“Well.I… I guess?”Albeit only through marriage.But I suppose it counts?We were banished for so long, stripped of our magic for so many years that I’d rather stopped thinking of myself as a lady and instead saw us as one of the people.
I stare at the throne; this new one is different to the other two.Morrigan’s and Calandra’s are golden and jewelled in rubies, gems, crystals and ornate, intricate swirling filigree.
This chair is… “My gods,” I whisper as I really take it in.It’s made of the same golden stone as the other two.But instead of gems and crystals, a blue colour sweeps the back, licking up and curling into waves brushed with a white marble-like stone.It’s as if the throne is made of a wave lifted from the ocean.Carved into the back of the chair is a rather familiar sailing boat.
“Oh…” I say as I peer closer.The boat isn’t just a boat; it’s my boat.My eyes sting instantly.It’s stunning.Blue sapphires kiss the hull of the boat and disappear into darker-coloured navy gems.
I’m silent for so long that Morrigan slides her hand into mine.Her voice cracks, a tremble lining her words.“Is it… is it okay?”she asks.
“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”I fall to my knees, just like I did last time.Ever ready to worship my queen on my new throne.
But Morrigan shakes her head.“Not this time.Tonight is all about you.”
“Oh,” I say again, incapable of much else.Seems I’ve been incapable of many words today, my eyes too obsessed with the sight of my new wife.
“Strip, Stirling,” Morrigan says, suddenly serious.
I tilt my head at her bossy tone, thoroughly enjoying the fact she’s taking charge.I raise an eyebrow, wondering what she’ll do if I disobey.
“Don’t test me,” she says as if in answer.
My lips purse into a cheeky grin as I unbuckle my trousers.I turn around showing her my back.“You’re going to have to help me out.”
She grabs the silky ribbons keeping my corset tight and tugs them, her fingers press and pull and yank until the corset is loose enough I can tug it over my head.
I’m topless, because who needs a bra in a corset?Morrigan’s fingers trail down my back making goosebumps rise over my flesh.
“Undo me,” she demands.Gods, I love it when she embraces her authority.I do exactly as she requests.
My hands glide over her corseted waist as I pull the silk ribbons keeping her in locked inside her dress.“Who tied you in here?”I whine.It’s fucking impossible to get her out.
Morrigan pulls a knife out of her waistband, “I figured you’d struggle,” she says and hands me the blade.
“You were just carrying that?”
“Well, after this evening, do you really blame me?”
I guess not.“Does it matter if I shred it?”
“Not if it means getting me out of this fucking thing, it weighs a tonne.”She wriggles in the dress, which is more like a sculpture than an outfit.
I tuck the blade between her back and the ribbons and slice.Morrigan lets out a relieved huff as the corseted top of her dress pings wide open.She wriggles and stretches, revealing the mottled impressions of corset bones pressed into her tattooed skin.
She steps out of the dress and hurls it out of the way, leaving her in black lace underwear.I swallow hard.My mouth waters almost as much as my pussy.
Morrigan’s fingers caress my skin, her tips padding over my chest and flicking over my nipples.
“Do you remember what happened last time we were here?”she says.
I inhale in anticipation as I recall that night.“You were sat on the throne, I was at your feet, and I worshipped my queen.”
She nods.“Underwear.Now.”
I dutifully obey, slipping my undies off and glancing back at the throne room door as if staring from this distance will confirm it’s locked.
Morrigan swings me around and shoves me.The backs of my knees hit my new throne, and I drop into the seat.
“Magnificent,” she says and then my glorious queen kneels beneath me.
