Novel & Cerita Xenia Queen Nude

Every step sent fresh sparks through my over sensitive clit. “Tonight we test your survival skills properly,” Victor whispered hotly against my ear. “Stay quiet. Stay obedient. Or Langford hears about your little failures before his audit night.” They stripped me in seconds. The tiny dress pooled at my feet. I stood naked except for the collar, harness, and sky high heels. Rafe snapped a thin leather leash onto the collar ring and handed the end to Julian. “Crawl, Cum Queen,” Julian ordered softly. “Show the team how well trained you are.”

“What is wrong with you, Hazel? You’ve always wanted this. I saw it. Every time I touched Liora, I see the look in your eyes—” "Oh shut up,” I cut in."You're delusional. COMPLETELY delusional. You let your mistress bully your queen, mock her, parade around like she was the real queen. And now—because you suddenly feel bad, or horny, you think I’ll just roll over and thank you?” I laughed again, colder this time. “News flash, Your Majesty. This queen doesn’t spread her legs for men who aren’t worthy. And what just happened? That little mess you made?” I waved a hand between us. “It will NEVER happen again. Ever.”

Her words caught my attention, and I turned towards her, but then I hesitated since the vampire queen had turned down my request to go hunting with me. What was the need of going hunting when she wouldn't be there? The purpose had been defeated already, so it was no longer necessary. I was about to ask her to take them back when the vampire queen's voice sliced through the silence, "You?" She called firmly. "What's that your name again?" She asked, her voice stern and laced with anger. "My name is Cecilia," Xenra responded, her words dripping calmly as she spoke. "Good! You better remember your name." She spat, her words laced with anger and hatred for her.

“Because you are a queen, Leah. You don’t remember yet, but you’re meant for something greater than this. Kayden and Selena, they have tried to break you, but you’re stronger than they know.” I stared at him, confusion swirling in my mind. “I’m no queen,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m just… I’m just an omega.” Tariq shook his head. “You’re so much more than that. And I promise, I’ll help you remember who you truly are. But for now, we need to get you to safety.” I didn’t know if I could believe him. Everything in my life had been shattered, and now this stranger was telling me I was something I couldn’t even fathom.

A strange number called Xavier on the phone, picking the call up, it was Zeus, "Seems your woman got kidnapped, when I finally get my powers and throne, I won't hesitate to throw you to the dungeon, giving you a slow death, for all the shame you have caused me" Zeus said, his voice sounding deadly, "Its quite interesting I caused you shame, wonder how it will feel when I kill you with my powers, but remember, am still your king, even if you try taking the throne, even I know it won't work, but just know I was once your king"

Upon sensing James’ presence, she emerged gracefully from the midst of the blossoms and advanced toward him, guiding him into the manor. “Hey, I forgot to introduce myself earlier. I’m Xenia Qareem, a disciple of the Tempris House,” Xenia greeted with a smile. She was dressed in a white gown that exuded purity and a saintly aura. Her beauty was particularly captivating when she smiled, and two subtle dimples adorned the corners of her mouth.

No follow-up questions. He was waiting. Now he’d have to act. As I passed the list of invitees to Elvis, I caught sight of Xenia through the window. She was out in the garden again, sitting on the low stone bench beneath the willow tree. She wasn’t wearing anything formal. No crown. No layers of silk. Just a long, gray sweater and soft black leggings. Her hair tied back. One hand resting over her stomach, the other tracing something in the dirt beside her boot.

“Nova! You furry, hormone-drunken hellhound. Get out here and finish what you started!” Micah froze at the sight of her. Xenia was a vision of wrath and agony—skin slick with sweat, hair plastered to her face, legs trembling beneath neatly folded towels. Her hands clutched the frame of the bed like she was physically holding the veil between life and death from tearing. And even now, drenched in pain, she radiated fire. Micah stepped forward. “Xen–” Her head snapped toward him. “You!” She pointed a shaking finger. “Tell Nova to stop hiding in my spine and come take accountability for this biological betrayal!”

I look at the two figures beside her. “Hi! I’m Felix. Please call me they/them.” It’s the person who was next to me in the meeting hall. Their grin is huge, and now take a look at their tie-dye t-shirt, capris, and brown sandals. “Xenia,” the girl next to Felix says, with a shy smile. She’s short by werewolf standards. Probably like 5’5’’. She has long brown hair and brown eyes to match, and she’s wearing a cute yellow sundress, paired with black sandals. Oddly, has glasses on.