Sayuri was in absolute bliss, though she did not yet know her limits. As Tamwyn increased the power of the raiton that coursed through her as he climaxed two things happened. An appreciative moan would escape her lips and the sparks she had seen during her own climax would expand to overtake her entire field of vision, rendering her unconscious.
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The world was quiet as Sayuri walked slowly through the field of wildflowers, it was quiet but not silent. The snowdrops whispered to her as her gown gently brushed against them, the thin dusting of snow beneath her feet providing the percussion to the symphony of cicadas that could be heard all around her. It was the type of resounding silence that Sayuri could appreciate. No other people, no deafening sound of electric light or the creaking and settling of manmade structures. Just the sweet serenity of nature as the deep indigo of the sky filtered star and moonlight onto her small form.
As she moved through the field towards its center she noticed a pile of ice forming, the closer she drew to it that faster it formed and she quickly saw that it was turning into a throne made of remarkably clear and pure ice. Tentatively she would reach a pale and small hand towards the throne and as her fingers touched the seat small tendrils of black smoke seemed to form inside the structure, emanating from the tips of her fingers and gradually spreading throughout the crystalline structure. As the ice transformed from brilliant clarity to murky shadow she felt a pang of pain and tightness in her chest.
“Something is wrong” was all she could utter as she recoiled and pulled her hand back as though she had burned herself.
In answer to her statement a low melodic male voice came from behind her.
“I’ve brought you a gift, Sayuri.” Turning on her bare heel she found herself face to face with a
tall beautiful man. His hair was as pale as his skin, shot throughout with strands of silver and gold that shone in the moonlight. His features were sharp, with high cheekbones, pointed nose and a prominent jawline, giving him a distinctly avian appearance. This theme was found in his clothing as well, diaphanous fabrics that hung from his shoulders in pale neutral tones that gave the impression of wings. Her initial start from hearing the man’s voice was quickly overshadowed by her curiosity. She had assumed she was alone in this peaceful clearing, but now that she knew she wasn’t her mind easily conformed to the new narrative.
“What is it?” she asked as she took a step closer to the mysterious bird man. She had to know, she was so rarely paid attention to, it was like a compulsion that she was drawn to those that focused on her. Holding out his hand he would gesture to the darkened ice throne.
“It’s just a seat. Nothing more. But if you sit upon it and gaze outwards it will show you your dreams. But this is not a gift for an ordinary woman.” He would move up to her as he spoke, gently placing his hands on her shoulders, standing close enough for her to feel his breath intimately against her skin as he leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“This is a gift for a Queen.” She would shudder as his words touched her ear, there was power in them and she felt it course through her as she raised her own hand to his face and caressed his cheek softly.
“No one gives anything away for nothing. What would you have of me?” She could still feel something was wrong, somewhere in the back of her mind a long forgotten voice called out in alarm. She silenced the voice as she took a step closer, pressing against his lithe form and feeling the heat in her core rise. She was curious to a fault, feeling the lure of temptation and power stronger than most, and now was no exception. The future she imagined of sitting on a throne and ruling as she pleased, wielding great and terrible power, the thought of that promise was all consuming. All she wanted, all she had
ever wanted was to be noticed, to
matter. It was an addiction she could not escape.
The ghostly pale and icy cold man pressed his forehead to hers, staring deeply into her sapphire blue eyes and speaking words that her heart longed to hear.
“Just fear me. Love me. Do as I ask, and I shall be your slave.”Her breath caught in her throat and without thinking she would raise her head to capture his lips in hers, and as they kissed the world transformed around the pair. They lifted from the ground, spinning slowly in each other's arms as the snow fell and the starscape became a prison of ice that held her within its sphere.