I Serve My Queen Inside Her Dreams Novels & Stories

Watched the way her eyes searched his—not for dominance, not for threat, but for meaning. She pushed herself up, bracing one hand against his chest, the other at the arm of the throne. The movement brought her closer, changed her angle, her body waking in small, fluid adjustments. The sheer red fabric slid along her thigh, whispering against his skin. Heat collected where she touched him. “…Queen?” she murmured. The word tasted unfamiliar in her mouth. Not frightening. Just strange. Apollo’s thumb paused against her cheek. “I dreamt,” she continued quietly, voice still soft with sleep. “Of fire again. Of her.”

It has been a terrible night for her, so much of her world has been upended, and now her nightmares are slowly showing her the truth. “My Queen I….” “And that…queen nonsense” she interrupts, holding her hand out, palm facing forward. “What is that all about? I’m just a girl from Oakland. Sure, I’m doing pretty well for myself but I’m far from rich, and trust me, I’m no queen.”

The Queen woke up too, My kind, what is the problem, you had the dream again? Yes I had it again. The woman still can't be identified.she must be a witch, said the king. A witch? I don't think so. Maybe. Just a dream my king. Or perhaps I should call the priest, you know she sees everything. Ifatunde

I TRIED GETTING UP MY QUEEN YOU NEED TO REST AND GET WELL BEFORE YOUR MATE RETURNS PLEASE LAY DOWN I WAS CONFUSED BY HER BEHAVIOR BUT I OBEYED. I AM NOT YOUR QUEEN MY NAME IS THALIA PLSS JUST CALL ME BY MY NAME OKEY THALIA YOU NEED GOOD REST BEFORE DOMINIC GETS BACK OK WAIT WHAT THAT EVIL MAN IS COMING BACK 😳😭🥺 PLSS EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE FINE THALIA, ITS LIKE SHE COULD FEEL MY FEAR

I called out. The door creaked open before someone popped their head in. What a rude animal! “What do you want?” I snapped. “Queen,” the voice called. Queen? What a cruel joke. The owner of the voice walked in before bowing her head. “Good morning, my queen,” she greeted. “I’m Dema.” I scoffed. “Why are you here? What do you want from me?” “I’m here to serve you at the King’s request,” she said, walking towards me.

Me::: queen I most say your the best so far' Queen;; do you mean despite all your sexual partners no lady has ever given you the way I do? Me;; I know if I say yes you don't believe me but that's the truth. Queen:: wow, so if that's the truth why can't you just stick to me alone since am giving you the best s*x. Me:: Hmmmm I would have really loved to but I know its impossible, you know if I stocked to my ex I won't have discovered you, so you see, Queen:: So you're still searching for someone more than me, I can see you want to die johnny.

"I'll keep marking you until everyone knows that you're mine. Until there's no room for doubt. With diamonds, with lovebites, with handprints on your ass and your thighs and your throat so they all fucking know whose queen you are." All I can do is moan. He thrusts deep and my pussy spasms and my head swims and finally, finally, my legs can't take it anymore. I fall off Viktor's cock and go slithering to the ground—but that's fine, because when I turn around, he's still right there. I act without thinking, like his hands and his words have turned me into exactly what he called me. His queen. His perfect slut. And God help us both, that's exactly what I want to be.

He holds me tighter, wrapping his arms around me like a shield. But something inside me is still unsettled. The visions... the cries of blood... the betrayal in the air. Everything felt too real to be just a dream. It felt like a message. A warning from the universe. I remain still in his arms, but my eyes stay wide open, searching the shadows of the room, haunted by the final words I heard in that dream world: “Kill her. Kill the Queen.” Who is coming for me? And when will they strike?

“I’ll keep marking you until everyone knows that you’re mine. Until there’s no room for doubt. With diamonds, with lovebites, with handprints on your ass and your thighs and your throat so they all fucking know whose queen you are.” All I can do is moan. He thrusts deep and my pussy spasms and my head swims and finally, finally, my legs can’t take it anymore. I fall off Pasha’s cock and go slithering to the ground—but that’s fine, because when I turn around, he’s still right there. I act without thinking, like his hands and his words have turned me into exactly what he called me. His queen. His perfect slut. And God help us both, that’s exactly what I want to be.

Queen Isle snapped, standing up from the bed. "Y-yes, my queen!" Shawn replied, and his fading footsteps were heard next. Queen deeply sighed, she wiped her forehead as she slumped back on the bed. "Why are you staring at me like that, huh?" She asked the black witch. "You ain't rightfully serving the temple as it should be," the black witch informed, steely. "I am!" Queen Isle stated to her, firmly. "You are not, Isle! Your body goes there every night but your mind is no longer serving it —I'm afraid, what if he succeeds to escape from his cage?" The black asked, and queen Isle sprang to her feet on hearing about her *NIGHTMARE*