Epilogue
Agniherm
Fire
Fields of fire coated her vision. She smiled when she sealed her eyes shut and saw millions succumbing to torture by having their insides burned before their outsides could incinerate.
Blood coated the dark burned grass. Blood that turned rivers red.
The light that would course through her when she felt the glorious feeling of fear that only she could have caused.
Screams, she wanted to hear their screams. She ached for it.
"Fire," she moaned out, wanting to hear the begging of innocents beneath her feet.
She wanted to break them. Take all their hopes and beliefs.
Wanted to squander it beneath her feet and spit on it.
Her long luscious, honey blonde hair curled around her waist while she rocked her hips on the hard length of the beautiful man inside her.
She smiled more when her imagination graced her with the scent of smoke and ashes.
She was getting close, and she felt triumphant when the man beneath her reached for her sensitive spot and rubbed furiously.
It would be the fourth orgasm he'd given her this morning.
She screamed out louder, chanting the word 'fire' over and over.
Rocking her hips faster, accelerating her rhythm; her insides squeezing around him when she heard how hard her skin was beginning to smack against his.
Her long pointed nails raked across his abs and then pulled onto his dark ebony hair, riding him like the ferocious creature she was.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a final wail, announcing her orgasm.
"Fire!" Her blood red eyes shot open, fast enough so she could watch the man tense beneath her and let out a muffled groan.
His seed slowly trickling down her thigh.
She smirked to herself, knowing he'd never gone as far to come inside of her; she wondered if it was a virtue he would have liked to keep.
She slid off him, not caring to slide on a robe as she opened her balcony doors.
Trailing her finger along the stone wall.
Sweat glistened on her perfect unscarred body; she leaned across the railing, gazing at her small growing kingdom, admiring the charred black stone walls once scorched to drive out the refugees occupying the castle.
The stone endured, she mused, "Humans were so fragile.
They burn so easily." She thought dejectedly to herself.
Her eyes fell on the Lunar Fields before her, still lush with dewy grass.
It would be her project to burn it all to ash.
A sudden fury of knocks on the door drew her attention away from her renovation planning.
Frustrated, she turned. Everyone knew better than to disturb her mornings.
She glanced at her lover, who avoided her gaze as he pulled on his pants.
Ripping open the door revealed a man in red and golden armour wearing her red flame sigil.
The guard gulped audibly, knowing better than to look at her bare body, and then spoke, "Princess Aideena, I apologise for the disruption, but we have seen sightings of your agniherm crossing through the border, it came from the west." His voice trembled and stumbled over himself, yet there was relief in finally getting it all out.
The sooner he could leave her side, the better.
"Thank you, Otto." Aideena smiled, turning her back. Otto thanked the Gods, because it seemed that she was in a good mood today. Otto began to retreat and then stopped in his tracks when she called out to him. "Oh, and Otto?"
"Yes, Your Highness?" Otto turned around to see the man behind Aideena shaking his head in disappointment; she was smiling sinisterly at him.
And he immediately knew he had made a mistake because today would be his last day on Terran.
Otto still shielded himself instinctively as he erupted in flames that ate away his skin and boiled his eye sockets.
She made it slow and painful. And when his heart stopped beating, she turned him into ash.
"That is for the mistake of addressing me as princess.
I am the Queen." She slammed the door and then returned to her balcony.
"It's only a shame that the whole of Terran doesn’t know it yet, but.
.. they will soon." Aideena shrugged. And there, off in the distance a bird of fire and cruelty, just like its master, flew toward her.
It was magnificent, she created her creatures to be of perfection.
This was her agniherm, vicious, fast, and dutiful.
She would trust no other being with messages.
The fiery claws of the bird landed on her arm, the warmth of it making her shiver in pleasure.
"Me tione," she purred; which translated to 'my essence.' The agniherm placed a golden encased scroll onto her palm. Aideena caressed its beak and took the scroll. Tugging upon the lid and undoing a written message that bore her father’s wax stamp.
"What does Father dearest want now?" Aideena rolled her eyes and then read the contents of the scroll.
The fires within the palace grew stronger and the heat within the castle increased a tenfold.
Her excitement grew, and she immediately knew that she would be needing a fifth orgasm to fulfil the wanting need inside her.
To claim, to take, and to conquer. She suddenly had a brilliant idea.
She walked briskly to her room and called out to her lover, who lifted a dark shirt onto his broad shoulders.
"I have exciting news and a mission for you.
Your sister is alive! Isn't that great? Now, you get to kill her yourself.
Bring her head to me, will you?" She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing along it.
Araysh froze in his movement, and then with determination said, "With pleasure, my Queen." And he meant it, for he was once the Prince to the Kingdom of Darkness and he would bring upon vengeance by avenging his people and killing the very thing that had slaughtered them all, including his parents.
Saiya should have remained dead. Were his last thoughts before he was pushed onto the bed by his Queen.