by Zadie Black
Suddenly, the Queen lifted her head and focused on him. Her eyes widened to see his cock buried in her up to the hilt.
“Dick?” she gasped. “What are you doing?!?”
Sweat dripped down Dick’s broad chest as he pistoned in and out of his spread-eagled queen. “Forgive me, your majesty,” he rasped. “I m-must.” He knew that he must not let up. And, in truth, there was a part of him that didn’t want to. He reached down and began rubbing the nub of her pink clit while he fucked deep into her.
“Dick, we can’t! My husband the King--!” she gasped. Aureola strained her wrists against the ropes that bound them above her head. But they were tied fast. She tried wiggling her body, but only succeeded impaling herself harder on Dick’s rock hard fuckstick. Her wiggling on his cock felt good, and Dick quickened his strokes.
“But Dick whyOhhh gods fuck!!!” Aureola cried out. A flush came over her naked, jiggling flesh. She quivered involuntarily in the throes of an unexpected orgasm.
“See, Sir Richard?” laughed Mordred. Gasping, Aureola turned her head to see the sorcerer across the room gloating as the knight screwed her atop the altar. “Your little slut queen is enjoying betraying her vows with you! I knew she would. Probably much more than she would have enjoyed being impaled by the great hairy cocks of my beast-men.” At that moment Dick took one of Aureola’s long nipples in his teeth and nipped it. She squeaked with pleasure and pain. “Although,” said Mordred, “who knows? She is clearly quite the randy little whore.”
“I’m so sorry, majesty,” whispered Dick.
“Dick,” Aureola whispered back, “I’m glad it’s you.”
“I - I’m close!” Dick cried out loud. “I’m going to – cum soon!” He was practically lying on top of the queen. He and Aureola were face to face, gazing deep into each other’s eyes.
“Be sure to cum inside her,” called Mordred mockingly. “Fill her cunt with your seed, Sir Richard! Maybe the royal baby will have your eyes!”
“I can’t hold back, your highness,” murmured Dick. “Forgive me!”
“Dick,” gasped Aureola. Her body, splayed upon the altar, was shaking, from her toes up to her flushed cheeks. “C-c-call for the magic sword,” she breathed. “Call it by its true name, and it will come to you.”
“I don’t know its true name,” moaned Dick. He could feel that his massive cock was now engorged to the point of bursting. He did not know how long he could hold back the eruption of his semen into Aureola’s womb.
The Queen lifted her head and whispered in his ear.
“Keeping secrets, highness?” chided Mordred. “Tsk tsk. There are no secrets here! Scream! Scream as another man fills you with his cream!”
At that moment Dick stood erect, the muscles on his sweaty, naked frame rigid with tension as he thrust as deeply as he could into Aureola. It was the climactic moment. He threw back his head, held out an arm, and roared aloud: “CUNTWRECKER!”
There was a splintering crash as the stained-glass window behind Mordred shattered. The sorcerer turned to see what was happening. He barely had time to glimpse the pale blade that had come spinning through the window before it sliced his right arm cleanly from his body.
The sword flew hilt-first towards Dick, who grabbed it out of the air. At that same moment, he pulled his throbbing cock from the tight, sticky grip of Aureola’s cuntlips. He gripped his mighty shaft in his hand, and it erupted. Huge spurts of white hot cum coated Auroela’s face, her heaving tits, and her stomach. A trickle of cum joined the juices already dripping from her cunny.
Spent, Dick collapsed onto his sticky young queen. “Oh, Dick!” she cried. And they kissed, long and deeply.
Lying on the floor in a pool of blood, his severed arm beside him, the sorcerer groaned.
Dick and Aureola emerged from a cave next to a tall waterfall, blinking in the sunlight. They were both still naked and covered in sweat, dust, and each other’s juices. Dick was holding the sword Cuntwrecker in his right hand. Over his left shoulder was the limp, unconscious form of Mordred.
The knight and his queen had had a long and spirited debate over what the sorcerer’s fate should be. Dick had argued strongly in favor of killing him then and there, while the queen had argued that the villain should enjoy the justice and mercy of the king’s dungeons and his torture chamber. Ultimately, her Majesty had prevailed, and so the sorcerer was still alive, a tourniquet ripped from his own robes tied about his bloody stump.
They decided that the magic ring that had exerted such a baleful influence over the queen’s mind was too dangerous to keep. So they chucked it in a lava flow on their way out.
“I thought we’d never get out of that hellhole,” said Dick.
“Look Dick!” said Aureola, pointing to the shimmering waterfall. Laughing, she ran towards the cool pool of water into which the fall thundered, her unconstrained bust bouncing enticingly with every stride.
Despite the events of the past few hours, Dick felt himself hardening once more. The sorcerer slung over his shoulder was still unconscious. He laid his damaged and bloodied frame upon the ground – not too carefully – and ran to join Aureola as she splashed into the pool. She took him by the hand. Giggling with laughter, she pulled him beneath the shimmering torrent. She began to wash the filth from his body with her bare hands, working his deeply tanned flesh with her fingers. She massaged his powerful chest, his knotted stomach, his brawny thighs…
“Ooh, what’s this?” she said, laughing, as she noticed the erect appendage pointed at her face. She leaned forward and gave him a chaste little kiss, right on his cockhole.
Dick began to return the favor, washing the young queen and massaging her breasts and buttocks. There was tenderness in his calloused hands. Aureola’s nipples grew firm and erect beneath his ministrations.
“Dick,” she said, as the knight’s strong hands worked on the inside of her thigh, “I think it is better for everyone if we keep secret some of what happened today. Especially… the events in the sorcerer’s study.”
“But Highness,” he replied, “surely Mordred will not hesitate to tell the king all. And in great detail.”
“Mordred is an evil, scheming sorcerer who wishes to see the King’s rule overthrown,” said Aureola. “Who is the king going to believe? His beloved wife and his mightiest champion? Or that treacherous dog’s tricks?”
“You are wise, my queen,” said the knight, kissing her on the cheek.
“Wise enough to know a horny man when I see one,” she said, giving his long and increasingly erect tool a squeeze. She let go and stepped out of the waterfall. Dick marveled at the water cascading off her sumptuous hips as she sauntered over to the edge of the pool. There was a large, flat boulder there. The queen got up on it and reclined on her back. Then, before Dick’s wide eyes, she spread her legs wide open. Reaching down with two fingers, she parted the shaved and dripping lips of her pussy, showing him her deep pink cleft.
“Now,” Aureola said in a husky voice, “I think that the hero deserves his reward.”
“But, your highness,” protested Dick. “Your husband, the King -”
“I seem to recall that you were deep inside the King’s wife not an hour ago,” purred Aureola. “We might as well finish what we have begun. Now come to me. I want you between my legs one more time. But this time, we do it my way.”
“Yes, your majesty,” said Dick obediently, a mischievous smile on his lips.
He came and stood before the boulder and gave her a deep mock bow. “Your Majesty,” he said. Then he dropped to his knees and bent his head to her quim. He stuck out his tongue and gave her a long, sensuous lick - from her winking asshole all the way to the nub of her clit.
Aureola moaned. “You know Dick, that sorcerer was a fool. In more ways than one.” Dick did not respond, but he looked her in the eyes as he pushed his hot mouth against her sweet muff. “He wanted you to impregnate me - but you would not have. I am no sorcerer, but al
l women in my kingdom learn a simple spell that can close their womb for a short time. I have been saying it every day since I awoke in that foul dungeon – lest that lascivious sorcerer make good on his threats.”
Dick lifted his head. His chin was moist with her cunt’s juicy nectar. “Why, my queen, you must teach this magic to all the maidens of our kingdom!”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my well-hung knight? Well, perhaps I shall. Oh, and Dick,” she added, “when you’re fucking me, just call me Aureola.”
“Yes, Aureola,” he replied. Then he bent his mouth to her and began sucking and teasing her little cuntflaps.
After the knight had thoroughly pleasured the Queen with his mouth, he flipped her over onto her knees and took her from behind. He was delighted to discover that his queen had a filthy mind. She demanded that he insert the tip of his finger into her delicate asshole while he was thrusting into her. And she cried out things like, “By the saints, Dick! Fuck me harder! Pound my fuckhole! Use my little fucking cunt!”
“You like being used like a dirty fucking cunt?” Dick cried back, entering into the spirit of things. He thrust his finger deeper into her butthole. “Is this the way your husband the King fucks your hole?”
“Ooh yes, Dick, ooh yes!” She thrust her hindquarters toward him, trying to impale herself even deeper upon him. The fluids that flowed freely from her cunt were milky white, like a man’s semen. Her thighs and her quivering ass were coated with her pleasure juices. “That is just how the King fucks me.”
“You like a good fucking, don’t you?” Dick asked. “You’re a wanton harlot who only thinks about cock.”
“I love it. I love it so much, like a good little slut,” she panted.
Dick swatted her ass. It quivered, and she cried out, “Punish me, Dick! Punish my ass!” Dick slapped her full ass cheek harder. Then he slapped the other one harder still, leaving a bright red hand-print upon it. Aureola moaned wantonly with each blow. Dick spread her thighs apart and swatted her pussy. She whimpered.
“Dick,” cried Aureola, “play with my ass. I love it when the King plays with my ass.”
Dick wetted his forefinger with his mouth and begin to trace it around the tight pink knot of her anus. The queen wiggled her ass appreciatively. After a few moments of this, he gently pushed his fingertip inside. The Queen’s tight sphincter yielded to him. He went deeper and deeper, first one knuckle, then two. She was so tight. Dick resumed thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy, this time with careful deliberation. The Queen’s quivered with pleasure over her entire body.
Dick pulled his finger out of her delicious anus. He held it up to her lips. “My finger has been deep in your filthy little asshole, harlot. Clean it up.” Aureola sucked on the finger enthusiastically.
Before much longer, this lewd play had Dick on the verge. “I’m going to cum,” he cried out.
“Don’t pull out, Dick!” Aureola gasped. “Fill me with your cream! I want it! Fuck me! Cum inside of me!”
Dick could take it no longer. “Aureola!” he cried. He grabbed her hips hard with both hands and thrust deep into her. His throbbing cock began pumping jets of semen into her wanton, aching twat.
Simultaneously, Aureola felt waves of ecstasy begin radiating from her pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her. Even as Dick filled her with his hot, silky cum, she was bucking against him, her tender body quivering and shaking like jelly.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped when at last her orgasm had subsided. “We must go slowly on the horse ride back, Dick.”
“Praise the saints,” gasped Dick. His limp member slipped out of her sopping cunt. Moments later a cascade of spent cum oozed from between her swollen nether lips.
The two of them slipped back into the cool waters of the pool. Dick lovingly bathed her soft mound and thighs with his hands, washing them clean. When they had finished cleaning up, he retrieved his sword from the shore and threw the limp sorcerer over his shoulder once again. Then he took Queen Aureola by the hand.
Hand-in-hand and naked they walked up the hill to find the others.
Epilogue
When Sir Richard and Queen Aureola reached the crest of the hill, they found Corin the Squire and Lady Delmar waiting for them next to a fire. Corin had built one up during his master’s absence. Both Corin and Delmar were overjoyed to see their master and mistress once again, and unharmed and whole to boot. They were surprised that they had returned naked, but no one asked too many questions. More attention was paid to the fact that Sir Richard had the evil sorcerer Mordred slung roughly over his shoulder.
Sir Richard instructed Corin to bring him a fresh tunic from his saddlebags. But Queen Aureola turned to Delmar with a stern face. “Give me your clothes, Delmar.”
“But, highness,” said Delmar, her face flushing red.
“Strip, girl.” Shamefacedly, Delmar began to undress in front of all of them. When she got down to her chemise, still stained from the night before, the queen waved contemptuously. “That, you may keep,” she said, as she began to dress in her lady-in-waiting’s outer clothes. Sir Richard caught his squire staring and snapped his fingers at him. The lad blushed and turned away.
Delmar’s chemise scarcely preserved her modesty. It was hardly long enough to cover the soft, womanly fuzz of her sex, and her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.
Corin had to force himself to tear his gaze away from the red-haired girl’s nearly naked form. Turning to Sir Richard, he said, “My lord, where shall we put the sorcerer? We have not enough horses for a prisoner, and I think he’s in no shape to walk behind.” This worry had also crossed Sir Richard’s mind.
But they need not have worried. At that moment, a troop of the king’s knights came thundering up onto the hill on horseback, clad in shining armor. Sir Richard hailed them with joy. Delmar covered herself with her arms as best she could and tried in vain to keep herself from going completely red in the face.
With the new arrivals, there were now horses enough for all. Mordred, finally awake, was strapped across the back of a particularly worn-down looking workhorse. The rest mounted up, and soon they were threading a path out of the Southern Hills and back towards Castle Greyhart.
They stopped at dusk not far from where Sir Richard and his companions had made camp the previous night. The knights struck up a roaring fire and were very merry. They were pleased to have their legendarily beautiful queen back.
Queen Aureola was not so pleased, however. She called Delmar before her as the knights stood by, suddenly quiet.
“Lady Delmar,” she said sternly.
“Yes mistress,” said Delmar nervously.
“While I was chained in the dungeon, that foul sorcerer Mordred found great sport in coming to my cage and taunting me. He said many things; most, no doubt were twisted lies. But I was very interested that one of the things he spoke of was you.”
The color drained from Delmar’s face.
“It seems,” continued the queen, “that the sorcerer was able to spirit me away not only through means of black magic and crafty illusions. He gained access to my chambers because a lady-in-waiting of mine named Delmar unlocked them so that she could meet him for a midnight assignation. He spoke highly of her skills as a fellatrix.” A deep flush began to spread across Delmar’s face. “Is this true, Lady Delmar?” asked the queen. “Do not dream of lying to me.”
Delmar hung her head. “Yes, mistress,” she whispered. “It is true.”
“Next time you endanger my family or me by lifting your skirts for strange men, you will pay with your life,” said the queen. “In this case, you should consider your punishment gentle. Bring me the whip from the saddlebag.”
Trembling in her thin white shift, Delmar went to the mare and drew out the whip from their luggage. Returning, she handed it over to the queen.
“Go and stand against that tree,” commanded Queen Aureola. The entire troop of knights was assem
bled, watching silently. Corin, who was seeing to Starlock, paused in his ministrations to the warhorse to watch.
Delmar bent over before a tall pine, her hands against its trunk.
“Lift up your skirt,” the queen instructed. Delmar reached back and hiked up the hem of her chemise, exposing her well-shaped bare behind. Her clenched anus and her orange-thatched slit were visible for all to see.
“Lady Delmar, for your reckless disregard for the queen’s safety, I sentence you to twelve lashes of the whip. One!” With a deft hand that Corin would not have credited a queen for, she cracked the whip. A long red line appeared across the pale, delicate flesh of Delmar’s buttocks. “Two!” Crack! went the whip once more. This time one end of its long, leather tail wrapped around Delmar’s thigh just below her exposed sex. She cried out a little as the Queen jerked the whip free. “Three!” Another crack was heard, and another long weal reddened the lady-in-waiting’s bottom.
After the fifth lash, Delmar began to cry out loudly at each stroke, as two dozen of the king’s knights looked on. By the tenth, she was shaking and trembling. When they twelfth and final lash fell, she collapsed to her knees. Corin saw that her bare bottom was reddened and quivering. There was no blood, however. The queen, evidently, had an impressive mastery of her chosen method of punishment.
Now Queen Aurora went to Delmar. She raised her up, hugged her, and whispered something in her ear. Corin saw Delmar nod. Then the queen took her off to the women’s corner of the camp. When Delmar reemerged, Corin saw that she had been allowed to cover herself with a change of clothes.
Corin laid out his bedroll under the trees, a little way from the main circle of the knights. When everyone had eaten, and it was fully dark, he went and lay down. He lay there for a while, eyes open, staring thoughtfully into the night sky.
Suddenly he saw a white shape moving under the trees. “Delmar?” he whispered aloud. The pale girl came and knelt by his bedroll. In the faint starlight, he could make out that her eyes were red-rimmed and full of tears.