3.22|Tiny Queen in the Void

 

3.22|Tiny Queen in the Void

 

In the Void Realm, Protlyn sat on her obsidian throne. Sandra continued to ride on Theo's back as he carried her down the aisle. Her attention turned to the thousands of Jezinkah on each side relishing each other's forms wild, vivid erotic pleasure. Their minds and bodies had gone on to a new level of blissful ecstasy, leaving Sandra very curious. He finally kneeled before Protlyn, Sandra sitting comfy with him as a chair and looking up at the Ethereal Empress.

"Why do you look so uncomfortable, your Eminence?" Protlyn asked.

"You look familiar." Sandra said. She turned her head back and forth around

Protlyn. "Have we met before?"

"No, I don't think so." Protlyn said.

Protlyn stood up and gave Theo a wave and helped Sandra off as they walked off together, the rest of the Jezinkah following behind faithfully. She took off her necklace right in front of Sandra, with the fade of a bright light now stood Raelyn and Protas.

"It has been many a year since I have had the pleasure of meeting your

majesty."

Protas greeted Sandra.

With her eyes widened, Sandra went up and squeezed Protas's chest,

measuring the size, before placing her cheeks against her breasts.

"#E83713. I remember you!" She looked up perky, as if greeting an old friend. "Nicolas and I had a long discussion about this one- I mean you. We went over the records and data, and I told him how I wanted you busty and fit. We went to a bar, got drunk and discussed how you should be all night. Fun times."

Protas smiled. "Then I must thank you because I have grown into the woman

you wanted. And, it all started there." She looked down at her chest. "Here I

stand."

"Why are you here?" Sandra asked.

"I invited you for protection, guidance, and for comfort for our minds."

"What is your name?" She tilted her head to the side, her eyebrows slightly

raised.

"I am Protas, ruler of the Void Realm. This is my wife Raelyn! Together we're

Protlyn, the Ethereal Empress."

Sandra snorted. "What does an Empress of, some sticky void realm need my

guidance for?"

Protas sat down on a stone bench that was at the entrance to her palace, as the other Jezinkah sat down in a circle on the grass before the palace playing with one another. They made a flowery circlet for Sandras and placed it atop her head.

Setting a small glass tablet to project an imagery of the Vexia, Protas handed it to Sandra. "This." Sandra swiped carefully on the tablet. She noticed the many shades of shades within the Vexia. In the darkest, blackest shadow, the silhouette of the Zes-Lethiska mother cloaked within it.

Protas could almost feel her child's presence, as she stood and waved. Sandra giggled softly as Protas let her sit on her lap, examining the display interface. Protas started to pull Sandra's hair back, putting scrunchies around it.

"It's, kind of like a Llavalite meteor seedship? Except bigger.. much much

Bigger, and nastier too."  She said. "Hm.."

Raelyn had been watching this whole time, with her eyes open wide. She had never seen someone so excited for a little rock from space before in her life. She smiled. Sandra was cute with her little hair tied up in a bun. "I believe there is a reason you're here. You're meant for something greater." Protas said. "You know what I see? I see that you're meant to rule. You have so much potential. I see a day when we will be in the sky, floating above the stars. Together we can do anything. I need someone who understands the value of my work."

Sandra raised her hand. "And what do you expect me to rule exactly?"

She asked curious.

Protas held her tightly, as if caressing a doll. "Whatever you want~"

"So.. Sandra, please stand." Sandra did as told, slowly raising up her arms, showing her supple shoulders. "If you can help us fight back against this thing, we can offer you anything you desire." She whispered in her ear. "Anything. Just name it, what do you want?"

"Ell-" Sandra stopped herself, looking away abit dejected, her lips twitching at

the edges. “How about a good meal? And a milkshake.”

"Course! Now, please join us. You can sit with us. We have a party going all

day long."

Protas and Sandra sat with the rest of the Jezinkah on the grass in a semi-circle, and the rest of the guests. They talked about Protas's projects, and it seemed that Sandra truly appreciated the work, and saw herself as being capable of doing it just as well.

The party was a long and fun day. Many games were played, and Sandra was allowed to play any she wanted, as long as it was with the ‘crowd.’

She laid against the grass, staring up at the ethereal sky, its violet shade mixing with swirls of neon green, blue, orange and yellow. A part of her wanted to find a pathway home, but a part of her didn't know where 'home' was anymore. Was she really free?

"Sandra.." Someone called out. She turned, feeling the pull of a distant memory, a feeling that would never leave her. It was Protas, when she looked at Protas she saw some of Ellie, and some of Novus, but this girl was neither. Something new, something else.

Protas sat down next to Sandra.

"I will leave you to your new company, Sandra." Protas prepared to leave to go

see to her other projects.

"Don't you think I'll be lonely? I mean, you know.. we've never been alone,

and it was always with each other."

"But you will have a life here, among us. I know you're used to being on your

own, but the rest of us won't judge you for your need for solitude."

"I won't be alone, but I.. I don't know if I can go anywhere else."

"I know, I've had that same fear. It's not a place to return to, no matter how often I've been away. But you can live and work with the rest of us, you'll have that home you want.

Sandra looked around for a little bit and thought about it.

"I want." Sandra said.

Protas nodded, trying to not sound too anxious. "I understand. It is your

choice, your body, your mind, everything you do belongs to you."

Sandra nodded. "Then, I'll stay."

Protas stood up and hugged her tightly. "Welcome to our little home, your Grand Magus." She said and walked off. Sandra watched as she walked away, she felt a warm fuzzy feeling, like cotton candy melting in your heart.

She felt she was going to like it here.