Arachnia, dressed in her royal silks, a sleveless crocete and beaded pearl top wich came to her mid-drif accented her breast and tonned stomach. A black calf length skirt knotted at either side to secure the garment showed of her beautiflly rounded hips as they swayed when she walked. Arachnia's long legs seemed to go on for ever, and her feet were bare as they normally were. Her only jewlery were the long silver cords in each ear, a silver ring on all but 3 of her fingers a pearl choker and a anklet. Very little jewlery by thier poeples standards. Arachnia walked threw the Hall of 'Dark Glass', to the hudge brightly colored 'harem' pillow set in the middle of the room, surrounded by levetating pools and glowing spheres made of water in sealed glass. The Indigo marbel showed her reflection as she walked to the pillow, her 'thrown' and seated herself comfortably. Paintantly she waits for all her ladies to seat themselves alson on the pillow. "Now," Arachnia said regally "on to bissness". For the next 5 hours 'Her Grace and Beauty' Queen Arachnia saw to matters of her poeple and her empire.
Arachnia walked threw her palace until she came to the doors of her balcony and walked out onto the terrace. Slowly she breathed in the air and looked out at Konia City, her capital. The buildings were all a work of art, all made from native materials,...all 'glowed' multiple colors in the dark. Their syle was described once as 'Streamlined and Gothic'. And that was exactly what they looked like. Arachnia looked up into the sky that was picth black except were it was a rich dark velvet blue. Arora Boriloioses that resembled the Mother of Pearl of a oyster gleamed over the velvet sky. And almost perfectly aligned were Ratan, Loku, and Cobvex; the 3 moons. Each a diffrent color; blue, green, and violet. Arachnia looked into the sky and remebered earlier in the day when the messenger had arrived. Dr.Chaotica had sent her another gift. Most gifts from men Arachnia sent back without bothering to open them, but for some reason she had not only opened but kept all of Chaoticas' gifts to her. For the past 5 years Chaotica has sent her gifts; love letters proclaiming his passion and desire and love for her, glorious jewls and jewlery unrivaled anywere and sometimes even slaves. There was no dought in anyones mind of Chaotica's love and passion for thier Queen; yet all wondered why she still after 5 years declined to meat him. Almost as much as they wondered the meaning behind hwr replies to Chaoticas gifts. Arachnia smiled as she imagined Chaotica desiphering her responses; she never sent letter, instead she sent 'metaphores' as she liked to call them. After a especially passionate letter from him, she'd responded by sending him a Nob Leaf. She knew he enjoyed some of the same passionate lititure she did. Among them Rewlot, a legendary hero who was said to have gaven his one true love a Nob leaf 9 day before uniting his soul for eternity with hers. Arachnia was a woman of very few words, but blunt and with great meaning.
The letter she had recived from him todat was diffrent, it was 52 pages long and 'desprete' in it's passion. In the letter Chaotica had written that he wrote the letter in the 'early-night hours' of the morning after having awoken from a dream were he had lost her favor, "so real was the dream' he had written, 'that my heart cloes down, I could not breath, and I did nothing to prevent it. Because I no longer had your affections. Yes my Empire is great, any man would kill to have it...but my love for you, who I've come to think of as My Arachnia, My Queen, My life partner, The very air in inhale into my lungs; you are greater to me. I need you; I dream of the day you melt into me." Arachnia had shivered when she'd read the letter. When she'd had finished the phrase " I dream of inhaling your very essense, and for alteast for moments I will have had you with me." Again Arachnia shivered as she remembered. That night after her ladies had prepared her for bed, and Dederan had left her with the comment "Pleasent dreams" with a smirk, Arachnia had tried to sleep but images of her dreams flooded threw her mind and behind her cloesed eyelids. When she'd finally decided what she would do, she got out of bed and started to write:
"Chaotica,
I have recived and responded to your letters and gifts for many years now. However we both know this will be the first letter you recive from me, and the last one untill I fell I have something else to tell you that must be put into words. This I must say, for over 3 years your 'presence' has haunted me, always in my mind even when I was not thinking of you I could feel you. But at night while I sleeped are the best and the worst times. In my dreams you are here, with me. Touching me, 'fondling' me...tasteing me! In my dreams I feel your tounge on my nipples, kissing and suckeling them until the peleasure nearly turns to pain. I can feel your tounge traveling over my body; your fingers parinf me at the core of my body...your fingrs rubbing your tounge stroking and tasting. I can feel the explosion surround me, and I shake and cry from the intensity of you and the pleasure you give me. Then in my dreams you push into me, streathing me to tearing point, thrusting so deeply into me that we truly are one being. I can feel our chest pressed together as we grip and contract sround each other, not allowing any part of the others body to go untouched. I can feel myself explodeing again and I can feel you thurst to the point of connection into be and explode releasing your hot seed into me. And thouh these are only dreams, I know that the day when these events take place will come.
You will 'never' loes my favor or my affections. Be paitient; our time will come.
I will now go back to my bed, a chamber hollowed into the wall, surrounded by lushous silks and velvets, and plush pillows. I will wear no adornments, and I will think of how inside this caccoon in wich I sleep, there is a place for you. And when I am Done thinking I will cloes my eyes and sleep. And while I sleep I will be with you. And I also send to you a part of me; My personal perfume...be carful with it, it is very potent.
End of Part I