Forbidden Seductions

Chapter-1

The enormous empire of Avalon was illuminated by an ethereal glow from the full moon, which was perched high in the velvety night sky. The braids that cascaded down my shoulders were ruffled by the chill winds that swirled through the air.

Standing on the balcony, I clutched a crystal goblet filled with a deep crimson liquid, its rich aroma filling my senses as I took a long, thoughtful sip. The flavor of the wine provided a momentary release from the weight of my thoughts, but it was powerless to smother the memories that tormented me.

Not that long ago, I was carefree, my heart unburdened by the weight of a crown and the demands of a kingdom. My laughter echoed through the castle walls, and my magic shimmered like stardust on the starry nights. But that was before I was given the throne of Avalon—a throne stained with the blood of my dear brother.

I glanced up at the moon, its radiance reminding me of the innocent days we spent as children, exploring the secrets of our mystical realm. How I yearned to turn back the hands of time, to undo the tragic events that altered the course of my life. But such desires were mere fantasies, and I was left with the harsh reality of ruling a kingdom where darkness and danger lurked at every corner.

The wind's cold embrace felt strangely comforting against my skin. The stars above seemed to flicker with curiosity, as though waiting for me to voice the questions that plagued me night after night. Why did fate choose me to ascend to the throne, condemning me to a life of solitude and darkness?

Gazing into the depths of the goblet, I found no answers, only distorted reflections of the person I had become. Power had changed me and hardened me, and my heart had grown cold with a thirst for revenge. The vampire who had taken my brother's life would pay dearly for the pain he inflicted on my family. That thirst for revenge was a double-edged sword, granting me strength while leaving me vulnerable to the emotions tied to my past.

In this sea of power and magic, my only solace lay in the presence of my niece and nephew—the last remnants of my family. They were the flare of light in the shadows, their innocence and love pulling at the remnants of my once-warm heart. Their laughter and joy reminded me of the person I once was, and in their presence, I felt a flicker of the warmth I had lost.

As the wind played with my dark hair, I closed my eyes, drawing strength from the elements that surrounded me. The moon's silvery rays seemed to tickle my skin, as if urging me to embrace the past while developing a new path forward. I knew I couldn't undo the past, but perhaps I could shape the future, both for myself and for Avalon.

Taking one last sip of the crimson liquid, I set the goblet aside and turned away from the balcony. The time for self-analysis would come again, but for now, my duty as the Dark Fae Queen beckoned. There were decisions to be made, alliances to be forged, and enemies to be defeated. The path ahead was treacherous, but I knew I had to face it with the strength of a queen and the vulnerability of a woman who still held onto fragments of her former self.

Stepping back into the shadows of the throne room, I knew my work for the day was done. I clapped my hands, summoning the ones who serve me. The massive doors of the throne room swung open, revealing two fae attendants. "Prepare a salt bath for me in my bathroom. Including the freshly departed ayurvedic body exfoliators and masks, and ensuring the aroma of jasmine fills the air. I'll be there shortly," I commanded. Both fae responded in unison, "We shall arrange everything as you desire, my queen." With a bow, they departed to fulfill my request.

I leave the throne room and walk past the echoing halls and long corridors as I arrive at the large, silver-looking gate. Each night, after tending to my queenly duties, I found solace in the presence of my niece and nephew: Cara, named after my late mother, and Evan, named after my fallen brother. As I entered the room, my stern expression softened as I found Cara and Evan playing with enchanted crystals.

"Ah, my little ones, what magical wonders have you discovered today?" I approached them, smiling.

Cara beamed excitedly at me, showing her toothy grin. "Aunt Athea, look! This crystal glows with the colors of the rainbow!"

Evan pointed at the other crystal with a grin and said, "And this one floats in the air all by itself!"

I watched both of them amusingly, and the weight of my responsibilities lifted for a precious moment.

"Impressive! Now, it's time for the bedtime stories." I kissed them lightly on their cheeks, making them giggle loudly.

I went to the bookshelf, picked up their favorite story, and sat by the fireplace with Cara and Evan as I narrated the story until they felt sleepy.

I picked them up in my arms one by one and tucked Cara and Evan into their beds, preparing to bid them goodnight. A hand tucked into my sleeve, making me haul in my steps.

"Will you stay with us tonight, Auntie?" Evan whispered yawningly.

"I must return to my room, my little moonbeams, but I'll always be watching over you from afar," I answered softly.

Evan Sleepy said, "Promise you'll protect us from scary things."

I leaned down to kiss their foreheads as I said, "With all the power in Avalon, I promise you'll always be safe." With a promising tone.

As I left the kids' chamber and finally decided to head to my room, my stomach grumbled loudly, reminding me of my hunger. Deciding to go to the kitchen, I made my way down the stairs. But as I entered the kitchen corridors, I heard faint whispering. Curious, I tapped into my fae power, tuning in to the voices. A sense of caution tingled through me as I strained to catch the voices.

"Have you seen how the queen has turned? Brutal and merciless, ever since the prince's death five years ago." The voice of a woman came out like a whisper.

"It's like she's a different person now. I can barely recognize her." Another voice came out, filled with concern.

Oh, thank you for bringing such valuable information out from behind the veil, ladies.

Another intrigued male voice interfered. "I've heard whispers in the castle and beyond. They say she wasn't born like other fae but was created by dark fae magic—the late king and queen's creation. a puppet queen to sit on the throne."

I froze on my spot hearing this, my fist clenching hard, my magic on the surface.

"What? That can't be true!" was evident in one of the ladies' voices.

"Oh, it is getting darker. The rightful throne belonged to the late prince's son, Prince Evan. They say her rise to power was unjust."

The previous voice of one of the two ladies hushed him down. "Keep your voice down! Such rumors could cost us our lives if she hears them."

The male defiantly speaks, venom evident in his tone: "I care not for her wrath! She won't remain on the throne for long. She is a queen without a king, a vulnerable woman with no family to stand by her. Her dark magic won't always be able to protect her from the hungry motherfuckers lurking out there to

I heard another warning tone from the same lady: "Be wary! Her power knows no bounds, and her heart has grown as cold as ice."

The male scoffs at the warning, his arrogance shining through. "I've seen her weakness, her vulnerability. She may have power, but she lacks the support and loyalty that a true ruler needs. The whispers of rebellion are growing louder, and soon enough, she will be left defenseless against those who seek to dethrone her."

The tense air hung heavy with secrets and fear as the trio exchanged hushed words, their eyes darting anxiously around the dimly lit corridor.

My rule had become a dark and ominous chapter in the kingdom's history, wrapped in mystery and dread.

As I listened to their unsettling conversation, the weight of their words settled heavily on me. Feeling a mix of fury and pain, I decided to reveal my presence, and the air around us seemed to grow colder. Their faces turned pale as they realized I had been eavesdropping on their treasonous words.

I calmly but sternly stated, "It appears that you have forgotten your place in this kingdom."

The man who appeared to be a guard stammered, "My Queen, I-I didn't mean—"

I raised my hand, my eyes flashing grayish black. "Enough! Your loyalty has been tainted by doubt and betrayal."

As I spoke, a bright blue ball of energy appeared in my hand, crackling with raw magic. The guard's defiance wavered, but it was too late to amend his words. Without hesitation, I released the powerful energy, and it struck him with intense force. His body erupted into flames, and his cries were drowned out by the inferno.

The other maids looked on, terror-stricken and frozen in place.

My emotions were a tempest inside me—anger at the disloyalty and sorrow for the necessity of such punishment. My heart ached for the lost innocence I once possessed before the weight of the crown consumed me.

My voice came out cold and commanding. "Remember this as a warning to all who dare to question my authority."

The flames subsided, leaving only ashes in place of the traitorous guard. The room felt eerily silent, and the air was thick with tension. At that moment, I knew that preserving my power was essential, even if it meant making difficult decisions that weighed on my soul. The price of ruling a kingdom was high, and I vowed to protect it at all costs, even from those within its walls.

Amidst a group of trembling servants, I turned my stern gaze on them and asked, "Do both of you share the same opinion about me as that man did?" They shook their heads, denying any agreement with the guard's words.

Addressing the younger-looking lady, I inquired, "What is your name?"

She replied, "Larry, my queen." With a cold tone, I ordered her to leave my sight, and she quickly scurried away.

Turning to the other lady, I softened my tone and asked, "And what about you, miss?" She timidly answered, "Amanda."

"I have been hungry since my last meal. If you are still on your kitchen duties, I'd like some dark hot chocolate," I requested.

Almost immediately, Amanda replied with a yes as she hurried to the kitchen counter to prepare it. I settled down at a small table and chair.

One of the servants stepped forward and offered me a glass of chilled water, while the others stood in line, waiting for my commands. I dismissed them, and then, lost in my thoughts, I sat quietly, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Breaking free from my reverie, I was served the hot chocolate by Amanda, who looked apologetic. "No need for apologies," I assured her.

Curious to know my preferences, she asked, "Is there anything else I can serve you with?"

"You may leave now," I replied, and with a respectful bow, she departed.

Having finished the food, I left the kitchen and climbed the stairs to my bedroom.

Ahhh, the best part of the day has finally come.

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

Once in my room, I entered my lavishly adorned bathroom, where the allure of warm vanilla and Jasmine enveloped my senses, creating a calm atmosphere. My eyes caught sight of the beautifully arranged bath tub, adorned with enchanting flowers and surrounded by the flickering light of scented candles. In one corner, a selection of herbal pastes and powders awaited me. A soft smile played on my lips as I anticipated the blissful moments of relaxation that lay ahead.

I started undressing, pulling hard on the last strings of my tight corset dress, and held my breath as the silk slid down from my naked shoulders. My reflection smiled at me from the mirror, encouraging me to let my eyes wander across all of my anatomy.

Fuck these tight, stringy dresses; someone kindly invent some comfy clothes, even if I look homeless wearing them.

I put my hands on my sides and let them walk upward, noticing how my skin bristled. I watched in the mirror as my n*****s hardened as my fingers approached, then shuddered as their tips made contact. I let the pads of my fingers travel at will until the glass in front of me fogged almost completely and I was only able to see my own outline.

I had an expensive bath oil I saved for special occasions. Mixing gently with my hand, I slowly immersed my body in the tub, letting my skin get used to the cool temperature. Once I was submerged to the shoulders, I reached for the stool that had been placed next to the bathtub and pulled it closer so I could easily grab my glass of white wine. I sighed before taking a refreshing sip of the chilled liquid.

This habit of drinking once every few hours would fail my organs one day.

With a sigh, I left all the thoughts of things I had to do and all the work that needed to be finished – I was leaving all these thoughts outside the bathtub so I could concentrate on enjoying this moment of relaxation. Letting my hands rest on my thighs, I was surprised by the softness of my skin, and I stroked them little by little, trying to discover if the rest of my body had that velvety feel.

Was it oil? The new body butter I’ve been using? Whatever it was, I shivered slightly as my fingers found themselves caressing my inner thighs.

Taking another gulp of wine, I realized, despite the water, there was now a wetness that was entirely my own. My hand went down and caressed my c******s slowly. My index and middle fingers then came together to form rhythmic, circular movements. My eyes were now closed, and my body was slipping in the bathtub, the water almost brushing the hair falling from my braids. However, my body wasn’t quite ready to relax; it needed more. I was dying to feed a desire deep inside, and without trying, I knew that my fingers would not be enough this time.

Next to my wine, I had laid my favorite toy, so I pulled it into the warm water with me. Examining its length excitedly, I surprised myself by indulging in the sudden urge to lick it and putting its tip between my lips. Closing my eyes, I could almost imagine myself no longer alone in the tub. I was dying inside for the sum of these feelings: the slight self-consciousness of my impulses, the excitement that made me not care, and the singular desire to give my body the orgasm it craved.

I submerged it again and brought its tip to my c******s, teasing it for just a second before pushing its full length within me. I moaned as I reached its handle, moved my hips, and took in every inch of its surface, first out and then in. But I needed more.

Flicking on the lightest vibrations made me gasp and then groan as I found my favorite setting—not a steady hum or a pulse, but an undulating pattern that seemed like it grew deeper with each wave. The vibrations, now at nearly full power, started to bring unbidden fantasies. I curled the tip inside me in search of that point that would make me moan louder. As the tip hit the right point, a wave of ecstasy surged through my body, causing my eyes to roll back in pure pleasure. My senses were overwhelmed by the familiar rush, and my body trembled as an intense orgasm consumed me completely.

After all the cleaning and bathing, I dressed myself in a silk robe. Wrapped in a warm blanket, I lay down on my bed, and exhaustion swiftly claimed me as sleep embraced me. The weariness of the day was finally relieved.