by Chera Zade
I sat up, my naked body now streaked with dirt from sleeping among the stones. I glanced around me, but couldn't see anything amiss. The air was still and fresh, the stones grey and unmoving, the sky grey with cloud.
With cloud …
I felt another splash on my shoulder. I glanced down and saw a droplet resting on the edge of my collarbone. Beside me, Balor stirred, his handsome face screwed up with sleep.
"Look," I cried. "Look at what the goddess has brought us!"
I held my hand up, and felt something drop into it. Another, and then another, and then we were being pounded with glorious wet droplets of rain. Donmal awoke too, and he held up his arms to the sky and cried a prayer of thanks.
The rain splashed off the towering stones, pooling in puddles around their base. We sat, holding each other close, holding out our tongues to catch the droplets and watching water pool in the bottom of the ditch.
"We should return to the village," Balor said, pointing to the sky, where great dark clouds rolled unhindered across the horizon.
"Yes," said Domnal. "We must speak to Eithne's father about the marriage ritual."
"Marriage ritual?" I didn't know what he was talking about.
"Yes, Eithne," Balor said, his eyes boring into mine. "The three of us possess a powerful magic, but we can only harness it when we join together. And so, if you will have us, Domnal and I would ask that you consent to wed. We would take care of you, and you would have your own house that we would build for you. And in the spring you would journey with us across the country and we shall perform the rites together."
My chest swelled with desire. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around them both, resting my face against Balor's shoulder, feeling Domnal's heart pounding through his strong chest. Already I knew that I loved these bold, magical men, and I wanted to bind myself to them forever.
"Yes," I whispered, breathing in the scent of them, filling myself with their strength and virility. "I consent. We will be wed."
We gathered our clothes and pulled them on quickly. Balor and Donmal walked with me between them, their hands steadying me as I picked my way through the grove. I could feel their eyes boring into me, perhaps remembering my skyclad body in the moonlight. I know I was remembering theirs.
The rains had come!
Our ritual worked. The valley was saved. I had pleased the Goddess. And now I knew that whenever the village was threatened, we had the power to stop it. Balor squeezed my hand as we walked, and he and Domnel chatted about our future together, the family that we would create. For come Spring, we would return to the circle – Balor and Domnel and I –to be wed beneath the veil of the goddess., and we would once again dance skyclad under the moon.
THE END
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“Strip her naked,” my Lord commanded. The soldier grabbed my dress and with a yank, tore the pinafore from my body. As my Lord had instructed, I’d worn no undergarments, and my face burned with shame as I stood strapped to the whipping post before the whole village, my body completely exposed. My nakedness caused a ripple of shock to surge through the crowd. I heard them whispering about my morality. One woman prayed loudly for my soul.
Please let this all be over soon, I prayed. Please let them take mercy on me. My whole body trembled with fear.
Lord Wyckham stroke up behind me, and ran the tip of the birch over the bumps of my spine. He leaned over my naked body, his breath hot against my ear. “I hope you enjoy your surprise, my little flower.”
This is the surprise? He had me trussed up in front of the entire village, stripped completely bare, and I would soon be whipped into oblivion? Surely this is not what he imagined, unless …
… oh. Oh, no …
“One!” Lord Wyckham cried in his deep, baritone voice. CRACK. I screamed as the branch bit into my skin, laying a line of fire across my lower back. I felt my master’s hands reach between my legs, his fingers stroking my pussy, teasing the pleasure out of me. Was he really touching me so brazenly in front of all these people?
Despite my terror, I could feel my body responding to his touch, the fiery pain of the lash merging with the hot ache between my legs. I knew that seeing me like this, tied to the whipping post and completely at his mercy, must please him greatly. And I did so love to please him.
“Two!” he cried, as he withdrew his hand and laid another stripe across my back, just below the first. I shuddered against the post, my body convulsing from the pain of it. My Lord’s fingers stroked me, pushing deep into my cunt, twisting and rolling over my clitoris, pushing me right to the edge of orgasm. I could feel my own juices start to dribble down my legs.
OTHER STORIES BY CHERA ZADE
Punished in the Iron Maiden
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When Cassandra's father hires two private tutors for her, she plans a series of mischievous tricks to drive them away. After all, she's the daughter of a noble family, and will soon be married off to a suitable husband. What need did she have for philosophy and science?
But then Edmund and Clifton show up at her family estate. Both handsome and enchanting, Cassandra quickly finds herself falling for the mysterious men. When Edmund and Clifton invite her to visit Edmund's home, to view his collection of medieval torture implements, she accepts, not knowing that they have something very special in store for her.
Punished in the Iron Maiden is a short, romantic BDSM tale involving a pair of gorgeous men obsessed with a girl above their station, and a woman willing to push the boundaries of her comfort zone in order to claim them for her own.
Stretched on the Rack
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When Mirabelle's sister refuses to marry the handsome and cruel Sir Geoffrey of Bomouth, he has the entire family imprisoned and their father charged with witchcraft. Mirabelle is next to be tortured and burnt at the stake, that is, until Sir Geoffrey catches a glimpse of her young, untouched body lying on the rack.
Sir Geoffrey offers Mirabelle a deal - he will set her and her sister free, if she agrees to become his wife and submit to a night of delicious erotic torture in the dungeon with him and his friends.
Mirabelle accepts. As she's tied down to the rack and stretched in every way imaginable, she finds herself giving in to her deepest desires.
Stretched on the Rack is a short erotica tale from Chera Zade, perfect for those who enjoy medieval punishment, BDSM, and a woman ready and willing to endure the dungeon in order to awaken her darkest erotic desires.
Taken by the Marquis De Sade
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After a violent storm overturns her cart on the road to Lacoste, Rose seeks shelter in a nearby castle, not realizing the castle she walks into is the home of the infamous Marquis de Sade, who is entertaining his friends; Bishop l’Évêque and the handsome Duke Blangis.
When Rose is brought before the Marquis, he’s struck by her beauty, and offers her a deal; he will give her enough money so that her poor family will never starve again. But in exchange, she will submit to one night with the group. One night where they can do anything with her they wish …
As inexperienced Rose submits to their darkest desires and take them all hard and unprotected, the nefarious Marquis helps her uncover her true, unadulterated self.
Taken by the Marquis de Sade is a 10,000 word short erotica work about domination, group sex and extreme bondage. It was originally published under the name Steffanie Holmes.
Sacrificed for Spring
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My first time and my womb will be sacrificed for the Fertility Rites.
I am one of the only young girls left in my village with my innocence intact. Tonight are the Spring Fertility Rites and I will sacrifice myself for the Earth Mother. I will be taken by ALL the men of my village roughly and without
protection for the first time. I have to get pregnant to save the year's bounty.
But I only want one of them, will he be there? Will Arlen have me? Or will my humiliation be too much for him?
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Punished at the Pillory
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When Katelyn is falsely accused of witchcraft, the magistrate places her in the pillory for the villagers to jeer at. As night falls, the sight of that pretty girl strapped in the pillory has all the men excited.
Seeing an opportunity to escape further punishment, Katelyn strikes a deal - she'll let the men have her untouched body, hard and unprotected, for one night only, if they agree to set her free afterward. But as the men show her just what they think of witches, will Katelyn discover just how much she enjoys their punishment?
Punished at the Pillory is a short erotica tale from Chera Zade, perfect for those who enjoy medieval punishment, BDSM, and a woman ready and willing to take the entire village in every way imaginable.
Servicing the King's Men
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Beatrice fled from her home when soldiers arrived to punish the villagers' rebellion. She knew they would torch the houses, kill the men and use the women like savages. She would not let herself be taken by anyone.
But next morning, when five of the king's men found her in the forest and held her captive, the innocent maid was ready to bargain for her freedom with her body.
With so many men to please and give pleasure, fear soon turned to desire and innocence to overwhelming lust...
This is a sizzling short story of around 6000 words set in the medieval period in England.
For the King's Pleasure
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King Edward had been voracious in his lust in his younger years, but now he amused himself watching others take their pleasure.
The king enjoyed nothing better for his entertainment than having a bawdy knight or three in his good graces sport with a soon-to-be-married maiden of the court for his pleasure and theirs.
The more beautiful, pure, and yet willing the maid, the better Edward liked it. But what lustful pure beauty would his courtiers drum up for the evening of his birthday? He hoped for their sakes, they had arranged something special.
This is a sizzling hot short story of about 7000 words.
Paying the Price: Taken by Knights
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"My, you're far more ready than I had even thought..."
When Lady Hannah's sire is struck down by knights, she rushes out to challenge their callous behavior. But the knights are less than pleased by her impertinence, and Lady Hannah must endure a public and rough disciplining when her untouched body is taken hard by the knights in front of her townspeople.
Ravished by the King's Guard
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Three o'clock in the morning and a princess in their quarters, naked but for a thin layer of silk. They could get beheaded, just for looking at me the wrong way. No wonder they all looked nervous.
On the eve of her arranged marriage to a rich land baron in exchange for money for the king to bolster his army and ally the wild lands to the north, feisty princess Elizabeth decides to sully herself with several members of his guard in order to spoil his outrageous plans. She knows Selwyn won't take her unless she is absolutely pure, and after tonight, there is no way that she intends to be. She plans to take each of the King's five best men, hard and deep in every one of her unsullied holes, letting each of the men fill her full of their bountiful offering. These men would die defending the king, and naughty Elizabeth can't wait to have them fight over her.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CHERA ZADE loves writing sexy, sordid stories that sizzle through history. And she's always working to give you more hot sex with hunky historical heroes that will satisfy your rough and riskiest cravings. From English to Farsi, Ancient Rome to the Orient, Chera's imagination gallops through the histories of humankind.
Having discovered a penchant for entertaining Saudi sheiks and Princes with her talented tongue, she became a favorite and much seen fixture at the Camel Races from Dubai to Karachi. Plus, she spins a mean yarn, just like her namesake!
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