Comm: Queen (OC) Sinister demands more servants (Patreon)

Queen Sinister sat on her obsidian throne, her back tilted slightly to one side, as if the weight of her empire rested effortlessly on one hip. Her grayish skin gleamed under the enchanted torches, cool and smooth, a glow that highlighted every curve of her figure wrapped in dark fabrics sexy enough for a queen.

Her deep-set, black eyes shifted from face to face among those present. Her gaze sought submission, and when it found it, the queen's full lips curved slightly, satisfied.

With a slight gesture of her hand, she signaled a new wish. Wanting more loyal subjects, Sinister slowly lowered her leg, rising, allowing the silk of her robe to brush her skin, and, turning to a promising young man, she tested him.

Her long, delicate fingers traced shapes on the young man's arm, imagining him, testing him. No one fully knew her intentions, and she liked it that way. You may look, but no touching, unless with my permission. That was the promise, and that night, like all others, could always put him to the test. 🤭🔥