The brave New World slowly had turned into a typical Utopia, a perfect corner of the Planet that thrived and grew. There were no evil doers, no war mongering and no horsemen of the apocalypse rough riding through this wonderland. In the hands of the Royal Couple, the perfect gift would further sprout and prosper. King Michael and his lovely and equally graceful wife Queen Nikita were ready to further cultivate the hopes and dreams of the realm. That is… until this fateful day when the newly crowned King became ‘Nikitized’.
Yes, just your typical Utopia. t yawn
Arriving in an area that was bathed with the light of the full twin moons, the green grassy knoll was filled with the aromatic smell of flowers, their blossoms sprouting under the watchful eyes of the silver orbs.
Your typical Utopia with...two moons. This is still Earth, as far as I know, although it's post-apocalyptic Earth.
Nikita sat on the ground, her skirts a circle of organza and lace the color of a virgin, making her look like the top of a wedding cake, wondering what her husband was up to.
Probably wondering why she looks like a cake.
Michael who was no fool in these matters and recognized the agonizing need that comes with… well cum… dropped to his knees before her and ripped the camisole from her scalded body.
Ewww. And why is she scalded? I don't know.