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“Come in and let us have a look at you.” he says. The warm glow from the crackling torches bounce shadows off of the royal walls. The young King Darien, along with his new bride, motion for Adara to enter their chambers. With the wave of Queen Nicole’s slender, but soft, hand the doors are quietly closed behind their summoned guest.

Adara was the daughter of her mother, Adoleah. She had been brought up in the kings castle and trained by her mother. This was no normal training though. This was special. Adara was trained how to deceive people into believing she was a goddess.

Her mother was recruited by the previous king because of her insatiable lust, and her beauty. It wasn’t a bad deal for the former prostitute. She persuaded their neighboring kingdom to worship her as a goddess. She changed their laws and demanded them to be as insatiable with their bodies as she was. And in return she and her daughter would be well taken care of.

Now, after years of training in sexual pleasure and desire, Adara gracefully walks into the royal chambers. My mother became a goddess she thinks to herself. Mother knew how to make the men mad with desire and the women too. Now its my turn.

“My word, she is a lovely one, isn’t she?” says Queen Nicole. Her eyes trace every inch and curve of the girl. The tight, black leather of her outfit hugs her skin like a fitted glove. “She seems very confident.” she says. Adara stands with her legs spread apart in front of the wall. She puts her hands against her wide hips and presents herself like a spoiled brat who thinks she is in charge. She lowers her angled brow and smiles playfully at them with her heart shaped lips.

“Indeed, it does look like that.” he says. His square hands reach for Nicole’s glass of wine. After carefully setting them on the table he turns to face Adara. “You should know better than to look at your king like that, girl.” he says.

“You may be my king, my lord, but I am your goddess.” Adara answers. She brushes a wisp of her long, blond hair behind her shoulder. As she places her hand back on her hip she leans her chest forward. Her breasts press hard against the leather top. Her lightly tanned, and toned belly curves down and fades into the shadow cast against her tight, black shorts by the fire.

“Ha-ha,” the queen laughs, “I think she really believes it.”

“I remember your mother,” King Darien says while walking toward her, “I was just a boy then. But I remember how curious I was about what she looked like under her little, black outfit.” his hand flicks at the dangling string holding her top together. “I guess in many ways I am still curious.” his fingers pull gently at the knot and unlaces the top rung.

“Even the king can not resist my power.” Adara whispers into his ear.

“Nor can the queen.” his wife Nicole says while walking behind her. The queens ivory evening gown gently clings to her smooth legs, while her mother like hips sway in rhythm. The lights bounce like sparks from the tiara nestled in her rusty colored hair. “You may be a goddess, my dear. But we are the ones with power here!”

Adara stands between them as Darien slowly loosens the string from her top. Adara shuts her eyes tightly and feels it slide against her chest as he unlaces her. Nicole lets her hands caress Adara’s shoulders and slide down to her waist. She gently grabs the sides of her shorts and looks over Adara’s shoulder at the king, who smiles back at her.

Suddenly his hands tear open the front of her top.