THE FALL OF THE ICE QUEEN 


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 of whom who would eagerly 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-chosen 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 ultimate 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 sheated 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 mound of Venus with 
its silken thicket of tiny pale curlings.

"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 they 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 her dress in the back.



  
Ice Queen