THE FALL OF THE ICE QUEEN

It was in the reign of Rahn the Conqueror, the greatest of the Warrior Kings, that historical accounts tell of a court unrivaled in debauchery and shameless sexual indulgence. The court at Thralkild was rich and opulent, with scantily clad slaves and breathtakingly beautiful courtesans, all eager to engage in the most unspeakable acts at the command of their lecherous sovereign. Though the King's lustful appetite was legendary, it remained for his newly-chose Consort, the insatiable "Ice Queen," to plunge that depraved court into new depths, consumed by her bizarre and outrageous erotic obsessions in the relentless pursuit of power and sensual pleasure -- a pursuit that would inevitably lead to her downfall.

Excerpt from: The Fall of the Ice Queen

But among those present in that line up of splendid beauties, was the fair Alea, formerly the Lady of Andur. She wore a blue silk gown and she knelt perfectly still, eyes lowered, hardly touching her food, occasionally sipping her wine. The wide bracelet of burnished gold banding the soft skin of her upper arm marked her as one of the King's stable.

The King was bragging to his old crony about his defeat of Andur, and that seemed to remind him about Alea. He sent a slave scurrying over to

summon the statuesque blonde to him. She deliberately rose and slowly crossed the room; finely-chiseled aristocratic features calm; golden

hair magnificent in its shimmering array. The flowing gown draped her tall frame, suspended by the thin ribbons that looped her bare

shoulders. The satiny material was gathered at the midriff and then allowed to fall in pleated folds that ended just above her ankles an

inch or two above the delicate high heeled sandals she wore.

The young woman moved with her usual dignity, those full-mounded breasts with their big nipples so proudly displayed. Her chin was held high;

blue eyes, untroubled and serene. I had seen her retain that marvelous composure even when her sovereign's sticky spendings were trickling down

that noble visage.

Now the King presented her to Turhan, inviting his general to admire his prize, who stood before him with bowed head. For a few moments he kept

her standing there while the wise general, knowing he should appreciate, but not too much, the King's latest acquisition, allowed as how he was

suitably impressed and then praised the King's good taste. Rahn smiled, pleased that it was so.

"Come here," he beckoned the big blonde to him. "Lift your dress. Show

the General your cunt."

I closely watched Alea's face, but the crude words of the King made no impression. Still expressionless, she bent forward, moving to obey,

reaching down to gather up two handfuls of the slippery blue satin. She hauled the dress up, raising the hem and uncovering those long shapely

legs, their splendid lengths sheathed in the finest hosiery of a soft milky blue. The men watched captivated as the curtain rose to reveal

those lush thighs, the smoothened contours banded halfway up their columnar lengths by lacy garters. Gradually the rising hemline uncovered

the naked skin beyond the snug stockingtops, smooth columns of the upper thighs that came into view as did the Lady’s Venus mound with its silken

thicket of pale fur.

"Higher," the King commanded gruffly, leaning forward in his chair.

And the hem was obediently lifted a few more inches till Alea held the bunched up dress across her belly, letting the men's greedy eyes drink

in their fill of her naked womanhood. For a moment the two men studied the lightly-furred vulva displayed before their eyes, not saying a word. I

wondered if the King would take her right then and there, or perhaps offer her to his victorious general, for the rumor had it that although

the king had used her on several occasions he had yet to dip his sword into that choice honeypot. But he did neither. Instead, he ordered the

woman to turn around …and lift up the back of the dress.