Free Thralls of the Dark Queen Part 1: Falling Into Bliss by Echo Stardust Page A

scarlet haired natives.
    In contrast, Alexia practically broke out of her dress with her tall and curvaceous form. At the age of 21, she could not help but display her cleavage as her shift strained to keep her supple flesh contained. Lower, her bodice struggled to contain her, but her hourglass figure usually won out as her supple hips swayed in movement with her walking. Often, she’d let her long, crimson locks spill down her shoulders in an attempt to distract people from them, but it rarely helped.
    She had no end of male suitors, some even having the gall to court Echo just to get close to her. It angered Alexia, knowing that Echo would only be hurt when such suitors made their intentions known eventually.
    The village elders constantly chided her for ‘inciting the lusts of faithful, Gods fearing men’ and demanded she be more humble in her garments, only causing her to chide back “the Gods are the ones who made me this way!”
    Either way, it mattered very little to Alexia. She had little interest in men.
    “It is so easy for you.” Echo continued. “You’re just so outspoken and don’t care. I’m always afraid the elders are going to burn me for being a witch if I act out.”              
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    Echo had never been with a man carnally, but she knew of it. For a while, she was getting books from the old bookseller in the market square, a lecherous old man who would smuggle in books of bawdy tales for her. Alexia would chide her over this, not for any moral reason, but mainly because she knew the old lecher was trying to seduce one or both of them.
    The bawdy tales were mostly the same: a young woman craving release until the tall strapping and shirtless rogue came and had his way with her. Or a pirate, or a lecherous lord, or a dark stranger from a far off land. All of whom, coincidentally, happened to be shirtless.
    Echo would sometimes laugh with Alexia at how silly some of them were. Still, when Alexia wasn’t looking, Echo would often found herself reaching under her skirts and softly rubbing the lips between her legs, her finger burrowing in her snatch like a hungry worm, until she felt the spasms of pleasure.
    Sometimes, Echo felt a nostalgia for those stories. It had been too long since she had read them, mostly since the old Lecher was caught and flogged for “attempting to corrupt the youth of town”.
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    Alexia smirked. “Those old fools won’t do anything unless you really screw up. And even then they haven’t burned a witch in five summers. I doubt they would suffer a ruckus just because you looked a little too long at a shirtless man.
    Echo unclasped the cork of her water skin and eagerly suckled it down. Alexia spread her legs, splaying herself over the grass and basking in the spring air. She felt a warm weight on her belly as Echo set her head gently down upon it. The pair fixed their eyes upward to the blue sky, the sun barely masked behind a tuft of clouds.
    “Lexy, do you remember when that bard took you up here?” Echo felt oddly nostalgic as she felt her dearest friend’s belly swelling beneath her with each breath.
    “I remember he tried to sneak a hand underneath my skirts and I gave him a black eye.”
    Echo giggled. “And I was walking by, heard you yelling, and charged in, tossing my waterskin at him?”
    Alexia laughed. “He was so angry, screaming his breaches were worth more than our lives and he had rich friends and we’d be sorry before storming off.” She shook her head. “What did you think you were going to do with that waterskin?”
    Echo broke out into laughter. “I don’t know!”
    The two’s laughter died down. After a while, Echo spoke again. “Lexy… have you…”
    She stopped. Alexia reached down and squeezed her friend’s hand. “What is it?”
    Echo shook her head, shaking the thought away. “Nothing, it’s not important.”
    The two continued to gaze off into the clouds. Images of Jorn Craster’s naked flesh warmly