This thread is closed to CassandraNova and I.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Characters/Players</span></strong><br/>Vella - Zamdrist<br/>Rosabella - CassandraNova<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Non-Player Characters</span></strong><br/>Thorne - Rosabella's dance partner<br/>Willam - Dance troupe leader/musician<br/>Ellistra - Willam's wife and musician<br/>Robillard - Singer and member of dance troupe<br/>Zelma - Proprietor of Zelma's Herbs<br/><br/><strong>Premise</strong>: Witch Queen seeks the consensual affections of a village girl<br/><br/><strong>Orientation</strong>: Lesbian<br/><br/><strong>Tone/Flavor</strong>: Darkly erotic, intense. Mild vulgarity in-line with theme and feel.<br/><br/><strong>Setting</strong>: Gothic castle Arges and village by the same name, possibly others.<br/><br/>(http://www.2and2.net/files/49432a70ef390.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Romancing the Witch Queen</span></strong><br/><br/>The head of blond hair buried in Vella's lap stirred. Vella, the Witch Queen of Arges, parted the young woman's hair from her eyes and the concubine looked up adoringly at her Queen. The girl was a quick and enthusiastic learner and Vella was quite moist and enjoying the girl's efforts. The girl continued to nurture Vella's swollen lips with a lapping tongue. Vella turned her attention to another girl beside her, who was carefully and dutifully nursing at Vella's nipples. She held the Queen's breast in the cup of her small hand, and tentatively licked a nipple. With a finger the girl swirled the moistness around, stiffening Vella's nipple like a ripe berry. A third concubine also in bed with the Queen sat nearby watching. The girl was eating fruit from a bowl but her eyes were glued to the scene before her, juice from the fruit ran down her chin as she watched with her mouth open. The concubine's free hand was under her green shift, stroking her own moist vagina. The Queen's bedchambers were dimly lit with only a few candles, their intoxicating smell adding to the erotic mood about the bed. While tones were hush and quiet, the quickened breathing of all the women was heard as well as Vella's pleasureful moans.<br/><br/>Vella laid her hand on the concubine's head, the girl between her thighs. The Queen's black painted nails dug into the girl's blond scalp as she guided the girl's motions. Vella's hips rose and fell, following the girl's lapping tongue. Alas, despite the girl's efforts the Queen would not be sated. Snarling in frustration Vella pushed away the girl. The other at her breast squealed in fright, pulling away and scraping the Queen's nipple between her teeth painfully. Angry, Vella smacked the careless girl, nails scratching the unfortunate girl's face. The third girl scampered off the bed spilling the bowl of fruit. The erotic moment was shattered and the lit candles flared dangerously, echoing the Queen's anger.<br/><br/><em>"Leave me! Now!"</em>Order the irritated Vella. The girls scrambled off the bed and departed the room, half naked in rumpled green shifts.<br/><br/>Vella exhaled in frustration and got out of her bed to look out the window. The Queen leaned her naked form against the portal's stone frame. The cool stone felt good against her warm skin. She looked out at her realm. Vella was Queen of all she could see from her dark castle perched above the village of Arges. It was mid-eve and cool. Torchlight and lamp lights burned below in the village. The skies were darkened with ominous storm clouds on the horizon and heading her way. For more than four decades Vella the Witch Queen ruled over this realm. She was a tough and hard ruler, and ruled with fear as much as competency. The Queen's advisors, servants and captains were also competent and loyal, as much as out of fear of the Witch Queen. Her temper and arrogance was as well known as her dark witchery and appetite for young women. The common villagers of Arges also feared their ruler. Yet Vella kept them safe and fed and despite their fear they were quite proud of their Witch Queen. Vella stood there awhile in thought. Her pale porcelain skin contrasted against the dark sky out the window. Her witchcraft and skills with ointments and herbs kept her figure lush and womanly despite her years. A silky and shiny mane of dark hair spilled part way down her back. Her full bosom rose and fell as she smelled the wet air out the window, ripened nipples still at bloom with the cold air. While her face often reflected a serious and hard appearance, it was beautiful too with emerald eyes, thin black brows and dangerously lush lips.<br/><br/>She came to a decision, knowing that the rains would come sooner rather than later. She intoned an incantation effortlessly and her form began to shimmer and blur, then dissipate. With the spell completed the Queen's form was gone, and replaced by a large crow with wicked talons clutching the window sill. With a piercing cry it launched itself into the night air on swooping wings. She often found it easier to think, high above her realm looking out on everything, giving her perspective. Vella had a secret, among many secrets all witches of her power might have. This secret however was different. She loathed weakness in any creature, and most of all herself. Yet soaring on the winds above the village she found herself jealous of the commoners simple lives. Most of all jealous of the love they shared, and notably consensual love. While Vella enjoyed numerous lovers and concubines over the years, it had become old. She longed for a consensual partner and lover, yet in this position of rule there was no such thing. It was always obligatory or out of fear. There would be no point in merely using a spell of charm, it had to be borne of free will. The beginnings of a plan however started to take form in Vella's scheming mind. If she did this right, her problem might be resolved yet. She dipped one crow wing downward turning sharply in a tight circle, heading back to the castle. Lightening struck in her wake, thunder clapped and the rains followed closely on her tail wing.<br/><br/>The crow flew into the bedchamber in a flurry of flapping wings and impatient squawking. A startled servant who had been cleaning up the spilled fruit fled in a fright. Vella transformed back to her womanly shape and grabbed her velvety green robe, setting off deeper into the castle with determined steps.<br/><br/>There were potions to brew.<br/>