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If I had my way, there would be a suitable sacrifice chained to the altar, their screams preceding my walk down the aisle.
Silas stands waiting at the altar, looking robust and handsome. His light brown hair is peppered with gray, and his hazel eyes watch me with adoration. I duck my head in pretend bashfulness as the guests lucky enough to be invited stand, inclining their heads in respect as I pass them.
Nearing the altar, I peek at the princess sitting in the first pew. She glares back at me defiantly, angry tears swimming in her eyes. Mine narrow in return before I dismiss her, coming to a stop beside the king.
The priest, dressed in long golden robes and wearing a ridiculously large miter on his head, drones on and on about the sanctity of marriage. I repress the urge to roll my eyes, silently praying he’d get on with it.
I have more important things to do.
“It’s time, my love,” my new husband murmurs to me. The great hall bursts with wedding guests, platters of food piled high on the tables. A roaring fire in the gigantic stone fireplace keeps the winter chill away, and servants dart to and fro, bringing more wine and ale to the already inebriated masses. Ribald toasts are shouted while maids squeal—some in delight, some in horror—as the rowdier men drag them off to empty chambers. One maid is bent over a table as a group of men take turns fucking her, her massive heaving breasts bared for the whole room to see. A few are drunkenly dancing to the troubadour’s music, tripping over the hunting dogs begging for scraps.
It’s a disgrace.
I can barely contain my contempt for these people. They sicken me with their crudeness, but at the same time, their debauchery feeds the darkness inside me. A part of me wants to rip them all to shreds, paint the walls with their blood and decorate the room with their bowels. Another wants to join them, to drink and fuck and revel in madness.
Maybe I’ll do both. Later.
Turning back to the king, I offer him a sultry smile, letting a little blush flush my cheeks. His eyes sparkle in delight while he takes my hand. Standing, I brush my hand down my dress, playing the hesitant maiden. The fool falls for it and rushes me from the hall, raucous laughter trailing after us.
When we reach the king’s chamber, he pushes me against the wall, ripping at my stays. Silas greedily exposes my breasts before pawing at them like an untried youth. Rolling my eyes, I gently extricate myself from his grasp.
“Darling, we have all night,” I purr, slowly removing my gown. When I’m down to my opaque chemise, I run a hand down his velvet doublet. “Let me help you undress.” He nods like an eager puppy before his eyes glaze over.
I settle on the small stool in front of the dressing table and face the mirror. Biting my lip to prevent myself from laughing, I reach up and start undoing the pins from my hair. “Yes, love. Ohh, look at that beautiful cock. I can’t wait for you to be inside me.”
Through the reflection, I watch as he jerkily removes his clothes, then climbs onto the bed. “Yes,” he hisses, as he begins fucking the bed. “You feel so good, my queen.”
The last of the pins clatters on the table. I continue to watch Silas acting the fool, enjoying every second of the entertainment. While I brush out my hair, I toss in a few moans and yesses for authenticity and am unsurprised when he finishes quickly. He didn’t even attempt foreplay. Looks like I didn’t miss much.
Pulling myself to my feet, I reach my hands into the air and stretch out my back before slipping the chemise over my head. I toss it aside and stride confidently to the bed. He rolls onto his back, his flaccid penis glistening with cum.
“Was that good for you, Your Majesty?” I ask breathlessly as I straddle his waist.
“Yes,” he acknowledges, eyes fixed firmly on my pert breasts. Men are all the same—base creatures, easily led and even easier distracted. They spend the first nine months wanting to extricate themselves from the womb and the rest of their lives trying to get back in.
Thin, black, tentacle-shaped wisps of magic trail out of me, swirling around my feet before moving up my body. Silas jumps below me when he spots them, but I quickly slap my hand over his mouth to silence his shouts. He grunts against it, body bucking under me, trying to throw me off. As the tendrils snake up his chest toward his throat, I remove my hand. Silas drags in a deep breath of air, and my magic seizes its chance. It pours into his mouth, bulging in his throat as it enters his system. He spasms under me, eyes so wide they threaten to tear the delicate skin around them.
Silas goes silent, his eyes now fully black. He lies still as I climb off him, and the corner of my mouth curls into a smirk. I lean over to kiss him softly on the lips. “Be a good boy now, Silas, and wait here for me. I’m not done having fun yet.”
“Yes, my queen,” Silas intones robotically, blackened eyes staring blindly at the painted ceiling.
Straightening my shoulders, I stride to the door, throwing it open. I make my way back to the great hall, my magic still swirling around me. During my time with Silas, the festivities continued, resulting in an orgy on the floor. It heaves with naked limbs, the occupants panting and moaning, thrusting and sucking.
Dark laughter spills from my lips and everything comes stuttering to a halt as the occupants mark my presence. “Come!” I call, and some of the braver souls do so. A timid maid tries to slide past me, an empty tray dangling from her fingers. The blush on her cheeks intrigues me, and I grasp her arm, forcing her to stop.
Lifting her chin with a finger, I stare into her blue eyes. She stands frozen, body shaking in fear. “You are lovely,” I murmur to her, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear. “Tell me, are you yet a maid?”
Her eyes widen, and she replies with a small nod.
“Perfect,” I hiss, removing the tray from her hand and tossing it aside. Pushing down on her shoulders, I make her kneel before me and push her face into my cunt. “Now, please your queen. If you do a good job, you shall be rewarded handsomely.”
Several men step forward, their tongues practically hanging out as they watch. Some stroke their cocks, their desire to join us shining brightly in their eyes. The maid is hesitant in her actions, unsure what to do. I push her head tighter against me, grinding myself against her mouth.
That’s the problem with virgins. No skill.
Grabbing onto the back of her gown, I haul her to her feet. Her mouth glistens with my juices, and I lick them from her before spinning her around. Running my hands up her middle, I grab her breasts, squeezing them painfully. Her head tilts to the side, a small moan escaping her lips. “Look at them,” I tell her. “Look at all these men who desire you.”
Pulling her dress up, I rip her underskirt off, baring her to the men. Without warning, I thrust a finger into her, making her cry out in alarm. I add another, viciously pounding them into her. Her shrieks echo throughout the room as she struggles to extricate herself from my grasp.
