Rayera padded down the pathway of kings, balanced tightly on the fancy pair of high-shoes she wore. Listening to the flatter of her rhythmically beating heart, she wished for nothing but this moment to end. Not so Long ago, her services were requested by one of the most influential faces in the 'Seducing woods' brothel. It was no other than the queen of the gray shades herself. Maids barged into her room with swift hands and hurrying footsteps, carrying decorated robes and fur dresses, and they spent quite the time preparing her body for what's to come. At that moment, the young Rayera never knew extravagance could suit her humble background so well.

"Keep going" the veiled maid of the queen urged her with a dry voice. "make sure to serve your queen well, and perhaps, the maiden of the sea might smile upon you someday". A hidden message that was spoken so bluntly, told her that she might be rewarded for her troubles. She, however, had a sudden slither of doubt crossing her mind. 'what if I fail, what if I can't satisfy her urges?'. She felt compelled to utter these lingering thoughts, but one knew better than to commit treason in the 'Seducing woods'.

"listen here, young girl... behind that door stands one of the most beautiful women in Portelin. Through the slummy grounds, across the red fields of lingering gangsters, down the mystical black markets, past the 'Seducing woods' 'wandering woods' 'dawnbringing woods' and their rich whore houses, everyone heard of her, Yet few recognized her face and none knew her name. They called her the queen of gray shades, and now, you are at her service" the veiled lady's tone caused the pretty Rayera to further distress. How uncanny was it that the maid could whirl and follow her nervous steps so perfectly, always maintaining an adjacent distance between them both. Rayera, once again, hatched another line of doubt and curiosity in her mind that further corrupted her thinking. Hesitant as she was, Rayera quickened the pace, wishing to waste no more time.

"don't disappoint her" the maid repeatedly told her with a shallow tone. Rayera couldn't help but look back for a quick glance over the joint of her shoulder, only to see a face that was just as arid as the melody. She immediately regretted her decision.

As dreadful as the march was, Rayera eventually found herself getting nearer to the door. High walls and mighty pillars that extended abroad held everything just in place. shapely night-lamps and a torrent of lavish candles flooded the pathway of kings with a subtle hollowness that gave an air of pompousness, making the place live up to its name. Rayera never believed in the rumors of this hall-like passage, only when a person witnessed the miracle with his own eye did he believe in magic tricks.

Both Rayera and the veiled maid stopped before a long hunkered, dark door. The latticed grille pressed closer on each end of the entrance. The stiff lady slid out a fan from underneath her robe, took two steps forward before leaning with a roguish yet graceful figure. Two gentle knocks echoed gently, yet thundered like a storm in Rayera's heart. Across the pathway, the noise of the stone-faced maid was heard. "My lady, I have brought the girl". Rayera's golden curls tangled from reverberation, her pretty doll-like face sunk to a degree. Innocent nervousness clouded her mind for the whole duration of the exchange.

"come in" a voice that sent tranquil waves rustling through the door reached them.

The maid finally opened the door and what greeted Rayera's sight was something beyond magical… tapestries… lots of them, arranged in a delicate manner to cover the lightly-painted walls. The figure sitting in a king sized bed struck Rayera like a thin string of light in a dark tunnel, her body was just that striking after all. Slowly, the blonde girl started seeing shapes that took form around her, beautiful pink smokey clouds that enticed her innocent mind, easing her senses through and through. For the first time in her life... Rayera felt the crippling lust overshadow her reasoning.

"she's perfect, Magi, way too perfect." the queen of gray shades eyed her body as if it was a delicacy. Blue Eyes, shameless as they were, bound her with lechery.

"... Way too perfect" she kept speaking, breathless. "you have done a great job" even when sending off the Magi, her gaze stood vigil at Rayera's hair and doll-like face.

"... Thank you, my lady" with that being said, the veiled Magi left the dungeon-like room with the same composed, stiff steps. Sounds were left unanswered as the door was shut behind, leaving the two women alone. Rayera felt her heart skipping many beats, more than she thought was possible. The atmosphere was... Strange.

"How old are you, little girl?" the queen had a falling brown hair that shined even in such a clouded environment. Her light sleep-dress did nothing but hide outlines of her shapely figure. Rayera wasn't sure but perhaps the queen was younger than her.

"fourteen, my lady…" Rayera felt weirdly attracted. Something about the queen's demeanor, graceful figure, exotic Portelinian accent drove her into ambiguous longing.

"oh no no no" the queen shook her head disapprovingly before mumbling softly. "you will address me properly from now on"

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"... Yes, my lady"

"come on, you can do better than that"

"... Yes, my… queen" Rayera tried desperately to hide her raging desires and emotions. The atmosphere clenched her throat like a shadow, urging her to pounce at the queen, but she held it in, barely.

"Men are not easily enticeable nowadays , dear. A pretty girl such as yourself will do good to remember… gracefulness, delicate behavior, lucid movements, soft enchanting tone, flowery smell… all are a woman's weapon. Not everything can be solved with good looks. The most inferior of us will serve as playthings, while the special kind will… enchant a man's mind and seduce his whole being." She sat on the bed in a humble yet dominating posture. She commanded in her usual alluring voice."take off your clothes… strip in front of your queen"

"yes, my queen" Rayera felt herself losing focus. Her mind shifted focus, drifting elsewhere as she slid across the gorgeous dress that hugged her young body and young features. Clumsily and awkwardly, she removed her dress and let it tangle across the floor. "now come here…" another command was issued and Rayera edged closer to the massive bed. Only now did she notice the pinkish canopy, she felt something wrong with her senses and the sensations kept fading into nothingness. She wiggled her fingers in front of her face, steadied her breathing and calmed her nerves for a moment. Her naked body quickly found it's way inches away from the beauty's body. An irresistible desire played with her mind, causing her hands to brush past the layer of clothes that stood between the queen's milky flesh and hers. With a quick work of nimbleness, she unsheathed the sleep-dress like one would brandish a sword from its holder.

*gulp* the sight that greeted her vision caused another influx of questionable actions. She brushed her hands across the queen's body. The soft milky flesh that didn't seem to stop quivering even at the slightest of teasings melted away everytime she swiped. Her queen's eyes rolled to show dangerous amusement. 'this is treason' she kept silently telling herself. 'this is treason' again and again she spoke like some kind of a silent parrot… 'this is treason' she knew that, but the exhilarating feeling of doing something forbidden washed away whatever remained of her innocence. Not to mention, those pinkish cloud kept howling and urging her with roaring lust and desire.

"Do you like what you see?" seemingly unbothered by the touch, the queen reached out with her hands and removed the tie that kept Rayera's blonde hair restrained… For that moment, Rayera could have sworn that she saw some kind of devil-like stare… one that overflowed with intense, wild, unhinged, strong emotions… ones that were kept fettered to the queen's heart for too long… now, it's as though they have been let loose.

"Yami… you will be Yami for the night. oh, pretty one." the queen with a hungry, beastly smile played with Rayera's blonde curls for a long time… this instance, as if lady lust herself touched her, Rayera held the need to scream in delight as the queen's dove in with her smiling lips. She felt her entire body swelling and melting away under the soft yet aggressive bites and touches…

"Yami… scream my name" every time she licked her thighs, neck, breasts, the queen would utter the name Yami. Writhing snakes of lust were threatening to be released at every moment. Rayera was driven to the end of her limit, "MY… QUEEN!" she screamed, louder than she ever did in her life as she released her first stream of 'innocence' and laid down for a catch of breath.

"oh, sweet Yami… how could you be so handsome, so charismatic, so… Perfect. Every time I command, I find faces that wouldn't care as much as to take a moment and think, before questioning my decisions… but when you speak, sweet Yami, they… No… we, can only obey. Is it because you are a man and I'm a woman?! Just what am I lacking. oh my sweet, lovely Yami…" the queen of gray shades whispered in anger and lust. She brought one her hands and choked Rayera, the other played with both her breasts. She positioned herself upwards, laying on Rayera's tired body and just like two scissors entangling each other, both women commenced another session of love-making.

"Ahhh. Yami… Yami… what do you only look at that stunted, mute fool… Do you only see me as a mere orphan girl?! Every single time you talked sweetly to me, you wanted something in return…" Jade's voice twisted in complexion. She moaned in pleasure at one time, another moment she talked... On and on, with her rage at the silent body of Rayera.

"Yami, did you know that I'm a horrible person?… hmm yes, I know… I truly understand now… maybe… maybe… is it because… I'm a horrible person?" she kept asking and questioning, even though none was around to answer for her. It was the definition of madness.

"... While dining, one time you dissed my talk for a young, beautiful servant girl… later that day, I 'accidently' slipped some of that vile, serpent poison into her throat… When dusk befell us, Meya the servant girl of that tavern died with her skin softening to a mush, and the slow horrible pain of that horrid thing followed her all the way to an early deathbed… Yami, I know I'm probably the worst woman in this world… but… Why are you so intriguing, so flawless, so… Perfect?... Did you not kill anyone before?..." the queen roared with her hips moving once again. Their long, hungry moans dwindled the smell of the aphrodisiac the queen used in the room.

"..." Rayera's figure grew silent as the queen took over this session of pleasure. Her choking sounds fed into her lust and jerked her closer to another orgasm.

"AHHHH" Rayera screamed for the second time, feeling another rush of jolting hormones.

"Yami, scream for your queen… For Jade!" the queen nudged herself away, letting a waterfall of liquid fall on Rayera's body.

The heat of the session could be felt from a mile away. The air stank of womanly scent and other lines of strong smells. The two women of the night fell gently on top of the sumptuously embellished bed. Strains of their nightly activities wetted the gorgeous material, as their moment of pure bliss just ended.

Unexpectedly, the maid Magi entered the room and despite not getting any permission from her queen she picked up the body of Rayera and drove back into the entrance of the room.

"shall I take care of it, my lady?" before proceeding with the cleaning, she spoke. Her tone was shrouded in coldness.

"The green rot, they call it. A poison that's not easily found even in the black markets of this city. Light as beer, sweet as summer wine, tasteless and colorless as water. It is a product of beauty that perfectly does the job without leaving any loose ends or trails to cover. Make sure to use it carefully, and wisely of course…" Jade the nightingale, feeling wasted for the night, uttered with a prayer-like voice. Her former emotions… feelings… all were gone, as in a puff of smoke. Now, her look was back to the usual mildness she often displayed.

"I shall do as I'm commanded, my lady" once she left, Jade wore the sleep dress form before, preparing herself for a long bath.

"Yami… I'm such a horrible woman" she wept tears that night. Those droplets of salty water were faker than a crocodile's. A crocodile that mourned the death of its prey.