2 comments/ 17603 views/ 1 favorites Epistle To My Captain Ch. 01 By: RedHairedandFriendly Author’s Note: This letter is to compliment Epistle to My Lady written by SEVERUSMAX. I hope you enjoy and welcome your comments. ~ Red My dear Captain, To say I was surprised to receive your letter would be an understatement on my part, for I was indeed surprised. Shocked may have been the word. I was not sure how my letter would be received, unsure how you truly felt about receiving such a private and intimate thing from your Queen. I do, however treasure your words as I hope you treasure mine. I read it several times, but I am not a foolish Queen and therefore I have destroyed your beautiful words. I must ask you to do the same with mine, for if they fall into my enemies hands who knows what may be done with them. Though we speak not of military secrets, one can still pull something from our words if they so desire to make me fall in front of my people. I DO NOT want that to happen I long to address the final parts of your letter to me concerning the wine. Just the thought is a fuel of pleasure for me and the memories have brought me great joy, but I will wait to share my more intimate thoughts, I wish instead to speak of the other things you have mentioned. The thought that you have found my words concerning your lovely and beautiful wife wise and not ones geared to upset, you rest my mind. I was worried that I may have upset you by the words of caution I placed in my letter. I am glad you are so understanding. I do so love that about you. I know that one day when you feel it is time to bring an heir into this world of ours you will. I do hope you will ask my advice on who would be a good choice. I do know many young women that would bring forth lovely babes for your wife to love and care for. I am surprised you do not know of Ganymede. He was that silly man that started the war with Lysania. He was foolish and now many do not respect him. At times, I too wonder why I keep him as my friend, but it is better to be wise and keep those foolish ones close. They make mistakes often and if you are wise too, you can easily benefit from their mistakes. Oh my love, I was so touched for your concern for my welfare and my reputation. Yes, I have lovers as do you, but that you would be so kind as to counsel me shows me how levelheaded you are concerning our relationship. I do find that stimulating, knowing that you will not run off and tell the Garrison of our relations. I thank you for not becoming upset by my words of caution concerning how much of our private meetings should or should not be discussed when you indulge in the drink to heavily. I too will proceed with my affairs with caution. I am not an active lover with many of the house slaves, as you very well know. Only my dearest Antigone knows of the other women, which are few since she is so thorough in her attentions to me. And yes my love, she does wash away our evidence. She does not mind. I secretly think she has a crush on you. Perhaps we should consider her in our play one day? Oh how I miss you. I do long to have you lie between my thighs and drink the wine from my lips as well as the wine that we pour from the bottle. We will be together soon. I almost did not write these words because we would be seeing each other, but alas I found myself longing to connect with you again and so I write these words of heat and lust. . .and love. I long to touch your face, caress your skin and hold you close to me. Did you know that my toes curl when the eruption of my lust covers you? My heart beats rapidly. I can not breath. Sometimes I feel as if I had died in your arms. That would be a great death; mind you I do not wish to die, that is a horrid, though to die while making love to you would be a most exciting thing. I wish you were here with me now. If you were, I would have you tucked under my skirt as I sit at my desk penning a letter to my enemy. I believe we will meet someday, his invasions can not continue. I am sorry, I do not mean to swift from one though to the next. You would be under my skirt and drinking the most delicious juice in the nation. Later my Captain, I would return the favor. I do love the taste of your seed, it is unique in flavor. . .it is you. I chuckle now as I recall something you said in your last letter. You said you do not like the taste of man seed. Oh dear Cadmus, I insist as your Queen and your lover, you must tell me. . .when did you taste the seeds of a man? Or was it your own seed you have drank? I leave you as I began, Your Lady Epistle To My Captain Ch. 02 Author's Note: A complimentary letter to Epistle to My Lady written by SEVERUSMAX ~ Enjoy, Red. 5/17/10 My Dearest Captain, Your letter stilled my heart the moment I received it. My fingers were somewhat shaky when it finally reached my hands. I wanted to rush out and read it, but alas I was in conference with my tutor, Leonippus. Yes, he knows of us as many do, but I knew your words were for me and no other so it was with great control that I waited until I was alone. I must tell you that it was wise of me to read the words you penned for me while I was alone, for if I had not been then their would have been witnesses to the scent of my arousal. Yes, my love, your words aroused me. The first sentence evoked images of our loving and made my sex tighten with anticipation for more. Even now as I pen this to you, I feel the moisture of my sex gathering and threatening to slide free of its warm home. Whenever I think of the wine, I blush. I too enjoyed it. I have since added different wines to the mix. I long to find the perfect blend. Just as one would serve red or white with a particular meal. . .I too wish to serve the best when mingled with the essence of man and woman. I think it will be a most delicious quest for me to take on. It will give me pleasure during these times of separation that we must endure. I was thrilled to clean the juices of you and my lovely Antigone. She is a most beautiful lover and she too was thankful, not only for the cleansing I gave her, but the gift of allowing her to have you as a lover too. Her crush will thicken, but I know where her loyalties lie, as I do yours. You may use her when you wish. . .as long as I am present to enjoy the view and cleanse you both. You mentioned if I indeed knew how close you were to relieving your seed into her and yes, my love, I knew. I can see your release in your face. Your features grow tight. Your breath stops for a moment and your teeth clench tight. I love to watch you. I love to see the passion and fire that is so evident in your eyes. That brings me to another subject you have shared with me. I love you all the more that you have trusted me with the secret of your one and only male encounter with a comrade. I will say nothing of your experience to anyone, you know this of me. I give you my word not only as your lover and friend, but as your Queen as well. I would never force you to do anything in our mating that would not bring you pleasure. I have experienced intense climaxes when my anal passage has been played with, while my womanhood was also being teased. I have a suggestion my love. When next we meet again, I would like you to use one of my glass phalluses on me. While Antigone licks at my sex, you can insert the glass and I think once you see my pleasure, you will long to be a more physical part of it. I want to have you deep within me. I will not pressure you, but I do hope you consider it. Trust me, my Captain... I will not allow you to hurt me. I have all the things we will need to make the entrance of the glass or you - if you change your mind - very easy and very enjoyable. Philomela is a child when it comes to her feelings for Epimenas. The boy only loves boys and she should accept this, but she is young and does not wish to believe she is not attractive enough to pull her to him. I tell her she is, but alas when she covers me in her release it is his name she calls. She apologizes, but once she is done licking away my nectar, I tell her that it is okay, I too love another. You know my Captain. . .it is you. Eris and Helle are extremely happy with each other. I am envious of their happiness sometimes. To be free in who they enjoy is a rich treat. I know I am free in a way, but not like them. I sometimes wish to just come to you and steal you away with me and leave all things behind. I won't. We both know this. But at times I am jealous of their freedom. I miss you so very much. My fingers curl at my sides when I think of how we are separated by our circumstances. The "if only" run rampart in my mind as I think of our lives. Your beautiful wife, though barren is quite lucky. I do enjoy my station, but because of my vow, which I will NOT break, I can not be with you. I will marry a royal, but know this my love, when I close my eyes it will be you that I come for. I remain forever yours, Your Lady and Your Queen Epistle To My Captain Ch. 03 6/15/10 Author's Note: This is an ongoing series of letters that compliment SEVERUSMAX's Epistile to My Lady. I do hope you enjoy them as much as I and SEVERUSMAX are. I know I am having fun and look forward to doing more. Thanks SEVERUSMAX As always please leave comments if you like. ~ Red My Captain, You have just left me and Antigone has finished cleansing your seed from my pussy. Oh, love I was tempted to leave it there so I could feel the seeds of you as I slept, but I did not. The pleasure though of having my face and breasts bathed in your hot juices will not be lost to me and so it is that scent I will sleep with. Your letter arrived moments before you did as you very well know. After our formal business was discussed and you were able to slip to my side and our evening began I fought so hard not to whisper words to keep you with me through the night. Not to tell you words that I myself have never thought to utter. I am a jealous woman. Yes, my love. . . I know I am a wise Queen, though I am a woman that is young and has lost her heart to another. I know also that what we share is unique and can not be found simply by lying in bed with some dandy from court or some wench that serves you drink. But it is special and I long to be your only one as you long to be mine. . .I will stop this childish behavior. I am not a child. I am a woman and a leader. Please forgive me my love, I lost my head there for a moment. I will discuss things with you that I have found trying lately, things I did not expect to feel, but was unsure how to express them to you. I agree that Philomena will make an excellent woman to bear your child. . .there my love. I have wrote it. It was hard to do, though it was my idea that you find someone to take as a potential prospect to breed with. I can not say the words make love, for I would find myself jealous of her gift. Yes, your child would be a gift to any woman. She would be my slave and I know this, but Cadmus I do not know if I am that strong of a woman. The truth pours from my lips as I confess that seeing her swell with your child, I am afraid would pain me and so I ask that if you wish this - no I do not hold ill will toward you or her - but if she does become the womb for your seed and it flourishes. . .please allow me to send her away. I will not shun her, but will shower her with wealth to stay healthy for your babe. . .Oh Cadmus, it will be harder than I thought. I fear you do not see your lover and Queen as weak. There I have said it. It is out. Now I must concentrate on other things, things that will bring me back to the joyous state I was in before I thought of the proposal. You were beautiful my love. The phallus brought me much pleasure and I look forward to having you use it again on me. Antigone also hungers for the experience, though she like I wonder what it would be like to have your sex claiming us. When you rammed the beautifully sculptured glass into my welcoming rosebud and Antigone drank from my body I knew that I would not last long. As you know my Captain, your Queen was weak. I was weak for you and for the pleasure raking my body. Cadmus I stopped breathing for a moment as the shots of liquid fire escaped the inner depth of my arousal and cascaded down to slather my slave's face. Then when she drank her fill and you pulled the smooth toy from its tight home and grabbed my hips, only to ram your phallus into my licked pussy I shouted again the orgasmic bliss that crashed through me. Do you know what you do to me? Do you know how my body screams for you? I know my love that you hear it. I know that you see it. . .but can you feel it? Can you feel that eruption of my fluids running as if it were falling from a great cliff and crashing along the rocky shores? Can you see the beams of light that shoot across my clenched lids as I feel my body tighten and my fingers dig into the blankets? I don't know if you can. . .but that is what happens. That my dear and so much more. I shiver and quake beneath you and you my favorite lover are like no man I have ever had or will ever have. You own me in a way that not even my husband will own me. If I could mark myself in some hidden way I would. I would burn for you a symbol of my love anywhere on by body that you desired. Oh God; how I long to throw caution to the wind. Damn... this talk. I do not know what is with me. I know it is the scent of you that I wear like a rich cologne that drives me to distraction. I must concentrate on other things. I will concentrate on other things. You mentioned Anexagoras and I will use that to bring myself back to the reality that we are forced to live in. Do not think that your Queen doesn't know about his falsehoods. I know we lost many a good man in his victory over Pythaeum. He tried to be convincing of the numbers, telling me they were not as high as many were saying, but he is a fool to think that just because I am a woman I am not kept informed. He will be dealt with in time, for now he plays his part in this war. . . but believe me my Captain, he is an oddity that I will deal with in a way that only he and I know about. Perhaps one day I will share with you the lusts that he has for oddities. For now rest assured that he is not "pulling the wool" over this female's eyes. I will go now. I have calmed my pulse and my heart and know that when I sleep it will be the memory of what we have and not the thoughts of what we can't have that flow through my dreams. I remain yours, Your devoted Queen and Lover Epistle To My Captain Ch. 04 Epistle to My Captain No. 4 RedHairedandFriendly Author's Note: This letter is part of a collaboration between myself and SEVERUSMAX. It is a part of the Epistle To My Captain series, complementary to the Epistle To My Lady series that he is writing. I do hope you are enjoying reading them. I know I have had fun writing these little blimps into a couple's life and look forward to more. As always please fill free to comment. ~ Red. 7/15/10 My Loving Captain, Your letter arrived at a most opportune time for me. I was feeling melancholy and missing you, so when the scroll of your words reached my eyes I could hardly wait to retire to a more quiet place to read. I hurried to the gardens and settled quietly under the great trees there. They are lovely this time of year, but you know this. You and I have loved there often. Though it is not done on our bare backs. . .but as you recall I am sure of the times we have secreted away and . . .well my love I can still feel the bite of the bark against my chest as you ram into me from behind. Oh, how my pussy craves a time when we can do that again. I will think of that later though, for now I must tell you I am only disappointed in Anexagoras capture because it means we lost a battle, not because I lost a lover. He was and is a useless one except for the secrets he passes to me and I was tiring of him, perhaps he will enjoy his stay there and if I am lucky I will be rid of him for quite some time. The loss of life is horrid as is the number of men captured. I do not like it when a Captain does not die with his men. I see it like a ship at sea. You do not allow yourself to be captured - - oh but saying that I think of you. I fear I would want you captured instead of death, but you my love, I think you would rather die on the battlefield than on the enemies rack. I do not wish to think such thoughts, so I will leave them buried where only my nightly dreams can find them. Your admission of jealousy calms me, because I didn't want to upset you with the admission of my weakness. I am embarrassed by my words, but I could not stop myself from speaking of them to you. Your idea of Philomela marrying Ganymede is a well thought one, my love. I knew you would find a way for this to work for both of us. I will still be jealous, but knowing I do not have to see her swell with a child I will never have is one that I thank you for. My heart will still ache, but it will be bearable. I will also take your suggestions of placing a spy in Laertes bed, for I too need to know what he thinks and what his actions are. This conspiracy though is not new. There are conspiracies that circle every house of royal families and I will prevail over it. I am not an easy victim. Anexagoras "oddities" are a story of their own my love. He is a Captain of thousands, commands them with an iron fist, though he obviously is a poor judge of battles and foes strength. He is not one to command the bed or the partner in it. He enjoys it when I force him to crawl to me. He is not one to take the lead in our play, but insists that I do it. One time he had me sit on his back and paddle him like he was a great stallion and I was the rider. I bridled him, too, led him around the room as if he were a dog on a chain, which he was. There are other things... he was not just interested in men and women, but in creatures of the woods, but that is something I shall only discuss this type of thing with you in person. I did not participate in that play, but provided him with the objects of his fascination as well as the men and women he needed to enjoy himself. As you know, the happier my lovers are the more information I get from them. Ganymede... was and is impotent. He tried to shove his small member into me, but could not. I had several woman try to rise it for him. I even brought in one of my male slaves, but even he could not bring the softened tool to rise. When it comes to the other you mentioned, the licking of ones sex. . .If I could have licked the folds of myself I would have gotten more pleasure than his hurried tongue. I just do not think the fool likes sex, but he only does it so he is useful to someone... not me anymore. I do not have the patience for such a waste. I do have patience though. You know this. I wait for you and I to reach the elder age where we are thought to be useless and allowed to be left alone. I would give it all up once I knew my people were settled behind a King that could take care of them. To wake beside you and brush away the grays of your hair every morning as my withered fingers move across your brow will be a wonderful sight. Abdicating the throne is something that I will do when my body is weak and my heart failing. Then my love you and I will leave this place of politics and war and we will love only each other. My heart stills at the thought of that. I have never looked forward to growing old and wrinkly, but now I wish to rush it. Until we meet again, Your Queen Epistle To My Captain Ch. 05 Author's Note: This story is complementary to the ones called "Epistle To My Lady", written by SEVERUSMAX. I do hope you enjoy these little tidbits of star-crossed lovers. ~ Red 8/15/10 Captain, my loving Captain, I come to you today with a sense of sorrow on my heart. I have been dealing with my womanly curse and I find myself lost in emotions that roar through me like a flame. I think of lying in your arms and pulling you against me. Of loving you completely and with the passion that we often display and then I think of how long it will be till that day comes, the day we have sworn to make ours... the day of our old age, when we can walk in the gardens in the country and fall into each arms. Then my love my thoughts shift again to the what ifs.... What if you perish? What if you find another? What if I am never allowed freedom? What if ... What if.... What if I do not wish to dwell on these things, so I thought to come here into the gardens and think of you, but these thoughts assailed me with no warning. Oh how I despise the times my weaknesses show. I hate them. To bleed and fight back both rage and sorrow is not a joy. My women still care for my needs, taking me to great heights of passion... but it does little good when they are done and the thoughts descend on me again. I am furious with myself now. I have read back what I write and see a selfish young child and not the Queen that I am. Enough I will shake off this mood and come to you as a Queen and perhaps end as a lover. You shared news of Anexagoras and his treasonous desertion. I am not surprised by his behavior. He was a weakling in the bed, why would he not be a weakling when it comes to face his mistakes and suffer the consequences. I have no need of him. My only regret is for the lives that were lost by his stupidity and cowardice. I am glad you were never under that fool's command, but are in fact greater than him in all ways, my love. See, my dear Captain, I am slowly becoming myself once more. Let us tread onward and see what lies at the end. I am listening to all reports of Lord Draco and some are not favorable and some are. I shall not give up hope on my armies and though some are weaker than you, some are strong too. I do hold them in high regard and hope their strategies will bring forth greater numbers of victories and not losses... but as you stated in your last correspondence... We must pray to Ares and Athena. I received an unusual gift from one of my slaves. It seems a guard used her several times a few years ago and when he left her, he had given her an interesting series of balls to play with. Now, she brought these to me a few days ago and asked if I would be interesting in trying them. I must admit my love, that I blushed. I was unsure of what these things were, but I asked her to explain and she did with no hesitation on her part. I will do my best to explain, what these balls do. First let me share with you what they look like. The ones she brought to me were lead and started from small to large. They were five in all and a long thin chain ran through the center of them. These are inserted in the anal passage or in one's sex. She also explained they could be left in there and one could enjoy sensations of pleasure throughout the day. My love, I confess to you that I allowed her to insert them into my bottom and then we enjoyed a frolic amongst ourselves. She then pulled them out, each one popping free and driving me to a great climax. I was gasping and moaning as she took my juices and drank deep of them. I, of course, rewarded her and then called forth my jeweler the next morning. I demanded ones made of the finest ivory and they arrived yesterday. I can not believe I just now remembered them and allowed my emotions to overtake my joy. I am going to wear them in my sex the day you are to arrive here for our conference. I look forward to you easing them from me as you devour my juices. I know I will be more wet and more slick for you. I do hope you will enjoy drinking the fluids of my naughty treat. My dear Captain, I must ask something of you. It is only you I will trust with this secret. When Anexagoras had me become the "Rider" of our play, I admit to you, I did not like it. I did wonder what it would be like to have you command me. No, my love I do not and will not ever allow you to bridle and saddle me, but I do want to be commanded, just once... unless we find it both pleasurable. I want you to restrain me or perhaps you will take control of something. I do not know what. I just ask that you think of something. I am blushing again and struggle not to take my pen and scratch out what I have just written and not tell you my desire, but I can not, for you are my life, my love, and my friend. I trust you to help me in this and I look forward to the time you order me to please you. Your loving Queen and slave to your heart, Elissa Epistle To My Captain Ch. 06 9/15/10 My Lord Cadmus, You excite me beyond words and I can not imagine the adventures we will share together in the bedroom. I must admit the thrill of being tied down and pleasured the last time you were here, made my body sore to heights I'd not deemed possible. The thrill of being unable to escape the tortured touch of your lips, teeth and fingers, though as you know I would never have truly fled from you, but. . . my love to be denied the right to touch you. Oh, it was more thrilling than I could have imagined. When I saw you with the silk scarves, my eyes were wide with fascination. Your touch upon my wrists and ankles sent flames of heat rolling through my veins. My love, I was so needy and so hungry for you. I know you knew this. I could see it in the lift of your lips. You are so sly. The feather was an added feature I'd not expected. The tickling touch presented me with both delight and frustration. I do believe that little toy can be left alone. I do hate tickles, but my love. . .those ivory balls. I was truthful with you. They were and are such a pleasure. My dear Captain, as I write you, I am wearing them. I have worn them all morning and even during a meeting with several of the Lords and Ladies that visited the courts this afternoon. Oh my, what a joyous treat for your lady. I had to have Antigone wash me when they left. Of course with her tongue and that only made me more soaked in the perfume of my sex. I would love to have you hidden beneath my skirts at this moment, working your tongue around my honey-covered walls. I must digress my dear, or I have fear I'll leave this letter to have Antigone wash away my desires again and I'll not get finished discussing the past few days and the events that have occurred since we last spoke. Anexagoras will never grace my bed, nor will I ever stand before the Priest and repeat vows to love, honor, and obey him! Rumors are simply that . . . rumors and the day I marry a traitor will be the day that my blood flows fast from my wrists and I lay upon the cold marble floor of the throne room! I know what he wants and he'll have nothing from me, but the contempt I feel for him. If this woman ever breaks her vow to not marry a royal, do you not think it will be your door I throw myself down upon? It is a waste of my ink to even discuss such an outrageous proposition! But enough of such foolish talk. . . The news of Sophocles is very good, my love. It shows that we are recovering from the treasonous acts of those that wish to bring my rule down. I feel there is a turning point approaching and as long as we continue to show wisdom along with our bravery we shall be victorious. You mentioned spies my love. There are eyes everywhere, even in my kingdom. I have disposed of a treacherous slave girl, who I thought would have made a wonderful addition to our play. I was going to present her to you, a gift for us both. Alas, she was seen handing papers that I had secreted away, none concerning us, my dear. Those as you well know are destroyed within minutes of reading them. These were simply ones I had drawn up to look false, something you know I do in order to weed out prospective lovers. She my dear failed and was quickly executed. Her cohort however, she did remain true to them, for I know not who she would have given the papers too. So even our enemy has spies. Please be safe my love. I have increased the guard around my keep, in order to protect not only myself, but my people withing my walls. Draco and Themistocles, their names and theirs alone make my blood churn with a mixture of fear and admiration. Two strong men that lead a great number of warriors. They have proven time and time again that they will not fail and that does worry me. We must continue our prayers for our victories to be swift. The tides are turning, my love. . .which way they roll will soon be determined. There are several men in place and I am staying on top of Ganymede's moves. His patrols are followed by a number of the most elite at hiding and blending into the mix of things. Do not worry my love. I do play fair when I deem the foe worthy. I do not when I feel it is time to do what we women are so very good at doing. . .never trust a woman you have scorned, my love. . . we women are sometimes worse than facing a field of blood tipped swords. You know by now my sweet, I refuse to end my letters to you on such unhappy or anguishing terms. So I will let my words rest over you and blanket you with a mantle of sweet dreams and perhaps naughty fantasies. Think of me my love, of how I wish to proceed the next time you come to me. I want to be bound again. I want to blindfolded and teased. I want to be forced on my knees and crawl to you, cover your sex with my mouth. My love I wish to feel your hot seeds cover my skin, fall from my lips to slide down my neck. I want you to mark me my sweet. Not a mark of love, a small bruise on my inner thigh, but a true mark. I want to look at my nipples and see the outline of your teeth upon my ivory skin. I want to twist and turn, trying to free myself so I may force you to take me when I command it, but. . .in the end no matter how much I try to gain my freedom I can not. I want to feel you take me hard. I know how you love me slowly, but next time. . .I want you to prove to me how ruthless you can be. With that thought my love, I leave you as I began, Your loving Lady, Elissa Epistle To My Captain Ch. 07 Author's Note: Please enjoy this complimentary letter that is in answer to SEVERUSMAX's letter Epistle to My Lady Ch 06. I hope you enjoy these letters of politics and passion that revolve around a Captain and his Queen. ~ Red. My Dearest Captain, The matter of the rumors are forgotten. My love to do you not know by now, nothing you do to me would wound me so great that I should not forgive you, lest you stop loving me. You own my soul, my sweet Cadmus. I must not speak of this love right now for I know I will transgress to further delights that we enjoy together, but that is so easy to do with you. I do find myself concerned with Draco's movements. I confess this to you, for at times I wish only to be a woman and not a leader. The victory of Sophocles is great and one that will be marked in our children's history books, but I do worry that our losses are slowly outweighing our wins. Perhaps with Tetrarch's loss of life, and the inexperience of his replacements will give us the upper hand and another quick defeat will be our reward. I do not like stalemates my love. . .they leave too much sway to one side or another and it is just a matter of time, before the leverage changes. It needs to change in our direction. I can not stress the importance of that enough. There are options for me, so that I can save lives and I may have to consider them, if the changes are for the worse. I do not wish to think of them, but they are always at the back of my mind, more to the front when I see the numbers of our warriors decreasing rapidly. I have been receiving news all morning of the losses we have suffered. My fears are being pushed aside as I realize the numbers of those lost to the fight are growing. I know defeat of one or the other is closing in, I do pray it is for our cause. Hippolytus' loss will be acknowledged, but no fan fare will accompany the news of his death when it spreads throughout the land. That is all the man deserves to be regarded in my letters of love to you. As distasteful to the palette that your idea of taking charge may be, all options should be placed on the table. Even I have ideas I find stomach turning, but wish not to focus on them during these short times I have to write to you. . . though if we do not then am I not like the rare bird that hides their head in the sand? I shall not hide from fate, whether it be positive of negative. . .I shall do my best to stand strong and be the Queen I know I am. I do not want you in harms way, the loss of you would tear this mere woman apart, for I am a weak woman when it comes to you. I fear if you became a prisoner that I would become mad and risk all to have you back at my side. My Dear Captain. . .I know you are wise in these matters of the military and I know that the command to put you in charge is a sound one and a smart one. I also know it is likely to happen. When the orders arrive there will be a secret one, unwritten to you. . . Demanding my love that you shelter yourself in a mantle of my love, perhaps that will shield you from the enemies blades. Just the thought of your new position makes me long to hold you. I do hope that feeling is rewarded with the touch of your arms around me. I know our meetings are becoming more heated; we have moved beyond what some consider normal in a union. But ours was never normal was it? Even in our youth when I was but a child, our friendship was not normal. It is only natural I bend to your will, my dear Captain, for weren't you always there to save the girl hidden inside the woman? You know my dear lover. I have always trusted you, to submit to you is natural for me. It is an easy role to slip into. I could fall to my knees in your presence if it were allowed. I wish it were. A slave girl to her Master. For that is what you are my sweet, my Master, one who commands my very soul and could by all rights command when this girl breathes. My Captain. My Cadmus, you are the beat that flows through my body and keeps the blood burning warmly in my veins. I never fear you will overstep the bonds of soldier and lover. I know our feelings burn in public, but we lock them away until we are behind closed door. Nothing makes this woman grow more aroused then looking at you as if you are simply another soldier while you converse with me and others that surround us, inside I swelter, knowing you are going to impale me with great force when we are secreted away under the sheets of my bed. Do you know what I think while you sit around the table with others, discussing the war and giving news to officials and myself? Do you know that at times I allow my thoughts to travel to you binding me to that very same table and having your way with me. I will have to find a way to have you take me in there. I have other fantasies my lover. I do so want to be used in a fashion some fear; my face grows hot as I think of you forcing me. Stalking me and then making me submit as if I were your enemy and you were there to teach me my place. My blood grows thicker with desire. The balls I wear now in my sex vibrate through me. I have constructed a new toy my lover. One that Antigone will wear as I take your manhood. It is a belt and on it a glass phallus has been attached. Again, the privacy of my jeweler was required for this and you will see when Antigone puts this device on she looks freakish, but she now can take me as a man can. Her "cock" is thick and always hard. She's used it in my sex and my ass. I must confess I have become aroused and covered her in juices, but my love an artificial man is not a replacement for you. Your cock gives me the fluid I long to drink. You however my love will see this whore of a Queen take too phalluses the next time you come to me. You may be startled by the word I used to describe myself, but you should not be. I am a whore. Your whore. I am yours to command, enjoy, take and suckle from. I long to feed you from my breasts. Oh my Cadmus, I grow so hot with need as I continue to write to you. My thoughts and fantasies grow more frenzied and I feel my sex growing thick with lust. I need you here to relieve this burden of honey that flows from my womanhood. Antigone will soon have to accompany me when I write you letters, for she will have to hide under my skirts and drink the evidence that my words to you leave behind. Would that arouse you my love? Knowing as I write you she rests between my legs, my long skirts hiding her and her tongue sliding up and down my thighs. My juices coating my skin, her teeth grazing my sex and her lips pressing wet kisses over the nectar. Perhaps knowing her tongue travels into me and brings forth spurts of juice as I think of you hiding between my legs, pleasuring me, trying to tempt me to scream and show all your presence. Oh my lover, even now I write with one hand and allow the other to travel over my breasts. My nipples are hard and I can feel the nubs through this thick material. There is a fate aroma of my pussy rising up to me and I can breath in the heady scent. I wonder if I were to get up now and conduct military business would another scent my heat? I am in heat my lover. . .heat for you. I go now my sweet in hopes to find release from Antigone and her glass cock. I will think of you as she plunges into me. I will think of your rod driving me to beg you for the right to shower you with liquid. I will whimper and cry wanting nothing but to feel your fingers in my hair and then when you are here, you may force me to crawl to you and relieve you of your seedy burden. Your Queen and Your Woman, Elissa