LASCIVIO’S VENGENCE: A STORY OF THE HSITORY OF KYNK

Vira practically flew off of the dais, loosing herself in the song of death. She let herself be filled with the rage and power that had kept her alive for so long, as she moved among her falling courtiers, her every move an intricate dance step. Soon she was upon Lascivio.

“You think to destroy my court Lascivio?” she asked in a quiet voice reserved for only those who had caught her attention, for good or bad.

“Yes, my Queen,” he spit out, as if the very words were foul and rotten “but not in the way that you think. Look about.” The Queen turned around, knowing that Lascivio would not attack her with her back turned; she had trained him too well.

What the Queen saw astounded her: from her place at the center of the Room of Judgments it looked as if all of her court, including Mastraton, were on the ground. Of course, she had already made this observation earlier, but what she had not noticed was that all of the people seemed to be slowly writhing. They all moaned, one after another as if all touched by some mystic hand.

“What have you done? Why are you hurting them?” Vira screeched, raising her blade in front of her as she whipped around. She might not have liked her court, but they were hers and if she let anything happen to them it reflected on her ability to protect them.

“They are not in pain. As a matter of fact they are feeling quite the opposite.” Lascivio said in his husky, velvety voice. The Queen looked around again, dropping her sword to her side for the second time since approaching Lascivio. He had been telling the truth, for while the courtiers lay on the ground moaning and writhing, they did so in with flushed looks on their faces. Many of the women lay, backs arched, dresses pulled up to their hips while their pleasure juices dripped slowly down their legs. Almost all of the men had tents in the tightly fitting cloth pants that were in fashion these days.

Vira turned back around once more, blushing and furious. Her anger was partially for the fact that he had done something out of her power, partially because he had somehow gained this incredible new power, but mostly because he would not use it on her. She raised her blade again, this time with the full conviction to kill the man who had slain their child. Her eyes locked with Lascivio’s. She knew he saw her anger, her absolute rage; she didn’t care. The only thing that would stop her assault now would be his blood running down her arms, the scent of it on her nose, and the sound of his final screams.

The Queen stalked slowly towards Lascivio, but he didn’t move, he didn’t even flinch. When she was upon him, she raised her weapon high into the air. She brought it down, and just before it hit, she was over come by a strange feeling in her stomach. It was almost like the feel of butterflies dancing around, and it spread: first to her loins and then to her breasts. It was a feeling of absolute pleasure. She dropped her blade from all of the emotions and sensations she was feeling. It was as if she were being touched in all of her most sensitive places. Spasms of bliss ran through her like lightning through tall tree. She refused to fall though; she swore to herself that no matter how good it felt, she would not be like the rest, she would not fall to the ground.

Vira at Lascivio through half closed eyes. She knew that she looked weak, but she would not let him win. Vira forced a smile onto her face. Lascivio looked shocked for a second.

“Didn’t know what you were dealing with did you?” the Queen asked haughtily, as another wave of passion swept through her.

“You’re right, Queen, I did underestimate you. Assuming that the same level of power that leveled the rest of your court would fell you was foolish. Unfortunately for you it’s one that can be remedied.” Just then a surge of longing so powerful that it almost burned her pleasure centers, shot through the Queen. Her eyes went wide with surprise and she fell to her knees. Then she fell to her side on the floor, banging her head on the cold stone. She resisted being pulled into oblivion, but its pull was to great, and she fainted, her world spiraling into darkness.