Apple

She said “Down”... And time stopped… I was instantly down on my knees… Kneeling before her… It was like I had no choice but to listen… And she held out her hand… And in her palm there was a simple ring… And she said “Take this ring as a promise. A promise that you will come back to me.”... 

Out of a seed… A fragile stem is created… The stem pushes its roots out in search of water and stability… And its branches chase the touch of the sun… Life is created… Birthed into existence the fruit of sin… And a snake makes his offer… 

She sent me to cut the tree down… And when the tree was cut down I was to bring her back an apple and the ring she had given me… And in exchange she would give me gold and birth my children… 

But I met the snake… And the snake promised me that if I left the tree standing… And I just took the apple… No one would know… And he would make the Queen fall in love with me… So I did… I left the tree and took the apple and the ring back…

When I handed her the ring and the apple… She told me to keep the apple… She told me to bite into the apple… And I did… I could feel my heart rate increase… My hands dropped the apple and went to my chest… I ripped my shirt off because I felt like my chest was going to explode… And with my shirt off… Looking down at my chest… I saw a plant poke through my skin and continue to grow… And I fell down on the stairs leading up to the Queens throne… And the plant began to grow into a tree… The Queen looked down at me and said “I offered you gold and my pussy. Yet… You were greedy and wanted my heart. A heart that belongs to me and only me!”

She sat back down on her throne… And she admired the tree as it grew from within me… She slid her tongue across her teeth and wished it would bleed… Just so she could taste the blood… She lusted for the taste of blood… She thought about taking her blade and sliding it across her arm… Just to release the stress of being awake… Her life had been such pain… A constant pressure that built up to the point she couldn’t feel… Cutting herself would fix that… She could feel and taste that she was still alive… She shook her head… Nah… She didn't want to have to explain the scab or the scars to her priests… So she did the next best thing… She opened her legs… and with her right hand… She began to make herself cum… She started slow… Teasing herself… Just to feel the sensation.. Then she built up the pressure and the speed bringing herself to the edge… When she was at the edge she would slow down and tease herself even more… Everything, everyone, all of it… It didn't exist… All that was there was the feeling of a cup… Filling with blood… And overflowing… She came… She came and the sensation took away all her pain… Then… Slowly it became clear to her again… The dread, stress, and pain slowly infecting her soul…