x1650
- Source: phantomoftruth.tumblr.com...a-ive-had-for-a-long-time
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If you do like it, then please let me know with likes and whatever! I'm super excited about it. Going to load up an alternate version of this right now^^.
EDIT: So excited, almost forgot! This piece also includes Emanon as a small thank-you for her huge help in March with a project! Find her here :D emanon333.deviantart.com/
EDIT 4/16/19: Including the original caption, as while you can still see it from the original link, just redundancy due to tumblr exploding and such. Caption behind the spoiler!
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Bri couldn’t remember ever being more in love than she was with the Red Queen. Her hazy head was wrapped in Her glamour, so she couldn’t remember much, but still! It was so much *more* than any of her obsessions, and still growing stronger. If Her Majesty didn’t own her down to the last scrap of her dirty soul, she would have forgotten to breathe. Of course, decisions like that weren’t up to her anymore. Her Majesty had a use for her.
Her Majesty had a use for her! And it was something only she could do! Ahhhhh~! Just remembering made Bri delirious with ecstasy, flooded with warmth and happiness that made her feel so soft and content in Her Highness’ presence. She would have never forgotten if Her Majesty didn’t command it. If it was just Bri, the feelings would have flipped her crazy switch for sure, love poisoning her brain until she couldn’t think of anything else.
But she had Her Lady’s crest. she was marked as Her Queen’s servant. Her slave. Her property. Of course she was. Bri was only human, a dirty girl that tricked people and betrayed her friends over and over to all kinds of masters to sate herself or save her own skin. Her Majesty was so much more beautiful and elegant and *perfect* than any lowly human could even dream of being. Her waking self forgot that she was Her Majesty’s slave, that she was marked, that the Red Queen was real, but her body remembered red robes, dusky skin, and hair like a crimson aurora every time she touched herself and came at the thought of surrendering to perfection.
The gap between Bri and her fae Mistress wasn’t any different than the gap between a human and a dog. It went deeper than just intelligence or aesthetics. Bri yearned for the commands like obedience was bred into her bones. The Red Queen commanded her to kneel, and there was no doubt that her place was by her Majesty’s feet. Her Queen commanded her to speak, and Bri babbled happily in the language Her Highness put in her head about all her tricks and the people she betrayed, including the ones she hypnotically forgot. But she wasn’t a bad girl! They weren’t mistakes. It was all preparing her for her purpose. What she was meant to do. Her Queen was so kind, She allowed Bri to cry, to give voice to her happiness. She belonged.
And look at her now. Bri had done so well, she had the privilege of personally serving Her Majesty. Ahhh~. It was wonderful, marvelous, fantastic! She was getting drunk on the scent of Her Majesty’s skin, the feel of red robes brushing her face. Every detail of Her Highness ass was burning itself into her brain. She was a good slave, so she didn’t get wet or cum, but her waking self was going to masturbate her brains out with a new fetish for sure. And she was even worthy of being the Red Queen’s puppet! She was touching Her Majesty’s foot. The Queen was touching her face! Using her mouth to talk, her hand to touch, claiming her offering ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
ThankyouthankyouthankyouMyQueenMyQueenMyQueenIloveyouloveyoulovelovelovelovelove~<3
“It’s so much better Emanon. This is where we were meant to be. You’ll see. Whether you’re Her Majesty’s witch or her fool or her dog or her slave. You don’t need anything, lack anything, want anything besides Her Grace. We’ll all be so happy when we belong to the Red Queen~”
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