Legends of Lust: Tempted by the Chained Queen by Zadie Black

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I'm Zadie Black and I write sexy erotic fantasy stories!

What inspired you to write your book?

There are just not enough hot, sexy fantasy stories out there! I thought there should be more, so I wrote the story I wanted to read.

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~ The Story So Far ~</p>
<p>The comely and buxom Queen Aureola has been kidnapped and spirited out of her own bedchamber by the wicked sorcerer Mordred, a master of enchantment and illusion. Mordred left behind a note instructing the king to send a lone champion if he wished to save his queen; otherwise, the wicked sorcerer and his men would have their way with her. The champion that the king has chosen is Sir Richard of the Lance, a man renowned for his prowess both on the field of battle and in the beds of the kingdom’s fair maidens. Sir Richard has long desired the king’s sensual bride, but knows that she is the one woman he can’t have.<br />
Now, after a long and dangerous journey, Sir Richard has found the sorcerer’s underground lair. Alone, he enters the dungeon…</p>
<p>~ Chapter Four – Trials and Temptations ~</p>
<p>Sir Richard of the Lance, magic sword in hand, found himself in a wide corridor hewn from the very stone of the hill. Moth-eaten tapestries hung from the walls. Torches guttered in sconces. The air was hot and humid. Sir Richard wiped his brow. Sweat was already starting to bead upon it. </p>
<p>Lofting the torch, he gazed down the stone-walled corridor. It seemed to split off into many smaller passageways, each leading in a different direction. There was no obvious clue as to which way he should proceed. A frown creased the knight’s noble brow.</p>
<p>Suddenly, a deep, gravelly voice boomed out. The voice had no obvious source. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once.</p>
<p>“Ah, at last you have joined us, Sir Richard,” said the voice, echoing from the stone walls. “Somewhat later than I had anticipated, to be sure. I had expected you last night at the latest.”</p>
<p>The knight whirled about, brandishing his sword. “Is that you, Mordred?” he shouted. “Show yourself, you<br />
cowardly dog!”</p>
<p>Mocking laughter boomed in the air around him. “Come now, Sir Richard. Is that how you speak to your host? Really.” The voice was full of wry amusement. “I expect we shall meet soon enough. Besides, if I faced you now, you wouldn’t get to play my little game! And that would be a great shame.”<br />
“Name your challenge, sorcerer,” said the knight. “I will overcome it and rescue the queen. And then I will kill you.”</p>
<p>“A man of action, I see,” said the voice. “Very well, here is your challenge: before you lies a maze. On the other side of this maze is your beloved queen – in chains. Find her, and you can set her free. Of course,” the voice added, “you are quite tardy. I believe I promised that your queen would be returned unharmed and unspoiled if you did not tarry. Since you have been so slow, I’m afraid that now I can only guarantee that she will be… unharmed.”</p>
<p>“Guard!” cried the voice, “release the beast-man! Tell him that he may proceed to the cage where we have chained Queen Aureola. And when he finds her, he may use her body in any way that he desires.” The voice began laughing horribly, growing louder and louder, until Sir Richard was forced to clap his ears to his hands to drown it out. Then, suddenly, the voice ceased. </p>
<p>Shaking with rage and frustration, the knight uttered the foulest curse he knew. Then, holding his sword aloft, Sir Richard charged toward the closest entrance to the maze – a passageway that branched off to the left. He went dashing into it, sword held at the ready. A new passage opened to the right almost immediately, but the knight ignored it. Coming to a turn, he rounded the corner at high-speed – and just stopped himself from smacking into a wall. It was a dead end. </p>
<p>Whirling around, Sir Richard retraced his steps to the branching passage. This passage took him around a few bends, before ending at a T-junction. This time, he went right. He followed the passage’s twists and turns and then emerged suddenly back out into the main corridor from which he had started. The knight ground his teeth in frustration. “Curse this maze,” he growled.</p>
<p>From somewhere far away, yet all too near, the knight heard a loud, beastly bellow, followed by ominous, heavy footsteps. Sir Richard knew not what the ‘beast-man’ might be, but it sounded very large, and it was clearly on the move. </p>
<p>“I wonder,” boomed out the voice. “Will the king still want his bride after she has been violated by such a beastly creature?”</p>
<p>“Shut up, you son-of-a-whore,” Sir Richard yelled at the air.</p>
<p>Choosing the passage that seemed to lead most directly towards the sound, Sir Richard entered it and dashed along its length. Turning a corner, he halted and swore in a most un-knightly manner. The walls of the passage in front of him were covered in mirrors. He saw his own chiseled face reflected back at him endlessly. It was hard to tell where the passage ended and the walls began. Moving cautiously, but as quickly as he dared, he started down the mirrored passage. Turning a corner, he found still more mirrors. The mirrored walls now seem to enclose him completely. The perspective was dizzying. It was impossible to discern what was the maze and what was merely a taunting reflection. </p>
<p>Well, if he could not trust his vision, he had other senses. Sir Richard thrust his hand out, trailing his fingers along the wall as he moved forward. </p>
<p>Suddenly he felt a gap beneath his fingers: a new side-passage. At that same moment, he heard a woman’s scream. Sir Richard instantly recognized Queen Aureola’s voice. There was a clanking sound, as of a heavy lock being opened. The passage he had entered lead towards the noise. He charged down it – and ran smack into a mirrored wall. </p>
<p>The voice once again filled the air around him. “Having trouble, good knight? Your queen will also be having trouble very shortly, I imagine. I don’t wish to be crude, but – the beast-man’s cock is quite enormous, and he ruts very savagely. I’m not sure our dear queen’s royal hole will be able to take him. He might split her right in two.” Again, the mad sorcerer’s laughter boomed through the air. </p>
<p>Sir Richard knew that time was rapidly running out for his beautiful queen. Images of some enormous, savage cock thrusting into her orifices, again and again, flooded his mind. With a deep breath, he pushed these disturbing imaginings away. Instead of entering a state of rage, an icy calm descended over the knight. Running blindly through the maze, smacking into walls – it was getting him nowhere fast. He had to stop and think. There must be a way out of this. </p>
<p>“A way out,” Sir Richard muttered. He looked around him. A thousand reflections gazed back at him. Trying to solve the maze was playing the sorcerer’s game. “This maze itself is a trick,” he said aloud to his reflections, “and I’m finished falling for it.”</p>
<p>He smote the mirrored wall with the magic sword. The edge of the blade flickered white as it struck – and then the walls and mirrors flickered and vanished. Sir Richard found that he was standing in the center of a large underground hall with a vaulted ceiling. At the far end was a bank of large, free-standing cages with rusty iron bars – and the door to one of them was standing open. </p>
<p>He raced toward the cell. From within he heard a feminine moan and a loud, beastly grunting. He charged through the door. There he his eyes beheld two things: the queen, and the beast-man.</p>
<p>The queen was bound by a web of golden chains that kept her kneeling on the ground with her knees spread apart. Her arms were pulled back behind her body, her bosom up-thrust. </p>
<p>The beast-man appeared, from the torso up, to be a great black bear. It had small, beady eyes and a massive snout filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth. Its clawed paws were the size of dinner plates. From the waist down, the thing was mostly a man, albeit a huge and hairy one. It had an enormous, fully erect phallus – which it was at that moment thrusting into Queen Aureola’s beautiful mouth.</p>
<p>Sir Richard moved like lightning, chopping downwards with the sword and severing the beastly cock at its base. The dismembered member dropped to the floor in a pool of blood, and the beast let out a deafening howl of pain and rage.</p>
<p>The creature whirled on him, swiping at him with the crushing power of its mighty paws. He stumbled backward. The creature’s claws tore into his leather jerkin, missing his flesh by the barest whisker.<br />
Sir Richard found that his back was now against the bars of the cell. The beast-man was a full two feet taller than he was, and it was heavy with brute muscle. He knew that he would be swiftly overcome in a contest of sheer strength. He must take the initiative, keep the monster off balance.</p>
<p>He lashed out and struck at the thing’s grasping paws, striking glancing blows on each of its forearms. The sword drew blood, but the wounds seemed to have little effect on the creature. It lunged forward, seeking to crush the noble knight in its bone-splintering embrace. Sir Richard dropped to the floor and rolled between its mighty legs. Then he spun and slashed at the creature’s tendons. It roared and fell to its knees, clawing at the bars of the cage in pain. Then, seeming to master itself, it began to clamber unsteadily back to its feet.</p>
<p>Sir Richard had rolled back to his own feet next to the bound queen. The blank look on her face made it seem as though she was unaware of the titanic struggle going on right next to her. Sir Richard slashed at the chains that held her. The edge of the blade once more flashed white. The chains that bound the queen parted and fell away, and she collapsed in a heap.</p>
<p>The knight had no time to see to the queen any further, for the beast launched itself at him with a thunderous roar. He leaped backward as the monster aimed another crushing blow at his head. The beast-man lunged forward for the kill – and then its feet slipped upon the severed, bloody cock lying in the middle of the cage. For a brief moment, the creature was completely off balance.</p>
<p>Sir Richard looked up. The top of the cell, much like the walls, was made from iron bars. Before the beast-man could recover, he leaped up toward it and grabbed the bars above him. He let his momentum carry him forward into a kick aimed directly at its bear-ish snout. </p>
<p>The knight felt a satisfying crunching of bone and teeth as his kick connected. The monster tumbled over backward and sprawled on its back. Yelling a wordless battle cry, he let go, dropping down on top of the monster’s chest, driving his sword into its heart. The creature spasmed for an instant, and then lay still. The beast-man was dead.</p>
<p>“Dick?” Sir Richard turned to see Queen Aureola raising her head off the ground. “Is it truly you? What is that hideous thing? What is happening?”</p>
<p>“Come, your highness,” said Sir Richard, taking the queen by the hand and lifting her up off the ground. “Let us leave this awful cage. The wicked sorcerer Mordred sent this creature to defile you.”</p>
<p>“Praise be to St. Cherry that you arrived in time to stop it,” said the queen. </p>
<p>They stepped out of the cage and into the vaulted hall, well-lit with torches. Sir Richard turned to the queen. “Your majesty, I -” The words caught in his throat as he beheld Queen Aureola in the light. She was clothed, if that was the right word, as he had never before seen her. A golden collar was clasped across her slender throat, and there were golden manacles on her wrists. The ends of the chains that the knight had cut with his sword hung from them. Her slender arms were adorned with bands of gold. She was wearing a strange golden diadem amidst her lovely blonde tresses that he had never seen before. There was a ring with a large red gem on her finger. </p>
<p>Queen Aureola’s ample bosoms were cupped by gold. Two scant breast-pieces, each crowned with a golden point, struggled to contain her ample bosoms. The pieces were bound tightly across her lovely chest by several fine chains, also of gold. On the lower half of her body, her nakedness was concealed only by a red velvet loincloth hanging between her thighs. It was suspended from a fine gold chain that hung low – very low – across her hips, as was a second strip hanging down over her buttocks. </p>
<p>It seemed to Sir Richard that his lovely queen was arrayed like a pagan princess from some barbarous land. Her bare flesh glowed with a sheen of moisture in the flickering torchlight. Her breasts jiggled and threatened to spill from behind their coverings with every movement she made. The knight had never desired anyone so much as he did the king’s wife at that moment. The front of his leather breeches suddenly felt very tight.</p>
<p>Queen Aureola blushed prettily beneath Sir Richard’s gaze. “It is no way for a queen to dress, I know, Dick. I had no choice. They told me I must wear it or go naked – I do remember that much. Do I look dreadful?”</p>
<p>The knight managed to swallow the lump in his throat and found his voice again. “N-not at all, you look extremely, ah – vivacious,” he blurted out. Sir Richard of the Lance, conqueror of many maidens, found himself blushing like a young page boy. “What else do you remember?” he asked quickly, to cover his sudden bashfulness.</p>
<p>The queen pursed her full lips, her lovely brow furrowing. “Only bits and pieces I’m afraid, Dick. I remember awaking from sleep to find that I was being carried away from the castle on horseback by that fiend Mordred. Then there was a long journey by night. Then we came here – I don’t remember how. I was given the strange garb I wear now, and then they chained me in that cage. That’s – that’s all I can recall.”</p>
<p>“Did they feed you? Give you water?”</p>
<p>“Yes – although they made me eat and drink on all fours, like – like a dog.” She shook her head and her golden tresses danced around her bare shoulders. “I have been humiliated, but not harmed.”</p>
<p>“Nonetheless, my queen, I will make them pay for their insults to your honor.” Sir Richard started to peel off his shredded leather jerkin.</p>
<p>“Here, let me help you with that, gallant knight,” said Queen Aureola. The knight raised his arms, and she pulled the hem of the ripped garment up his sweat-slicked torso and over his head.<br />
In the light of the guttering torches, the queen beheld that her knight’s bare chest was densely thatched with dark hair. His knotted muscles were hard and sculpted. Even his stomach rippled with muscle, and a trail of dark, curly hair ran from his navel down below his belt, leading to – </p>
<p>The queen quickly turned away and said, “But enough pleasantries. We are underground somewhere, I think. How do we escape this awful place?”</p>
<p>Sir Richard looked back toward the archway through which he had entered after descending the stair. It was now completely blocked by massive stone slabs. He wondered when those had been put in place. At the near end of the hall, beyond the row of cages, stood a red wooden door.</p>
<p>“Not the way I came in, I’m afraid,” said the knight. “The sorcerer bid me brave whatever obstacles he set before me if I wished to rescue you. I fear that his little game has not yet played out in full.”<br />
Queen Aureola set her jaw defiantly, and her deep blue eyes flashed. “Then, let us continue. I am not afraid, not with my brave and noble Dick close at hand.”</p>
<p>“I will not fail you, highness,” swore the knight.</p>
<p>. . . </p>
<p>What traps and treachery lie ahead? Will Sir Richard’s sword suffice to overcome Mordred’s sorcery? Can he and Queen Aureola escape the dungeon? And will Sir Richard’s throbbing lust for his scantily clad queen prove to be the real danger?</p>
<p>To find out, download LEGENDS OF LUST: TEMPTED BY THE CHAINED QUEEN. Available wherever fine ebooks are sold!</p>
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