In Service of the Queen Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

In Service of the Queen Ch. 04

... you."

The woman smiled, twirling around once more before heading off.

The smell of a charcoal fire wafted on the air as the group walked on. A young woman clutching skewers of grilled vegetables in both hands approached the group, running out from under an open-sided tent where the grill smoldered. "For the Priestess and her druids," she said, passing out the kebabs. "The fruits of harvest."

"Thank you friend," said Eniola and several of the druidesses simultaneously as they stood.

In the distance, the baton twirling woman headed toward an archway and paused her flips to trot down the staircase beneath it. A group of black-clad women streamed in behind her. "Priestess!" hollered one of the group, raising her fist in the air.

Eniola waved back.

"I thought you had to pee," said Adelaide, ripping the last chunk from her kebab and downing the last of her beer stein, to let it dangle from her finger. "I think I might have to. Pretty soon, anyway."

"A little farther, Friend Adelaide."

"Are we taking the subway?"

Eniola shook her head. "There is no underground rail service in Empyrea, friend. This is one of the old wartime shelters."

"Um, okay." Adelaide followed along as Eniola and the knot of druidesses filed toward the stairway.

"Woo!" yelled a group of women, running toward the staircase and hopping up on the center-mounted railing to run down, headlong, before dismounting with a flip. "Hot druid babes!"

"I love you, Priestess!" shouted one ...

... of them.

"Happy harvest, friend!"

"And to you!" The sound of their feet echoed in the tunnel of the stairway as the group ran on ahead.

"I hear music!" exclaimed Adelaide, turning her ear forward and cupping her hand behind. "I bet that's Tiara's band."

"Sounds like they're getting started," said Eniola.

The crunch of an electric guitar echoed as the group walked on. It was followed by a brief pounding of drums and a descending pentatonic scale from an overdriven bass.

"Empyrea City!" hollered an amplified voice. "Are you ready to rock and roll?"

A muffled roar of distant voices filled the tunnel.

"I said are you ready to rock and roll?"

The roar rose again, at twice the volume.

"We are Deus Contra Machina! Happy equinox and happy harvest, friends!"

"That's Tiara's band," said Adelaide, just before another cheer rising from the distance drowned out her words.

"We'd like to start things with a cover from one of our favorite bands across the channel in London," shouted the amplified voice of Deus Contra Machina's lead singer. "You might have heard of them. The Fae Godmothers! This is their latest hit! Birth...! School...! Work...! Death...!"

The crowd chanted along with the final words of the lead singer's announcement until the crunch of guitar, the roar of Tiara's bass, and the clatter of drums made conversation next to impossible.

Eniola stopped and pointed to a doorway cut into the side wall. On the door just beyond was a placard ...