Seduced by the Black Queen

by Amanda Clover

  BOOK ONE

  Seduced by the Black Queen

  By Amanda Clover and Jay Aury

  @amandasmut

  Cover artwork by Deilan12

  This book and all its contents are copyright 2020 by Amanda Clover. All rights are reserved and no portions may be reproduced unless for the use of brief quotations for review purposes.

  All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work of parody and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental.

  Rats

  The door to the tavern flew open and Caldric Stonehands stomped inside. There weren’t many guests, and those there were glanced at him, then quickly away. Not because Caldric was terribly threatening. He was not a lone wanderer carrying danger at his side and menace in his eyes. No. But he was carrying a stinking sack over a shoulder, and looked pissed enough to do something stupid.

  The dwarf who followed was named Tavek Snarlhammer and looked about the same, right down to the sack he was carrying. A dwarf always looks ornery, but his brows were knitted down to his bristling beard and his lumbering gait thudded off the floorboards with every step.

  The bartender, Esven, looked up at their arrival, unsurprised. He was a man who had seen much and eaten more, his stomach bulging against his stained shirt and parting the vest he wore. Bald, with a glowering eye, he put aside the glass he had been polishing and put his hands on the bar.

  “Rats,” Caldric said, slamming the sack onto the bar. Some of the wiry pelts poked out of the bag and threatened to spill out. “Rats. Rats. And more fucking rats.”

  “We’re sick of bloody rats!” Tavek barked, his nose just level with the top of the bar.

  Esven grimaced. “Get those things off my bar!”

  “Well where the hell do you want them, Esven?” Caldric demanded. “We’ve been hunting these damn things for the last day and a half.”

  “Drag them out back. You’re scaring away the customers.”

  Caldric glanced across the almost empty tavern. “Yeah,” he said, slinging the sack back onto his back. “Wouldn’t that be a shame…”

  “Payment first, Estven,” Tavek grunted. “We ain’t running charity, despite what you may like. We did your damn dirty work, now pay up!”

  The heavyset bartender glowered, but from below the bar produced a coin pouch. He counted them out slowly, every copper leaving his fingers reluctantly, his glower deepening with every coin it cost him.

  “There,” he said at last, shoving the paltry pile to the pair.

  “Thanks,” Caldric said, sweeping the coins off the bar. Estven ignored him, already picking up another glass and polishing it in the somewhat optimistic expectation of more customers.

  “Rats,” Tavek grunted as he stomped after Caldric and towards the rear of the tavern. “Rats rats rats! Not even ratkin. Just giant, stinking, rats!”

  “I know,” Caldric said, shoving open the door and into the inn’s stableyard. “I’m not exactly thrilled about it either.”

  “A dwarf warrior shouldn’t be reduced to slaying such… such… rubbish!” Tavek barked. “A dwarf warrior deserves the sorts of battles that sagas are written of! No one’s going to write the triumphant tale of the time Tavek crawled under the floorboards of an old mill and wrestled a mangy rodent to death, are they?”

  “I know!” Caldric groaned, throwing the pelts onto the ground. “Gods above. I know. We’re not going to get any good jobs like this…”

  “It doesn’t even pay well!” Tavek grunted, kicking the sack he’d thrown beside Caldric’s. “A copper every odd pelt? A copper! A dwarf can barely afford a bath with a woman to get the stink off after.”

  Caldric gave his companion an exasperated glance. “If you keep paying for a woman with your bath, you’ll never keep any of the money.”

  “A man deserves to be treated to a woman after a battle!” the dwarf said. “We can’t all be as chaste as a paladin’s wet nurse, can we?”

  Caldric felt the blush climb his neck. “I… It’s not that. I’m just… just waiting for the right woman…”

  “If she’s got a cunt between her legs, lad, then she’s the right woman. That’s how it is,” Tavek grunted, crossing his arms and nodding into his beard. “Hmph! And the sooner you learn that, the better!”

  Caldric shifted uncomfortably. “Let’s just head to the bathhouse.”

  “Fine with me!” Tavek said, his mood already brightening now that he was rid of the sack and its rancid cargo. The prospect of the company of a beauty also went a ways to smoothing his anger, and by the time they reached the bathhouse he was rubbing his hands in eager expectation.

  The bathhouse was a crude building that occupied a corner, connected to the tavern through a side door for when travellers needed a good washing. The relationship between Esven and the woman who ran the place had never quite been determined. Some said she was his wife, but Caldric had his doubts, for the slightly pudgy, large woman with a red face like she scrubbed it every hour struck him as too independent to tie herself to such a man.

  “My two favorite customers!” she said as they came in, leaning on the counter. “And what can I get for you both, hm?”

  “Evening Anda,” Caldric said, smiling a little at the large woman. “A bath for the both of us.”

  “The conquering heroes,” she said with a grin that took the stung out of it. Her eyes wandered to Tavek. “And will it just be a bath, then?”

  “I’ll get the sudsy special,” Tavek said with a licentious twitch of his bushy brows.

  She laughed. “As you like! Who’ll it be?”

  “The red head from last time struck me as mighty fine,” the dwarf said. “She still about?”

  “Ah, Jean. Of course! I’ll have her attend you at once. Go on through!”

  The change rooms awaited, and by the time the pair had stripped and stepped into the bathing room, two copper tubs were filled with steaming water. Caldric eased into his, hissing at the initial heat, then groaning in pleasure as he slid into the waters up to his chin, already feeling the filth and stench of rat sloughing off him in the boiling waters.

  Tavek pulled himself into his own tub, his beard lifted in a grin as he awaited his special circumstances. He didn’t have long to wait. Soon enough the door opened again, and a woman walked in.

  She wasn’t slim, but she wasn’t fat. Curvy stuck to her well, made more evident with the fact she only wore a towel around her, just high enough to hide her quim, just low enough to reveal the swells of her freckled breasts. Her eyes sparked and her smile was the cynical grin of the whore for her regulars, her sway exaggerated in a way she knew would entice.

  “Hello, master,” she purred as she went to the grinning dwarf. “How can I be of assistance today?”

  “Hmm. I think what you did last time would be a good start,” the dwarf chortled. “Come! Give the conquering hero a wash.”

  “Of course,” Jean said, moving to the side of the tub and taking a seat on the stool. She leaned forward, her breasts threatening to pop free of her towel as she fetched out a sponge and reached under the water, beginning to stroke the dwarf’s stocky frame. “My. Master is certainly filthy today. Did your mighty quest give you trouble?”

  “Oh lass,” Tavek moaned her hands and the sponge went ever lower. “It was all worth it to see you again, that’s for sure.”

  “Of course it was, master. Such a brave, strong, powerful warrior makes me feel ever so safe. And the privilege to bathe and serve him is all I could think of while your were gone.”

  “Mmm. Missed me, did you?”

  “Of course,” Jean giggled. “I couldn’t wait for you to return.”

  “O
h yessss,” Tavek moaned as her hand came lower, her fingers found his prick. “I bet you did…”

  Jean smiled in that well practiced way, but her eyes slid from the dwarf and to Caldric. The human was soaking in his tub, but his eyes were locked on the scene taking place across the bathhouse floor. She leaned in a little closer, the tip of her areola peaking from above her towel.

  “Master? I think your friend is watching.”

  Tavek snorted, smirking as he spared a glance to Caldric. “Let him. Close as he’ll ever get to such a lovely woman fucking him, I say. Too cheap and too chaste.”

  Caldric flushed, cleared his throat and sank among the bubbles of the tub, but Jean still spotted a hint of his eyes, sneaking glances at them. She was an old hand at this. She’d had many customers over the years, and many requests. She didn’t really care if someone watched.

  In fact, it made her tingle in a way not much had for a very long time.

  “Of course, master,” she crooned, teasingly reaching down, rubbing her fingers along Tavek’s stiffening prick, down his cock to cup and nestle his balls within her palms. “I don’t mind. After all, I do love such a thick, powerful cock. You must be so much bigger than him, after all.”

  Tavek snorted. “Lass, I’m bigger than a bull!”

  “Yes, you are,” she crooned, her finger gliding up the loose flesh of his balls, along his stubby cock. “You are, master. Shall I join you in the tub? I know a… very special technique for getting your cock nice and clean.”

  “Do ye now?” Tavek grinned. “This I’ve gotta see.”

  She smiled, straightened. Delicately, she stepped over the rim of the tub, and dipped a foot inside. As she did so, she gently tugged aside her towel, revealing her freckled curves in all their glory. Her plump, soft breasts with hard pink nipples. Her gash, shaven so all could be seen.

  Tavek’s grin widened at the beauty towering over him. As she slowly lowered herself, her knees beside him, the gusset of her cunny teasing his pulsing cock.

  “Would master like to touch my breasts?” Jean asked, pushing out her plush teats and the pink nubs of her nipples.

  “He would indeed!” Tavek grinned as he reached up and cupped those plentiful orbs in his palms.

  Jean moaned, thrusting her tits forward into the grasping, stubby fingers of the dwarf. But her attention wasn’t on the bearded man beneath her, but the younger one in the other tub, who was watching with wide, stunned eyes. She giggled, rubbing herself more eagerly atop Tavek, tingling with the irascible thrill of the tease and the voyeur. “Oh master. Shall I… shall I wash your… mnnn… wash your cock now?”

  “Be my guest,” the dwarf grunted.

  Jean giggled, then moaned as she slipped his thick cock into her. Her lashes fluttered, her lids masking how her eyes wandered to the other tub. Watching Caldric, who was very intently watching her. Again that thrill of sin. She moaned, rocking her hips, riding the dwarf, the hot waters of the bath sloshing at the rim of the tub.

  “Oh yes. Yessss! Oh master. Master! Oh gods. You’re… ah… so big. Oh master! Your cock is so big and thick and powerful. Ooooh, it just fills me master. Stuffs my slutty cunny so perfectly. Please! Mnnnn! Yessss! Fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock! Oh it feels so good! Yessss!”

  The words came easily to her. She’d stopped meaning them a long time ago. And yet, the delight she felt was new. The feeling of being watched, yearned for as she rode the cock of the moaning dwarf sent tingles of pleasure racing down her spine and into her shapely rump.

  “Oh fuck yes. Yessss! Oh gods yes! Cumming! Cumming masterrrr!”

  She did, surprising even herself as she hit that peak, crying out in delight as her bouncing tits quivering, her thighs shaking as she hilted herself atop the dwarf’s fat cock. “Oooooh!”

  “Oh fuck!” Tavek groaned as he came with her, spurting into her slick pussy.

  Jean panted, settling atop him, her head spinning. She heard a splash and saw Caldric pull himself out of the tub hastily. “Oh my,” she said, noting his throbbing erection, a teasing smile on her lips. “Where are you going, sir? You still have time in the bathhouse.”

  “I-I’m done!” the man gasped.

  “Doesn’t look like you are to me,” she mused in amusement, looking pointedly at his twitching cock.

  Flushing hotly, Caldric fled out the doors and into the changing room.

  Jean giggled, then gasped as Tavek gave her tit a pointed squeeze. “Eh! I think I’m the one paying for your time, aren’t I?” he said.

  She turned back to the dwarf. “Oh, certainly master. But I seem to have gotten your cock all filthy again. Shall I clean it with my breasts?”

  “Now that sounds like a plan!”

  She smiled, her smile once more that practiced one. But the memory of the stunned young warrior fleeing with a throbbing cock would carry her through whatever she had to do for the dwarf. She giggled as her freckled breasts engulfed the dwarf’s prick, bobbing about the water as she got back to work, waves sloshing over the sides of the tub to splash on the floor.

  The Elf

  Caldric returned to the tavern with a sigh. His hair was still damp from the baths, his clothes itchy on his newly cleaned skin. Dammit. He shouldn’t have left. But really, what choice did he have? Stay? Watch as that bouncing beauty fucked Tavek? He would never live it down with Tavek if he just sat there and watched Jean’s soapy tits bouncing up and down while she rode the dwarf cock.

  He felt again the warmth of a blush and shook his head. No. Ignore it. Just… ignore it. Best thing to do is not think about it.

  He slid into a stool at the bar and raised a hand. “Ale, please.”

  Esven nodded and poured him a beer, waiting impatiently for him to count out the coins. When at last the bartender had collected his tithe, resenting with glowering eyes that it had been his money to begin with, Caldric got his stein of foaming ale.

  Caldric sighed, turning his back to the bar so he wouldn’t have to look at the man. He sipped his drink, mildly surprised to see that there were, in fact, a few more customers than when he’d been in there last.

  One in particular caught his eye.

  She sat alone in a booth, a hood over her head, but the cloak did little to mask her figure. Firm, large breasts were bound up in a robe that failed to be baggy enough to hide them. She cradled a glass of wine in delicate fingers, taking a long sip. He caught a flash of her face, and his heart thumped at her almost otherworldly beauty.

  She brushed her hand, pushing some golden hair back, and in doing so accidentally pushing back her hood. Long, pointed ears greeted his eyes and Caldric gaped. An elf! He’d seen a few, sure, but rarely alone in his experience. It explained her unearthly beauty, for that fair race was well known for their loveliness. His heart thumped heavily with desire for the beauty, and as it did, his mind went back to the bathhouse. To Tavek and the bath girl riding his cock.

  He swallowed heavily. He should… he should introduce himself. It would be nice to talk to her. Yes. Yes it would. And… and what was the worst that could happen? She could tell him to go away. Would that be so bad? He felt the burn of humiliation at even the thought, and took another drink of ale to cool himself. Right. Here goes.

  Pushing himself from his chair, he meandered towards the booth, which must have looked somewhat idiotic to anyone watching. He pretended to inspect a few other tables. Another booth, as if the other places to sit were not quite up to standard. Then, at last, he reached her booth and cleared his throat.

  “Oh, ah. Hello. Would you mind if I… I mean, would it be alright if I joined you?”

  She glanced up at him, and her shining blue eyes were like an arrow in his heart. She smiled, and her face lit up like the dawn.

  “Of course,” she said. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

  Caldric felt like fainting. “Th-thank you,” he said, almost falling into the other side of the booth. Now that he was here, he had another crisis. Namely, what he should do now? Conversation see
med likely. Yes. That’d be a good start.

  “So, ah. I’m Caldric. And you are…?”

  “Faylana,” she said.

  “Lovely. Uh, I mean. Lovely name. I ah… You don’t see many elves in the Lesser Kingdoms,” he said, running his hands over the old stein. “You come far?”

  “Oh, well. Somewhat,” she giggled. “Actually, I’m a novice witch. My clan has a tradition that those who study spell must go into the world outside and perform great deeds to add to the annals of our people. I’m on that mission, in fact.”

  “Wow. All by yourself? That’s… actually quite impressive.”

  She blushed, and oh how lovely that gentle red was. “Thank you. Honestly, some say it’s foolish. But I don’t think we should be confined to our places of birth all our lives. Sheltered by the defences of our groves and our treaties with the humans. We should see the world. Experience it. Don’t you agree?”

  It was utterly impossible to argue with those earnest, soulful eyes. So Caldric didn’t bother. He merely nodded. “Oh, absolutely! Um, may I buy you dinner?”

  “Would you? But, I wouldn’t want to impose…”

  “Not at all!” Caldric said, feeling flushed. Happy. “I’ve just been paid, actually. I’d be delighted to.”

  Caldric called over the waitress and gave their order. Even when he handed over yet more of his hard won coins he didn’t regret it. Because it brought him more time to converse with the lovely Faylana, and she was ever so delightful a partner.

  She chattered endlessly about her home. The groves where her clan kept themselves and their spells. She went on about her education as a witch. The work of spells. Much of it was gibberish to Caldric, not that he minded. Her voice was like a balm to his sorrows, and he soaked up her light like a tree in the spring.

  “So this is where you were!”

  Caldric squeezed his eyes shut and prayed for patience. He turned to see Tavek standing beside their table. The dwarf’s beard was still heavy with water, but through its thick locks he could see the dwarf’s grin and the way his eyes slid up and down Faylana’s body.