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"Yes, Your Highness," they chorused, their deep voices echoing around her and throughout the cavernous chamber. Her eyes roamed over some of her men: Lucas, William, Aldrich, Broderick... they seemed anxious, avoiding her gaze, no doubt wondering how to win the Queen's affections.
"For your first task," Her Majesty instructed, "strip off all of your clothes. You will not be needing them." She watched their expressions turn to bewilderment. "You will be clothed again in the vestments of a knight once you have earned your rank." The Queen felt herself moisten involuntarily at the hard, sinewy flesh of her initiates as they methodically unfastened their garments, trying to cover their nakedness until she shot them a glance. To her surprise, all of her men were fully hard, their erections pointing upward as though hoping to be put to use by their Queen. They seemed keen and ambitious, except for Henry, whose expression revealed a latent anger and resistance. Henry's shaft, on the other hand, was of such considerable size that even his fellow knights-to-be were staring in awe.
Henry had always intrigued her, even from the very first time she met him at court when she was just emerging into womanhood. Her mother, Queen Anne, and Lord Gordon were friends, so it was only natural that he bring his son Henry to the castle on his visits. Lord Gordon joked that one day, Henry would take the throne when he married whichever daughter Anne chose to succeed her as Queen.
Her Majesty stopped in front of Henry, her gaze challenging. She was no longer the naive young virgin girl she'd been when they were thrust together awkwardly as playmates many years ago. She'd largely ignored and avoided him as much as she was able, unless her mother and Lord Gregory were around. Now she stood before him as his Queen, and he, her initiate.
"Does your Queen arouse you, Henry?" she asked him, her voice muted as she lightly stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. She noted his beauty, the firm structure of his cheekbones and strong chin, the thick dark wavy hair that fell into his eyes.
"It is impossible to ignore your beauty, My Queen," he responded, trying not to look directly at her. His voice wavered as he struggled to compose himself. She detected a hint of smugness to his tone, and this irked her.
Her Majesty stepped forward to whisper in his ear, the soft fabric of her gown brushing against his erection, which twitched against her upper thigh. Now Henry looked at her, his eyes almost black, rebellion and amusement harboring in their depths.
"Your nakedness, Henry, is a measure of your loyalty to me. I can have you crawl in front of the entire court as punishment for disobedience."
"If you wish it so, my Queen," he replied with a hint of a smile, as though disbelieving that she would resort to such tactics.
With that, the Queen reached out and struck Henry's erect penis forcefully, watching him cringe with the unexpected pain, but his hardness did not dissipate. "You will address me only when I ask it of you," she growled. "Yes, Your Majesty," he replied, swallowing hard, his face reddening.
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