Queen and the Kingsmen

by Zoe Blake

  Taking a step back as I pulled a perfumed handkerchief from my sleeve to wave beneath my nose, I coughed to cover my discomfort.

  “It is rabbit stew. My specialty. I don’t think it is too much to state that I am rather famous for it throughout the forest,” offered Snow proudly.

  “Of that I have no doubt, dear.”

  Snow beamed from the perceived compliment.

  “May I take it to the kingsmen? I had heard from my men that you had them imprisoned here and I thought perhaps a little home cooking would cheer them up.”

  Knowing I had already done a great deal to raise their spirits, I only nodded my assent. “I think that is a fine idea!” Motioning to a servant, I had them relieve Snow of her burden. “Won’t you take tea with me and Briar Rose while the men enjoy your repast?”

  “Oh, that would be lovely!” exclaimed Snow. “Surrounded by seven burly men and a baby all day, I am simply starved for feminine company. Red is sweet, and I absolutely adore her, but I fear some of the people from my village think I am going quite daft from talking to a large red wolf all the time!”

  Aware that Snow was friends with the enchanted wolves’ new mate, I laughed at her jest.

  As Briar showed Snow into the drawing room, I motioned for the servant to return. Turning my head away, I quickly lifted the lid off the stew and slipped a large iron key inside sending up a small prayer that the odoriferous meal did not melt the metal.

  “See that the warden releases their wrists and only manacles them by the feet so that they may eat their meal with relish,” I ordered.

  Leaving Snow and Briar chatting about both being newly married, I tip-toed down the dungeon stairs to see how my men were getting along.

  Peeking around the corner, I observed them unnoticed.

  They were all sitting in a circle around Snow’s pot of stew. Their arms were free, but each had a heavy ankle manacle.

  Well, I wasn’t about to make it too easy for them. What fun was there in that?

  “I think the huntsmen may be trying to kill us,” said Troylus as he poked at the fast, hardening stew.

  “What kind of animal could this be?” asked Regin.

  “Somehow it seems crueler to not just kill the beast but to make it suffer the indignity of becoming…whatever this is,” offered Sigmun as he sniffed at his bowl before turning his head away with a grimace.

  “Seriously, do you think the huntsmen are trying to kill us? It’s the only explanation I can think of as to why they would send Snow here with this…hateful weapon,” observed Troylus.

  Ever the thoughtful one, Regin offered, “Maybe Snow is just a bad cook?”

  “No one. No one…is as bad a cook as this!” chimed in Gripir. “I think this is definitely an act of war.” With that, he pushed the whole pot over to let the stew ooze over the straw and down the drain in the center of the chamber.

  “A key!” called out Troylus as they all scrambled to rescue the key from the gooey mess before it fell between the drain slats.

  Shaking the gloppy gray substance from the shaft of the key, Troylus tried it in his lock. The manacle clicked open.

  With a cheerful shout, they pushed out their shackled legs for Troylus to unlock the chains as each of them began to talk over the other with plans on how to retrieve their weapons and escape the castle.

  Turning, I headed back up the stairs, I did not have much time.

  Making my escape, I fled into the forest.

  Now I would learn the truth about my men. Either they would chase after me…or they would return to their mercenary pursuits.

  I do hope they chose the former. I had grown quite fond of each of them…as well as the games we played. I realized now how tiring and uneventful my life had become before them. There was something numbing about always having someone at your command…to bow and scrape. Never anyone to challenge or cross you. It had become boring!

  Then these men forced their way into my life and everything became alive.

  My blood charged at just the thought of their coarse words and rough commands. How they forced me to bend to their will. It was infuriating and thrilling all at the same time. I loved the rush from feeling the bite of pain followed by the relief of pleasure. The exhilarating confusion of being both bound and free.

  I now wanted it…needed it…craved it.

  I would hate to give it all up just because of a tiny misunderstanding over me lying about killing their princess and then trapping them in a dungeon!

  15

  A deep rumbling noise broke the quiet of the forest from the north.

  They had found me. They had chosen me after all, I thought with a smile.

  Knowing my men would be resourceful in securing weapons and their horses once I gave them a little help with those pesky ankle shackles, I headed to the hot springs. I had recently spied the huntsmen disciplining Snow there. I shall never forget her look of blissful satisfaction as each man took a turn pleasuring her.

  I wanted that.

  After doing my penance before the men earlier, my body still hummed, needing release. The kind of release only my kingsmen could give me.

  The kingsmen stormed into the clearing, each astride a mighty beast. Gripir had barely waited for his horse to slow his stride before leaping from the animal’s back.

  Stalking towards me, he grabbed my gown by the front and yanked me to his chest, “Get these damn clothes off right now.”

  A thrill danced and swirled deep in my breast as I boldly leaned forward and whispered, “You’re going to have to tear them off me.”

  Gripir smiled. It was the first time I had ever seen him express such a cheerful emotion.

  A moment later, he fisted the material of my gown and viciously wrenched it from my body.

  Let the games begin.

  Smiling I raised my arms. A soft green mist rose in a circle around the clearing, enclosing the large rocks of ice with the pool of warm water nestled in the center. The huntsmen would just have to wait before they returned to their favorite spring. Each of the kingsmen stripped off their torn and dirty clothes. When they stalked before me, I both felt and saw their hunger.

  Troylus lifted me high in his arms before stepping over the boulders of ice into the warm water. We both let out an appreciative groan as the heated liquid rushed over our chilled skin. Regin, Gripir and Sigmun soon followed.

  “I don’t know what I wanted more, Zell’s tight cunt or a bath,” teased Sigmun as he splashed water over his face.

  Troylus did the same, washing away the dried blood from the gash over his eye.

  Floating in the warm water, I enjoyed watching the men bathe their strong, heavily muscled bodies. The calm after the storm of battle. Or was it the calm before a battle?

  “Does this mean I am forgiven?” I asked saucily.

  Four pairs of hostile eyes turned to me.

  “Not even close, Zella,” intoned Regin as he made a move toward me.

  “What do you say men? Shall we show Zelladine how displeased we are at her subterfuge?” asked Troylus.

  “Absolutely,” responded Gripir as he reached over the stones for a knife secured to the waistband of his breeches.

  My mouth opened but words failed me. Fear crept over me as he unsheathed the knife and flipped it around in his palm.

  Keeping his eyes trained on me, he raised his arm high and stabbed the boulder of ice to my right. Small flecks of ice hit the top of my breasts and shoulders as he worked a large piece of ice free. Tossing the knife aside, he held the ice in his palm. Rubbing and shaping it. The ice transformed from a jagged chunk into an oblong object from the heat of his hands.

  Fascinated, I watched the play of light as it bounced and sparkled off the smooth, shining piece of ice crystal.

  “Men,” said Gripir with a nod.

  Hands gripped my shoulders as I was hauled backwards. “Hey!” I cried out as Troylus and Regin reached beneath the water to raise my knees high.

  Pressed between the
ir two large bodies, I was held aloft, my legs spread and open. My cunny on full display.

  “Put me down! What are you doing?” I cried out.

  With the back of his fingers, Sigmun stroked the fine hair of my cunny, “It’s time for your punishment, Zell. You’ve been very, very bad, indeed.”

  Troylus and Regin effortlessly tilted me back further, forcing my hips higher above the water. I felt Sigmun stroke a single fingertip over my tight, puckered hole.

  With horrified clarity, I realized what my punishment was to be.

  “No! No! I don’t want to play this game!”

  “You have no choice! And remember…using magic is cheating,” warned Troylus gruffly.

  I knew better than to try my spells on them. Still I was not sure I would be able to endure what they had planned for me.

  Sigmun placed his hand under my bottom on my lower back, steadying me. Stepping aside, he nodded to Gripir who took a step before me. The hot spring was shallow on this end, so the water barely reached above his hips. I could see the head of his cock as it bobbed with each movement of the water. Holding the large piece of ice aloft for my fearful gaze, he then lowered his arm and positioned the ice rod at my hidden entrance.

  My legs clenched, trying to close as I fought against Troylus’ and Regin’s grip. The first kiss of the ice sent a bolt of pained awareness up each of my limbs.

  “Oh! Damn! No! It’s cold! You can’t!”

  Gripir touched the ice to my dark hole again, this time applying pressure. My body trembled from overexertion as much as from the icy contact.

  As he applied more pressure, the ice melted and became slicker. With a final push, the tip popped inside my body. Everything inside of me tightened and clenched. I started to whimper as I still weakly struggled against the hard grip of Troylus and Regin.

  “Thrust it in deep, Gripir,” cheered on Sigmun.

  Gripir’s teeth clenched as he tightened his grip on the slippery ice rod and pushed harder, forcing the object deeper into my warm body.

  I screamed in agony as the ice caused painful cramps up my back and around my stomach.

  “Take it out! Take it out! Please!” I begged.

  None of the men listened. This was my well-earned punishment and I was going to take it whether I liked it or not.

  Sigmun pried my cheeks open wider as Gripir used the center of his palm to push the ice shaft all the way in. My body swallowed it whole.

  This was worse than any pain I had experienced so far. It made me long for the heat of their palms from a spanking or the warmth of their cocks inside of me. Anything to stop the piercing bite of the ice.

  Troylus and Regin released their grip on my body. I slid down into the warm water. Instead of comforting me, it only increased the disparity between the warmth of my skin and the frigid shaft up my bottom. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I gritted my teeth. My whole body began to tremble and shake from the strain.

  I felt several hands on me but didn’t open my eyes, too lost in my own pain. I was being pulled to the deeper end of the pool. My body floated back as someone placed themselves between my legs. I felt another one of them behind my head, supporting my back.

  “Open your eyes, Zelladine. I want you to watch what I do to your body,” murmured Troylus.

  Slowly my eyes flicked open. My wet skin glistened, its pale creamy texture tinted a light pink from the warmth of the water. Troylus was standing between my legs, his open mouth poised over my cunny.

  “I want you to cum on my mouth,” he said, his voice a harsh rasp.

  Moaning, I shook my head no. “I can’t. The ice. The ice hurts too much. My stomach…everything is cramping.”

  “Use the pain, Zelladine. Turn it into pleasure.”

  Troylus used his thumbs to part the folds of my cunny. Leaning down, he flicked the tip of his tongue over the sensitive nub. My whole body jolted from the impact. As Troylus continued to torture my cunny with flicks and swirls of his tongue, the other men joined in.

  The harsh cracking sound of crunching grabbed my attention. Gripir and Sigmun were on either side of my floating body, holding my arms. They opened their mouths to show shards of ice slowly melting on their tongues. Sigmun winked at me before leaning down to capture my nipple and pull it deep into his mouth.

  “No! Oh! Oh!” I cried out as his cold tongue bathed my warm flesh.

  Gripir then did the same. With a dark glint to his eyes, he used his teeth to gently bite down on my nipple as he swiped a shard of ice from inside his mouth over the tip.

  It was too much. I felt overwhelmed and confused. Dizzy with emotion.

  I was at once hot and cold. The warmth of the water as it floated over my body only heightened the chill of the men’s mouths on my nipples and the ice rod placed firmly inside my tight bottom. All the while, Troylus feasted on my cunny, forcing a response from me.

  Regin, leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Get used to this, your highness. We have finally captured our queen. The game is won. You are ours now. Submit. You have no other choice.”

  The guttural rasp of his voice as he uttered his possessive words sent me over the edge.

  Screaming, my body bowed upwards in their grasp as I cried out for more pain. “Bite me. Harder. Harder. Make it hurt! Oh! Yes!”

  “With pleasure,” breathed Gripir against my flesh as his sharp teeth almost pierced my skin.

  Sigmun did the same to my other nipple as he reached under my floating body and painfully forced two fingers inside my cold clenched bottom.

  At that moment, Troylus scraped the edge of his teeth against my clit.

  My world exploded in a shower of color and light as pleasure was torn from the grasp of pain.

  Afterwards, we all lowered our bodies deeper into the hot springs, letting the water lap at our neck and shoulders. With my eyes half-closed, I looked at each them. So similar in bearing and purpose yet each his own man. I really had grown quite fond of all of them…and our games.

  “So, what happens now?” I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

  “What do you mean?” responded Gripir. His eyes still closed as he leaned his head back on one of the icy boulders.

  “Well, you no longer serve that odious man, Basil. You now know that Briar Rose is happy and safe. So…I suppose your work here…and with me…is finished.”

  I was surprised at the feeling of sadness that enveloped me at my words. I had always assumed it was my loss of powers which made me susceptible to mortal emotions of pain, love and loss but that was not so. My powers were fully restored and yet I still felt those same vulnerable emotions. It must be these men. I’d known from the moment I’d met them, they were different from all the other mortals I had encountered and now I knew why. They were the ones who truly had all the power…over me.

  “Now why would you think something like that?” asked Sigmun.

  “Well…I….”

  “Tut, tut,” teased Regin using one of my own favorite phrases. “Does she really think we are done punishing her for her transgressions?”

  “Punishing me? But I…I made my penance with you in the dungeon and you have punished me just now for my lying!”

  Troylus shook his head. “There is still the running away to consider.”

  Regin chimed in. “And the putting us in the dungeon in the first place.”

  “And don’t forget that disgusting fare she had Snow feed us,” offered Gripir.

  “You can’t blame me for Snow’s terrible cooking!” I objected.

  “Yes, but I can blame you for subjecting us to it,” countered Gripir.

  He had a point there.

  All four men began to inch closer, circling around me, closing in.

  “The fact is, Zelladine, I think it will be a long…long…long time before we have finished thinking of reasons to punish and pleasure you,” warned Troylus.

  “And we are duty bound to see this task through,” reasoned Regin.

  “Well, well,” I said wi
th a dramatic sigh. “It looks as though we are stuck with each other.”

  Sigmun nodded, playfully looking despondent. “Alas, I believe we are.”

  “Well, if we are going to continue our little game, I should continue to play my part,” I said with a mischievous smile.

  Raising my arms high above the water, I flicked my wrists and disappeared….with their clothes and horses.

  I cannot wait to see what my punishment will be this time!

  Epilogue

  “Your highness,” formally intoned Hrafn. “Your highness!” he called out louder.

  It was difficult to hear him over all the laughter as I ran from tree to tree, peeking around the dark branches trying to spy one of the men.

  Gripir, Regin, Sigmun, Troylus and I were playing a very naughty game of cat and mouse. Each time one caught the other, they were allowed to remove a layer of clothing. The only problem was it was four against one, and I was not allowed to use my powers. So not fair!

  “Your highness, I must speak to you,” called out Hrafn.

  Ever since meeting the kingsmen, my life was now filled with new experiences, both painful and pleasurable. I was loving every moment of it. Unfortunately, I was having so much fun with my men that I had been shamefully neglecting my duties. It was all Hrafn could do to get me to focus on something other than them. I really should take pity on my poor friend.

  “Yes, Hrafn, what is—” I stopped with a shriek as Gripir had grabbed me from behind around the waist and was at once removing my sash and playfully biting me on the neck.

  Laughing and out of breath, I cried out. “Halt! Halt! We are torturing my poor Hrafn.”

  Each of us stopped our game and moved to the small feast that was laid out upon some rocks. Roast beast, wine, fresh berries. Grabbing a flagon of wine, which was offered to me by Regin, I turned my full attention on Hrafn.

  “Yes, my pet. What is it you need to speak to me about?”

  “It is the wolves, your majesty,” said Hrafn with a much put-upon sigh as he ruffled his sleek black feathers.