Saturday Story 2024 – Week 29 (The Black Queen: Legend – Part 9)
This unique take on the world of The Black Queen continues today on my Patreon. This tale plays with the ideas of the original stories and turns them upside down in unexpected ways. It will be a long multi-parter with plenty of surprises along the way. Synopsis below:
When Jeremy is tasked with writing a piece about an erotic urban legend, he discovers some truths are better left buried.
In today’s installment, Laura does some digging of her own while Jeremy has another strange mental experience with The Black Queen. The plot thickens.
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A small excerpt is available below:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/108510973
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Meanwhile, Jeremy and Deirdre were enjoying their hearty meal. The food was delicious and so was the wine. He still had many questions to ask but the businesswoman preferred to eat in peace. The silence between them grew with each bite and he found himself reminiscing about his strange dream once again. The Black Queen was towering over him, demanding his absolute obedience and he couldn’t help but want to give it to her. He saw himself back at the warehouse, leaning to kiss her boots, and then the scenery changed.
Jeremy was now standing in an opulent mansion, surrounded by lavish décor and intricate tapestries adorning the walls. The air was thick with the scent of exotic flowers and the soft glow of crystal chandeliers illuminated the grand hall he stood in. The cool marble floor felt smooth beneath his bare feet as he looked around in awe.
He was naked, save for a black collar around his neck that was both restrictive and comforting. The collar seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, filling him with a sense of submission and desire that he couldn’t quite explain.
As Jeremy walked through the mansion, he passed by ornate statues of mythical creatures and shimmering fountains that whispered secrets of times long past. Each room he entered was more luxurious than the last, with plush velvet furnishings and gilded mirrors reflecting his every move.
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