by Zadie Black
Legends of Lust
Tempted by the Chained Queen
By Zadie Black
Legends of Lust: Tempted by the Chained Queen by Zadie Black.
Second Edition.
© 2018 Zadie Black. All rights reserved. This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise—without prior written permission of the author, except as provided by United States of America copyright law. For permission requests, contact the author via email: [email protected].
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are entirely the products of the author’s fertile and kinky imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Cover design by Les Solot.
Cast of Characters
King Gregory
Wise sovereign of the Kingdom of Sukkonia.
Queen Aureola
The King’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 dark past.
Mordred
An evil sorcerer with a grudge against King 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 selection seemed limited. This is quite astonishing, really, when one considers that within the space of a few keystrokes one can find lawyer erotica, cowboy erotica, billionaire erotica, shape-shifter erotica, alien erotica, dinosaur erotica, and, of course, gay shape-shifting dinosaur alien billionaire lawyers-who-are-also-cowboys erotica. But go looking for fantasy erotica, and you’ll find that the pickings are slim. So I decided to try my hand at writing my own.
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 first story and set about fleshing it out. That two-page outline, however, soon blossomed into a novella-length work, which you now hold in your hands.
A long time ago in a lost kingdom...
The king's beautiful 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 night. Now, only a lone knight, the king's 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 little more than her chains and a metal bikini. Now the beautiful queen and the king's most loyal knight must overcome the deadly traps that fill this sorcerer's dungeon together. But can Sir Richard overcome the ultimate temptation: the alluring, sensual woman at his side? Or will he and the queen surrender to their desires?
Only one 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 attention. And I hope that you will find the payoff, when it arrives, to be very satisfactory.
This story contains people being tied up, chained up, spanked, whipped, and punished; adultery; humiliation; dubcon; and, also, really attractive people fucking each other in exhaustive and explicit detail. In addition, this story contains occasional scenes of blood, gore, and death. You have been duly warned!
Reader feedback is always welcome. Email [email protected] or message me on Twitter @ZadieBlack. Tell me what you’d like to see more of!
Well, enough foreplay, reader. Let’s get down to business! Welcome to the Kingdom of Sukkonia. I hope you enjoy your stay.
Love,
~ Zadie B ~
June 2017
Notes on the Second Edition
After I wrote Chained Queen I thought I might be able to pay someone a little bit to edit it. But then I discovered that editors are quite expensive, even the ‘cheap’ ones! I did the best I could on my own, but of course a number of glaring errors escaped my notice. Kind readers have pointed out a few (I don’t mind this kind of feedback from readers if it is done politely! Send me an email if you spot something, reader!). I noticed several more. 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’s Wood” to “The Knight’s Wood.” The innuendo works better that way, trust me!
If you have read this book already, nothing really substantial has changed. New readers, however, will enjoy a more 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 sky. Pennants atop soaring towers caught the sun’s last rays as they fluttered in the evening breeze. In the shadow of the keep’s high walls, the lights of the surrounding town of Strokington glimmered.
A messenger rushed into the great hall to inform the King of the new arrivals. King Gregory, sovereign of the Kingdom of Sukkonia, was seated in his great chair. His ancestral throne was decorated with ornate carvings overlaid with silver leaf. Above, the light of a thousand candles shimmered in their chandeliers. The messenger bowed low and announced that the travelers were a company of monks from Fallisburrough Abbey, a wealthy cloister on the outskirts of the kingdom. They had come to pay homage to the new Queen.
King Gregory was not surprised.
The king’s first wife (gods rest her soul) had died a few years earlier after a long and lingering illness. After a period of grieving, the king’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 land 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 be a tall, regal young woman with radiant white-blonde hair which cascaded down her graceful spine to her shapely bottom. The rumors of the king’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. Word 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 great hall in stately procession, dressed in wine-colored robes. At the head of the double column was the abbot, a middle-aged man robed in white. He had an air of simplistic dignity. The monks bowed low before the king and his young bride. Then the abbot approached the royals and named himself Father Mordo.
A heavy box of the finest wood with an iron padlock was placed before the King and Queen. A key was turned, revealing the gift within. It was a beautiful golden ring with a massive, lustrous red gem set in it. 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, it has lain buried within the abbey’s vaults alongside its greatest treasures. But now,�
� Father Mordo declared, “it will shine forth among men once more, on the hand of the most radiant queen of Sukkonia ever to rule over her loyal subjects.”
The king and queen were well-pleased with both the speech and the gift. Queen Aureola accepted the ring, and the King himself slipped it onto her long, elegant finger. The entire court burst into applause. Everyone agreed that this noble gem elevated the queen’s beauty beyond that of mere mortals.
A feast was set out in the Hall of Seventy Pillars. The king, the queen, the royal court, the abbot, and his monks drank flagons of wine and feasted heartily. King Gregory had the abbot sit by his side and speak to him of the fortunes of Fallisburrough and its abbey. Queen Aureola sat across from him, surrounded by 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 red hair and skin that was porcelain pale. And if she noticed the abbot watching her from beneath his stern brow, she did not show it. At last, the hour grew late, and the Queen announced that she would retire with her ladies to her chambers. The feast was at an end.
Two royal guardsmen, arrayed in liveried armor, saluted Queen Aureola and her retinue as they swept past and into the queen’s chambers. One of the maids pushed the heavy oaken door to the chambers shut and turned the great iron key, locking it fast against male intruders.
The queen’s young courtiers were still full of wine and song 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, however, did not wish to part with her new ring. She continued to wear it so that she might admire it, even as she stood stripped naked in the center of her chamber while her maids combed her hair down her bare back and perfumed her soft skin with scents of lavender.
Then the tittering girls helped Queen Aureola into a richly embroidered silk nightgown.
“Your Majesty,” said Delmar, the redhead. “Shall I bring some more wine?” The other girls voiced their enthusiasm for this idea.
Queen Aureola, still gazing at the great ruby on her finger, stifled a huge yawn. “No ladies,” she said. “I fear the festivities have exhausted me utterly. I shall take to my bed immediately.”
Heavy covers were pulled aside and richly embroidered pillows made ready. The queen lay down on the bed, white-gold tresses fanning out like the rays of the sun. Before 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’s bedchamber.
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 smooth, 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 hidden 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 there was another passage that branched off of it that lead to another hidden door in the royal gardens. She reckoned that the king would not visit the queen this night, for he had drunk more than his fill of wine during the feast. Like his queen, she thought, he would be sleeping deeply. Delmar crept down the dark passageway. She reached down her bodice between her soft, pale breasts and pulled out a long, slender key. Unlocking the door at the end of the passage, she pushed it open.
Emerging amidst hanging ivy and bushes blossoming with roses, she stopped and looked around her. At this hour of the night, the gardens were still. Nothing moved, and no one seemed to be about.
Delmar jumped as a robed figure emerged from the bushes behind her.
“You came, my lady,” said the man. He was tall and had a deep, gravelly voice. “I was not even sure that you had received my message.”
Delmar held up a folded parchment scrap. “I did, as you can see, your holiness.”
“Please,” said the robed holy man, “I am merely a humble servant of the gods. Call me Father Mordo.”
“Very well, Father,” said Delmar, giggling.
The figure stepped closer to her and put a heavy hand on either side of her slender neck. He bent nearer her face as if to drink in her comely features. “Truly, my lady, you are as enchanting as your queen.”
Delmar waved her hand dismissively. “You flatter me too much, Father. I know I cannot hold a candle to her majesty.”
“But it is true,” persisted the holy man. “When I saw you at the feast this evening I thought you were as fiery and pale as the dawn. Different than your regal queen, maybe, but possessing an earthy 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 red from her cheeks to her pale breasts. “Oh father, I am sure you exaggerate greatly.”
“I do not,” said the man. “Tonight my eyes were fixed on you, my fiery angel, not your queen.”
“That’s because you haven’t seen her naked,” Delmar retorted and then blushed even harder.
“The Queen is not the one I wish to see naked,” breathed the man. Delmar felt her heart leap into her throat. With one large, coarse hand 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 it. In response, she felt his tongue thrusting into her mouth. 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 you, my lady,” he said. “It is a special gift to a man that is given by the gods.”
Delmar parted his robes to reveal his thick, erect member. She took hold of it, felt its hotness in her small hand. Her fingers could barely reach all the way around its girth.
Delmar dropped to her knees. The head of the abbot’s cock was swollen and purple. “Gods be praised,” she breathed. She stuck out her tongue and twirled it around the tip. A drop of white goo trailed from his cockhole onto her willing tongue.
Her robed lover put his hands on the back of her head and pulled her down onto his manhood. She willingly took him into her mouth, wrapping her ruby- painted lips around his warm, fleshy rod. She purred as his turgid cockmeat filled her mouth. She began to bob up and down on it, cradling the underside with her nimble tongue.
“Lady Delmar,” he gasped, “you have a very talented tongue.” Panting, he tightened his grip on her red tresses and began to thrust his shaft forcefully into her mouth. Delmar relaxed her throat 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 balls slapped against her chin.
Suddenly, his whole body went rigid. “Oh gods, Lady Delmar,” he gasped. Realizing what was about to happen, Delmar tried to pull her head back, but his passionate grip was like iron. His heavy testicles tightened, and then his engorged prick began pumping spurts of white hot semen down her throat. Delmar made a gagging noise, and, at last, he released her. She whipped her head back - but too soon. He was not 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. “You’ve made me a mess, Father. I’ve got to get back and clean up before anyone sees me.”
“Wait a moment,” said the man, rummaging in the folds of his robes. “No need for you to clean up, my lady.” Suddenly he gripped her roughly by her cum-drenched chin. “I’m sure the others will know a slut when they see one,” he hissed. He raised a heavy wooden truncheon, and before she could scream, he brought it down on her head with a crack.
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bsp; Delmar fell to the ground and knew no more. The man 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. Three more robed figures emerged from the bushes.
“That little whore gave good sport, didn’t she master,” said one of them, leering at the unconscious girl.
“She gave us 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 taste in her mouth and a splitting headache. Her humiliation will be great. She will tell no one what has transpired here. Now, let us go.” He looked at his robed companions. “But first - I do not think that monks have any business being in the queen’s 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 royal 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 four false guardsmen entered. The leader took by her hand and gently brushed his thumb across the great gem of the ring she wore. The gem began to glow with an unearthly scarlet light.
“Rise, my queen,” the man intoned. Immediately, Queen Aureola got up from her bed and stood beside him. She was barefoot, wearing only her ornate silk nightgown. In the cold air of the chamber, the outline of her erect nipples was visible through the thin fabric. Her ample bosom mesmerized the intruders as it rose and fell beneath the silk.