Tag / fiction

by Kitty Michelle

A Toast of Blood and Soul

Their second Meeting

“Now that you are here, you might like to pour me a teapot of blood, would you?” said the Queen
“Indeed. As much as you might enjoy and be so kind as to repay me with a teapot of your soul.” replied in a slightly daring way the girl
“Daring, aren’t we?” replied the Queen, then continuing, “Well, a cup of soul for a cup of blood—now that sounds fair. Plus, you sound amusing and cute.”
“Aren’t they made of the same substance, after all?”
continued the girl, challenging like no one ever dared to be.
“Mmmh. Maybe You are here for this. I sense things about you—things I do not think you are aware of. You do not share your blood so easily. Not You, isn’t that right?”
“You do not share cups of You so easily. Not You, isn’t that right?”
“Who are you?” “
I am you. A part of you.”

“Then You have a cup of me already, and apparently, I have You. Looks like the Goddess is sipping me, and I am sipping Her. Still, You want my blood. Why so?”
“Sweet girl, it looks like you are greedy for knowledge and more. Well, there is more. You will understand that in due time. For now, you can imagine that I seek the same things you seek.”

“Mmhh, for your information, having a part, as you say, does not quench thirst. Not even by a bit. I have questions, and I am not the kind of person who is content with parts when I seek the whole.”

“People say you are the sweetest of the women in the shell of a girl. They know very little of you, trust me.”
“If You say so, it must be true. Being here, I can only walk this path and drink this chalice. So let’s assume it is as You say and I am here because of You being a part of me, and me being one of You. Then let’s go on and mix and melt—so that maybe it will all make sense.”

“Maybe we already did this. I mean, we started m.e.l.t.i.n.g. already.”
She pronounced every single letter of that word with a tone and pace that sounded like hypnotic, liquid sex. The ghost handmaids sitting on the sides of her couch sighed and exhaled a moan that seemed a mixture between the hint of an orgasm and a suffering breath. Then she continued:

“Wonderful. So, it looks like I can be pleased and have my cup of blood.”

“It’s yours. It needs and wants in You,” replied the girl, in a subservient yet at the same time demanding way.

“Do You still want a cup of darkness?”
“You said I am a part of You. I don’t think I should ask for that anymore, should I?”

“That is wrong. You should learn to ask. You should do that—to me—each day. I am going to have You learn that, and trust me, You’ll be taught unimaginable truths, my way. Even what You already have—if You need it—you must learn to ask for it. You might end up surprised. I might be very rewarding. You will discover that when You ask, You will end up having much more than You thought You wanted. You will be rewarded with what You truly need. Oh, but this—you feel it already. It’s the part of me, in You, already, that spoke and will speak to You. I feel Your part in me.”

“May I offer You a cup of blood?” *SMILE
“Oh, you just made me smile. You just took a microscopic sip of my soul and darkness. You are adorable. How was it? How powerful do you feel? You sense it shaking you, don’t you? I sense You. So empowering. How was it?”

“Luminous,” she said, turning her head up and staring with green flames in her eyes.

“You are terrible, a terrible girl. Perfect. It will be fun.”

“Yes, I am.
W/we both are.“

by Kitty Michelle

Premonitions and Desires

As they parted from each other at the end of their first encounter, the Queen recalled the moment when it had become clear to Her that She would meet ‘The Girl’ someday. 

She closed Her eyes and brought to mind the exact words She had confessed to the only woman She truly trusted about this premonition. In doing so, She played the game of remembering them, comparing them to what had just happened. 

“Freya, I keep seeing her, I keep dreaming about her, and I know she keeps dreaming about me. I have many other dreams. They are sweet, but strangely, they are also filled with blood, lust, and demons. Those creatures are my past, and I live with them, but still, I keep seeing them—and also the girl, ‘the girl,’ in those and other dreams. 

She appears in them as a side figure, just for brief moments, but she exists. She is many animals, creatures, and then she is back as a woman, a girl—the one she probably is. There is one more thing: when I dream about her, I know she dreams about me. I know I will meet her.” 

She remembered saying these words to Freya while maintaining Her perfect balance, feigning indifference, checking Her sword, Her weapons, Her whip measured in every gesture, as She was accustomed to doing. Her Royal spirit and natural beauty, although tentatively hidden beneath a cold and rebellious attitude, were so strikingly powerful that no one could stand close to Her without wondering what She was hiding. Her curves beneath the too-masculine jacket, her nipples brushing against the black fabric, the pearl-like allure of her navel at the center of her toned abdomen, her private scent, and the secret chambers her mind could host.

As She spoke those words, shivers and thrills of excitement silently crawled up and down Her spine. Naughty as She was, She now played the game of remembering those sensations as well. Naughty as She was, She remembered closing Her eyes, savoring them, challenging them to awaken creamy pleasures She would suppress, inflicting Herself with sweet, delightful pain that heightened Her enjoyment. 

“I know you see her. I knew you were seeing something. It has been months since I started noticing, and I saw it growing. I was waiting for You to tell me about them, little one.” 

Thus replied Freya, the only one in the Universe allowed to address the Queen this way. With those words, once again, Freya proved capable of feeling Her, respecting the bond between them while making those thrills nearly impossible to contain. 

“You are naughty—naughty and amazing, …mother,” She said, turning Her gaze from the blade of Her sword to Freya. As She did so, Her hair swayed naturally, exuding a sexiness that could have unleashed lust even from a Saint.

“I need to meet her. I need it to happen, and she needs it too. I know how it will have to happen. It will have to be here; she will need to find her way to me. I am waiting for that day, and I know it will come. I know she is searching for the way to me, and I will ease that. I will be with two little sexy ghouls, Luna and Selene, by my side. I want them bleeding, and I want the girl to see it that day—it will be… energy. I will study her, and she will see something about me.”

She closed the statement with a smile, almost a soft moan, allowing Herself to let it slide—how much She desired that day to come.