Never will Eleanor forget her first meeting with an adept of the Temple! She (for it was a woman) appeared at the hour when the queen and the whole court were celebrating in the throne room another victory of Eleonora-warrior, so now they called her, over the careless neighbor who had begun to rob the frontier villages. The feast was in full swing when She entered. For some reason, all eyes immediately rushed to the door, conversations subsided, the musicians stopped playing. The anger that swept over the ruler was quickly exhausted, as soon as the stranger cast a voice:

- The temple expresses its sincere admiration for the strategic talents of our blessed queen.

A bolt from the blue could not hit the ruler more than the sound of that voice. To say that he was beautiful means to say nothing. It was something unearthly: the gentle tinkling of silver bells, merging with the murmur of spring mountain streams. The overflows of this voice seemed to play on the strings of the soul, each cell of the body is cleansed and at the same time enrich with something light. Eleanor's heart beat faster, and she flushed all over. \ "If only the courtiers didn’t notice \", flashed through her mind. Together with the euphoria of the soul, the queen suddenly found a completely different consequence of the unearthly voice: bodily arousal. The woman didn’t know what was happening, but the waves of excitement were gigantic boulders, bursting with the power of the sea tide on all the erogenous zones of the body, causing even greater and greater excitement, while the messenger of the Temple moved with confidence to the throne, to the queen sitting on it, singing at every step her dignity. The influence of her own voice on others was not a secret for a stranger, and she was using it with a vengeance. As Eleonora managed to notice, the faces of all the ladies of the court were red like poppy flowers, and from their gusty breathing and lingering fans a real hurricane could rise. stone statues with tongues sticking out and they didn’t notice anything else. The stranger was dressed in a simple dark brown hooded hoodie, though not from sackcloth, as clergymen and hermits usually went, but from real silk. Seeing such luxury (silk was very expensive in this part of the world), the woman proudly seated on the throne a few moments ago finally collapsed, and only long heels of sandals that firmly rested on the marble floor did not let her finally slip from the throne. The servant of the Temple approached the throne for the etiquette, and bowed with grace, which no court lady could do, and those who had taught this since childhood. The queen with a monstrous effort of will suppressed the desire in response to the bow to spread her long legs in front of the stranger so that she could see the results of her influence on the royal persona. But if the desire turned out to be stronger, the stranger from the temple would see in front of her a naked female womb, carefully shaved and flowing with grease, the benefit of a short blue velvet dress would allow it to be seen. The queen also did not wear underwear, considering it inconvenient, especially in battle (she referred to military actions and feasts). The ruler in response bowed her head very low, much lower than it should be according to etiquette, and smiled shyly - she could not find the words. This awkward situation was reflected for the queen quite unexpectedly - she liked it. \ "Just an evening of miracles of some kind! \" - the excited woman thought to herself.

“Blessed Queen, will I be allowed to give you the message of the temple?”

- It is allowed, highly esteemed envoy of the Temple, - the etiquette turned out to be stronger than any feelings, however, the voice let out a little voice - it certainly didn’t sound like it should to the royal voice.

“Such a cheerful celebration should not be overshadowed by the bustle of state affairs, and therefore, should we not pass - the guest glanced quickly at the throne room - at a more suitable place.

“Y-yes, of course,” said the queen stammered, and moved toward the door to the next room, located on the left side of the throne.

She walked slowly, in short steps - a tight evening gown to mid-thighs (the latest fashion of the eastern kingdoms) and tall heels (just a tribute to fashion) will not give much relief. In the complete silence of the throne room, her sandals banged on the marble floor especially loudly, like the clatter of hoofs on the pavement in the dead of midnight. Eleonora specifically chose the highest heels, so that was the reason to refuse to dance to annoying gentlemen, and now paid for it. Slow steps she made her way to the exit in an atmosphere of absolute silence. That evening, wagging the royal ass while walking, especially underlined by its toilet, deprived many worthy husbands of the kingdom from a quiet sleep. And the youngest and hottest even organized a secret \ "club of worship of the royal part of the body, which is lower than the back \" or colloquially \ "the royal ass \", whose members pledged to chant all my life \ "the most charming queen with her most beautiful ass \". The ladies from that evening completely updated their wardrobe, throwing out all the shoes with heels below three inches, which led to a real panic in the shoe industry and the closure of many well-known shoe manufacturers.

The queen, whose gaze was turned only to the door, understood with some sort of sixth sense that all the attention of the hall had suddenly shifted from the stranger to her back, or rather to her buttocks. At any other time it would cause a surge of anger, which she was so famous for, but not now. Now she liked that all eyes were fixed on the rocking of the royal thighs, and indeed on her slender, tall figure. \ "Gods of Light and Darkness! What a humiliation! But why is it so pleasant to me that this humiliation?! \" Thought Eleanor then. \ "Is it really me? The one who always despised frilly dresses and emphasized female charms, preferring comfortable riding suits at ordinary times? The one who never pursued male admiration, seeking glory in the war? Ah, what does this witch do to me?! \ ”Eleanor, everyone in this room now seemed traitors who did not take the defense of her queen’s honor, but she was not angry at them. On top of everything else, her own body also began to betray her: swaying of the hips intensified to obscenity, her nipples hardened and broke to pierce tight fitting matter, a fire raged between her legs. A woman has never experienced such arousal. Barely she reached the exit and opened the door. Queen Eleanor was tall even by the standards of men — it was believed that the Merland rulers were descended from the Titans — therefore, in order to turn the door handle down, she had to sit down a bit, bending her long legs at the knees. Previously, before the ruler, all the doors were opened by servants, but now she played the role of a servant in front of the guest from the temple. The face of the messenger could not be seen, because of the tightly draped hood, but through the large eyes glittering from the black hood, a shadow of a grin ran through the large eyes that only the queen could see. With shame, Eleanor ran into the next room, inhaling the clean sea air coming from the coast. It was already deep night outside, and no sounds other than the sound of the sea surf reached this hall. Moonlight, penetrating through black clouds, illuminated a small hall with round columns in the center and a terrace facing the sea better than burning torches hanging on the walls.

The stranger silently stepped in next and closed the door behind her. No one followed them, even the eternal companions of the monarchs — the guards, since everyone knew that the Temple had never caused anyone any harm, much less would it harm the royal person.After the door was closed, music began to play again in the hall, small conversations resumed, and the dancing couples started dancing again, as if nothing had happened.

Eleanor seemed that she was going to go crazy now. The lust engulfed her all the way down to the smallest part of the body, every cell of the body literally yelled ...