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The Knight and the Acolyte Book 7: Illusory Passion

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Prologue: Justice's Pursuit

Fantasy Sex Story: Prologue: Justice's Pursuit - Knight-Errant Angela and her naughty acolyte Sophia continue their quest. To get the next piece of the High King's sword they have to venture into the Mirage Gardens hidden deep in the desert.

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Mult   Magic   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Hermaphrodite   Fiction   High Fantasy   Cheating   Cuckold   Slut Wife   Wife Watching   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   FemaleDom   Light Bond   Spanking   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Orgy   Swinging   Interracial   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   Lactation   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys   Squirting   Tit-Fucking   Voyeurism   Big Breasts   Public Sex   Small Breasts   Violence  

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King Edward IV – Shesax, The Kingdom of Secare

A pleased smile spread across my lips. For once, things moved swiftly upon my command. Word had arrived that not only had Knight-Errant Angela been accused of high crimes by the Doge of Raratha, but so had Acolyte Sophia ev’Tith, servant of Saphique and daughter of the contemptible Duchess of Tith. Agnes, the High Abbess of Slata, was eager to disgrace her church’s rival. With her support, Lord-Commander William had no choice but accept the charges levied against Angela.

She was undone. She would never fulfill the Sekar Oracle’s prophecy and steal my throne. My newborn son would follow me as king.

My wife, Queen Lavinia, sipped her goblet of wine, a smile playing on her lips. Her blonde hair spilled about the red brocade of her dress. Her figure had recovered from pregnancy, curvy hips and ample bosom combined with a flat stomach. Radiant.

“It is a pity Lady Delilah’s plan has so spectacularly failed,” she purred.

“I never trusted this changeling she hired to assassinate Angela,” I noted. I glanced at the doors, waiting for a squire to inform us the Knights Deute were assembled to hear Angela’s villainy. The last time I had been in the fortress was to knight Angela. I had so wanted to cut her head off and see her dead.

But politics interfered. The Knights Deute had too much power to be so affronted. So I had to be subtle, relying on Lady Delilah’s plans or hiring deadly warlocks.

My eyes bored into the wooden door. “Changelings are slaves to their cocks.”

“Aren’t all men?” laughed my wife.

I smiled. “But changeling are birthed of Las, so he could not resist Angela’s charms. They are ample.”

“Do you want her dead, or do you want to bed her?” Heat simmered in his wife’s voice.

“Dead. Let the crows enjoy her body.”

The smile grew on Lavinia’s lips as she walked to me, her ample bosom jiggling in the square cut of her bodice, her nipples dimpling the front of her dress. She hooked her arm through mine, her perfume filling my nose. “Good.”

Thoughts of throwing my wife over the table, hiking her skirt, and ravishing her hard surged through my mind. She would gasp and moan, her supple pussy gripping my cock. Lavinia had a cunt fit for a king.

Prime, Zeutchian cunt.

And then the quick rap on the door and then a young squire entered, her hair cut short, her face fresh. She stood back straight though her lower lip trembled. “Your Majesty, the Knights Deute have assembled and await at your pleasure.”

I nodded. She was quite the morsel. Lavinia’s hips shifted, a low purr rising from her throat. My wife agreed. The squire was delectable. But the knights awaited along with High Abbess Agnes. It was time to end the threat to my throne. No more skulking. No more relaying on dubious warlocks or unreliable changelings. No more hoping that Lady Delilah’s plan would succeed.

Angela would never reach the dragon Dominari.

“Shall we?” I asked my wife.

“Yes.” Her eyes flicked to the squire. “Remain here, girl, to attend us after the audience.”

“Yes, your Majesty.”

As we strode out, my wife said with a breathless whisper, “You’ll enjoy her.”

The assembled Knights Deute saluted when we stepped into the large hall, their armor clanking. The men wore their full plate, the women in their half-plate, each in a surcoat with their family’s coat of arms upon them. We strode down the central aisle, and I favored the knights with regal nods. At the front stood Knight-Commander William beside the High Abbess, who looked in her early twenties despite approaching her sixties—the magics of Slata preserving the temple-prostitute’s appearance.

“Your Majesty,” saluted the Knight-Commander, his weathered face grave.

Behind the Knight-Commander, a pair of ornate chairs had been set on a hastily raised dais. They were at odds with the austere and practical construction of the fortress. Heavy buttresses lined the long walls, no tapestries or other finery to hide the bluntness of the architecture.

I hated it.

I held my wife’s hand as she sat daintily upon her seat before I sat down. That was the extant of our participation. We were here for ceremony and to lend the weight of the Secaren throne upon the proceedings. Most of being a king was filled with such trivialities—actions taken for the sake of appearance.

“My brothers and sisters,” the Knight-Commander orated, his voice booming through the hall, “one of our number has proved herself to be a villain and befouled the proud name of our order. Knight-Errant Angela ev’Xarin has committed high crimes against the person and property of Aurelius, Doge of the Free-City of Raratha.”

The knights maintained their disciplined and made not a sound, but I could see their posture shift, their faces tighten. Anger simmered. Angela had besmirched their collective honor, and they would see it rectified.

Angela could not escape their retribution.

“To reclaim our order’s honor, we must deliver justice. From this moment forward, Knight-Errant Angela ev’Tith is attainted. Her name shall be stricken from our rolls. The villain and her companions shall be returned to the Free City of Raratha. To aid our order in restoring our honor, High Abbess Agnes shall provide six priestesses to join our company.

“Now who shall lead our justice?”

A knight stepped forward, his armor clinking, his face set. A handsome man, flowing, brown locks spilling about his shiny pauldrons. He stopped before the Knight-Commander and knelt. “I beg your leave in hunting down the villainous Angela to restore our orders honor and my own.”

The Knight-Commander nodded. “Sir Kevin shall lead our justice. He needs five brothers or sisters to aid him.”

I smiled as Kevin rose. Five more knights, two male and three female stepped out of the crowd and joined him. Six knights, all skilled fighters, aided by six priestess of Slata and wielding divine magics. They would hunt Angela down and the Doge of Raratha would see to her execution.

I reached out and took my wife’s hand. She favored me a smile. I had secured our son’s future.


Yowlia, Lamia Slave – The Elpa Estuary, The Free City of Hargone

I gripped the railing of the sluggish sloop named the Mermaid’s Embrace. The merchant ship entered the mile-wide mouth of the River Elpa, my eyes darting at the eastern bank where the rich of Hargone dwelt in ornate mansions, surrounded by palm trees and monuments of limestone and granite, proof of their wealth. The western bank was the opposite, mud-brick tenements crowded together, the streets narrow, the homes of the poor. My tail swished back and forth as I kneaded the wood railing, a purr rising in my throat as I stared at the sights.

I always loved Hargone. The bright sun reflecting off the blue of the river, the green of the plants, the white of the buildings, and the yellow of the desert sands kept back by the fertility of the Elpa. My ears twitched with my excitement at being back in Hargone.

A hand seized my tail. The chain attached to my iron slave collar rattled. My natural instincts as a lamia was to hiss and pull my tail away. It was not comfortable for it to be held. My tail gave me balance and expressed my moods. It often had a life of its own, so to feel it constrained meant my freedom was constrained.

But the trainers of Shizhuth beat that out of me.

I trembled, recognizing the touch of my master. His fingers stroked the tawny hair. The sensation rippled up my tail to my pussy. Another way I had been trained. The touch of my master always excited my cunt. My juices flowed and beaded my shaved lips. My ears twitched as he moved up behind me.

“Always curious,” he said in Shizhuthian. It was doubtful any of the sailors knew the language of the Empire. Despite my master’s crimes, he still wore the topknot of a Shizhuthian Warleader. I was his reward for leal service to the naga rulers of the Empire.

I preferred serving him than my naga mistress. His cruelty excited, not harmed, me. Farson had won my loyalty and heart for his crimes. He did not need the collar to keep me at his side. But I was glad he kept it on me. I liked everyone knowing he owned me.

His hand stroked up my tail. He pressed behind me and leaned over, his lips brushing my ear. It twitched as he whispered, “They never could beat your curiosity out of you.”

“No, Master,” I breathed, pressing my ass back and feeling his cock bulge his leathers. He did not wear his black armor on the ship. I purred as I rubbed my wet pussy into his crotch, grinding on him. The more he stroke my tail the hotter my poor cunt became. “I made a poor slave.”

He licked my ear. A shudder ran through my body.

We had sailed from Raratha two days ago when Farson discovered Angela’s goal. The High King’s sword was a revered treasure to the humans on this side of the Despeir Mountains, but to the Empire, it was unknown. After he took the bounty on the knight, Farson investigated why a Knight Deute would want the Doge’s treasure, and we uncovered the legend.

She would be on the Island of Birds right now, scaling Mount Peritito. After she finished, she would come to Hargone to find the Mirage Gardens of the efreet Riad. Out in the Halanian desert, legend had it, the Gardens could be found, appearing out of the haze dancing on the horizon if an offering of nubile flesh was made.

So we would be here to wait for her and strike at the most opportune time.

Master’s free hand rested on my hip. Then he stroked up my side to my round breast. He cupped it. His palm, calloused from his sword, rubbed my nipple. My purr increased. I felt his ardor rising for me.

My hand reached behind me. I felt around for the lacings of his pants. His hands squeezed my breast and stroked my tail. I yowled in delight, the pleasure surging through me as my nimble fingers untied his lacings. I reached in and found his cock. I stroked his throbbing shaft and brought it to my dripping cunt.

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