Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
The three knights step ahead, their footsteps making no sound on the moss-carpeted earth. At a word from the black knight, a vast door of weathered oak, covered in flowering vines in the center of the trunk, creaks open. The scent of jasmine and green things wafts outward. Valen moves in front of me instantly, his broad shoulders tense, the muscles in his back flexing like an animal ready to spring.
I should feel irritated at being treated like a damsel in need of shielding… but instead, I feel seen—protected. As though we stand together, not as Mistress and her servant, but as a single unit.
We pass beneath the arched doorway and enter a vaulted chamber grown from the living tree itself. Branches curl and weave into towering columns, and above us the ceiling blossoms into a canopy of glowing blue leaves. The scent is rich and loamy, as though the tree breathes magic itself. A carpet of soft moss cushions our steps and mutes all sound. Vines hang like curtains, studded with tiny blossoms that glow with magical inner light.
And at the end of the hall, upon a throne that is half wooden sculpture, half living growth, sits the Sorceress.
She is tall, ethereal. Her honey-gold hair flows over her shoulders in waves, studded here and there with tiny white flowers. Her gown is of light green gossamer so thin I can see the rise of her breasts beneath it, the slight swell of her nipples through slits deliberately placed to frame them. A slit up the center reveals that she wears no undergarments, the bare curve of her sex clearly visible. She is adorned with only a crown of vines and flowers, yet she wears her near-nudity like armor.
"Welcome, visitors," she says, her voice like silver wind chimes stirred by a breeze. "You must have traveled far to meet with me."
I step forward, head held high though my heart hammers in my chest. I’m trying to look royal despite my ragged appearance.
"That is correct. I am Princess Irena of Therevan and I have come to seek your aid."
The Sorceress inclines her head, her eyes luminous green and unreadable.
"Indeed. And please, do not trouble yourself about your gown, my dear. I see through to your essence. You possess not only nobility but also great magic."
"I… do?" My voice falters before I can stop it. What makes her think that about me?
The Sorceress smiles knowingly.
"How else would you have tamed such a protector?"
Her gaze slides to Valen. As she looks him up and down I feel a ripple of possessive heat pass through me.
"A Drake Shifter, no less,” she purrs. “Tell me, child… how did you bind him to you?"
I open my mouth but can find no words.
Valen answers before I can think of what to say.
"I stay with the princess of my own free will," he growls. "We have… an understanding."
The Sorceress arches one delicate brow.
"Ah. So you serve her for love. How quaint. My husbands serve me for the same reason." She looks at the knights and all three of them come to attention. "Come, my husbands, and pay your obeisance to me," she beckons to them. "But first—let's do away with this bulky armor."
She rises gracefully, her gown parting to reveal more pale golden skin. Then she snaps her fingers.
The three knights step forward. She speaks a word I don’t understand—but it sounds rather like the Old Tongue—and their armor vanishes in a shimmer of light.
I gasp softly at such a casual display of magic. Such power is kept secret in our Court—not openly flaunted and displayed. But the sorceress seems to be all about display.
Each man now wears loose, silk trousers belted low on their hips. The red knight has wavy auburn hair and a neat beard, his eyes the color of garnets. The green knight is lithe, with wild blonde curls and piercing green eyes. And the black knight is dark-haired and grave, his black eyes hooded.
“Come to me,” she says again. “I require pleasure.”
They move to the Sorceress without hesitation. The red and green knights each take one of her nipples into their mouths, while the black knight kneels before her and buries his face between her thighs. It’s obvious he’s pleasuring her with his tongue…licking her pussy.
I feel my pulse start to race and my forbidden area is suddenly feeling hot and wet. It’s the exact thing that Valen has said several times he wants to do to me, but I know I shouldn’t let him. It’s wrong—isn’t it?
The Sorceress doesn’t seem to think so. She moans openly, throwing her head back, her hands tangled in her husband’s hair.
“Ah, that’s good, my loves. Darrin…Fenric, suck a little harder, won’t you? And Horatio…” But whatever she’s about to say to the black knight with his face between her thighs ends in a moan. “Ahh…So good, my love!” she moans. “You have such a talented tongue.”