Queen and the Kingsmen

by Zoe Blake

  Men had fallen in battle, and more were wounded. From appearances, Briar was one of the less severe, although the leg wound from Sigmun’s arrow was rather deep. She had another slight gash on her upper arm, and one across her face along the cheekbone.

  “Do you have enough strength to help me get the kingsmen locked away in the dungeon?” I asked.

  A mischievous smile washed over Briar’s pale face. “Oh, I would take great pleasure in doing so.” She laughed loudly as she made her way to Sigmun. “I may have to toy with this one a bit for wounding me. What great fun we could have.”

  Oh yes. What great fun I would have with these men. I planned on enjoying every single, wicked moment of it.

  13

  “Well, well. Isn’t this positively cozy?”

  The small room echoed with the bang and clatter of chains as each of the men strained against their bonds. They had been stripped down to only their leather breeches. Pressed standing against the hard stone wall, their arms were raised and shackled above their heads. Their tan skin glistened with sweat from their exertions to be free. Their faces streaked with dirt. All their bodies showed signs of battle. A deep red scrape across the chest of Gripir. A bandaged shoulder gash on Sigmun. A cut above Troylus’ eye. A purple bruise along Regin’s jaw.

  It was probably wrong, but I felt a surge of awareness with such obvious displays of masculine strength and vigor barely restrained in front of me. As I observed before, none of my men were the typical puny mortals of the kingdom. Their vitality and fight set them apart.

  All of them stayed stubbornly silent.

  “No witty rejoiner? Not even from you, Sigmun?” I looked from man to man. Their eyes sparked with bright fury one and all.

  I sighed…just a tad dramatically. “Fine! You win. I suppose I owe all of you an explanation and perhaps….an apology.”

  I was still met with the silent treatment.

  “You all are now aware that King Basil is an odious toad who never cared a wit for his daughter beyond what she could do for him,” I began as I started to pace in front of their stretched and bound forms. “Thank you by the way for tossing that man out on his considerable ass when he insulted me. It really was terribly sweet and noble of you all.”

  I peeked at them under my lashes.

  Still nothing.

  “So you must understand, when Briar Rose came to me asking for help I couldn’t possibly refuse her. In order for her to have time to sneak away from her father’s clutches and marry the man she loved, I had to make him believe she was dead so he wouldn’t search the kingdom for her. Now I know you are all probably angry with me for not trusting you with the truth about Briar Rose’s death, but…well…I was having such a terribly good time playing our little game that I didn’t want to.”

  This finally got a rise out of them. “This wasn’t a game, Zelladine,” responded Troylus. His brow lowered and jaw tight as he admonished me.

  “Unshackle me and I will show you just how serious we were,” threatened Gripir.

  “Yes…I don’t think I’m going to be doing that just yet,” I said as I wrinkled my nose and shook my head.

  “You should have entrusted us with your secret, Zella,” sighed Regin as he uncomfortably shifted on his feet and rolled his shoulders.

  “I know that…now…but you have to admit we all had a rather inauspicious start,” I explained.

  “Well, now you do know, so get us out of these damn chains,” chimed in Sigmun. “The jest is over, Zell.”

  Shaking my head side to side, I said, “Not till you forgive me.”

  “Fine. We forgive you,” sighed Regin.

  “See…I’m not feeling the trust or forgiveness,” I teased as each of their features remained hard and implacable.

  There was a low dull rumble around the chamber when, to a man, they seemed to growl at me.

  Clapping my hands, I cried out, “How about another game?”

  “It was never a game. She’s impossible,” said Gripir as he turned to address the others.

  “When we get free of these chains, you will pay for this, Zelladine,” warned Troylus.

  His warning sent a special thrill down my back to my toes knowing they would be making me pay in the most painfully pleasurable way possible. I bit my lip in anticipation. I hoped it was imaginative. I did so enjoy the creative imagination these men put into their punishments.

  Yet, for now, they were not in control. I was.

  “Tut, tut. You better be nice to me, after all you are chained to the wall right now, and I do have my powers back.”

  “For now,” said Sigmun.

  I just smiled.

  Tapping my fingertip to my lips, I observed each one of them. There was the unmistakable hard ridge pressing against their leather breeches. No doubt they were already thinking of ways to punish me for my insolence. Perhaps there was a way I could show them I was apologetic.

  “I think all of your dispositions would become much sweeter if you were a little more comfortable.”

  Striding up to Troylus, I gave him a saucy wink before reaching for the laces of his breeches. His arms jerked against his chains, but he stayed bound. As the laces loosened, I reached in and pulled his thick cock free.

  I then moved to Sigmun. “Shall I also make you comfortable?”

  “By all means,” he said with a jaunty smile.

  I unlaced his breeches as well and gave his cock a few strokes before moving to Regin.

  “You know eventually we will get free,” he warned. Regin was forever warning me against my bad behavior. Good thing for both of us I never listened.

  Leaning up on my toes as I handled his shaft, I whispered, “I’m counting on it.”

  I felt a little tingle of apprehension as I approached Gripir. His cold flinty stare never left my face. Knowing he would not appreciate a light-hearted remark, I simply undid his breeches and almost reverently pulled his engorged member free.

  Taking a few steps back, I wondered at how powerful they each looked despite their chains.

  Keeping my gaze trained on them, I slowly undid the silver clasps down the front of my purple brocade gown. It opened to reveal my unbound breasts and flat stomach. I was hoping the dark violet of the gown would compliment the pale cream of my skin and the stark onyx of my hair. Judging by the further lengthening of each of their cocks…I was right.

  Letting the gown fall open, I stood there displayed before them. The air in the chamber was charged with suppressed tension and heightened awareness. Despite my frivolous tone and in spite of their chains, I knew that they were still in charge. That to truly gain their forgiveness I must show penitence…submission.

  Kneeling before Troylus, I reached to grasp his cock. Placing my lips around the bulbous tip, I swirled my tongue around his soft flesh before taking his length deeper into my mouth. Grasping his thighs, I moved my head up and down his shaft. It was strange not feeling the press of his hand against the back of my head, forcing me. Opening my jaw, wide I swallowed his length till I felt the press of the head against the back of my throat, gagging me. Reflexively, I started to pull back.

  “Keep your mouth on my cock,” ordered Troylus.

  I looked up the length of his powerful body to meet his stern gaze.

  “Don’t let it out of your mouth.”

  Shifting my hips, I pressed my inner thighs together. This is what I needed.

  Once more, I swirled my tongue over the head, wetting it before letting it slide along my tongue.

  “Push it. Force it. I want to see you gag on my cock.” His voice was ragged and harsh with command.

  Digging my nails into his strong thighs, I breathed deeply through my nose before pushing my head forward, taking him deep. Spittle sputtered out of the corners of my mouth as I coughed and choked but I refused to relent.

  “Keep it there. Don’t pull back,” groaned Troylus as he shifted his hips forward.

  The movement caused me to choke, my jaw closing slightly on
his shaft. The scrape of my teeth caused him to hiss with pleasure before shifting his hips forward again.

  Panic twisted in my breast, as the desire to please warred with the primal need to breathe.

  I could feel the slightest movement of his cock on my tongue. It began to swell and became even more rigid as I moved my head back and forth again. Shifting my hand, I moved to grasp his shaft at the base to give my throat some relief.

  “Place your hand on my cock and I will make you regret it the moment I’m free,” he warned. “You’ll use only that pretty mouth of yours.”

  With the memory of the harsh feel of his hand and leather lash on my ass, I immediately obeyed.

  My jaw burned as tears watered my eyes. Still I forced myself to swallow his cock deep, past my own endurance. I could feel the ripple of his release moments before his seed burst into my mouth.

  “Swallow every drop,” he growled.

  Keeping my mouth open, I swallowed his thick white cum.

  Pulling free, I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth, to clean away the spittle and drips of cum. Without a word, I replaced his britches.

  As I made to rise, Sigmun’s deep voice rang out. “Crawl to me.”

  Raising startled eyes to his, I could see he was in earnest. Taking a deep breath, I crawled on the stone floor strewn with hay, dragging my purple dress along with me. When I was kneeling before him, his rigid cock bobbed and swayed before my eyes.

  With the taste of Troylus’ cum still on my tongue, I reached for Sigmun’s cock.

  “Lick my balls first,” he ordered.

  Lifting his shaft, I pushed out the tip of my tongue to gently lick the smooth, loose skin of his balls. He smelled of musk and leather.

  “Take them into your mouth.”

  Opening my jaw wider, I sucked one ball into my mouth. It was odd feeling the softness of his skin wrapped around what felt like a hard walnut.

  “Both of them.”

  Sending him a plaintive look, I hesitated.

  “Both of them,” he repeated more firmly.

  With his cock still in my hand, I used my other hand to push his second ball into my mouth. My shoulders heaved as the cheeks of my mouth bulged. I could only move my tongue from side to side as his flesh filled my mouth. The only sound in the chamber was the harsh breathing of all the men and the heavy rattle of their chains.

  “That’s it. Now lick further back.”

  His balls popped out of my mouth one at a time.

  “Further back?” I asked, confused at his command.

  “Slip your tongue beneath my balls and move it deeper between my legs.”

  Sigmun shifted his stance so his legs were opened wider.

  Still confused, I lifted his flesh and ran my tongue under the soft loose skin and lower.

  “Kneel between my legs with your back against the wall. I want to feel your tongue deeper.”

  Struggling to obey, I clenched my teeth as the cold and rough stone wall pressed against my back. Awkwardly I tilted my head back as Sigmun shifted his hips forward as far as his chains would allow.

  “That’s it, your majesty. Tongue my ass.”

  My cheeks flushed at his use of my title while I was in such an ignoble and humiliating position. Still a part of me thrilled at being treated so roughly. Placing my hands on the underside of his bottom cheeks, I used my thumbs to open him slightly. With my nose pressed between his cheeks, I pushed out the tip of my tongue to press it against his puckered entrance, grimacing as I did so. He was truly seeing that I paid for my deception. My tongue flicked over the ridged skin as I could feel the vibrations of Sigmun’s groans as they rippled down his body.

  I moved my tongue in circles before swiping it down to almost touching his balls and back up.

  “Dammit, Zellie. Dammit. Keep moving your tongue, just like that,” groaned Sigmun.

  As I obeyed, it occurred to me that perhaps in one of my games with Sigmun he would enjoy feeling the press of something in his ass as much as I did.

  I flicked my tongue in earnest now, spurred on by the thought of future painfully pleasurable games. My cunny ached as the press of my thighs no longer kept my rising desire at bay.

  “Push your tongue into my ass,” he cried out tightly.

  I obeyed. Pressing my fingers into his bottom cheeks, I pushed the tip of my tongue against his dark entrance till the ridges felt smooth. His ass gave slightly.

  It was all he needed.

  I could feel his body shift as he went up on his toes, hips out. Between his legs, I could see his cock straight and proud as streams of thick white cum shot out, splashing onto my thighs. Crawling from between his legs, I went to wipe it off.

  “Leave it there and get over here,” ordered Regin.

  Glancing up, I could see Sigmun resting his head against the wall, his eyes closed. Sated.

  Crawling over to Regin, I knelt before him, awaiting his further command. It enthralled me that, though these men were chained and bound, they still had the power to command both my mind and body. It was as if the fact that their wrists were bound but they could still will me to obey only strengthened their hold over me.

  “You know what I want,” said Regin.

  Kneeling prone before him, I thought for a moment. Then I slowly rose. Boldly meeting his eyes, I ran my right hand over the top of my thighs, collecting Sigmun’s cum on my fingers and palm. Turning my back on Regin I bent over at the waist. Using my left hand, I pried open my bottom cheeks. Then, I smoothed the cool cum over my bottom hole.

  “Shift your hips back, Zella.”

  Watching over my shoulder, I shimmied backwards till I could feel the press of his cock against my own flesh. Reaching between my legs with my right hand, I grasped his length and guided it to my bottom entrance.

  “Fuck your own ass with my cock,” he ground out.

  Shifting till I felt the head press against my dark hole, I pushed my body backwards. Breathing heavily as his shaft began to thrust against my tiny, tight entrance.

  “Oh! Oh! I…can’t…” I breathed.

  “Do it, Zella.”

  Gritting my teeth, I willed myself to use the pain as I jerked my body backwards, impaling myself on his cock. Crying out, I almost lost my balance as I doubled over, my fingertips scraping the ground. Taking a deep breath, I braced my hands on the top of my thighs and leaned backwards, pushing his cock deeper into my clenching passage.

  If possible, it hurt even worse than the last time. With my body bent in half, everything felt tighter and more restrained as his thick staff pushed deeper inside of me. My stomach cramped as I could feel my body clench and grip him. Reaching between my legs, I rubbed my fingertips along my cunny, trying to ease the ache in my bottom with pleasure elsewhere.

  After several deep breaths and slow shifts, my bottom cheeks pressed against his stomach. He was fully seated inside of me.

  I was dizzy with pain and awareness.

  “Start moving. Fuck my cock.”

  Whimpering, I did as I was told. Rocking my body back and forth, I fucked back onto his cock. I was both the master and the slave—in control, yet causing my own torment. Wave after wave of cramping pain shot up my back as my body struggled to accept his long girth.

  “Faster,” he barked.

  My mouth opened on a silent cry as I moved my body faster. His cock swelled wider, further straining my tight passage before he roared his release, coating my insides with his seed. Gingerly, I shifted my body forward, pulling free from his cock.

  “Kneel.”

  Twisting my body back round to face him, I winced as I knelt, my heels pressing into my now sore bottom. I could feel his cum as it slowly dribbled out of my dark hole.

  “Lick me clean.”

  I looked from his cock to his face and back. He had warned me the last time he fucked my ass that he would make me clean off his cock afterwards. Hesitantly opening my mouth, I closed my eyes as I took his cock into my mouth, cleaning off the taste of my own b
ottom.

  When I was finished, I crawled to Gripir. My heart beating so hard and fast in my chest I feared it would burst. My jaw and bottom both ached. My cunny clenched from unmet need. Despite my fear of him, I knew my penance to Gripir was the most important of all four men.

  “I will mete out my true punishment later when I am no longer fettered by these chains,” he warned. “For now, grab my cock. Jerk it hard and fast in your hand.”

  Not sure whether to be grateful for the small reprieve or fearful of the future, I gripped his cock. Swiftly moving my hand up and down its length, I awaited his instructions.

  “Keep moving your hand. When I cum, I want to cum on your face. I want your eyes on mine as I spill my seed on you.”

  Holding my breath in anticipation, I worked my hand over his length. After several moments, he threw his hips forward on a groan. Then, his bright azure eyes clashed with mine as strings of hot cum hit me in the face, covering my cheeks and mouth.

  Not a word was uttered in the chamber.

  Drained both emotionally and physically, I slowly rose, not daring to wipe the evidence of Gripir’s passion off my face.

  Turning, I sought the solitude of my chamber, leaving the men still bound in chains against the wall.

  14

  “Snow is here. She’s brought some stew for the kingsmen,” said Briar Rose as I strode into the main hall refreshed after a hot bath and some rest.

  “Well, isn’t that kind of you,” I said as I watched Briar Rose make strange slashing motions with her hands behind Snow’s back.

  Ignoring Briar’s antics, I asked, “What kind?” as I reached for the lid of the large earthenware pot she held.

  Briar started to spasm as she waved her hand violently behind Snow. I immediately knew why the moment I raised the lid. An unholy stench emanated from the pot. Surely the warm flesh of no beast of earth or sky was capable of making that smell! I watched in horror as the concoction bubbled and burped noxious sickly puffs of gray smoke.