Christopher - Alisha's one true love.
"Christopher!" Natasha bellowed.
A tall black man quickly ran into the room and made his way over to Natasha. This man was suspected to be part elf and had been a former Monk. He was the one and only man Alisha, the Amazonian Goddess had ever loved. About three years ago Natasha seduced the attractive lover into her bed. Once he was in her grips she sunk her vampire teeth into his neck and drank of his blood. Now, forever he is cursed to be her slave. He stood silently waiting for the Damned Queen to speak. She looked him over carefully and purred, "mmmm... you'll do just fine."
She raised her eyes to everybody else in the room and screamed for them to be gone. Like ghosts the group vanished into thin air in a matter of seconds, with the door closing behind them. Natasha now stood on the steps that lead up to her thrown, in front of her was the cursed Christopher. "Well, what am I going to do with you?" she mused. "Lick my boots," she told him.
Natasha began to laugh out loud when the man lowered himself to his knees. Her laugh became an evil grin when Christopher brought his mouth to her foot and started licking her boot. It was a high heeled, black, leather boot. His tongue moved easily over the smooth and shiny surface, until she pulled her foot away from him. "Stand up!" she commanded. Christopher did as he was told and waited for her to give the next order.
"Now, tell me what it was like to make love to Alisha," Natasha asked devilishly.
The black man was quiet for a few minutes, as if he could not answer the question. Then, his face showed that he knew the answer. Over the last couple years his mind had been locked away inside his head, Natasha controlled his thoughts through his lust for vampire blood, and only allowed him to certain parts of his past. Up until now, the memories of Alisha had been erased from his present mind. When Natasha had told him to tell her about Alisha it unlocked the door to that information. Natasha knew it was a risky thing to do, but she couldn't resist knowing more about her nemesis.
"It was heaven, my Lady," Christopher began, "she was everything that reminded a man of what it felt to be alive."
"Describe to me how the sex was..." Natasha smoothly asked.
"I recall a mid-summer night's rain, Alisha and I ventured out to enjoy the rain and our bodies. There was a large bolder on top of the lookout hill and we made our way up there. Immediately we began to make love with the rain beating down on our naked bodies. She wrapped her long, powerful legs around me as I slammed her against the bolder. I plunged into her with all my length and she rode my shaft, trying to impale herself upon it." Christopher paused.
"Pretend I am her and do to me what you did to her," Natasha instructed.
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