Queen and the Kingsmen (Dark Fantasy #3) Read Online Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Dark Fantasy Series by Alta Hensley
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
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“Queen Zelladine.” His words rumbled from his chest. “What a majestic beauty you are. Too bad we are going to have to dirty up that creamy skin of yours.”

The flurry of emotions, sensations, and uncontrollable reactions of my body were my own worst enemy. I was weakened by far more than the enchanted purple haze, and I realized that the mortal feelings raging through me were far more savage than any dark force I could summon.

Mustering all the pride I had left in my body, I raised my chin and stared him straight in the eyes. With a smirk and a raised eyebrow, I seductively asked, “Do you like what you see, Kingsman?”

Instead of pushing my knees together as I still wanted to do, I resisted the urge and spread them wider, revealing my pussy even more to Troylus’ hungry stare.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and crawl before me like a good subject would do,” I said, “and serve your queen.”

Troylus’ loud, boisterous laugh reverberated off the stone walls of the dungeon as his head tilted back and his mighty chest shook. “Oh, Zella, I do enjoy the spirit in you, lass.” He cut his laugh short, his face hardened, and his eyes darkened as he took a step forward and leaned down so he was inches from my face. “I am going to so very much enjoy breaking you. And when I do, and you are nothing but a million broken pieces, my fellow kingsmen will come and pick up the pieces…only to break you again.”

CHAPTER 4

I had cast many a spell upon poor men. I had enjoyed watching weak mortals held captive under my control. But never before had I experienced being on the other end until now. Troylus did not chant, he did not recite passages from a book of invocations. He did, however, cast a spell over me. Every heavy step he made toward the table that held his leather strap had me fascinated. Every breath he took, every glance he made my way, held me motionless…nearly breathless. I was spellbound, and I knew the hex was just beginning.

“You never answered my question, my queen,” Troylus said as he folded over the leather strap into his hand. “Have you ever screamed?”

I swallowed hard but refused to show any sign of weakness or fear. “No.”

Troylus walked up before me, kneeled before my outstretched legs, and stared directly at my pussy which only made it throb more. The cool air against my moist curls, along with shivers of anticipation, caused raised bumps to cover my skin.

“What about moan? Have you ever moaned in pleasure, your highness? Have you ever moaned so loudly that it’s difficult to tell the difference between your moans and your screams?”

I refused to answer his vile questions but instead watched him as he continued to examine my sex mere inches from his face.

He then surprised me when he inhaled deeply and said, “The scent of a queen.” He looked into my eyes as he ran his finger along the outside of my pussy. “I like.”

My body tensed, and I struggled to conceal the gasp that forced its way through my pursed lips.

Rubbing his finger in strokes up and down the lips of my pussy, he said, “You will. You will be moaning and screaming by the time I’m done with you. The question will be which one you prefer the most.”

Troylus pulled his finger away and stood. The absence of his touch infuriated me more than being shackled to this chair in the dungeon.

“You are a fool to think you won’t suffer because of this,” I spat. “It is only a matter of time until I will rise and reign over you once again. I’m warning you—”

“Yes, my queen. You have already told me that there will be a price to pay for my actions,” he interrupted. “If I am to die, then let’s make damn sure I leave a legacy.”

He snapped the leather strap in between his hands to get my attention and then slapped it down on my mons. I flinched at the small biting sting with wide eyes. Before I could process the sensation, Troylus brought the leather down upon my pussy again. My breath whooshed from my mouth as my eyes closed tight. A small burn erupted along the surface of my flesh, only to intensify when he lashed my throbbing and delicate skin with the leather again. Not pausing, but altering his assault, he then struck one breast and then the other with the leather.

“Before I truly begin, I will give you one last chance to tell me where Briar Rose’s body is,” he said as I opened my eyes to stare up at his towering frame.

Confusion over the flood of powerful vibrations of mortal feelings rattled me, but I refused to bend to his will. I smiled with a tilt to my head and said nothing at all.


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