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  TAMING THE KING

  An Ellora’s Cave Publication, June 2004

  Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

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  Hudson, OH 44236-0787

  ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-936-3

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  TAMING THE KING © 2004 SAMANTHA WINSTON

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Edited by Martha Punches.

  Cover art by Syneca.

  Taming the King

  Samantha Winston

  “What shall I do?” said King Henri. He heaved a great sigh, and stared disconsolately at the King and Queen of Erenoth.

  “Whatever is the matter?” asked the King of Erenoth. His fair brows drew down in a frown. “My dear neighbor, your daughter, Princess Water Lily, has just married my son, Prince Lupin. They will be very happy, I’m sure. What more could you ask? Shake hands, old friend. We shall have a big party tomorrow to celebrate.”

  King Henri shook hands with Prince Lupin’s father and mother, but his heart was heavy. “My kingdom needs an heir, and I promised my late wife to marry only someone who looks like her,” he said to explain his bad mood.

  The King and Queen of Erenoth looked worriedly at each other. Henri could almost hear their thoughts and he winced. He’d shown up in their kingdom without a by-your-leave, and then had caused a huge scandal in front of everyone when he found his daughter married to their son, the prince. The King and Queen had been shocked, but had the kindness to invite him to stay in their castle with them. Obviously they thought he needed close watching.

  Maybe he did at that. It seemed as if he couldn’t think clearly anymore. What good was he as a king? His head felt stuffed with thick wool all the time, his thoughts and actions became more and more inexplicable. Why had he been so intent on marrying his own daughter? Now that everything was over and she was safely away with her new husband, the only emotion he felt was cold horror at what he’d nearly done.

  Perhaps it was time to step down from his throne…but there was a major problem. He had no heir, and his two greedy neighbors eyed his lands with ill-concealed desire. If his kingdom found itself without a ruler, his people would suffer a war as his neighbors squabbled over his lands, and he would never allow that.

  Sighing, he rubbed his head again, thankful that now he’d started to see things in a different light. It was almost as if he’d been under a spell—one that blinded him to all else but the promise he’d made to his dying wife. And speaking of magic…someone was missing. Someone who’d been around since his wife had died and who dabbled in magic. Narrowing his eyes, he scanned the crowd. “Violet,” he called loudly. “Show yourself, I know you’re here.”

  There was a gasp of surprise from the onlookers as a beautiful fairy woman appeared out of thin air to stand at his side. Like most fairies, she had a wild, enthralling beauty about her that stirred his blood. Her hair, long and dark, hung in shiny ringlets past her tiny waist, and her eyes sparkled like frosty diamonds.

  “Why are you troubled?” Even her voice seemed part of an entrancing spell designed to entangle him in some shadowy magic.

  His temper flared. What if it had been Violet all these years weaving some sort of terrible magic in order to destroy him and his family? First killing his wife, then making him enamored with his own daughter to the point of committing folly. “Violet! What have you done to me?” He grabbed her slender arm and snarled at her. He just might strangle her. Even if she hadn’t plotted his downfall, she certainly had her hand in Lily’s disappearance and subsequent marriage.

  She must have read his thoughts for her eyes widened in surprise, but ignoring his hand on her arm, she turned and curtseyed to the king and queen before facing King Henri once again. “I came at your command, my king. What can I do for you?”

  “You can tell me the truth. Have you been the cause of my madness? Why has my head been so long filled with such darkness and sorrow? I nearly wed my own daughter!” His words ended in a furious shout.

  “You mustn’t be angry. I don’t know why you’ve acted in so strange a manner, but I’ll try to find out. I’m a magic fairy, after all, and I’ve been watching over you since your wife, my dearest cousin, died.” She looked at him, and he felt his anger dissolving. She was a bewitching creature, and her devotion to the princess Water Lily had always touched him.

  “I’m sorry, Violet. I don’t know what has come over me. In a way, it seems I now see clearly for the first time in years. It was as if someone had cast a spell upon me.” He shuddered and released his hold upon her arm. To his shame, he saw a red mark where his fingers had dug cruelly into her skin. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, touching the marks lightly.

  She looked down and a flush stole over her pale cheeks. “It’s all right. Long have I suspected some magic. But if there was a spell cast, it was put there by a master, for it was subtle and nearly impossible to detect.” She shook her head, her hair floating like a soft, dark cloud around her shoulders.

  King Henri rubbed his forehead again. At that moment, he felt almost like he was waking up after a long, dark dream. But something still troubled him. “I made a promise to Summer on her deathbed. I am bound to that promise. You remember my wife, don’t you?” He looked at Violet, his eyes pleading. Perhaps she thought him mad as well?

  “Of course I remember Summer Willow.” So speaking, she transformed herself into a woman with hair the color of ripe wheat and eyes like the summer sky. She didn’t look like his wife had, or like his daughter, the Princess Lily, but she was lovely in her own right. She smiled and poked the tip of her pink tongue at him, and then she winked. Her breasts, he noticed, strained against her tight gown. “I can be dark-haired, too,” she said. With a wave of her hand, her hair turned coal black.

  “What about red hair?” King Henri asked, curious, and her hair became a lovely, flaming red.

  King Henri looked at the crowd gathered in the throne room. Most of them took a step backward when his gaze fell upon them. Yes, they all thought him insane. The King and Queen of Erenoth smiled at him, but even their eyes held a wary look. Only Violet looked at him with eyes wide and full of something he hadn’t seen for so long he almost didn’t recognize it. It gave him a pause. “Do you think I’ve lost my mind?” he asked her, taking both of her slender hands in his.

  Though he could feel her pulse beating wildly in her wrists, Violet met his gaze steadily and said, “Of course you’re not mad, my lord. You have suffered greatly. And if there has been magic wrongly used, I will try to find out who has done such a thing, and why.”

  “Thank you,” Henri said gravely.

  Violet smiled and then tilted her head. “Do you like my appearance?”

  King Henri nodded. “Except for the red hair, you look exactly like my dear wife did. Perhaps we should go post the wedding bans,” he said jokingly. For the first time in years, his heart felt light.

  She gazed at him without smiling, as if she took his words at heart. “First, we have to see if we’re compatible,” she said.

  Surprised, he pulled back. “And just how do we do that?” Compatible? What could that mean?

  “Like this.” Violet waved, and they found themselves alone in the royal guest room suite. A huge four-poster bed took up most of the space, and a velvet chair stood in front of a little fireplace. In the royal guest bathroom, the bath was already full of rose-scen
ted water.

  The king blinked. Violet let her gown slip off her shoulders and pool at her feet in a ripple of purple satin. She stood naked now, and he couldn’t help but admire her curvaceous body. Her breasts looked just the right size for his hands and her nipples seemed made for his mouth. Already the urge to grip her breasts in both hands and squeeze nearly overwhelmed him. But something held him back. He eyed Violet and said, “What do you want of me?”

  “To ease your sorrow, Your Majesty.” Her voice trembled with emotion, and to his shock, he saw tears in her eyes.

  “Why do you cry, Violet?”

  “Because I’ve wanted for so long to do this. But my responsibility to your daughter came first. I made a promise too, you know.”

  Henri nodded. “I remember your promise. And you kept it.” He stepped closer to her, until he could feel the heat of her body next to him. He took a deep breath. “Ask me anything, Violet. We can start over now, can’t we?” Something stirred in his heart and longing, like a sharp pain, knifed him.

  “What color do you want my hair and eyes?”

  Her question surprised him. He looked at the fairy, with her bright gold hair and blue eyes, and he said, “I think I like dark brown hair and light brown eyes. That’s an interesting combination. Can you make your skin darker as well?”

  “Certainly.” She bowed, and when she straightened, her skin looked like sweet caramel, her hair rippled in seal-brown waves, and her eyes glowed like golden honey. His breath caught in his throat. An exotic, wild creature stood before him and he had the sudden impulse to tie her onto the bed and tame her.

  “What is your wish, my king?” Her purring words tickled his ears.

  “I want you to be my slave,” he said, his voice thick. “As your king, I order you to be my slave and to let me make love to you.”

  She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Fairies are nobody’s slaves, but I will grant your wish and eagerly follow your commands…if you agree to be my sex slave first. Now, take it or leave it. However, if you don’t agree, I will never agree to be your queen.”

  “Queen?”

  She blushed, and he stared at her, wondering what magic had blinded him all these years. She had been right in front of him, and he never noticed her. What a fool he’d been! But all that was past. They would start anew. A sudden feeling of everything being right swept over him.

  But a sex slave? He? Henri Rex, King of Bavars? A sex slave? He nearly told her to bend over and get ready to be whipped, but then he reconsidered. A good monarch knows everything about his subjects. A good lover must know everything about making love. In his heart, he knew Violet would make a wonderful queen. He cleared his throat. “I agree.”

  As he watched, Violet strode to the bed and waved her hands. Upon the bed appeared several objects. He’d never seen them before.

  “What are those?” he asked, pointing to what looked like a huge string of beads.

  “I’ll show you. But only if you’re a good boy,” she said, her voice teasing.

  King Henri cleared his throat. Her breasts were quite large, and she reached up and stroked her nipples, making them harden and stand up. He swallowed, and looked down at his cock. It was rigidly stiff, pointing straight at Violet and making a huge bump in his hose.

  “I do think we’re compatible,” she said with a smile, and with that, she opened her long, slender legs. Dark curls seemed to beckon, and within them hid a coral treasure he longed to explore with fingers, lips and cock.

  King Henri found his mouth was dry and it took three tries to swallow. “Wha…what exactly do you mean, compatible?” he asked.

  “Take off your clothes,” said Violet in a voice that brooked no argument.

  “Excuse me,” King Henri gave a nervous laugh. What had he got himself into? “I thought you just told me to take off my clothes.”

  Violet looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “That’s what I said. Now hurry up, or I’ll be very cross.” She rummaged around the things on the bed and came up with a small whip. She smiled. It was a rather stern smile, thought King Henri. His penis hardened even more. Apparently he liked taking orders; what a surprise!

  With a shrug, King Henri took off his royal, fur-lined cloak and his satin doublet. He hesitated with his silk hose.

  Violet’s eyes narrowed. “When I say undress, I mean all the way.” She pointed to the bed. “On your hands and knees. Now.”

  Blushing, King Henri complied. As soon as he knelt, he felt the whip smack his buttocks. It certainly wasn’t hard enough to cause real pain, but it was hard enough to sting. He turned around. “Madame!” he cried. “No one ever hits the king!”

  “I do,” said Violet.

  The whip fell again on his buttocks. It was a little harder this time, the sting deeper. Violet pointed to his silk hose. “Off!” she barked.

  In shock, he slid them off. His penis was as hard as it had ever been. Excitement made it hard for him to think straight. All he seemed to want was another delightful spanking. “Now what?” he asked.

  Violet tilted her head. “I think you should admire my body.”

  “I do, believe me,” he said reverently. The sight of her dazzling body sent shivers all up and down his spine. With her warm brown skin, her burnished teak hair and high, full breasts, she looked like all his erotic dreams wrapped up in one sexy package.

  “What do you think?” she said archly, posing with her legs spread and her hands on her hips.

  “You’re incredible,” he gasped.

  “Lie down.” She strode to the bed and pushed him backwards.

  “Wait a minute—ouch!” he cried as she whipped his buttocks three times, hard. That hurt! His penis throbbed in time to the stinging. He quickly lay down.

  Violet laughed a silvery, fairy laugh and took a silken rope from the bed. She kissed his fingers, one at a time, and then tied his hands together over his head, fastening them to the headboard. King Henri moaned. His buttocks still burned where she’d whipped him, and his cock grew hard and heavy. It pressed against his stomach. Thank goodness he’d taken the time to ride every day and had hunted dragons regularly. It had kept him fit. His stomach was flat, his legs long and muscular, and his chest broad and…

  “You are meant to admire me, not yourself,” said Violet, and she stood over him. She stroked her breasts, and he imagined he could feel her hands touching him as she drew circles over her own belly. “You are very handsome, ‘tis true though,” she said.

  “And you are very beautiful.”

  Violet looked down at him and smiled again. “If you are a good king, and I mean very, very good, I think you’ll have fun tonight. But that means following my orders and not arguing at all. Is that clear?”

  He nodded, licking his lips. “All right.”

  “I’ve used my magic to bring some toys here, but first, you will pleasure me.”

  Slowly, she leaned towards him and took her breasts in her hands. His own nipples hardened as he looked at them. After she’d stroked her breasts a while, she climbed on the bed and stood over him. Then she knelt and turned around. Her pussy was now right over his face. As he watched, unable to move, she reached down and touched herself. She parted her labia and spread them wide. Her other hand joined the first, and a finger dipped into her vagina. Her thumb drew circles around her clit, and he saw it getting stiffer.

  By now his cock pulsed in time to his frantic heartbeat. In a second, he thought he’d probably come all over his stomach. He wanted to feel her sheathe herself upon him, but he didn’t want to beg.

  Kneeling over his head, Violet played with herself, thrusting her finger into her pussy until it was slick and wet. He breathed her scent, and it excited him even more. Finally, when he thought he’d explode, she lowered her cunt down to his face.

  “Pleasure me with your mouth and tongue, King Henri,” she said.

  He did. He buried his mouth in her sex and drove his tongue as far into her passage as he could. He used it like a cock, thrusting in a
nd out, and then moved to her clit and took it gently in between his front teeth. Holding it delicately, he tongued it. He was rewarded by a loud moan of delight. Her labia swelled and wetness covered his lips and chin. He licked harder, rubbing his face hard into her cunt.

  He could feel little tremors running through her, pulsing against his tongue, and it was his undoing. With a groan, he buried his face into her fragrant sex, and his cock ejaculated into the air. He twitched and thrust as he came with a savage rush. His seed shot in hot streams out of his cock, while he dug his heels into the bedcovers and strained his hips toward the air.

  At the same time, the tremors in Violet’s pussy grew to frantic pulsing. All of a sudden she let out a loud cry and pressed herself to him, her cunt contracting around his tongue.

  No one had ever come in his mouth before. It stunned him. A rush of heat bathed his face, and he could taste her coming, feel her muscles contract as she came. Liquid flowed like honey from her cunt and his cock, hardly done ejaculating, started to grow hard again.

  Violet leaned against him for a minute, then kissed his nipples. “That’s a good start,” purred Violet. She got off the bed and disappeared into the royal guest bathroom. She reappeared with a cloth dipped in rose water, and she proceeded to wipe him off, first his face, and then his cock and stomach. After that she went into the bathroom and came back with another cloth. This time she cleaned herself, sitting on the bed and spreading her legs so he could see everything.

  She stroked herself with the damp cloth, cleaning the coral folds of her labial lips. After a minute, King Henri could see she was concentrating on her clit, making it swell. Her eyes sparkled, and she laid back, her cunt towards him. She touched herself some more.

  The sight of her slender fingers dipping into her wet cunt made King Henri’s cock stiffen painfully. It ached so much with need he wanted to roar. He struggled against the silken bonds, trying to get free so he could ravish her, but the knots held him fast. Frustrated, he lay still. “Will you untie me, Madame?” He tried to put some authority in his tone, but arousal made his voice thick with need. Like his cock. It lay on his belly and throbbed.