by Zadie Black
“Don’t panic, highness,” said the knight. “I’ve spent far too many days in the wilderness not to be familiar with snakes. I’ve shared my bedroll with these creatures more than once. If we step lightly and do not startle or tread on them, they’ll leave us well enough alone.” He reached toward the queen and gently took her hand. “Come, your highness, there is nothing to fear.”
The queen nodded. Grasping the knight’s calloused hand firmly, she allowed herself to be guided a few steps forward.
And then a coiled serpent fell with a plop onto her bare shoulders. Queen Aureola clapped her a hand over her mouth to choke off a scream. Sir Richard turned just in time to see the dark, glittering creature uncoil itself and began slithering down between her breasts.
Dancing with fear, Queen Aureola cried “Ah! Get it off! Get it off!” Without waiting for help, she began tearing at the chains that bound the golden cups to her breasts. The serpent hissed, and its head swayed back and forth as it dangled below her breasts in front of her velvet loincloth. Suddenly one of the chains on her top came loose with a snap. As quick as a flash, Aureola took the scanty breast coverings, the snake now completely entangled with them, and threw them away into the darkness of the cavern, heedless of her nakedness. Another serpent at her feet hissed at her. She threw her arms around Sir Richard, squashing her plump, well-formed tits against his bare chest.
“Oh Dick, I can’t do it. Help me, please.” There were tears in her wide blue eyes.
“My queen,” said Sir Richard, “will you let me carry you in my arms? We will pass safely through this awful place, I promise.” Queen Aureola nodded tearfully. Carefully, the knight tucked his sword into his belt. Then with one sweeping motion of his brawny arms, the knight scooped up the woman. Her soft, trembling body was now almost totally exposed. Only the thin fabric of the red velvet loincloth remained to preserve her queenly modesty. With one of his arms behind her and one beneath, Sir Richard carried her forward. The queen put her arms around his neck.
Sir Richard walked along the path with a deliberate but sure-footed step. Sure enough, the snakes slithered out of his path and did not molest them further. The young queen began to breathe regularly again as her panic passed.
For his part, the knight began to notice that his right hand now lay against the side of her right breast. His left hand supported her naked behind. Down in his leather breeches, the knight felt a mighty stirring. His long flesh lance, which had dampened the crotches of so many a lusty young maiden, began to swell and throb.
Sir Richard couldn’t help himself. He adjusted his left hand just a little, getting a better grip on Aureola’s luscious ass. His fingers trailed along the inside of her crevice, bare inches from where he knew her forbidden keyholes must be. He waited for the buxom queen to object, but instead, she sighed. Her eyes were feverish and shining.
“Oh Dick, you’re so powerful and strong,” she said. “Thank you for saving your queen.” Then she reached up and pecked him on the lips.
Like a cave snake uncoiling, Sir Richard’s cock poked its swollen head out from the tops of his leather breeches.
“Oh Dick!” she cried out suddenly, “What’s that? Something is touching me – on my behind. It’s not another serpent, is it?”
“My apologies, highness,” said Sir Richard hurriedly, “that’s just my thumb.”
“But it’s damp,” she objected.
“Truly, it is nothing, my beautiful queen,” he replied. He squeezed his eyes close for a second and tried to think of anything, anything else. This was the queen. She was the wife of his master the king, the lord to whom he had pledged his sword and his loyalty. Such lewd thoughts as were now possessing his brain were wrong.
Sir Richard’s mind flashed back to that day in the Knight’s Wood, hiding behind a tree and watching as naked maidens took turns spanking the queen’s quivering ass in the pool. He remembered his guilt as he spent his seed against a tree and then snuck away with his tail between his legs.
Somehow, mercifully, his raging erection began to subside, and the snake slithered back into its den.
The cavern ceiling was now rapidly lowering, and Sir Richard had to duck to keep from banging the queen’s head against rocky protrusions. “My queen, I can carry you no further,” he said. “Even so, we seem to have left the serpents behind.”
“Very well,” said the queen as he lowered her onto her own two legs. For a moment Sir Richard thought she almost sounded disappointed.
“It gets quite narrow through here,” she said, bending down to look ahead. The cave around them was now very dark, but up ahead was a dim red glow. Queen Aureola took the lead now, scrambling forward through the increasingly tight passageway. “There is a tunnel here,” she called back to him. “Looks like it rises upward. I see a reddish light at the end.”
“Let me go first, your highness,” said Sir Richard. “There may be danger on the other side.”
“It is the danger behind us that I’m most anxious about, Dick,” replied Aureola. “If you don’t let me go first I shall push you out of the way.” She laughed. Her laugh was high and melodic, and it made a thrill run through the knight.
“Then lead on, your majesty.”
Aureola dropped to her knees and began scrambling up the tunnel on all fours, heedless of her bare legs.
“No shrinking violet, this queen,” thought the knight to himself. He got down his hands and knees himself and began to follow her.
The tunnel was extremely close. As they climbed, Sir Richard noticed that the heat was beginning to rise again. The light, too, was steadily brightening. As they climbed higher and higher, Sir Richard began to notice, unavoidably, that as she scrambled up the tunnel on all fours, the queen’s loincloth completely failed to cover her most intimate places. The light increased still further, yielding him an excellent view of her womanly nakedness.
The fine chain that ran down the crevice of her bottom ran right across her delicate rear entrance. Then it ran between the fat lips of her pussy, which, he was surprised to discover, were perfectly hairless. From there the chain continued up her belly to join up with the one from which her loincloth dangled.
The chain, it occurred to the knight, must be running right over the nub of her clitoris. Each movement Queen Aureola made was no doubt causing her sensual pleasure.
Suddenly, in front of him, Aureola gasped as she lost her purchase on the slick walls of the narrow tunnel. She slid backward - right into the surprised knight’s face. His nose was pressed against the crevice of her behind. The puffy lips of her quim lay against his mouth. He could not avoid inhaling the queen’s sweet, strong scent. He stuck out his tongue, just a little, and tasted her queenly cunt.
“Oh! Oh! I’m so sorry!” Aureola exclaimed. She scrabbled awkwardly to find purchase on the slippery tunnel surface.
“Here, let me help you, sweet queen,” Sir Richard mumbled into her. He planted his hands against her bottom and began to push. And if his thumb trailed across her anus or his other hand pressed down upon her soft mound and her clit, well, who could say it wasn’t an accident?
“Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!” said the queen. “AhhhhhhOh! I’m free! Dick, I’ve reached the top!” Dick watched as Queen Aureola’s full, fuckable ass wiggled and jiggled its way out of the tunnel. When she was clear, he followed after.
When he emerged at the end of the tunnel, his queen was all apologies. “Forgive me, Dick! I am really embarrassed. I am so clumsy, sometimes.”
“You must be more careful, your highness,” Dick said, feigning sternness. A wicked idea had come upon him. “A soldier knows that a mistake like that can cost men’s lives.”
Aureola’s mouth made a startled ‘O’ of concern.
“It’s true,” Dick continued gruffly. “If you were one of my soldiers, I’d order you punished.”
“What - what kind of punishment?” she asked tremulously.
“Ordinarily,” he said casually, “yo
u’d be whipped. But since we don’t have a whip handy -”
Quite quickly he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down over his knee. “- I shall just have to spank you! One!” And with that, he brought a good hard smack down on Aureola’s bare ass and pussy.
“Oh!” she cried out.
“Two!” he said and smacked her again. This time he rubbed his hand up and down on the woman’s naked behind, and then raised his hand and smacked her once more. “Three!”
“Ohhhhh!” A note of pleasure was clearly audible in Aureola’s cry.
“Four!” Another smack. This time he grabbed the little golden chain that ran between her legs and tugged on it, letting it grind against her clit and cunt lips.
The Queen moaned and wiggled her ass. “Oh, Dick! By St. Cherry! I’ve been such a bad girl! Punish my ass!”
Dick raised his hand for a fifth swat. This time, he knew, he wouldn’t resist. He would swat her reddening bottom, then take two fingers and spread her sweet slit. He would lift her hips up to his face and taste her juices with his tongue.
“Dick, wait!” Aureola cried.
He stayed his hand.
“Dick, I’m ashamed, but - it feels too good. It’s not right. We must stop.” With a sigh, Dick released her from his knee. Aureola stood, rubbing her reddened ass. “I’m so embarrassed to say it, Dick, but sometimes, my husband the King - “ The Queen blushed crimson from her cheeks to bare breasts. “He pleasures me by… spanking me. I know – it is quite unbecoming of a lady. But, you see, if you continue…” Her voice fell to a soft whisper, “I might not be able to resist.”
Dick put a finger to her full lips. “Say no more, your highness,” he said. “We will speak no more of it. Now,” he stood up and drew his sword, “let us see where we are.”
He stood and looked around. They were in a long and highly vaulted cavern. In front of them was an impressive stone bridge which crossed a wide gap between the stone shelf on which they stood and one on the far side of the cavern. Far below bubbled molten lava, the source of the red light. At the other end of the bridge, improbably, stood a stone tower, about three stories high. Its windows glowed as lit by some strange internal luminescence. And standing before the tower, black-bearded and red-hooded, stood the sorcerer Mordred.
“A pity,” he said. “I was rather enjoying the show.”
“Mordred!” cried the knight, drawing his sword. He charged onto the stone bridge, intent on skewering the sorcerer on the point of his blade. But from the shadowy depths of the cavern, a dart came flying through the air. It embedded itself in his shoulder with a thud.
“What?” said Dick. A sudden heaviness filled his body. The bridge now seemed like it was a mile across. He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the feeling.
“I see, Sir Knight, that you have managed to strip the queen out of most of her clothes. Excellent. Such perfect royal tits and such a queenly ass should not be kept hidden for the king’s eyes only. They should be shared with all her loyal subjects.” Mordred threw back his head and laughed.
The knight on the bridge could resist the poison coursing through his veins no longer. He slumped to the ground unconscious.
Alone now with the sorcerer, Aureola tried vainly to cover her generous breasts with her arms. “Mordred,” she cried defiantly, “You are a cunt.”
Mordred’s laughter stopped. “Such language does not become your highness,” he said. Another dart came whistling out of the dark. It embedded itself in Aureola’s soft tit.
Suddenly, she was overcome with weariness. She could hardly hold her head up. Aureola dropped to all fours, her full, heavy tits swaying beneath her. After a moment, she too collapsed.
“Sweet dreams, my Queen,” whispered the sorcerer.
Chapter Five: Climax
Queen Aureola’s first impression as she returned to consciousness was of something bristly rubbing against her cheek. Her eyes still shut, she attempted to scratch the itchy spot, only to discover that her hands were somehow restrained. She also became aware that there was something firm and warm pressing against her body. Blearily, she opened her eyes. The light seemed very bright, and her head swam. It took a moment for her to orient herself. Then, things began to sharpen into focus.
Aureola discovered that she was standing upright. Her hands, bound above her head, were hooked to a chain hanging from the ceiling. She was face to face with Sir Richard. They were bound together with intricately knotted golden ropes. Aureola’s generous breasts were mashed against the thick, dark hair of his broad chest. The knight was still unconscious, his head lolling forward. It was the stubble on his lean jaw that she had felt against her cheek.
Dick groaned as he began to wake. He raised his head. Opening his eyes, he saw that he and Aureola were face to face. “My queen?” he asked in a muzzy voice. “Where are we?” He squeezed his eyes shut against the light.
Aureola looked around. They were in a large circular room. The walls and floor were undressed stone, but the walls were lined with shelves of books, and thick fur rugs lay across the floor. There were also shelves with bottles and flasks and what looked like alchemical equipment. The room was lit by a number of glowing orbs suspended from the ceiling on chains. Stained-glass windows set in the walls were illumined dull red. Standing along the wall closest to where they were tied up was an altar of wood and stone. In the center of the room was a shadowy pit.
“I think it is a study of some sort, Dick,” said Aureola.
Dick groaned. “This is surely the tower we saw. It must be the inner sanctum of that accursed sorcerer,” he said. “No doubt this is where he works his black magic.”
Dick opened his brooding blue eyes once more and looked into Aureola’s face. His gaze traveled down her delicate throat - still encircled by a band of gold - to her chest. His eyes widened as he saw her ample, naked bosoms squeezed up against him.
Aureola and Dick were bound together chest-to-chest, belly-to-belly, hip-to-hip, completely nude. Numerous loops of golden silk rope around their backs held them tight together. Rope looped around their waists and beneath their buttocks. Loops of rope encircled each of Aureola’s pale thighs, and a loop even encircled Dick’s groin. Their ankles were manacled and linked together by short chains, left foot to left foot and right foot to right foot. Aureola’s arms were bound high above her head in a way that ensured that her sumptuous tits were on full display. Dick’s arms, meanwhile, were wrapped around her in an intimate embrace and chained at the wrists behind her shapely bare bottom.
“That sick bastard Mordred!” exclaimed Dick. “When I get out of this I shall thrash him!” He began to struggle against their bonds, the powerful muscles in his arms and shoulders knotting. His struggles constricted the ropes against Aureola’s supple skin, cutting into it. She could hardly breathe. She felt as though she was being crushed.
“Dick, you’re hurting me!” she cried out.
The knight ceased his struggles at once. “By the saints, I am sorry, your highness!” he exclaimed. “Are you hurt?”
“No Dick,” she gasped, “I am well.” She was panting slightly. She noticed that the knight could not seem to keep his gaze from traveling to her breasts as they rose and fell. “Look at us, Dick,” she said. “Trussed up like chickens ready for the pot - and just as naked.”
“I am looking, your majesty,” said Dick. “I can’t stop looking.”
“Look all you like, sweet Dick,” said Aureola, blushing slightly. “I’m sure you’ve seen a great number of maidens naked before.”
“Yes, my queen,” said Dick. “But none so beautiful as you.” Aureola found that he was staring into her eyes as he said this. He had beautiful eyes. Aureola had never noticed before what long, dark lashes he had. They gazed at each other for a long moment. Once again, Aurolea felt as though her breath had been taken away, although this time for a different reason. Then she realized that she felt something pressed between them stirring. It was
thick and feverishly warm, and it seemed to be growing rapidly in length.
“Oh!” she exclaimed as she realized what it was. She flushed deeply.
Dick’s ears turned scarlet with embarrassment. “Forgive me, Majesty,” he said. “Your beauty... seems to be having an effect on me.”
Aureola could feel his hardon pressed against her soft stomach. It extended above her navel now. She felt her heart beat faster and was suddenly aware of a burning heat between her legs. “By the gods, Dick,” she said, “you’re enormous! The maidens in your bed must fear you will break them in two!”
“I try to be gentle, highness,” protested Dick. “I would never hurt a woman.”
“I am teasing,” said Aureola, smiling at him. “I rather envy those girls. You’re bigger than any man I’ve ever seen.”
“Have you seen many, highness?” asked Dick, raising an eyebrow.
“I wasn’t always a queen, you know, Dick,” said Aureola. She licked her full lips lasciviously.
The naked knight with his arms around her could resist no longer. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Aureola returned his kiss in full, open mouth to open mouth. She felt his rough hands cup her ass cheeks. Dick began squeezing and massaging her buttocks. His erect pole was now rock hard against her. Her cunny was now hot and throbbing. A trail of moisture ran down one of her thighs.
The knight broke off their kiss, suddenly. “Your majesty,” he gasped, “we mustn’t.”
“You are right, Dick,” Aureola panted breathlessly.
“We have to focus on escape,” said Dick. He looked up at Aureola’s wrists. Her golden manacles were chained together once more. That chain was suspended from a large hook hanging from the ceiling. “Perhaps,” he said, “I could lift you up, your highness, and you could slip your hands off of that hook.”
“Y-yes. Good idea. Let’s try it,” said Aureola. She was having difficulty focusing on anything other than her burning loins and the knight’s massively erect tool pressed against her body.