The Queen walked through her palace, her footsteps echoing throughout the enormous room, a small smile on her face. She wore a pair of white lacy underwear and nothing else on her lower half, her long, pure white tail swishing from side to side behind her. A white corset went around her midsection, stopping underneath her breasts, lifting them up like a bra, but leaving them exposed, and a long, thin cloak, also white, was draped over her shoulders, flowing behind her as she walked, her feet encased in shining high heels. Her hair was blond and red and hung down her back, a long fringe covering half of her face, her lips shining red as well. A small length of white ribbon was wrapped around her neck, tied with a pretty, delicate bow on the right hand side.
She radiated power, and demanded obedience wherever she went. And she got it too. No one dared question her authority, no matter what she said. She smiled again, a little evilly, as she ran a hand over the marble balustrade, descending the staircase into her large throne room. She approached her chair -- large, heavily padded and surrounded with pillows -- and nodded at her servants who stood to attention, wearing roman-style robes and carrying long ceremonial broadswords.
She turned around and perched herself on her throne, resting back into a large red pillow, and with a wave of her hand trays of food and wine were immediately brought out to her and placed on the arms of her luxurious chair. She picked at a few pieces while her servants tended to her every comfort, until she became bored and clapped her hands. The servants parted and her messenger approached.
"Yes my Queen?" he inquired.
"Have my most fierce and faithful Warrior brought to my hall at once!" she demanded. He bowed out of the room and ran for the door. Before long she heard footsteps approaching and witnessed him returning. Behind him walked a figure that almost took her breath away, if she hadn't been training all her life to never loose her composure.
"May I present your hero, the mighty Warrior known only as Shadow, my Queen."
Shadow's body was muscle and yet not too bulky, dressed in tight blue pants and a black long sleeved robe, topped with a sleeveless leather vest. On his belt hung a sword and a knife sheath on opposite sides, and across his chest hung a belt that supplied the quiver for his arrows on his back. On the back of one hand a knifeblade protruded from his forearm gauntlet, the sharp edge facing directly outward, the flat edge at 90 degree angles from his arm, the blade curved slightly down, so it started to curve toward his knuckles, while the other wrist was sheathed in a gauntlet of metal, another blade hidden up inside its sheath on that forearm, which would slide out to face the flat side to the back of his hand, the double edged knife extending past his knuckles.
His eyes were a piercing blue, the colour of the icy Atlantic, flecked with their own small white icebergs, but this resemblance to the cold unforgiving ocean hardly spoiled his strikingly handsome appearance. His brown hair extended down to his shoulder blades, and was smooth and clean, and on his back sprouted two large black wings, the tips of his feathers tinged with dark green, currently folded inwards to tuck away. On his brow he had wrapped a band of cloth to hold his hair in place, no mark except for a small slash on the far left side that lined up with the scar that ran from his eyebrow diagonally up over the left side of his forehead into his hairline.
He bowed low, his battle gear making no rattling noise, and the queen waved all of her servants away, shutting the doors behind them. Shadow stepped forward to kneel on one knee before her, his head still bowed, his voice almost sensually pleasing to her ears.
"My Queen, what is thy bidding?" he said, averting his gaze down from her face to her perfectly smooth legs. The queen nodded and leaned down to place a finger under his chin, lifting his gaze up to hers.
"You may call me Mistress Kitten, if you wish to speak," she purred, staring deep into his blue eyes. He nodded, looking back, unwilling to break the gaze she sought.
"Yes Mistress," he said. She smiled standing up before him, her midsection level with his head. Gently, she ran a hand over his neck, fingers drifting through his wavy brown hair, down his back and up again as she bit her lip, choosing where to start.
"Stand, my hero, and loosen your weaponry." He stood up, her hand drifting down over his shoulder as he straightened, his wings spreading wide as he unclasped his quiver and laid it on the floor, followed by his sword belt. His gauntlet came off next, the blade large and menacing, then came the second gauntlet, less fearsome with the dagger sheathed. He stood up again and faced her, removing his armour vest and looking down at her.
She nodded, her hand on his arm. "Remove your shirt, my hero." And Shadow did, unbuttoning it to reveal his smooth, chiseled abs, his powerful arms and his slightly scarred chest, a particularly visible set being a trio of claw marks running across him. She caressed his chest before dropping her hand to his pants, pulling on them a little.
"And now...these, I think, could afford to be loosened." He obediently unclasped his pants, sliding them open at the front, his underwear visible now in the v-shaped space. She smiled at this, her tail flicking around excitedly, admiring the large bulge around his groin, then stepped back and allowed him to follow her, sitting on her throne, stretching out as Shadow stepped up in front of her.
Mistress Kitten took his hand and laid it on her chest, above her breasts as she looked into his eyes.
"Now, Shadow," she purred. "I want you to caress me, feel my skin beneath your fingers, the softness, the responsiveness..." she let his hand go and laid her hands on her pillows, lying back as he slipped his fingers over her chest, moving both hands down to rub over her breasts, cupping them in his hands and feeling them, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over her nipples, hardening with his touch. Mistress Kitten sighed as the felt her up, his naked chest pure candy for her to watch.
Shadow leaned in closer to run his hands up her shoulders and across her neck, sliding his fingers down it and back to her breasts, making her shiver slightly. She leaned in and whispered in his ear.
