Page 10 of Queen Takes Darkness: Helayna
Aye, even dark alfar had needs. Not that we had many opportunities to indulge in sex. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been tempted to mate. Certainly not since Hel’s rivers went dry.
“You’re certainly taking this all fairly well.” Myrk gave her a disgusted, suspicious look. “We’re creatures of nightmare. Even Loki won’t mess with us. We can’t leave this realm, and Hvergelmir is no place for a living, breathing creature of Midgard.”
She turned her head and gave him a look that sent chills down my spine. The regal tilt of her head, the proud gleam in her eyes, the grim, determined slant of her lips. She was a queen indeed. The goddess Hel must be well pleased with Her daughter.
“I’ve been trapped, slowly devoured and crushed for what seemed like an eternity in the belly of a giant snake. Finding out the ones who saved me from that fate are dark elves isn’t that big a deal. So yeah, I guess I’m fucking taking it pretty well overall.”
Myrk dropped to his knees beside me. “Would you consider feeding on me too, my queen?”
“Yes,” she said simply. “I will.”
Svar knelt on her other side. “And me, my queen?”
Her lips quirked. “If you wish.”
I didn’t know what to say. In all the many years of my life, I had dreamed for impossible things. I’d dreamed of escaping this realm. Of seeing the sun without turning into stone. Or walking across a field of tall green grass dotted with wildflowers as a man in human form.
But never in a million years would it have dawned on me that I could have a queen. That she’d call me as her Blood. That I would be allowed to serve. And touch. And hold such a precious gift.
I would have wept tears of joy if I had such fluids in my alfar form.
