by Zadie Black
“Can you push yourself up on your toes?” asked Dick. Aureola did so. She felt the knight’s thick cock trailing across her belly. That felt nice. She dropped down to the soles of her feet again, felt the cock thrust up toward her breasts. That was even nicer. She did it again.
“Ohhhhh, majesty,” groaned Dick. “By all the saints.” His lips were parted. They were flushed red. Aureola leaned forward to kiss him, but he pulled away. “No, no, your Majesty, please.” Dick turned his head away and squeezed his eyes shut. “I swore to my King to protect you. You are driving me crazy my Queen. Please.”
“Yes, sorry Dick, of course,” said Aureola. “I don’t know what’s come over me.” She shook her head, trying to clear it, and her lovely blonde locks tumbled about her bare shoulders. “What did you wish me to do, again?”
“Stand up on your toes. Gently,” Dick added quickly. “Then I will try to get my hands under your a… ah, your bottom, and lift you up.”
Aureola nodded. “Tell me a story to distract me, Dick.”
“What kind of story?” he asked.
“Tell me about your first girl,” she said breathlessly. She stood up on her toes. “Was it some sweet milkmaid?”
“Ah, no your majesty,” said Dick. She felt his hands shift to the underside of her buttocks to brace her. His fingers brushed the swollen lips of her quim, hot and slippery with her wetness. She knew he could feel her lewd desire. “It – it was my reading and writing tutor. She pulled down my breeches to spank me, and she - she saw how large I was.”
Aureola felt his calloused fingers part her labia. One began to probe the moist, pink mysteries inside.
“Then what did she do?” breathed Aureola.
“She let me… unlace her corset. I pulled out one of her teats. It was so big, your majesty. And I suckled upon it.”
Aureola squirmed her hips, trying to get his fingers deeper into her aching love tunnel. “Did she… did she suck your cock, Dick?”
“Y-yes… oh yes, your Majesty,” said Dick. “She sucked it so good.” His finger was moving back and forth within her pink channel.
“I want to suck your cock, Dick,” she cooed.
“Oh yes, your Majesty - No!”
Aureola panted with disappointment as she felt his fingers pulling out of her sopping cunt.
“Please, focus, highness,” said Dick. She felt herself being lifted off the floor. “Can you unhook your wrists?”
She looked up at her manacled hands and tried to lift them up. But the great iron hook was very long, and she was still inches away from its pointed end. “Higher, Dick,” she said. “I can’t reach it.”
With a grunt, he lifted her higher. Aureola felt her bonds straining against her bare flesh. She gasped and reached through the pain. She strained her hands higher and higher. “Just a little more,” she said. She felt Dick’s fingers dig into her crotch. Her juices were flowing freely, coating the knight’s fingertips.
Suddenly, Dick’s slippery fingers lost their purchase on her bottom. Aureola flopped back down with a cry.
“I’m sorry, Majesty,” said Dick. “It’s so difficult to concentrate.”
“It’s my fault, Dick,” said Aureola, blushing. “A better queen would be… dryer, and would not so distract her brave knight.” Something pressed against her inner thigh. She realized that during their attempt to unhook her wrists, the knight’s powerful member had slipped down. It was now hanging between her thighs.
“Dick,” she said. “Perhaps you would not be so distracted if you had some… relief.”
“Perhaps, highness,” he replied, gazing hungrily into her eyes.
She squeezed her thighs together, trapping his throbbing meat between them. “I cannot help you with my hands,” she said, “but maybe this will suffice.”
“You are most kind, your majesty,’ whispered the knight huskily. He thrust his hips forward. His cock slid easily between her thighs, now thoroughly lubed with her juices.
“You mustn’t think me an unfaithful wife to my King, Dick,” said Aureola, as her thighs clutched the burning tool thrusting between them between them.
“No, no, your Majesty,” Dick panted, as he continued to thrust in and out. “I can see that you are a good wife. You have good, fulsome tits. You have a good ass for squeezing.” Here, he did just that. Aureola moaned. “You have a good cunny, so wet and sweet and ripe.” Now Aureola felt his hardened shaft against the lips of her quim. She pressed down on it as far as she was able. The base sawed against her clit with each of the knight’s thrustings. The swollen head of his cock burrowed upwards between the cheeks of her ass. It brushed against her anus.
“My cunny loves the King’s cock, Dick,” gasped Aureola. “It loves when his cock is deep and hard inside me. It loves when he is filling it with his royal spunk. It’s a good cunny.”
Dick groaned and thrust faster. His cock was dripping with the Queen’s honey now. “Do you like that, my naked queen? Do you like it when the king plays with your cunt lips?”
“Ooh, yes.”
“Do you like it when he fingers your little asshole?”
“Mmm, I love it, Dick,” said Aureola. “I love it when he sticks his finger deep into my royal ass.” She felt a calloused finger moving gently around her tender rim at that moment. She moaned. “I love it when the king fucks all my holes with his big… fat… cock.”
“Ahhhhhh!” Dick’s heavy breathing and the flush spreading across his deeply tanned skin made it clear that he was on the verge of cumming. Aureola’s world had contracted down to his mighty fuckstick sawing back and forth against the engorged lips of her pussy.
Which is why she nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a deep voice next to her ear say, “Now, now. This won’t do at all.”
Standing next to Queen Aureola and Sir Richard, watching their naked, bound bodies sweating and heaving, was the sorcerer Mordred, resplendent in his red and black robes.
“My dear knight,” Mordred said to Dick, “what are you doing? Are going to spend your seed on the floor when you could be fucking this?” He gave Aureola’s ass a pinch. She cried out.
“Get away from me you sour cunt!” she snapped. Then she reared back and spat in Mordred’s face. A large gob of saliva landed in his eye.
“Careful, your highness,” Mordred purred dangerously as he brushed the spit out of his eye. He raised his hand as if to strike.
“Don’t you dare touch her!” roared Dick.
“Go ahead, dog,” said Aureola. “Slap a bound woman, if it makes you feel braver.”
“I find violence to be the refuge of lesser minds,” said Mordred. “A great man has other ways of achieving his desires.” He reached up and brushed the ornate ring on the queen’s hand. The gem began to glow red. Aureola’s eyes glazed over.
“What are you doing to her, you monster?” demanded Dick.
“Did I not tell you what the penalty was for your tardiness, Sir Richard?” asked Mordred. “It’s a pity, for she is so loyal to her King. As are you. But before she can go free, I’m afraid she must be well-ravished. Someone has to fuck her royal hole. But there’s good news,” he added, slapping Dick suddenly on his tightly muscled ass. “I’ve decided that her brave knight protector should be the one to do it.”
“I’ll kill you,” growled Dick.
Mordred sighed. “I’ve tried to make it easy for you, Sir Richard,” he said. “I presented her to you chained up and spread for your pleasure. I gave you countless opportunities to enjoy her nearly-naked flesh. Finally, I tied you up together, face to face, totally naked, and waited for nature to take its course. But it seems,” he said, his voice rising in anger, “that you can’t get it through your THICK. SKULL.” He punctuated these last two words with smacks to the back of the knight’s head.
Dick’s head flew forward, and he smashed his nose against Aureola’s forehead. If the queen felt this, she gave no sign. A thin line of blood trickled from
Dick’s nose.
“Let me put this in plain words that even a big sapient cock like you can understand, Sir Dick,” hissed the sorcerer. “You’re going to take your beloved Queen Aureola, you’re going to spread her open, and you’re going to fuck her little cunt like the slut she is. You’re going to fuck her until you cum deep inside her. Then you’re going to take her back to King Gregory and tell him what I’ve made you do.”
“Never!” shouted the knight.
“Why not?” asked Mordred. “You want to. Lie to your little whore queen, if you like, but don’t lie to me. You want to fuck her. You can’t imagine wanting anything more. And,” he added, “She wants it too.” He reached up and brushed the ring on Aureola’s hand once more. The gem’s crimson light began to pulse.
Aureola opened her eyes again. Dick found that she was gazing at him with naked longing. She began to grind her hips against him. “Oh, Dick,” she breathed. Against his will, Dick found himself growing erect once more.
“No, my lady,” he protested. “We mustn't! It’s what Mordred wants.”
“What about what I want, Dick?” the queen pouted. “I want you to pound your queen with that huge cock of yours. I want you to fill all my royal holes. I command it!” She leaned forward and pushed her mouth against his, trying to force his lips apart with your tongue.
Dick turned his face away. “Stop, your highness, this isn’t you!” he protested. But she paid no heed to his protests. She moaned and wiggled her body against him. Then she licked the side of his face.
“Take me, Dick, please,” moaned the queen. “I’m aching for you to fill me with your cream.”
“N-n-n-oooo…” moaned the knight. His cock was now fully erect once more, resting against the entrance to her sopping wet pussy.
“Allow me to make you both a little more comfortable,” said Mordred. He snapped his fingers. The golden ropes binding Dick and Aureola unknotted themselves and fell away. The manacles on their hands and feet opened and fell to the ground with a clink. Dick caught Aureola as she fell into his arms. The queen seized that moment to give him a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue probed into his mouth. Then he felt her gentle hand wrap around his shaft and begin to stroke it up and down.
Dick moaned and pulled away from her. “N-no, your majesty, please stop.”
But instead, the queen fell to her knees in front of him. Cupping his heavy testicles with one hand, she licked the length of his shaft from the base to the tip, where a drop of white pre-cum rolled onto her tongue. “Mmmmm,” she moaned.
From behind him, Dick heard Mordred laugh. Pulling his penis free from the queen’s hungry mouth, he whirled around. The sorcerer was standing about ten feet away from him with a delighted smile on his dark, bearded face. “Get out of her head, you scum,” said Dick, and he charged toward Mordred.
Suddenly, a weight hit him from behind and sent him sprawling head first onto the ground. The queen had tackled him from behind. Before he could get up, she was on top of him, rubbing her ripe breasts against his back. She reached between his legs, grabbed his balls and began to massage them with her delicate fingers. Another hand went trailing up the crack of his ass towards his anus.
Quickly, Dick rolled over, spilling the naked queen onto one of the deep fur rugs. He leaped up to attack Mordred but found that he was now on the opposite side of the room.
“Come now, Sir Richard, calm yourself,” said Mordred. “Your precious queen is my puppet now. You can’t hurt me without hurting her too.”
“Let her go!” demanded the knight. “You may do what you will with me, but let her go.” The queen crawled up to him on all fours, heavy breasts dangling and swaying beneath her. Sitting up on her heels, she popped the head of his cock into her mouth and began slurping lustily.
“Gladly, Sir Richard,” purred Mordred. “I just need you to do one thing - take the king’s wife, bend her over that altar, and fuck her!”
“Never!” cried Dick desperately. He pulled his tool out of the queen’s mouth with a wet pop. Vainly he tried to fend the buxom, naked woman off as she threw herself at him and attempted to rub her sumptuous tits against him. One of her hands she thrust between her thighs, and she was moaning and frigging herself as she tried to throw herself upon him.
“I really think you should reconsider,” said Mordred. He snapped his fingers and said, “Behold!”
Instantly, the queen ceased her lewd attacks. She stood up straight, a blank look on her face once more. Then she went and stood at the very edge of the pit in the center of the room, her toes dangling over open space as she swayed dangerously.
Dick became aware of bestial noises coming up out of the pit: grunts and growls and heavy panting.
“Down in this pit are more of my special creations,” said Mordred, “the beast-men. If you will not screw your king’s lovely young bride, I’ll command her to throw herself into this pit. I assure you that, should you prove unwilling, the creatures blow will violate the Queen thoroughly and repeatedly.”
Dick stepped to the edge of the pit and stood next to the Queen. He looked down. Numerous hideous shapes moved in the darkness below. They walked upright, like men, but one had the head of a dog, another of a ram, a third of a snake. The dog-headed one looked up at the naked queen and whined. A massive red dong hung between its legs. It grabbed the bestial member and began to stroke it, panting, while it watched the Queen.
“What say you, my Queen? Would you like to give your pretty little asshole to these terrifying beasts?” asked Mordred.
“Big… Cock…” replied the entranced Queen in a mechanical voice.
“What do you say, Sir Dick? Will you let your Queen get gang-banged in this pit by my beast-men’s monstrous cocks? Or will you step up and do the job yourself, like a man? Choose quickly, for my patience is running out.”
Dick looked at the woman standing beside him. Although her blue eyes were staring vaguely off into space the flawlessness of her face and luscious body made her seem like a doll come to life.
“I’ll do it,” said Dick softly.
“I knew you’d see reason,” said Mordred. He laughed with glee. “Take her to the altar! To the altar!”
Dick put his hand on the queen’s belly, gently easing her back from the edge of the pit. Taking her hand, he turned her around and guided toward the altar.
The altar, on closer inspection, proved to be solidly well-made. It was broad enough that someone could lie down on it. Set on the outer edge on each side were a couple of metal rings.
“Lay her down on her back,” said Mordred, “and then you will tie her up as I instruct you. There is some rope in the cabinet beneath the altar.
Queen Aureola did not resist as Dick bound her to the altar. She stared straight up at the ceiling as he placed her hands above her head and tied them to the rings on the edge.
“Now, spread her open,” instructed Mordred. “Spread her legs open nice and wide. Show me that little peach pussy.”
Dick did as he was instructed. As the queen stared blankly into space, he gently spread her legs apart. She did not resist as he bent each leg at the knee and looped rope around her calf and thigh, binding them together. This was in turn then fastened to the metal loops on the sides of the altar, binding the lovely young queen so that she was opened like a butterfly, her sex exposed for anyone to see.
“Exquisite, isn’t she?” asked Mordred rhetorically. “So fulsome. So fuckable. The King is a lucky man. And you’re about to be too, Sir Dick.” He giggled horribly. “You’d better make sure she’s nice and moist, Sir Richard. You wouldn’t want to hurt that perfect little cunt with your legendary lance.”
Dick put his hand against the queen’s lips. She opened her mouth for him, and he pushed three fingers into it, moistening them against her tongue. Then, with the same hand, he began to rub his fingers into the soft, puffy lips of her quim. He massaged her fleshy sex, wetting it with her own saliva. He once more moiste
ned his fingers in her mouth and gently spread open her delicate butterfly wings. Then he plunged his fingers into her tender pink furrow. With his thumb, he softly stroked glistening saliva over the head of her clit where it peeked shyly out from beneath its pink hood.
The queen continued to stare at the ceiling, but her breasts were rising and falling as if her breathing had quickened. On some level, she was clearly aroused.
Dick realized that he was feeling much the same - his own member began to grow firm and erect once more. This surprised the knight. He had never fancied himself the sort of man who got off on the idea of helpless women. Throughout his life his smoldering good looks and generously-endowed penis meant that almost any woman he desired was willing - nay, more than willing - to open her legs for him. He had had no need to fantasize about tying up defenseless or unwilling women. Yet, he could not deny that seeing Queen Aureola bound naked and splayed open, helpless to any marauding cock that wished to penetrate her, was having an effect on him.
“Enough foreplay,” snarled Mordred. “Fuck your queen. Fuck the King’s wife with your giant cock, Sir Richard!”
With an angry thrust, Dick plunged his magnificent shaft into the Queen’s pussy. He went deep, filling her up with his cock until his tight ball-sack slapped against her ass and he felt his tip pushing against her cervix.
Dick knew that he was doing something terrible - violating the body of the wife of his king, the man to whom he had sworn an oath of eternal loyalty. And yet, as he began to thrust deep into her with long, powerful strokes, he could not deny that it felt good. The forbidden fruit did indeed taste the sweetest. And this fruit was full and ripe, and he was fucking it. He reached forward and mauled the queen’s magnificent tits with his hands.
He thrust into her faster and faster with each stroke. The queen’s tits were bouncing, her whole body vibrating. Suddenly, there was a ringing sound, as though something had fallen off the altar. A gleaming object went bouncing along the ground. Dick saw that it was the ring with the large red gem. It had fallen off the Queen’s finger.
