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Tempted by the Chained Queen

Past Zadie Black

Legends of Lust: Tempted by the Chained Queen by Zadie Blackness.

2d Edition.

© 2018 Zadie Blackness. All rights reserved. This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in whatsoever form by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise—without prior written permission of the writer, except as provided past United states copyright law. For permission requests, contact the writer via electronic mail: zadieblackauthor@gmail.com.

This is a piece of work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are entirely the products of the author's fertile and kinky imagination. Whatsoever resemblance to actual persons, living or expressionless, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Cast of Characters

King Gregory

Wise sovereign of the Kingdom of Sukkonia.

Queen Aureola

The Male monarch's second wife. Renowned for her kindliness and beauty.

Father Mordo

The abbot of Fallisburrough Abbey.

Lady Delmar

A haughty young redhead who is one of the queen's ladies-in-waiting.

Sir Richard of the Lance

The King's champion. A brooding knight with a night past.

Mordred

An evil sorcerer with a grudge against Rex Gregory's family.

Corin

Sir Richard's squire.

Foreplay! I mean, Foreword!

The inspiration for this book grew out of my twin loves of smut and fantasy adventure stories. When I eagerly scoured the interwebs for books combining the two, the choice seemed limited. This is quite astonishing, really, when 1 considers that within the space of a few keystrokes i tin can find lawyer erotica, cowboy erotica, billionaire erotica, shape-shifter erotica, alien erotica, dinosaur erotica, and, of course, gay shape-shifting dinosaur conflicting billionaire lawyers-who-are-also-cowboys erotica. But become looking for fantasy erotica, and you lot'll find that the pickings are slim. Then I decided to try my hand at writing my ain.

My idea was to write a series of short, sexy adventures set in and around a typical fantasy kingdom. I wrote a two-page outline for the outset story and set virtually fleshing it out. That 2-page outline, however, soon blossomed into a novella-length piece of work, which you at present concur in your hands.

A long time ago in a lost kingdom...

The male monarch'south cute new bride is the toast of the land. But all is not well. The evil sorcerer Mordred has spirited her away in the dead of nighttime. Now, only a lonely knight, the male monarch'due south champion, stands a chance to win her back. But when Sir Richard of the Lance finds the queen, she is caged in the sorcerer's dungeon, wearing trivial more than her chains and a metal bikini. Now the cute queen and the rex'south most loyal knight must overcome the deadly traps that make full this sorcerer's dungeon together. But tin can Sir Richard overcome the ultimate temptation: the attracting, sensual woman at his side? Or volition he and the queen surrender to their desires?

Only 1 thing is certain: sexy adventures await!

This story is probably longer than smut should be. If you are like most readers of fine smut, you are probably looking for something to, shall we say, stimulate your imagination. Patience, horny reader! I have tried to fill these pages with lots of sexy happenings to hold your attending. And I promise that you will find the payoff, when it arrives, to exist very satisfactory.

This story contains people being tied upwardly, chained up, spanked, whipped, and punished; adultery; humiliation; dubcon; and, too, really bonny people fucking each other in exhaustive and explicit detail. In addition, this story contains occasional scenes of claret, gore, and death. You take been duly warned!

Reader feedback is always welcome. Electronic mail zadieblackauthor@gmail.com or message me on Twitter @ZadieBlack. Tell me what you'd like to meet more of!

Well, enough foreplay, reader. Permit's get down to concern! Welcome to the Kingdom of Sukkonia. I hope you enjoy your stay.

Dearest,

~ Zadie B ~

June 2017

Notes on the Second Edition

After I wrote Chained Queen I idea I might be able to pay someone a trivial bit to edit it. But then I discovered that editors are quite expensive, fifty-fifty the 'cheap' ones! I did the best I could on my own, but of grade a number of glaring errors escaped my find. Kind readers take pointed out a few (I don't listen this kind of feedback from readers if it is done politely! Send me an email if you spot something, reader!). I noticed several more than. There are also some passages that I have re-phrased for clarity.

The only substantial change I have made was to re-name "The King'south Forest" to "The Knight'due south Wood." The innuendo works improve that style, trust me!

If you have read this book already, nothing really substantial has changed. New readers, even so, will enjoy a more than polished read.

Very well, onward!

A long time ago, in a lost kingdom…

Chapter One: Midnight Tryst

The travelers arrived at Castle Greyhart as the first stars began to twinkle in the dusky heaven. Pennants atop soaring towers caught the sun's last rays as they fluttered in the evening cakewalk. In the shadow of the proceed'due south high walls, the lights of the surrounding town of Strokington glimmered.

A messenger rushed into the bang-up hall to inform the King of the new arrivals. King Gregory, sovereign of the Kingdom of Sukkonia, was seated in his corking chair. His ancestral throne was decorated with ornate carvings overlaid with silvery leafage. Above, the calorie-free of a thousand candles shimmered in their chandeliers. The messenger bowed depression and announced that the travelers were a visitor of monks from Fallisburrough Abbey, a wealthy cloister on the outskirts of the kingdom. They had come up to pay homage to the new Queen.

King Gregory was not surprised.

The king's beginning wife (gods balance her soul) had died a few years earlier after a long and lingering affliction. After a period of grieving, the male monarch's advisors encouraged him to remarry and forge new alliances with his neighbors. For his new bride, King Gregory had chosen a princess of the far Kingdom of Koochilik to secure an alliance between that state and Sukkonia. Messengers were dispatched along with handsome gifts, and in due time the King's proposal was accepted.

The princess, when she arrived, proved to exist a tall, regal young woman with radiant white-blonde hair which cascaded down her graceful spine to her shapely lesser. The rumors of the male monarch's court said that she was as kind and gentle and she was lovely. And she was very lovely. The entire Kingdom of Sukkonia fell instantly in love with her, and King Gregory gladly wed her, making her Queen Aureola. Discussion of the queen's renowned beauty spread far and wide, and visitors came from all over to gaze upon her and bring her gifts.

The traveling monks now entered the peachy hall in stately procession, dressed in wine-colored robes. At the head of the double column was the abbot, a middle-anile man robed in white. He had an air of simplistic dignity. The monks bowed depression before the rex and his young bride. So the abbot approached the royals and named himself Father Mordo.

A heavy box of the finest forest with an iron padlock was placed before the Rex and Queen. A key was turned, revealing the gift within. It was a beautiful gilded band with a massive, lustrous carmine precious stone set in information technology. Father Mordo presented the ring to the queen solemnly, saying, "This was bestowed upon Fallisburrough Abbey by a great patron in days of yore. For ages, information technology has lain buried within the abbey's vaults aslope its greatest treasures. Only now,�

� Begetter Mordo declared, "it will shine forth among men over again, on the mitt of the nearly radiant queen of Sukkonia ever to rule over her loyal subjects."

The rex and queen were well-pleased with both the speech and the souvenir. Queen Aureola accustomed the ring, and the King himself slipped it onto her long, elegant finger. The unabridged courtroom flare-up into applause. Everyone agreed that this noble jewel elevated the queen's beauty across that of mere mortals.

A banquet was gear up out in the Hall of Lxx Pillars. The male monarch, the queen, the majestic court, the abbot, and his monks drank flagons of wine and feasted heartily. Male monarch Gregory had the abbot sit past his side and speak to him of the fortunes of Fallisburrough and its abbey. Queen Aureola sabbatum across from him, surrounded past her beautiful and haughty ladies-in-waiting, who attended to her every need. Delmar, the queen's favorite, was the haughtiest of all. She had flaming cerise hair and skin that was porcelain pale. And if she noticed the abbot watching her from below his stern brow, she did not evidence it. At last, the hour grew tardily, and the Queen announced that she would retire with her ladies to her chambers. The feast was at an end.

Two majestic guardsmen, arrayed in liveried armor, saluted Queen Aureola and her retinue equally they swept past and into the queen's chambers. One of the maids pushed the heavy oaken door to the chambers close and turned the slap-up iron key, locking it fast against male intruders.

The queen's young courtiers were still full of wine and vocal from the feast, and they giggled and chattered as they removed Queen Aureola's diadem and other jewelry and began to undress her. The queen, nonetheless, did non wish to part with her new band. She connected to wear it so that she might admire information technology, even equally she stood stripped naked in the centre of her chamber while her maids combed her hair down her bare back and perfumed her soft skin with scents of lavander.

Then the tittering girls helped Queen Aureola into a richly embroidered silk nightgown.

"Your Majesty," said Delmar, the redhead. "Shall I bring some more vino?" The other girls voiced their enthusiasm for this idea.

Queen Aura, still gazing at the great ruby on her finger, stifled a huge yawn. "No ladies," she said. "I fear the festivities have wearied me utterly. I shall take to my bed immediately."

Heavy covers were pulled bated and richly embroidered pillows made set. The queen lay downwards on the bed, white-gold tresses fanning out like the rays of the lord's day. Earlier the maids could even finish tucking her in, they saw that she was already fast asleep. Giggling to each other, they blew out the torches and crept out of the queen'due south sleeping room.

Lady Delmar waited until the other ladies-in-waiting had retired to their own bedrooms before creeping out into the corridor. "What fortune," she marveled to herself, "that the queen was so fatigued this night."

Delmar pulled aside a woven tapestry hanging on the wall. Behind it was smoothen, bare stone. She laid a pale hand with scarlet nails on a certain stone. An entire section of the wall swung back silently, revealing a subconscious passage. Delmar entered.

The hidden passage led to the king's chambers and was designed principally so that King Gregory could visit his royal bride in her bedchambers. But Delmar knew that in that location was some other passage that branched off of it that pb to another subconscious door in the purple gardens. She reckoned that the rex would non visit the queen tonight, for he had drunk more than his make full of wine during the banquet. Like his queen, she thought, he would be sleeping deeply. Delmar crept downwardly the dark passageway. She reached down her bodice between her soft, pale breasts and pulled out a long, slender cardinal. Unlocking the door at the end of the passage, she pushed it open up.

Emerging amid hanging ivy and bushes blossoming with roses, she stopped and looked around her. At this hour of the night, the gardens were withal. Zilch moved, and no one seemed to be about.

Delmar jumped as a robed figure emerged from the bushes behind her.

"You lot came, my lady," said the man. He was alpine and had a deep, gravelly vocalisation. "I was not fifty-fifty certain that you had received my message."

Delmar held up a folded parchment scrap. "I did, every bit you tin see, your holiness."

"Delight," said the robed holy man, "I am merely a apprehensive servant of the gods. Call me Father Mordo."

"Very well, Begetter," said Delmar, giggling.

The figure stepped closer to her and put a heavy manus on either side of her slender cervix. He bent nearer her face as if to beverage in her comely features. "Truly, my lady, yous are as enchanting as your queen."

Delmar waved her manus dismissively. "You flatter me too much, Father. I know I cannot concur a candle to her majesty."

"Just it is true," persisted the holy human being. "When I saw you at the feast this evening I thought you were as fiery and pale equally the dawn. Different than your purple queen, maybe, simply possessing an bawdy beauty all your own."

The heat rose in Delmar's cheeks. She was glad that in the darkness her suitor could not see her flush blood-red from her cheeks to her pale breasts. "Oh father, I am sure you exaggerate greatly."

"I do not," said the human. "Tonight my eyes were stock-still on y'all, my fiery angel, not your queen."

"That'southward because you haven't seen her naked," Delmar retorted and then blushed even harder.

"The Queen is non the one I wish to see naked," breathed the man. Delmar felt her heart spring into her throat. With 1 large, coarse manus he lifted Delmar's red lips to his own. Their lips met. Their kiss was gentle until Delmar bit his lower lip and sucked on information technology. In response, she felt his natural language thrusting into her oral fissure. Delmar put her arms around him, felt the taut muscles of his broad frame rippling beneath his simple woolen robes. The two embraced breathlessly, passionately.

"Why father," said Delmar, when she came up for air, "what is this beneath your robes?"

"A sign of my ardor for yous, my lady," he said. "It is a special gift to a human being that is given by the gods."

Delmar parted his robes to reveal his thick, erect member. She took concord of it, felt its hotness in her pocket-sized manus. Her fingers could barely achieve all the way effectually its girth.

Delmar dropped to her knees. The head of the abbot'south cock was swollen and purple. "Gods be praised," she breathed. She stuck out her tongue and twirled information technology around the tip. A drop of white goo trailed from his cockhole onto her willing tongue.

Her robed lover put his easily on the back of her head and pulled her downwardly onto his manhood. She willingly took him into her oral cavity, wrapping her carmine- painted lips around his warm, fleshy rod. She purred every bit his turgid cockmeat filled her rima oris. She began to bob upward and down on it, cradling the underside with her nimble tongue.

"Lady Delmar," he gasped, "you have a very talented natural language." Panting, he tightened his grip on her reddish tresses and began to thrust his shaft forcefully into her oral fissure. Delmar relaxed her pharynx and tongue and let him do it, grabbing his taut, muscular ass with her hands and taking him deep into her throat. As he fucked her mouth, his hairy assurance slapped confronting her chin.

Of a sudden, his whole body went rigid. "Oh gods, Lady Delmar," he gasped. Realizing what was about to happen, Delmar tried to pull her head back, only his passionate grip was like fe. His heavy testicles tightened, then his engorged prick began pumping spurts of white hot semen down her pharynx. Delmar fabricated a gagging noise, and, at last, he released her. She whipped her head back - but besides soon. He was non quite finished. Thick globs of cum landed on her chin, her neck, and her chest. They dripped down between her breasts, staining her dress.

"Fuck," said Delmar. "Yous've made me a mess, Begetter. I've got to get back and make clean up before anyone sees me."

"Wait a moment," said the man, rummaging in the folds of his robes. "No need for you to make clean upward, my lady." All of a sudden he gripped her roughly by her cum-drenched chin. "I'm sure the others will know a slut when they run into one," he hissed. He raised a heavy wooden truncheon, and earlier she could scream, he brought it down on her head with a crevice.

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bsp; Delmar fell to the ground and knew no more. The human being squatted down beside her and wiped his limp cock clean on her flaming locks.

"Sleep well, my little slut," he said. "Now I must attend to your lovely queen." Closing his robe and re-tying his belt, he gave a soft, chirping whistle. Iii more than robed figures emerged from the bushes.

"That trivial whore gave good sport, didn't she main," said one of them, leering at the unconscious daughter.

"She gave the states what we need, and that is all that matters," said the man.

"Shall I kill her?" said the other.

"No," sneered the leader. "In the morning she will wake in her stained dress with a foul gustation in her rima oris and a splitting headache. Her humiliation will be great. She will tell no i what has transpired here. At present, let us become." He looked at his robed companions. "Just start - I practice not think that monks accept whatever business being in the queen'due south chambers. Time to alter our appearance." He began to mutter a string of guttural syllables as he waved his hands. The monk robes of all the men shimmered and then seemed to melt into the armor and livery of the purple guard. "Much better," the leader said, surveying his handiwork. "Come."

Pushing open the door to the secret passage, he entered, followed by his three companions.

The moon shown down on the sleeping queen as the door to her bedchamber opened silently, and the iv false guardsmen entered. The leader took by her hand and gently brushed his thumb across the neat gem of the ring she wore. The gem began to glow with an unearthly scarlet light.

"Rise, my queen," the homo intoned. Immediately, Queen Aura got up from her bed and stood abreast him. She was barefoot, wearing only her ornate silk nightgown. In the common cold air of the chamber, the outline of her erect nipples was visible through the thin fabric. Her ample bosom mesmerized the intruders equally it rose and fell beneath the silk.

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