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"So far during the course of your initiation, you three have emerged as some of my strongest and most loyal men. While there is still much time before I decide who is to be my favorite, know that the three of you have suffered more than the others, and you rise above the rest in self-discipline." No one could take their eyes off their Queen, so mesmerizing was her presence and her voice, so immediately evident was the power she wielded and the absolute freedom she had to exercise it.
"Your initiation is a challenge you will have to endure alone. You are isolated in your chambers for this principal reason. But now, my challenge will evaluate your greatest resources of all-- your will, and your complete obedience to me." The Queen's blue eyes darkened slightly. Henry's stomach knotted when she trained her gaze upon his, and he stiffened even more. Her Majesty turned towards her serving ladies.
"Lillith, Ellyn and Helena will start by testing these abilities. While these lovely women caress and fondle you, you must stifle the compulsion to achieve your release. The last one of you who successfully obeys my orders and exerts self-discipline will be rewarded immensely."
Henry knew instinctively that Broderick and Stephen's faces held the same bewildered and tense looks as his own. Lillith approached Broderick, and Helena reached for Stephen. Red-haired Ellyn grinned wickedly before Henry, her long fingers splaying on his hard chest, feeling his heart race.
"Enjoy yourselves, ladies," Her Majesty instructed, gathering her silk skirts around her as she seated herself in a large, throne-like chair, cushioned in burgundy velvet, the arms and legs painted the exact gold as the natural highlights in her hair. Henry stared at her, mesmerized, surprised when The Queen looked back.
Ellyn slid her naked body up against Henry, his erection pressing into her lower belly. The slightest brush against his swollen organ made him lightheaded, so intense was the torture of the last few days, but he fought with himself. Lillith grasped Broderick's member in her hands, stroking him lightly, her mouth on his neck. Helena's long nails tangled in Stephen's thick brown hair, sweeping down his body, roughly pinching his nipples.
Henry moaned as Ellyn's hand crept down his body, her knowing fingers grasping the length of him. He tried not to look at her and ignore the warmth of her hands assuaging his torment. He wanted to make The Queen's blue silk gown tumble to the ground and leave her naked for him, her hair flowing freely over her large breasts, as he knelt to suckle her perfect nipples...
How could he win this challenge? Already he felt heady, consumed with thoughts of Her Majesty's beauty, Ellyn's hands squeezing and tugging at him relentlessly. Stephen clenched his fists as Helena sank to her knees in front of him, pressing hot kisses to the insides of his spread thighs, as Lillith whispered base words to Broderick, grabbing at him. Henry tried to tune them all out, but the pressure mounted in his loins, Ellyn's soft hair brushing against his legs as she, too, knelt in front of him, her breath hot against his sensitive flesh.
He battled himself as his pleasure raged within him, and turned his attention to The Queen. One of the shoulders of her dress had slipped down her arm, baring half of her right breast. Her hair was undone now, the dark waves cascading down her arms, touching the tops of her thighs. She stared directly at him, her piercing blue eyes branding into his. Maybe she wanted him to win this challenge, more so than Broderick or Stephen. This notion kept him afloat a few moments longer.
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