The Queen

by Cole Denton

  “It is alright, River. As I said before, I do not have a favorite—”

  “Yet,” River interrupted me again.

  “What does that mean?” I asked with folded arms across my chest again and put all on my weight on one leg.

  “It means that you have not admitted to yourself that you liked the way I fucked you…yet,” River accentuated the word ‘yet’ as he took a slow step toward me. “Once you admit it, you will be able to answer that question without hesitation.”

  I leaned against the opening of the turret and stared at him. He was so sure of himself and was not afraid to take charge. I liked that, and I found him undeniable.

  “Are you sure, River?” I inquired to see if he would backpedal.

  “I am very sure, my Queen.”

  “I love calling the shots with the gentlemen. I love giving them explicit directions to follow. I love watching them carry out my wildest fantasies,” I confirmed.

  River stepped closer until he was in the opening of the turret across from me.

  “You can fulfill those little fantasies with them,” he said with that sexy smile.

  River pulled the ribbon that had cinched up the fabric of my dress at my chest. My pulse sped up as he tugged the fabric away, exposing my breasts.

  “After those fantasies are met, I can give fulfill your other fantasies,” he said and stuck his thumb in his mouth to wet it before he rubbed it over my swollen nipple.

  “How do you know for sure that I have other fantasies?” I challenged.

  River smiled and looked me in the eyes before he guided me into the base of the turret with his hand on my shoulder. Once we were in the darkened, small, circular area, he lowered his head and began kissing and sucking on my breasts and nipples.

  River cupped my pussy over the fabric of my dress as he continued to lick my skin. His calloused hands were rough against my flesh, but I did not mind. I leaned my head against the stone wall inside of the turret and held a fistful of River’s hair in my hand.

  “See, I knew you liked it,” he said with a hint of arrogance. He rolled one of my nipples between his teeth and clenched my dress against my soaked pussy.

  “I do enjoy it,” I admitted.

  “You like that I am not afraid to give you what you have always wanted,” he murmured as he reached up and cupped the front of my throat with his big hand.

  “What is it that I have wanted, River?” I dared him to answer.

  “To be fucked, not like the Queen, but fucked like some woman in an alley. Like some woman who just wants to be fucked hard. Like a woman who simply cannot get enough cock in her cunt.”

  His words, though harsh, turned me on. My body was burning up, and River was what I needed.

  “Is that what I want?” I played along even though he had been right.

  “Oh, yes,” River said, and he spun me around to face the wall.

  River crouched down and slid his hands up my legs under my dress. His large hands climbed my legs until his fingers found the heat and dampness that revealed my arousal. He dragged a wet finger from my pussy to my other hole and pushed it in.

  “Ohh,” I moaned and welcomed his forwardness.

  He pulled up the hem of my dress, pushed my legs apart further, and then pressed his cock head against my slit. Bloody hell, I wanted it. He teased and toyed with me, and he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I moved my hips backward ever so slightly to see if he would push it into my soaked hole. He had not pushed his cock into me, but slapped my ass and grabbed one of my ass cheeks.

  “Tell me what you want, my Queen,” his deep voice vibrated through me.

  “Your cock. Fuck me like a woman in an alley.”

  River fucked my pussy relentlessly. He covered my hands with his as they pressed against the stone wall. Groans and grunts echoed inside the turret until orgasmic moans ripped from our bodies.

  After River pulled out, he spun me around, and I rested my back against the wall. He leaned his forehead against mine as he kindly tied the ribbon of my dress to cover my breasts again.

  “Why, thank you, River. That is very kind of you,” I said.

  Both of us laughed quietly for a moment.

  “Though I can be a beast, I can also be a gentleman.”

  “My gentleman,” I added.

  Chapter Ten

  I sat peacefully outside on my balcony and sipped my tea as the gentlemen sat down to have breakfast with me. All of the men smelled of sandalwood scented soap and delighted my senses. They began to fill their plates, and Michan looked at the empty seat to my left; Klyn’s.

  “My Queen, should we wait to eat until Sir Klyn arrives?” Michan asked.

  “Go ahead and begin eating. Klyn might be entertaining in his quarters,” I put it mildly.

  The boys dug into their food and began small talk of some of the things they planned on doing today. Some of them had things to do in the stable, while the others either had grounds work to assist with or carriage work.

  I was starting to get a little concerned about Klyn, though. He rarely missed our breakfasts. I would make certain that I would tease him profusely about missing breakfast, though.

  “Gentlemen, you are dismissed,” I called out over their chatter when it appeared that all of them had finished.

  Moments after they left, Klyn appeared. He touched my shoulder gently as he walked behind me to sit down at his reserved place. I watched him rub at his eyes and forehead before he reached for the teapot.

  “I apologize for my tardiness,” Klyn said while he selected some of the remaining bread.

  “Long night?” I teased.

  It was no secret that Klyn attracted women. There had not been a staff member at the castle that I had not caught staring dreamily at him. Even my dominant friend, Kamara, found herself mixed into the growing number of women who were obsessed with Klyn.

  “No, I did not have any company last night,” Klyn confessed.

  I frowned and looked at him as I sipped my tea. Klyn simply did not miss our breakfasts except on a very rare occasion. Something was going on.

  “Are you going to tell me that you overslept?” I paused and set my charger down. “Because you know that I know you have more energy that the average person,” I snapped.

  “I have been exhausted, Octavia,” Klyn said in a serious tone.

  Klyn’s tone concerned me. I am so used to seeing him full of life and energy. I had been nineteen when I had last seen him as a mortal human.

  “Maybe you are coming down with something,” I offered in a gentler tone. I looked out over the balcony at Drishane below and the surrounding woods. “The leaves are starting to turn. With that comes changing weather,” I explained.

  “Perhaps,” Klyn agreed and sipped his tea. “The thing is that I have not been ill from anything brought on by the cold since before I turned. If this was happening to me within a few years of being turned, I would tend to believe the cold weather as a possibility.”

  Klyn leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes again. When he pulled his hand away, I paid more attention. Dark, puffy blotches sat beneath his eyes.

  “This is something different, Octavia,” he suggested. “I was supposed to work with Michan and Sean on the carriage today, but I do not have the damn energy,” he sighed.

  “Maybe you should go see Kaspar,” I suggested. “It might be useful. He might know what is making you so tired.”

  “I would have to travel deep into the woods to see him.”

  I watched Klyn as he ate. I could tell he was considering it. The warlock, Kaspar, often had potions or concoctions that cured common ailments. In fact, many people in Drishane turned to him when remedies from the apothecary failed to work or did not work as expected.

  “I suppose I could go,” Klyn considered.

  “I think that would be a wise move. Clearly, you are not feeling well, and something is causing your energy to deplete. Do you think you should seek the care at the apothecary?”

/>   Klyn finished his bread and turned his head to look over the balcony at Drishane. For a moment, I wondered if everything, including his mind, was tired.

  “I will go see Kaspar after I eat. I have been meaning to catch up with him. If I leave right after I eat, I will be back soon.”

  I was going to try not to dwell on whatever was going on with him until he went to see Kaspar. It concerned me to see him so out of character. I opted for a little humor to see if he started to show signs of his usual self.

  “Catching up with Kaspar, eh? You would not happen to hope to extract information from him about a certain new gentleman, now would you?”

  Klyn winked at me and stood.

  “You never know where my conversation with Kaspar will lead, my Queen. If you will excuse me, dear, I am going to get ready for my short journey. I will be back for our afternoon walk—”

  “Klyn, forget the walk. You will need to rest upon your return,” I interrupted.

  “Octavia, I have never missed one of our afternoon walks,” he leaned against the table. “Remember our first walk?” he asked.

  I smiled and nodded at the memory. Our first walk had been the day we returned to the castle after the massacre. It was then that I realized Klyn would always be by my side, through thick and thin. He has been my best friend since I was a lonely princess living in a massive castle.

  “I remember it like yesterday. It was the most difficult time in my life. I was depressed, but you pulled me through,” I recalled.

  “I will always pull you from the darkest corner that you might find yourself in,” Klyn added.

  “I shall do the same,” I promised.

  Klyn nodded and headed inside.

  “Klyn,” I called. He turned to look at me, waiting for me to speak. “Do you think you should take one of the boys with you? Ethan, perhaps?”

  “No, Octavia. I will make the short journey and be back in time for the walk,” Klyn confirmed and turned to leave.

  I sighed and sipped my tea. Klyn knew his way around the woods better than anyone in Drishane or the castle. He knew plenty of witches and warlocks and exactly how to find them. I could not prevent a smile from creeping onto my face when I suddenly thought of a witch named Abigail Brack.

  I had been a very curious teen and often found different ways to orgasm. Since my parents put Klyn in charge of me as a child, he had many embarrassing moments where he walked in on me pleasuring myself. There were even times where he caught me being pleasured by another teen in the castle or from Drishane. He had caught me inserting objects, rubbing myself with my hand, and rubbing myself against objects and furniture. He had not seemed to find too much wrong with me experimenting with another girl in the castle, but the day he caught a boy’s head between my legs, he was enraged. It was because of that incident Klyn had taken me into the woods with him to visit Abigail Brack many years ago.

  “Princess Octavia, you must learn to control these urges,” Klyn said as he waited for me to put on my cloak.

  Silently, I followed Klyn to the bridge that led from the castle grounds to the thick woods. As we crossed the bridge, I spoke up.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “We are going to visit a friend of mine,” Klyn said.

  “You have a friend that lives in the woods?” I asked sarcastically.

  “I have friends nearly everywhere, my Princess.”

  We walked for a while longer in silence before I pestered him with more questions.

  “Why am I coming along?”

  “Because, my friend makes…things that will be of interest to you.”

  “What kind of things?”

  “Things that will keep you from having children before you make it out of your teens,” he snapped.

  I tried to think of what he meant. No, could it be?

  “Are you talking about what my parents call objects of sin?” I failed to hide my excitement as I asked Klyn.

  “Yes,” Klyn sighed.

  “Wonderful! I have always wanted one of my own! A couple girls in the castle that are close to my age have them. They say they use those instead of boys—”

  “That is precisely my reason for taking you out here so you can pick one out. Then I will not find a boy in your quarters again.”

  “Klyn I am seventeen,” I laughed.

  “And the Princess of Drishane. The seventeen-year-old Princess does not need a baby from some boy. When the urge creeps up, I would prefer you to reach for an object of sin rather than have a child.”

  “I am certain my parents would be angered by this,” I said lightly. “They denounce the objects of sin and constantly talk bad about them.”

  Klyn was quiet, which made me think that he did not necessarily agree with their opinions.

  “Do you not agree with them?” I bluntly asked.

  “Princess Octavia, they would be less happy to discover you are carrying a child, rather than find out you are using objects of sin.”

  He had a point. There had been a girl in Drishane that was a year younger than me who became pregnant last spring. Terrible things had been said about her. I did not want that. But more so, I was very excited about getting my own object of sin. I remained quiet for the rest of our journey. When we reached Abigail Brack’s place, Klyn introduced me.

  “Abigail, this is Princess Octavia. We are here so that she may obtain one of your sinful carved objects.”

  “Lovely to meet you, Princess Octavia. So you are here for a wooden cock,” Abigail mused as she wandered to a shelf.

  “Abigail, please watch the language. She is a princess.” Klyn warned.

  “Hmm. A princess who wants cock,” Abigail swatted at Klyn and winked at me. “Pick out which one you would like.”

  I felt as though I had been in the best place ever. While Klyn paced the floor, Abigail pointed out what made each wooden piece special or unique. I selected the one I wanted, and we headed back to the castle.

  “I wonder what happened to Abigail Brack,” I thought out loud.

  From the balcony, I watched Klyn trudge across the bridge on his way to see Kaspar. I looked up at the sky; a beautiful day. I leaned against the balcony and watched Michan and Sean in the distance pulling bales of hay.

  They were shirtless, and their sweaty chests glistened in the sun. They looked delicious, and I thought about taking my crop and making those asses glow. Perhaps instruct them to suck one another off. I pressed my hips forward and found my favorite stone that protruded from the balcony wall. I had just worked myself up daydreaming when River’s voice crashed my daydream.

  “My Queen?” he called.

  I took a deep breath and turned to face him. He was slowly walking through my quarters on his way to the balcony.

  “Yes, River?”

  “What were you doing?” he asked.

  “I was just trying to decide if I wanted to take my crop down to the stable area and tan Michan and Sean’s asses,” I said firmly.

  River’s confident smile slowly appeared. He walked past my bureau and picked up my crop. Standing in the doorway between the inside and outside, River stared at me. His dark ocean colored eyes roamed my body as he balanced the crop between the palms of his hands. He taunted me with that tongue of his, letting it slowly slide along his bottom lip.

  “Are you sure you wanted to beat their asses, my Queen?” River’s deep voice questioned.

  I slowly closed my mouth and swallowed. I kept my gaze on him as I stretched my arms out to either side of me and gripped the top stone on the balcony. He was fuel for my fire. I was very much on board with him taking control and doing whatever the bloody hell he wanted.

  “River, did you come here to taunt me with that smart tongue of yours?” I challenged.

  “Perhaps,” he teased.

  He kept walking until he was within touching distance. River stretched his arm out and brushed the tip of the crop against one of my breasts. He teased my nipple over the fabric of my dress by moving the lea
ther from side to side. I could feel myself starting to get wet as the crop began to cause my nipples to harden. I tilted my head to the side and kept my eyes on his. I wanted to let my eyes move all over his body…but I maintained control.

  “Perhaps I came to give you what you want,” River’s confident tone drew me in.

  River moved the crop down my dress until the tip of the crop was close to my pussy. He rubbed and pressed the crop against my pussy over my dress. The corners of his mouth on one side turned upward as he saw my reaction.

  “I do not think it is their asses you want to take the crop to,” River paused and then tapped the crop against me. “I think you want the crop on your ass, my Queen.”

  River knows how to get me going. We each try to boast our dominance to one another, but in the end, it is me giving in. I suppose it is not really giving in if it is something that I want badly. Right now, I wanted River.

  “Is that a fact, River?” I pressed.

  We stared intensely at one another. Neither of us moving for a moment.

  “I believe so. Part your legs, my Queen.”

  After a moment passed, I relaxed my stance and moved one foot to the side. I raised an eyebrow at him, challenging him for his next move.

  “Raise your dress, my Queen,” River instructed.

  I had no shame and happily lifted the hem of my dress to show River. He rubbed the leather tip of the crop against my pussy and clit. River pressed the crop firmly against my swollen pussy lips. When he dragged the crop to my clit, I could tell that I was more than just a little turned on. River pulled the crop away from between my legs, and he put the leather tip under his nose. He kept his eyes on me while he inhaled.

  Bloody hell!

  “Mmm, your scent tells me that you are more interested in having the crop brought down on your skin, than on the others,” River announced and then slowly dragged his tongue over the leather on the crop.

  River reached forward with the crop again, and this time, he tapped the inside of my thighs. The slaps from the crops gradually grew in intensity, causing me to get wetter. My clit ached with need as he gave it a firm slap. My positive response to what he was doing with the crop was unmistakable.