A debauched dragon king subjugates a chaste knight who has volunteered to be his willing captive.
King Caine and his councilor Randell are owed a debt by the mortal king ruling in the land above them. When Caine sees the knight Jonah he’s stricken by his beauty and innocence—and then senses something even more compelling about him. Jonah surprises everyone by accepting his fate as Caine’s sacrifice. He willingly descends to Darkhelm to be used as the king and his councilor see fit.
An erotic BDSM medieval fantasy with a romantic twist!
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THE SAMPLE CHAPTER BELOW STARTS ON PAGE 16 OF THE ACTUAL STORY
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“Remove your clothes,” I said when Jonah was next before me. “You may not wear them in the presence of myself or Randell.”
Jonah swallowed hard enough for his throat to bob. Sweet silent tears came from him as he shed his layers of garments, but there was no hesitation. He exposed his exquisite manhood as easily as he had his pale arms. Randell and I smiled in unison.
“Now bow. Bow as deeply as you did yesterday, and design an oath of fealty that you know will be most pleasing to me.”
Before I finished speaking he had thus bowed. There was only I and Randell in the throne room with him. No one was behind him to behold his exposed anus and testicles. Pity there was no mirror.
“I wish for you to liberate yourself with this oath, Jonah. Swear to embrace all that makes you quiver with fear, so that when you do this later you can take solace that such acts are in service to your sworn oath.”
“I…I swear allegiance to my new king and master, to King Caine.” He strained to keep the words audible. “I swear to become…all that he wishes of me. To obey him, in all regards, no matter how severe his demands of me.” He cleared his throat. His final words came swifter. “I swear this with all my soul…for so long as it pleases my master. By Holy Helder, Amen.”
Jonah gasped and his face lifted enough for me to see he was stricken. I looked at him very sternly. Randell smothered laughter into his hand beside me.
“Did you just commend your oath to Helder?”
Jonah bowed low again. His voice sounded panicked. “Forgive me, please…it was…it wasn’t intentional.”
“It was quite a good oath before that,” Randell said.
He handed me one of the implements we’d supplied the room with earlier: a long paddle, with a stiff handle and a broad blade of loose leather. I took it and rose from my throne. Jonah lifted his head to peek at me.
“Remain in that position.”
I went behind him and gazed at his pale naked buttocks and fat scrotum at length. Then I swung the paddle like a pendulum so that the blade slapped against his ass.
“Ah!”
I knew the cry was borne of shock rather than pain. The paddle struck him with easy flicks of my wrist, slapping and stinging his sweet round flesh until it grew pink. He braced himself against the floor and bore the torment very well, with his ass high and his head low. Each strike he acknowledged with a lovely yelp. His toes curled and his fingers clawed against the hard stone floor. After a dozen spanks his tender ass cheeks trembled. He clenched involuntarily, forming hollows along the sides of each cheek. I continued in my rhythm, changing his pink to red. His head turned to one side with a contorted expression of anguish. He whimpered between each blow and the trembling spread to the whole of his body.
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