IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS:
Since days, the nightly sleep of Queen Hailey of Syfall have become infested with hellish visions of armies of savage naked women roaming and devastating the land, led by an inhumane creature. Having consulted with Praja, her court's sorceress, the two women have agreed how such nightmares are actually messages being sent to the Queen by the Sun Goddess herself, to warn her about the threat represented by the Night Lord, an evil entity whose plan is to enslave the whole continent of Mur.
As Hailey and Praja return to Syfall in order to prepare the defenses, the Queen sends her sister Eluan and the commander of her guards and lover Darya to seek for reinforcements, respectively to the Duchess Sung of Hadun and to the Duchess Dasha of Vinevris.
In the north, the Night Lord had actually manifested Himself, taking the mental control of a huge horde of savage women, using the energy of their orgasms to charge Himself with magical power. Still in the impossibility to attempt to enslave Hailey directly, the Night Lord another potential victim He can easily claim...
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But Hailey, Daughter of the Sun, had not been the only woman being haunted by strange visions during that night. Far to the north, laying in her bedchamber inside the silence of her Royal Palace, Queen Artemis of Troygrove was immersed in an agitated sleep, her mind wrapped in the depths of a vivid erotic dream.
In her sleep, she found herself being lost in the depths of a lush, verdant forest, the warm rays of the sun filtering through the thick canopy of leaves, enveloping the woods into a golden and enchanting aura. The forest floor was carpeted with soft moss and an array of colorful wildflowers, their vibrant hues standing out against the emerald green backdrop. Birds were chirping merrily in the distance, and the gentle rustle of leaves accompanied every step taken by her bare feet.
She was nude as the day in which she has come to the world. Breathing in deeply, she allowed her lungs to be filled with the delicious earthy scent of the forest, feeling entirely at ease and at home in those natural surroundings. Beneath the weight of her naked form, the soft ground crunched satisfyingly as she walked, the coolness of the soil contrasting pleasantly with the warmth of her skin. The Queen's long, flowing blond hair cascaded down her back, unbound by any sort of adornment, swaying freely in the breeze.
The entire forest exuded a sort of unexplainable, mesmerizing charm, which seemed to call Artemis to lose herself completely into its green embrace, inviting her to delve deeper and deeper among the luxuriant trees, to explore further and ever more. An invite and a call to which Artemis found herself unable, unwilling to oppose.
Pushing aside some branches with her hand, as she opened her way through the dense foliage, she found herself facing a wonderful and enchanting vision. A small lake in the middle of a clearing, whose clear, limpid waters shone like thousands of tiny precious diamonds in the sun's rays, captivating her eyes immediately with their splendor.
Feeling full of joy and enthusiasm for such a discovery, she hurriedly ran to the banks of the pond, kneeling naked on the tender grass, among the myriads of fragrant flowers that dotted the lawn. Her hands cupped, she dipped her arms almost to the elbow in these welcoming waters, filling her palms with that cool, crystalline liquid.
The water tasted so wonderfully refreshing and pure. Artemis happily drank in greedy gulps, full of pure enjoyment, letting a few cold rivulets to freely run from the sides of her mouth, over her neck, falling onto her bare breasts, making her nipples to swell at the delicious contact with such freshness.
Satiated her thirst, feeling completely at peace in this small corner of paradise, she lay down on her stomach, letting her slender feet to dangle gently in the scented air of the forest, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her exposed skin, drawing absentmindedly circles in the water with her fingertip, humming and contemplating her own reflection in the clear waters.
She took long moments to admire her own features: at thirty-seven, she was in the prime of her feminine splendor and attractiveness, the soft mass of golden hair, framing a face whose hard and decise features, perfect reflection of her strong-willed personality, were made even more seducing by her eyes, wide and blue as the sky.
Artemis had always immensely loved her own image. Actually, it was the only thing in the world capable to awake arousal and desire in her. No other human being, either man or woman, was capable of arousing the slightest form of attraction in the icy Queen of Troygrove; even the few slave girls who occasionally shared her bed had been chosen due to their physical resemblance to her. The Queen of Troygrove had always loved and adored only herself.
To better indulge in her lonely passion, she had installed in her private apartments a gigantic mirror, which completely covered an entire wall from the floor to the ceiling. The mirror was her favorite plaything, her only true and most passionate lover. In front of it she could spend countless hours, gazing and admiring herself, totally naked, in a variety of erotic and sensual poses, arousing her own desire with the sight of her own body.
And when the plain mirror wasn't enough, the Queen had also her own secret place. An hidden octagonal room adjacent to her bedchamber, accessible only through a secret door whose existence was known only to her. Artemis was used to call it "the Ethereal Chamber of Pleasure"; every single wall of it was covered with the most polished silver plates, each of them providing a perfectly reflecting surface. Even the floor and the ceiling were covered by the same polished, mirroring material; the Queen could thus admire herself from every possible angle, contemplating every part, every curve, every detail of her body, while pleasing herself.
It was her most intimate place, a secret temple dedicated to the sacred cult of her own divine beauty, to the most shameless self-admiration, to the most unbridled autoeroticism. In the center, a large round bed, covered with silk sheets and soft pillows, surrounded by hundreds of scented candles, was the actual altar of such inner-sanctum, the place of her wildest and mind-blowing orgasms; locked in her secret room, the Queen felt free to scream her pleasure at the top of her lungs, knowing that no one would be able to hear her.
Yes, her own desire for herself was something she couldn't keep under control. And now, admiring herself in the reverberating pool of water such desire was ignited once again.
Suddenly, with a loud splash that caused Artemis's heart to jump, a beautiful woman emerged from the surface of the lake. For a few moments she remained perfectly immobile, submerged up to her waist, the water dripping from her long, golden wet hair onto her naked shoulders and breasts. Her large blue eyes stared at the Queen with an expression that was of total love and unconditional desire.
It took a moment for the Queen to realize that the beautiful woman in front of her was actually her own reflection turned alive, the very object of her most intimate erotic dreams.
As her astonishing counterpart slowly emerged from the water, approaching her one step at a time, Artemis found herself moaning louder and louder, as the excitement and an uncontrollable sense of pleasure started to spread through her body, getting stronger and more intense with every passing moment.