by Kami Bryant
“But, your majesty?” started an exasperated Mormorant.
“Are you questioning me? Vizier?” asked Em in a low dangerous voice. “Let the rest of this crew go. Take the leader, Mr. Beauregard and the little mage and let’s get out of here. This place is disgusting, and I need a bath.”
“You heard her,” said Mormorant. “Take them.” And the guards ran to slap manacled chains on Beau and Juniper.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND NEVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN!!!!” screamed Emberlyn at the Forsaken and they all ran into the trees.
“Em,” said Beau quietly.
“SHUT UP!” screamed Emberlyn slapping him across the face. “You shut the fuck up, NOW!”
Beau ducked his head down, defeated and said, “As you wish, my queen.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Beau was wearing an iron collar that was chained to the wall in Em’s room. He was stripped down and only wore loose linen pants and wrapped around his wrist was a small black and red rock on a leather cord. Em remembered seeing Beau wearing that stone around his neck, he must have wrapped it around his wrist when the guards fitted the iron collar around his neck. His feet and chest were both bare. Em was wearing a black body suit, black leather corset and tall laced black boots. Her hair was pulled back in a single, thick braid.
“Em,” said Beau. “This isn’t you.”
“How do you know what is or isn’t me?”
“I know you,” said Beau.
“You do NOT know me,” replied Em with a growl.
“Mormorant is a monster. I saw him in Traetan. His name is Braxen Xarraz, he is a blue-skinned monster with sharp teeth and pointed ears.”
“I don’t care, Beau,” said Em quietly.
“He is a monster and he is bringing monsters from Traetan to Mirovia. He is killing your people! He is trying to find a way to keep the portal between the worlds permanently open!”
“I don’t care,” repeated Em.
“Monsters Em! Monsters that eat people! He is taking over and destroying our world and you don’t care! How can you not care?!!”
“Beau,” warned Em.
“Look at this,” said Beau pulling off the leather cord wrapped on his wrist, holding up the black and red stone. “Do you see? The black spot is the corruption from Mormorant’s spell spreading across your heart. You have to remember who you are and break the spell before you are completely lost!”
Emberlyn walked over to him and took the stone on its leather cord and threw it across the room, where it bounced off the floor and rolled underneath her vanity table. “This means nothing!” she shouted as she sat down on her bed.
“You are NOT a monster. Don’t let him turn you in to a monster. How can you just stand by and let this happen?!! He has corrupted your heart with clockwork. You are under a spell. You are HIS PUPPET QUEEN!!!”
“Shut UP!! SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!” screamed Em, placing her hands tightly against her ears and rocking back and forth on her tail bone on the bed.
“This won’t just go away if you ignore it, Em! What would your mother think!!!”
And with that Em jumped off the bed, walked across the room to the chained Beau and slapped him across his face. “You are my prisoner and you will be quiet, or I will gag you!”
“Please, Em!” begged Beau.
“Guards!” screamed Em and two huge men walked in to the queen’s chambers. Beau noticed that they both wore shards of obsidian around their neck.
“Look, Em! They are monsters wearing glamour. They are monsters from Traetan. Mormorant has been replacing everyone in this castle with monsters. He is building an army!!”
“Quiet!!!” growled the guard and cuffed Beau across the face.
“Gag him and string him up on the cross,” ordered Em.
The guards yanked Beau up by his wrists and transferred the chain affixed to his collar to the wooden X-frame in the queen’s chambers and then they forced a red ball gag into Beau’s mouth. Beau struggled, kicked and screamed until the guards punched Beau in the face and in his solar plexus.
“That is enough,” ordered the queen and the two guards left the queen’s chambers. Em walked across the room and pulled Beau’s dirty blond hair painfully back. She then slid her nails down his chiseled chest. “I am going to hurt you,” said Em. “I am going to hurt you a lot. Beau’s two arms were spread wide and chained to both arms of the X, his legs also widely spread, were chained to the legs of the X. Beau’s waist was bound to the middle of the X. Em walked over to Beau’s bare muscled back. She stroked him and then scratched down his spine. She then walked over and picked up a little bull whip snapper from a nearby table. She struck out and the whip snapped against Beau’s back. Em’s excitement pooled between her legs and dampened her bodysuit’s pants. Beau struggled in the manacles and grunted against the red ball gag. Em’s arm shot out again striping Beau’s shoulder blades.
Em couldn’t understand the feelings that rushed through her. She had loved fighting alongside Beau. She was worried about him. She didn’t want him hurt and now here she was beating him, which was exciting her. He was so kind and gentle with her. How could she do this to him? Mormorant had wanted to execute the rebel leader but Em had insisted that she keep him as her pet. She wanted to keep him. He was now hers and no one else’s. She thought about the rest of the Forsaken. She thought of Juniper locked up in the dungeons. Em set the whip down and pulled Beau’s pants down and gazed at his gorgeous ass. Em knew that they had never had sex before, that she had never had sex before. Em knew that Mormorant had lied to her. But right now, she just didn’t care. Em walked over to the table covered with torture devices and picked up a thick paddle. She hit Beau’s ass and he jumped. She loved how his ass cheeks started to turn a bright red. She knew she wanted him and she just didn’t know how to deal with her newly discovered feelings. ‘Is it guilt?’ she asked herself.
Em walked away from the trussed-up man and turned away from him. Then she walked to the door and said to the two guards at her door, “Hey, you!” The burly guards turned toward her and bowed. “Where is Mormorant?” she asked.
“I believe he is in the throne room, your majesty,” answered the guard.
“Okay, don’t let anyone go in there,” she said waving at her chamber door. The guards nodded and Em walked down the corridor to the throne room where she saw Mormorant sitting on her throne and consulting with another burly man. Em noticed that the man was wearing a shard of obsidian around his neck. All the guards had the same burly, wide and muscled body shape and were wearing a shard of obsidian around their thick necks. ‘What is going on?’ she asked herself. ‘Have they always been identical like this?’ “Mormorant!” she shouted, and the Vizier turned to her. She noticed that he wasn’t rushing to get out of her throne. “I will speak to you alone!” commanded the queen.
Mormorant stood up and bowed to her, he then motioned to the large man that he had been talking to. The large man bowed to the queen and walked out of the throne room. “My queen, how may I help you?”
“Why did you lie about Beau?”
“I am not sure that I follow,” replied Mormorant.
“When you banished Beau to Traetan, you said that he had raped me and that was a lie!”
“I don’t recall saying that,” said Mormorant with an arched brow.
“He poisoned the queen, my mother and he raped me and, so you banished him to Traetan. He said that he saw you in Traetan.”
“Me?” asked Mormorant quizzically. “Why would I be in that disgusting pit?”
“How did you open the portal between the worlds? I thought that portal couldn’t be opened?”
“It does take a lot of power to open the portal between the worlds. I can’t imagine how that man escaped from Traetan to return to Mirovia. I am afraid that the Scoundrel has filled your head with his lies during your time in his captivity. I think it would be best to behead the man at once.”
“No. He is my prisoner and I am keeping him,” g
rowled Emberlyn. “I think you have been lying to me for a long time, my dear Mormorant and I don’t like it.”
“You have been through such a harrowing experience, your majesty why don’t you rest and we can talk more tomorrow?”
“I want answers, Mormorant.”
“Don’t worry about it, your majesty, all will be revealed soon. Would you like me to send a fresh bottle of Anchacchus wine to your room, my queen?”
“Fine. But tell me this, did I love him? And why can’t I remember anything from ten years ago?”
“You were extremely distraught after the murder of your mother and you asked me to make your pain go away. And as for whether you loved that Scoundrel, you were but a child then and he seduced you.”
“So, he is telling the truth, you did bespell me?”
“Only at your behest, my queen. You were broken, and you couldn’t go on with your extreme sorrow. You were in so much pain that you couldn’t get out of your bed. You wouldn’t eat. You would sleep all day. I was worried about you. It was the only way to save you.”
“The enchantment saved me?”
“Of course, your majesty. I would never do anything to hurt you. Therefore, I feel that the Scoundrel must be killed at once. He is dangerous.”
“No,” said the queen and then she walked away from Mormorant. “Have the wine sent at once!” she ordered.
“Of course,” said Mormorant bowing to her retreating form.
Em walked down the hall back to her chamber. She was lost in her thoughts, confused. ‘Would I have asked him to take away my memories?’ She walked past the guards and returned to Beau chained to the wooden X. She walked around him and pulled out the rubber red ball gag.
“Em,” said Beau.
“Do you think it is possible that I wanted my heart to be bespelled? Do you think that I was in so much pain that I asked Mormorant to take away my memories?”
“Is that what he said? You can’t believe anything he says, he lies about everything.”
“Did I love you?”
“Yes,” Beau whispered and with that Em kissed Beau deeply and wrapped her hands in his long blond locks. “Em,” said Beau passionately. Emberlyn broke away from Beau and walked to the vanity where the keys to Beau’s chains rested. She then unlocked the chains and Beau grabbed her tightly around her waist and carried her to her bed. “I love you, Em,” whispered Beau. “I have loved you since the first moment I saw you. I will never let anything get between us.”
“Stop talking,” ordered Em and Beau obeyed. He carefully set her down on the bed and carefully climbed on top of her. Em loved the taste of Beau on her lips. She grabbed his hips and dug her nails deeply in his flesh as he kissed the bottom of her jaw and nibbled her right ear. And then Beau abruptly sat up, his knees trapping her body and started tearing at the bodysuit and corset that she was wearing. The rip of the material was extremely erotic and more fluid pooled from her vagina. Beau tore impatiently at the material and ripped it from Em’s shoulder to her knee.
“I love you,” whispered Beau and kissed across Em’s clavicle. He then licked down and suckled at her right breast. “I love you. I love you,” he said with each gentle kiss from her chest to her stomach. He then licked up her stomach and started gently sucking and biting at her nipple. Beau’s hand pressed between Em’s legs and all Em could see were stars. A powerful feeling tightened deep in her stomach. Then Beau’s mouth was on her center and Em’s back arched with the feeling of her release.
“Beau,” she whispered and reached to his hair and yanked his face off her pussy. She could feel his hard dick pushing against her hip and she placed her hand tightly on him. Beau’s eyes closed and he breathed a deep masculine sound of contentment.
“Em, God!” he said. “I need you.”
Em pulled his body closer on top of hers and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Now!” demanded Em.
“Let me go slow, Em,” replied Beau is his deep breathy voice. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said as he struggled with control. His body shaking with his desire and the sweat rolling down his brow.
“Now!” repeated Em, pulling Beau’s hips closer to her aching pussy.
“God Damn It,” growled Beau as his hard cock entered her. Em’s back arched sharply off of the bed and Beau held her close as the orgasm wracked her body. Her face contorted in pain and pleasure and she howled.
“Are you okay?” Beau said starting to pull away from Em.
“Don’t STOP!!” shouted Em and Beau pumped his hips into her over and over. “HARDER!!!” screamed Em, yanking his hair back, biting his neck, and then biting his shoulder.
Later when Em saw the blood stain on the sheets she said to Beau, “I kept my promise and I waited for you.”
“I said I was sorry about that,” answered Beau. “And you just beat the shit out of me, doesn’t that make us even?”
“I didn’t beat the shit out of you,” mumbled Em as she slipped back into bed and curled around Beau.
“Some of those lashes really hurt,” whined Beau.
“Awww, poor wittle baby,” said Em. She reached across Beau and grabbed his cock.
Beau’s breath hissed, and he said, “Em. Wait.”
“I want more,” she growled into his ear, biting his shoulder.
“Em, wait. You will be sore. God damn it Em.” And with that Emberlyn took his cock into her mouth. “Holy shit! Em,” said Beau and then his protests became moans until Em pulled away.
“I think I should tie you up again”, she said.
“Stop teasing, you little minx,” said Beau and he grabbed Emberlyn and flipped her over until he was on top of her. “Bad little queen,” he said.
“I am your Domina,” said Em and then his dick slid into her, she started moaning, and all coherent thought was gone.
CHAPTER TWENTY
After Beau was taken away, Juniper had been left in the cell of the dungeon alone. She sat on the dirty hay. In the corner there was a pile of shit left by the previous occupant. The whole dungeon smelled like blood, shit and death. Juniper sat completely motionless for almost an hour until the rat got brave enough to come over to her. The rat sniffed her motionless form and then struck out at her ankle, with a wicked bite, tearing a piece of her flesh. And still Juniper didn’t move. The rat climbed into her lap and moved closer to sniff at her and then Juniper’s hand struck out and grabbed the rat. It screamed, struggled and bit her hand over and over. Juniper squeezed, and the rat’s shattering bones popped loudly in the abandoned dungeon. Juniper lifted the rat to her mouth and her jaw elongated more and more until her chin was almost to her lap. Her dripping mandibles spilled out of her mouth and her long-forked tongue wrapped around the rat’s crushed body. Juniper’s tongue drew in the rat body and she swallowed it whole.
Juniper stood, and a glow of bright blue light surrounded her body like a corona. She floated across the floor of the stinking, tiny cell, floated to the bars of the pen and then she floated through the iron bars. She floated up the stone stairs and away from the dungeon that smelled like blood, shit, death and fear.
No one in this world or the next or the one after that, or any of the worlds in this universe, parallel universe and beyond was stronger than Juniper. She was the one to be terrified of and she was tired of pretending that she was anything other than the monster that she was.
Juniper encountered a guard in the hall and before he could call out an alarm, Juniper swallowed him whole. And then she floated through the stone wall of the castle and was gone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Beau and Em’s sex antics went on well through the night till they were both exhausted and Em’s insatiable appetite was appeased. Beau woke up with his wrists tied to the headboard with silk scarves and Em sitting in on the fainting couch at the foot of the bead. Em seemed lost in thought. Beau scooted his ass back as much as his bound wrists would allow until he could almost sit up completely.
“Hey,” he said to the
pensive queen. “Did you sleep well? Thoroughly fucked?” he asked with a deep masculine chuckle of satisfaction and feeling pretty proud of himself.
“I should let you go,” answered Em quietly and then she moved to sit in a chair by a table piled with fruit, cheese and wine. Emberlyn poured wine into her goblet, cut a piece of cheese with a small knife and nibbled the piece of cheese off the point of the knife.
“Sure,” said Beau struggling with his bound wrists. “I think I have proven that I can work really well with my hands,” he said with a cheeky grin.
“That’s not what I meant,” said Emberlyn downing her goblet of wine. Beau watched her as she poured herself another goblet of wine, set down the cheese knife on the table and popped a large, purple grape into her mouth. Then she finally walked back over to the bed and untied his right wrist. Beau made a grab for her and she side stepped away. “I meant let you out of this castle,” said Emberlyn as she made a bee line back to the wine and snacks.
“What do you mean, Em? Look, I haven’t told you everything about what happened with Juniper and me in Traetan. We encountered a lot of monsters and had some crazy adventures.”
“You mean monsters, like your vampire lover Layla?”
“What? No, I mean. Why did Juniper tell you about her? Look she wasn’t important. I told you that. None of those women meant anything to me.”
“What was it like having sex with a vampire? Is she hot?” asked Em with a lip pout, nibbling on another piece of cheese.
“No one is as beautiful as you, Em,” said Beau. Emberlyn walked around the bed and sat down by his left side, his left wrist still tied to the bed and she rested her head on his chest. Beau lovingly stroked Em’s hair with his right hand. “I love you so much, Em. You know that.”
“I know,” answered Em.
“Anyway, Juniper gained all these abilities in Traetan. All her mage abilities. She didn’t have any of that when I first met her. What she can do is kind of gruesome and powerful and some of it I don’t really like, but my point is, I have come up with a plan for the three of us to leave this place forever.”