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"Always, My Queen," he replied, bowing his head slightly. He was uncertain whether there was anyone else in the room with them, although he could swear he distantly heard a woman's soft moans. Suddenly she was so close, he could feel her silky skirt skimming the bare skin of his organ, her unique and distinctive fragrance jolting him, overwhelming him.
"Have you missed me, Henry?" she whispered to him.
"Yes, Your Majesty." His voice wavered and he began to tremble slightly.
"Are you ready to redeem yourself, Henry?" she asked softly, reaching to caress his cheek, her hand dragging lazily down his neck and chest. He squirmed helplessly under the warmth of her gentle touch.
"Always, My Queen," he responded. A moment or so passed without reply, and then she removed his blindfold, and he found himself staring straight at her. The mental images he'd relied on whilst suspended in his chamber these last few days, did Her Majesty no justice. She was far more glorious and splendid in the flesh, her royal blue silk gown that moved like rippling water over her body, pooling around her feet on the floor. She wore nothing beneath it, emphasizing the roundness of her heavy breasts, the hardness of her nipples beneath the fabric. Her long, auburn hair was pulled back, halfway, the rest of her mane tumbling over her back.
Henry was so transfixed with the vision of her that he barely realized they weren't alone, and they weren't in Her Majesty's bedchambers. This place was sparsely lit, though equipped with most of the same regal fixings as The Queen's personal space. Broderick and Stephen, his fellow initiates, were bound to the wall near the bed, the same way Henry had been restrained in his own cell. Shifting his gaze towards the bed, Henry recognized Lillith's honey-blond head as it disappeared between the thighs of one of the two other women atop the bed. Three chambermaids, the Queen, and three of her initiates occupied one chamber... was this how she tortured all of her initiates? Henry tried to imagine what new punishments the Queen had conjured up.
Lying on her belly, Lillith's back and buttocks were exposed to them, her legs spread, revealing the pink folds of her flesh that glistened with droplets of her desire, as she pleasured the dark-haired woman with her mouth. More intriguing than Lillith's nakedness, as well as the remarkable beauty of each woman, was the amused expression on Her Majesty's ravishing features.
The Queen turned to Henry and beckoned him forward. He obediently clasped his hands behind his back and approached slowly, even as he wanted to ravage her, keeping his eyes trained on The Queen. They all watched as the pace of Lillith's tongue quickened, and the dark-haired woman on the receiving end began to moan.
Her Majesty grinned when Lillith pulled away from the girl, who Henry now recognized as none other than Lord Joseph's daughter, Ellyn, a few years Henry's senior and smart as a whip. The third woman was Helena, one of the servants from the dining hall, whose red hair and sensual walk made her a conspicuous target for men's leers. The Queen had chosen a delectable trio of women: Lillith's pale hair and delicately rounded body, Helena's lithe figure and bold red mane, Ellyn's long raven-black hair, clear olive skin, small breasts and full hips. Since her purpose was to torture her knights-to-be, she could be sure to achieve such ends with these young women, who now waited on their knees on the bed for The Queen.
"Girls, bind Henry like the others," Her Majesty instructed. Henry glanced at Stephen and Broderick, who stood miserably against the stone wall, restrained, their desire evident. The girls brought Henry to the last spot, where they buckled leather restraints around his ankles and wrists. The Queen nodded her approval, and the girls waited next to her as she addressed the men.
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