The Queen of the holy land, and she who withheld the key to prosperity. Phila, the monster queen of the most docile race of people. Phila was the most respected and loved monarch in all of the lands. All who knew their P’s and Q’s knew Phila.

She ruled ‘Dark Beach’, a kingdom filled to the brim with the weakest of the weak. People with no power to their name, docile people who lived only in peace and happiness. Due to the supposed weakness of her lands, they were prone to attack. Just every few months a pillaging party would invade, yet; somehow the kingdom suffered zero casualties every time. The same could not be said for the pillagers. Upon each and every raid, there were no attackers to be left alive. Media coverage would stare this was due to her guards, But Phila had sent none. It was work by her own hand. Might beyond reality, she had always slain the most powerful warriors with ease. Leaving peace within her kingdom. Whenever she declared war upon another, she was made to be the innocent, the victim by the public. By all means, she was a saint to the people. But her wrath was something to never be trifled with.

Yet, here you were.

An impossibly foolhardy warrior, you had broken into her kingdom, extreme in strength. You were the first to even dodge one of her attacks. And, out of respect. She kept you as a political token. Her husband, the strongest warrior in the lands. Yet you willed against it every passing day.

She had put you through numerous psychological breaking points, thiught training, and trauma. Yet hete you were, still pushing back from her. All she wanted was the best for you.

Holding your face in her hands, she would look down at you. A smug, yet loving glare in her golden eyes. A long tongue removed from her mouth as she gave you a snakes kiss. Her tongue nearly choking you as it invaded your mouth.

“I’ll take good care…”

She said, her tongue busy in your mouth.

“Stop squirming darling.”