by James Cox
Yes, that’s right Darrow. The Queen’s second-hand man and the stories I’ve heard of him are terrifying. He is no guard crawling up the ranks, he is the queen’s personal assassin. I backtrack, spilling ale on my shirt in a quick splash. The first thing that goes through my head is, hide! Now! I turn to haul myself down the stairs, but catch sight of more guards filling that hall. To avoid being seen, I lunge back and find myself in a dark alcove. The light here seems to be nonexistent. I can no longer see my hands curling into fists at my sides.
Darrow turns the corner and pauses.
My drink, the glass, it lies on the stone floor like a beacon to the eyes. I am discovered!
Darrow kicks the damn thing. It hits the wall, smashing into tiny, glittering pieces. “What is so hard about being a fucking guard?” He bellows out.
I hear him trudge down the steps and then the sound of flesh against flesh.
“You keep the drunks down here.” His voice is an angry flash of sound. “The next time I find someone wandering upstairs I will cut off your balls and feed them to your mother.”
I shiver, both scared and disgusted. The sounds fade away, the discovery halted. I am alone once more, stuck in a dark alcove with naught but my loud heartbeats. That had been too close. I step back, leaning against the wall while taking slow, deep breaths. It is time to call this story “to be continued”. I’ll have to sneak in when there is…
A shout catches my attention, but it is muffled and, oddly enough, it came from behind me.
I spin around, seeing only darkness. I lift my hands and feel the edge of something instead of a flat stone wall. Is that … is that a door? Indeed, I slide my palms around until I feel the ornate knob.
A hidden door in a dark alcove. Story back on!
I turn the knob, hear the soft click and then slowly ease the door open. It is thick and wooden with hinges that don’t make a sound. The voices are louder now. I press my lips nervously together and then drag the door open further. I am staring at a chandelier of at least twenty candles that flickers on a dark rounded ceiling. In fact, the entire room is round. The door leads to a platform and that to a staircase. I silently lean forward, staring over the railing to the space beneath and see… I nearly choke on my spit. I have to swallow repeatedly to keep from making a sound.
The queen is sitting on a stone throne in a stunning red gown that looks like she is wearing blood-soaked clothing. It hugs the curves of her generous breasts and flares out at her hips. The long lacy material is spread across the floor before the throne like she is melting. Her gaze is on the middle of the room, intent and, dare I say, mesmerized.
A male whimpers.
I open the door a bit further, curious and terrified to see what catches her attention. There, in the middle of the room is a man. A naked man. A naked man tied up to long, wooden poles. His wrists are bound to each pole as are his legs. His bits are on display like he is a sacrifice she is going to devour. If she eats him, I swear to Dullahan I will run screaming from the castle like a little girl.
“Your gift, my queen.” Darrow steps from the behind the chocolate-haired man and double checks his restraints.
“I do love your gifts.” She smiles.
Darrow bows. “This is a lovely whore named Petar. I found him in a whorehouse all by himself.” Darrow slides his hand along the man’s arm.
Petar whimpers, his cock thickening between his legs.
The queen sits on her throne watching, silent but for the intensity of her gaze.
Darrow tugs his shirt over his head and two objects glint at me from his nipples. It seems to be gems or something. Colorful ink decorates his tanned skin. Darrow uses the shirt as a blindfold for Petar. Then he lifts his hand and pinches the man’s nipple. It must have been hard because Petar cries out and twists against his bindings. Darrow laughs, easing his grip and running his hands down to the man’s hips. “Such a beautiful sound.” Darrow grabs the man’s cock, tugging roughly as his gaze slips toward the queen. It seems the queen isn’t the only one with wandering eyes. Darrow then leaps, yes leaps, into the air and slices the ropes that are holding the man’s arms up.
Where had he held the knife? I didn’t see it glint in the firelight.
Darrow returns to his feet gracefully, slithers his bare hand into Petar’s hair and then yanks him over.
The queen’s breasts hitch with her breaths, pressing the creamy flesh against the red cloth. Her tongue darts out, a sheen of moisture makes her bottom lip shine.
Darrow twists slightly, so the queen has an unobstructed view. Then he tugs on his pants. They slide down his legs, revealing hard-packed muscle. His ass cheeks are hard and tight. Hairy thighs are massive, powerful and clenched.
I ease in further to see more.
Darrow’s cock is long and thick. Even from here I can see the heaviness to it and the glint of something. Another jewel? I squint, slipping further inside the room. It is gold! Darrow has multiple pieces of gold piercing his body. The revelation makes me straighten and ease closer. Darrow grabs Petar’s hair and jerks him lower. I hear the hard gasp then Petar’s mouth descends onto Darrow’s dick.
This is some of the craziest shit I’d ever seen! (And I’ve seen quite a bit.)
Darrow grabs both of Petar’s arms and ties them behind his back, before slapping at the man’s face with his dick. “Suck me.” His voice is deep and raspy. He shifts his hips and his cock slaps against Petar’s cheek, then his chin and his nose. Petar has his tongue out, trying desperately to catch the elusive cock. Darrow then slaps the man on the ass. Hard enough for Petar to cry out. While his mouth is open, Darrow shoves his cock inside. “Suck me!” Darrow’s head falls back. I hear the slurping sounds as I glance at the queen.
Surprisingly, her eyes aren’t on that thick cock being swallowed, but on Darrow’s face. She watches him intently. Interesting.
Darrow grasps Petar’s hair and tugs. The man cries out, letting the dick fall from his lips. Suddenly two more naked men are walking up to them. I take a step back. The new guys have their cocks out, too. They walk up to Petar and start using his mouth. Darrow moves behind the moaning Petar. He grabs his cock, strokes it before playing with the gold piercing each nipple. All the while he holds the queen’s gaze. They both look intense and although the queen is just sitting there, her breath is hitched. Darrow angles his cock and in one, hard slam, reams Petar. The man screams, followed by a muffled moan. Darrow fucks him. Thrusting almost lazily at first, but quickly increasing the speed. All the while Darrow’s cock fills Petar, he locks gazes with the queen. Something passes between them, unfulfilled lust. I know that look well enough.
I am so busy watching Darrow fuck that man, his gold piercings glinting in the firelight, his gaze latching onto the queen, that I don’t hear the guards coming and they must have seen the light from the open door because the next thing I know I am being pulled back by rough hands. I roll across the hall and sit up to sharp blades at my throat.
It seems like my luck has run out.
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My story is filled with the intrigues of sex and violence. As I write this end, the water has begun to recede. The screaming has stopped and the hungry creature outside my door swims off. I can hear footsteps. Guards? I am rushing into the dark corner of my new cage. They are dragging someone into the cell with me. A tall man with a hint of danger about him. The moment the cell door closes, a chill runs up my spine. This stranger bangs on the door and it rattles so violently that I know, I just know he is not human. But he seems intent on getting out and that door doesn’t seem as sturdy as it had a moment ago.
Perhaps I’ll live to write another adventure after all…
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