Queen and the Kingsmen: A Dark Reverse Harem Romance (Dark Fantasy Book 3)

by Zoe Blake

  I bucked upwards, my shoulders hunching as I gagged from the intrusion. He pulled them free and I coughed as spittle glistened on my lips. The moment I took in a harsh, ragged breath, he pushed his fingers back into my mouth.

  “That’s right. Open that mouth up.”

  Leaning over my prone body, he whispered roughly into my ear, “I’m going to skull fuck this beautiful mouth of yours.”

  I tried to speak but the words were garbled and nonsensical with half his fist forcing my lips open.

  Rising on his knees, he pulled his hand free and replaced it with the head of his cock. Tilting his hips forward, he placed both of his hands on the headboard.

  My body tensed in dreaded anticipation.

  Pulling back slightly, he thrust his hips forward with one powerful movement, driving his full shaft deep into my throat. I tried to scream but no sound escaped. My throat felt like it was on fire. He pulled back and drove in again, crushing my nose against his body. My legs kicked out in vain as my nails scraped down his exposed thighs, wetting my fingertips with his blood.

  He thrust again. And again. And again.

  Each time with more force. Each time depriving me of life-giving air. Each time pushing deeper and deeper down my resisting throat.

  I felt used. Bruised. I was only an open vessel for his own pleasure. The thought made me clench my inner thighs as my cunt tingled and contracted.

  Still it was not enough.

  I needed more.

  Regin pulled free. Rolling my body onto my front as I gasped for breath.

  “Up on your knees,” he ground out, giving me a slap on my bottom cheek for good measure. I felt a warm sting, but it was not sharp. It wasn’t biting.

  It was not enough.

  My heart dropped at the thought that with my powers I may never experience that intense overwhelming feeling again.

  Positioning himself behind me, I could hear his grunts as the bed gently moved. Sneaking a peek over my shoulder, I saw him fisting his cock, moving his hand violently up and down the shaft.

  “Open your ass cheeks.”

  “What?” I asked, confused by the command.

  Using his free hand, he gave me another slap on my other cheek. “Hold open your ass cheeks.”

  Resting my cheek against the bed covers, I shifted my shoulders and reached my arms back. My fingers dug awkwardly into my own flesh as I tried to do as I was told.

  “Wider. Hold them open wider.”

  Pushing my fingers deeper between my cheeks, I pulled them open wider. My small forbidden hole puckered and clenched at the unaccustomed exposure.

  The bed shook as he rose up on his knees. I felt the warmth of his hand as he placed it on my lower back. The chamber filled with a low, guttural groan as I felt his thick white liquor pour onto my body, covering my quivering dark hole and slipping down to join the moisture between my legs.

  “Stay like that. Do not move,” he ordered as the bed dipped. Tilting my head, I watched over my shoulder as he strode naked across the chamber. I could not help but admire the firm look of his ass. How the flesh dimpled and pressed in on the sides with each step. From the glow of the fire, I watched his dark silhouette as he poured himself a glass of wine from the flagon on the mantle. Despite the warmth of the chamber, his seed was cooling against my skin. As I watched his dark profile in silhouette against the flames, I could see his cock begin to rise. Straight and true like a beast come back to life. Swallowing the last vestige of wine, he returned to the bed.

  With a sigh, I rested my cheek on the slightly scratchy red brocade. It did not matter what else he wished to do to my body. It was obvious that whatever power the men had held over me had vanished when my own powers returned.

  The bed rocked with his movements as he knelt behind me. I could feel something large sliding between my still open cheeks.

  “You are covered in my seed,” he murmured.

  I didn’t respond.

  After a moment, the gentle press of his cock became more insistent. He was pushing against my dark hole.

  “Wait! What are you doing?”

  “I’m fucking this tight ass of yours.”

  “You can’t do that!” I responded, appalled. I tried to rise but his hand on the back of my head kept me in place.

  His cock pushed again.

  I felt a sharp biting sting.

  Pain.

  Pain.

  I could still feel pain.

  My body resisted but Regin kept increasing the pressure. More and more.

  The pain became even sharper. There was a hot shock as the head of his cock popped inside me. Inside my bottom. My body tensed as my stomach clenched.

  Groaning, I fisted the covers on either side of my head.

  Regin slid his cock inside me.

  I opened my mouth, but no sound came out as the painful pressure inside my body increased. It was a sharp ache as my inner muscles clenched and stretched around his cock.

  “That’s it, my Zella. Take my cock.”

  I could only groan.

  After what felt like an eternity, I felt the warmth of his body press against my chilled one. He was fully seated inside of me. Pulling on my hair, he forced my shoulders up, my head back.

  “Where is my cock?”

  “Inside of me.”

  He pulled on my hair harder.

  “Where is my cock?”

  “Inside my…my bott—”

  “No.”

  “Inside my ass.”

  “Good girl. Tell me to fuck your ass. Ask me to make it hurt.”

  I clenched my teeth. Wanting the words but not wanting to say them…to admit it.

  Regin slapped my outer thigh. “Say it.”

  “Fuck my ass,” I cried out. “Make it hurt.” The truth was ripped from me.

  Air hissed through Regin’s teeth as he shifted to grasp both my hips. Pressing his fingers into my flesh, he began to relentlessly pound into my body.

  I screamed as the bed shifted under his assault. Each powerful thrust was like a hot spike being driven deep inside of me. My body collapsed under his driving pressure, only his grip on my hips kept me partially upright.

  This was what I needed. The forced submission. The pain. The humiliation. My body hummed with pleasure that only pain could free. I wished I could see what he was seeing. Wished I could watch his thick shaft as it disappeared inside my stretched hole. I wondered if my skin turned pink with pain due to the violence of his thrusts.

  “Touch yourself.” His voice was low but cracked like a whip in the chamber. “Reach between your legs and stroke your cunt.”

  Without thought, I did as he commanded. As if he were my king and I a mere servant pressed to do his bidding.

  Sliding my arms along the covers, I reached between my legs. My lips were slick with my own arousal. Pressing with the tip of my finger, I found the soft nub which had given me so much pleasure before. Swirling my fingertip over the nub, I bit my lip as waves of pleasure poured over me.

  “Push your fingers inside.”

  I tentatively pushed my middle finger inside myself.

  “Deeper. Use two fingers.”

  I did as I was bid.

  “Press against the slick top. Do you feel that?”

  My mouth opened in shock. I could feel the press of his cock from inside my hot, wet sheath.

  “I want to feel your fingers pressing against my cock through your cunt as I take your ass.”

  Curling the tips of my fingers, I pressed harder. I was rewarded by a deep-throated groan from Regin. He thrust harder.

  The macabre dance of pleasure and pain rolled over me.

  “I’m-I’m…. I….”

  “Yes. That’s it. Come for me,” he demanded.

  The pressure crested then crashed over me as I obeyed.

  Regin continued to thrust. My body open to him now. Sliding his hands along my back, he gripped my throat as he roared his own release. His body pressed close to mine, his cock deep in
side filling me with his seed.

  Rolling onto his side, he took me with him. Reaching around to my front, he gripped my breast as he playfully bit my neck. “Next time, I’ll force you to taste your own ass as you swallow my cum.”

  The vulgar promise of such a humiliation brought a secret smile to my lips.

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  Unable to resist taunting my captor, I shifted my hips, rubbing my ass against his cock. Delighting as I felt it harden a third time. There was something very satisfying with knowing I had such a power over this part of their bodies. Most intriguing.

  Regin chuckled as he swept one large warm hand over my hip and down my thigh.

  Then, the atmosphere of the room changed. The air became charged as his whole body tensed. With his fingers digging into my thigh, his voice was low and controlled when he asked, “Where is your ankle shackle?’

  Damn. I had become careless.

  Not bothering to respond, I tried to roll away but Regin was too quick. Thrusting my shoulders flat, he straddled my hips as he raised my arms over my head. “I know one of the other men would not have been so careless as to have left you unchained,” he reasoned as he stared down at me, his eyes two hardened pieces of jade. “What have you done, Zella?”

  “What I had to,” I hissed.

  Regin’s grip on my wrists tightened. “You little fool. Can you not see that as our prisoner you are under our protection? Do you think King Basil is the only one who wants to see you dead?”

  “Yes, and the only thing keeping me alive is my knowledge of Briar Rose,” I sneered as I tried to pull on my arms and break his grasp.

  “You are denying a father the right to bury his child.”

  “I am denying a pompous ass the right to use his grief for his political advantage. He does not and never did care for that girl.”

  Regin leaned back. The underside of his shaft pressed between my legs as his powerful thighs tightened against my hips.

  “Careful, Zella. If I hadn’t been told you had heartlessly killed Briar Rose before her father’s very eyes, I would think you cared for the girl yourself.”

  Clenching my jaw, I lowered my eyes as I turned my head to the side. In my anger, I had revealed too much.

  Regin leaned down. Tilting his head to the side, he captured my gaze. “You did kill her did you not?”

  I stayed silent.

  “Zella, we can protect you. Tell me the truth. Does Briar Rose live?”

  “Enough of this,” I cried.

  Green sparks flew from my fingertips. Regin was forced off my body and thrown across the room. Grabbing my dressing gown, I quickly pulled it on as I kept my eye on his prone body. I hadn’t thrown him hard enough to crack his skull against the stone walls of the fortress, so I was certain he was just momentarily knocked still. I could hear rapid steps coming down the hallway outside my door. The sound of Regin’s large body hitting the floor must have alerted the men that something was amiss.

  The long metal bolt across the door began to shift as the latch was being turned. Raising my hands, I watched as the metal bolt and hinges melted then hardened, sealing the door.

  “That should hold them,” I murmured. Taking a step, I reached out for the bed post as a wave of dizziness assailed me. My powers were not quite up to full strength and dispatching Regin as well as melting the bolts of the door had taken its toll. I must leave now. Racing to the window, I threw open the sash. Closing my eyes, I summoned all my reserves as I stretched my arms out straight before me. My body trembled as sweat broke out over my brow. Clenching my teeth, I groaned as I gave up a silent plea to the ancients. Finally, opening my eyes, I saw before me a great, green cloud. Lifting my skirts, I stepped gingerly over the sill, onto the cloud.

  As the cloud began to float away from the fortress embattlements, I could hear a terrible crash from inside the bed chamber. Moments later, the dark visage of Troylus appeared.

  “Dammit, Zella. You know not what dangers you have called down upon yourself,” he called out before he turned to bark orders over his shoulder.

  I bristled at the implication. “I have been taking care of myself and my own for thousands of years, Troylus. I do not need you or anyone else.”

  At my words, my stomach gave a curious flip. I wondered at my strange feeling of sadness…an almost wistfulness. It was as if I wished it could be true. That I could lean on these men. That I could finally have someone to protect me instead of me always being called upon to be the protector. It was all nonsense of course. While it was amusing to play along with their punishment games while I awaited the return of Hrafn, it was ludicrous to think I would actually crave something like that in my life.

  Nonsense! The very idea of Queen Zelladine needing four male mortals!

  Deliberately turning my back on them and the fortress, I turned my attention to the forest as the green cloud carried me towards its dark, bristled tree tops.

  My powers would only get me to the edge of the forest. Running through the trees, I hastened to the glen. I would find the forest witch and have her cast a binding spell to protect me from whatever black magic the men may use. Given rest and time, my full powers would return, and I would no longer be as vulnerable. In the center of the forest, the trees gave way to a beautiful open field. Small and almost hidden, it was filled with sweet grass, flowers and a tiny trickling stream down the center. Nestled among the rocks by the creek bed was a small thatched cottage. The home of the forest witch. She benefited from my protection and benevolence, so I knew she would not turn me aside. I had a great affection for the old crone. She was as much a part of the forest as I.

  Striding straight through the creek, ignoring the coldness of the water on my bare feet and uncaring as the train of my purple gown became saturated, I called out for her. “Theodora. Theodora, I need you.”

  The roughhewn wooden door opened. Instead of the bent form of Theodora wearing her cloak of animal skin and moss, I saw woven blue silk and waves of tawny hair.

  “Briar Rose! What are you doing here? It is not safe!” I cried out as I hustled her back inside the cottage. Turning, I scanned the glen for any sign of danger but there was nothing. No startled bird cries or the warning snap of a branch. Satisfied, I stepped into the cottage and bolted the door.

  With my hands on my hips, I turned to face Briar Rose.

  “Don’t be mad, Zellie,” she said with a pout.

  “Oh no. Don’t Zellie me,” I shot back, ignoring her childish endearment for me, as I began to pace the small confines of the cottage. I had to keep shifting to avoid the various herbs and flowers which were hung in bunches from the rafters to dry.

  I had befriended Briar Rose the day I found her wandering alone in the forest crying. She had just lost her mother and the poor distraught child had wandered away from the castle in her grief. I saw that she was returned to her mortal keepers yet despite my warnings and chastisements the child insisted on returning to the forest whenever she could in search of me. She was such a sweet, innocent thing. I could not turn her away. Especially when I learned what a boorish, uncaring man her father, the king, had become since his wife’s death. It seems he thought his daughter’s only purpose in life was to marry someone who would bring him more riches and power. So, I allowed the child to play in the forest, with the strict admonishment that she was never to tell a mortal soul.

  It would always be our secret.

  When Briar Rose was a little girl, her father’s machinations did not mean much, but then almost within a cycle of the moon, she had grown into a beautiful woman. Once more, I found her crying in the forest. Her father was forcing her to marry a decrepit mortal not long for this world. Caring nothing for his daughter’s wishes or future happiness, he wanted the lands promised to him by the old baron.

  I could not let such a hateful fate befall my precious Briar Rose, especially not when I knew she had formed an attachment to a young prince. They had met at a spring ball several seasons ago. Their attachment grew stronger despi
te the necessity of secrecy and distance.

  So, we had come up with a little deception. We would fool her father into thinking Briar Rose was dead, knowing if he thought there was a chance she still breathed, he would chase after her. The subterfuge would give us a chance to spirit Briar Rose away into the arms of her true love. Once she was married, her father the king would no longer be a threat to her.

  The plan had gone wonderfully well…except I had never considered the kingsmen. I did not know they possessed the knowledge to bind my powers and worse, to affect my mind and body so.

  Still, I would risk all again, for never in the time of the ancients and beyond has my kind refused a request of pure heart from an innocent. I am a protector of the forest and my realm. It is my duty as queen.

  Yet again, I felt a pang of sorrow at the thought. Once more unbidden, the cry leapt in my breast.

  Who protects you?

  The kingsmen.

  My men.

  No! No, this is foolish and dangerous thinking. I must focus on the task at hand.

  “Hrafn is to blame for this,” I said as I pointed an accusatory finger at her.

  “Don’t blame him,” she pleaded. “I forced him to tell me. Zellie, how could you? I never would have asked for your help if I thought my father would be so cruel as to call the kingsmen down upon you. Oh, the terrible tortures you must have faced and all because of me!”

  With a cry, she buried her head on my shoulder as she wrapped her arms tightly around my middle. I stroked her hair and made soothing sounds.

  I felt a slight stab of guilt at her obvious distress. Briar Rose was far too innocent for me to explain to her that the tortures they visited upon my body were not quite as torturous as she supposed.

  Leaning back, I placed a finger under her chin and tilted her tear-stained face up to me. Affectionately brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, I said, “You are not to worry about me. Please tell me you have married that prince of yours by now?”