Chapter 59. Queen of Persia

Cold chills drift down her spine as sensations of throbbing pleasure rip through her veins. Everywhere is without a glimmer of light, yet bright energy corrodes her insides, giving her some inexplicable life in such a pure form she cannot describe. She finds her moaning and groaning from intense pleasure as her core grows damper by each passing second.

It is as if she has given herself away to the blackness and the dark forces within — some forbidden lure lurking as the crevices of oblivion— and is not remorseful about it. But out of no where a dense presence eclipses her senses. Her insides clench. She finds herself laying on her back with her arms spread as though she were a captive to some mythical creature. Her state of euphoria quickly begins to wane, paving way for helplessness and freight.

She tries to move but her body seems paralyzed. She tried to scream but her voice is enshrouded by a burning energy. Then she begins to sense some fingers creeping up her thighs