Scp Black Queen Novels & Stories

Penelope’s breath caught as she took in the craftsmanship, her fingers itching to trace the delicate designs. “These will be your quarters,” Thanion said, reaching for the handles. But as he pushed the doors open, a sound cut through the air, freezing them both in place. Loud, unabashed moaning. Penelope’s face burned as her eyes darted to the source of the noise. There, sprawled naked across the bed, was a spectral woman. Her glowing form was striking, her hair a cascade of silver fire spilling over her shoulders. She lay wide-legged, her movements slow and deliberate as she pleasured herself.

“Let her struggle for a day or two. Leave behind two guards and instruct them to save her once she collapses.” “But, Regan….” There was a long pause. “She’s already left.” “You mean to say that she could drive out of the swamp and only our people are stuck?” “To overtake her, we took a few wrong turns…. And then, we got stuck…” A shrill buzz rang in the room, and the screen flashed with a warning. ‘Security alert: Unknown presence detected.’ The screen glitched for half a second and then flashed with a blue screen. ‘Identity verified: Lily Smith.’

Her warriors immediately rushed to her side, but they hesitated at the edge of the booby traps, growling in frustration. Scar stepped closer to me, his voice low but urgent. “Are you insane? You just attacked their queen. They’ll rip us apart.” I shook my head, my breathing ragged but steady. “No, they won’t. Not yet.” My gaze fixed on the Wolf Queen as she rose, brushing herself off like the fall was nothing. Her sharp eyes locked with mine, blazing with fury and pride.

"She's a ghost. And you dragged a ghost into our house." The table was quiet. Felt the weight of it. Five pairs of eyes doing math. Varek's hands tightened on the back of the chair. The leather creaked. "She's my wife," Varek said. "My blood covers her. That's all this table needs." "Is it?" Syris smiled again. "Because what I hear from Sector Four is that you bought a girl to cover a debt. That she's not a wife. She's a prop." He looked at me. "No offense."

I said threw gritted teeth. “Again, revenge for what?!” Alpha Nik boomed pressing his Alpha command out. It wasn’t until just now that I realized that Derek had stepped out into the hall, and I heard him on his phone. “This bitch got everything and we got nothing! We don’t even have mates yet and she gets a mate and get’s to become a fuckin Queen?! It’s bullshit!” Ella answered.

Whoever had done this was close too close. “They’re watching us,” she said quietly, her voice more growl than words. The underbrush to her right rustled, the sound deliberate. Luca was there in a blink, blade drawn, ready to strike. What stepped out wasn’t a rogue. It was a man tall, scarred, and cloaked in black. His eyes glittered like cold steel, and his mouth curved into a smile that never reached them. “Alpha Queen,” he drawled, his voice smooth as oil. “You’ve been… difficult to find.”

It’s taking every ounce of my self-control to not yell at her as I fuck her. “Ahoy, matey!” she exclaims as she wraps herself around me in a wet hug, her naked body flush with mine. Oh, fuck. She pushes her pussy against my lower stomach, just a few inches north of where I want her. I want to bury myself deep inside her, as the shockwaves continue to zap through my entire body. She’s my mate. “Welcome to my oasis! I am Sapphire, Queen of the Deep Beyond. I rule over all the fishies in the darkest seas. Who are you, clown?”

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

She has no words, leaving all her dignity as a queen, as a woman, she asked, "So what do you want me to do your highness?" He chuckled annoyingly before he came near to her, very near to her neck, and whispered in her ears, " Remove your clothes, my queen, let me see you naked, everything, not even a single thread must be on you" she quivered as if a current has passed through her body, she clenched her fingers holding her dress tightly, she thought for a second, "I can't do that, I can't.... "

But they'd forgotten what it felt like to stretch in a smile. Her name was Jerika Krester - the powerful Alpha Queen that was a terror to many.