Court of the Crimson King
Copyright© 2025 by Fick Suck
Chapter 16
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 16 - When a cranky young veteran of the repulsed brutal invasion is found and returned to the Court of the Crimson King, he is shocked by the poor state of the kingdom. North is dragooned into the reigning queen’s retinue, a position fraught with politics, intrigue, magic, and hints of destiny. The Court is an intricate dance that one must master or else disappear into oblivion. Based loosely on the song of the same title by King Crimson.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa
The Queen stood outside the Chamber of Lords, waiting to be introduced. From a hidden pocket, she produced a small tin that held a dark red paste. Using her long nail on her pinky, she spread the paste around her lips and then rubbed her lips together. The effect was almost bloody.
“Let them think I am out for blood,” she said to North, noticing that he was staring at her little ritual. “When they see the red on my lips, they know for certain that I may be out for blood, their blood.”
“The Black Queen with the red lips does have a disturbing ring to it,” North said. “What is my role here? Am I allowed to speak? Allowed to defend myself?”
“The best advice my father gave me that his father gave him was: Say as little as possible and never miss an opportunity to go in for the kill.”
The small door opened, and everyone heard a voice cry out: “Please rise, my Lords. All hail Queen Adrianna Victorious, Slayer of the Butcher and Defender of the Realm!”
A roar went up from the room as she stepped through the doorway. She raised her hand to the assembled crowd who were standing on platforms with pews on either side. Odd to North, he watched her wave her hand with her fingers pressed tightly together, barely rotating her wrist. He strode in behind her at the Sergeant at Arm’s gesture to follow. She continued through the room, past the great table in the center and went to the throne at the other end.
Another palace guard lent his arm as a banister for her to ascend to the chair. North trailed behind her and as she climbed the steps, he turned to stand at the foot of the stairs, just off to the side of the throne. Only then did he begin to scan the faces who were assembled on both sides of the table. The Lord Exchequer was on his left, sitting on the bottom row closest to the throne.
Adrianna Victorious took off her crown and laid it on a pillow on her left. “Be Seated,” the Sergeant at Arms called out. Immediately the applause ceased and a shuffling of bodies nestling into the padded pews filled the hall. North remained standing.
“Lord Chancellor, you’ve called this session,” the Queen began, “what is the purpose of this gathering on such short notice?”
The Lord Chancellor rose from his seat on the right, pulling down his waistcoat over his large belly. “Surely, your Majesty experienced the great shifting of the grounds and the shattering of windows throughout the entire Court.”
“Indeed, I did, Lord Chancellor. The rumbling made quite an impression on my royal person. What of it?”
The Chancellor opened his arms wide to entire gallery before closing them together and pointing at North. “My intelligence says that your Jack of Spades is immediately responsible and that he is a danger to us all.”
“I would be careful,” the Queen began, “using the word intelligence when speaking of yourself, Lord Chancellor.” The other side of the room burst out with laughter, followed by applause and the stamping of feet. “Being more resourceful, I went to the source. The cause of our erstwhile earthquake this afternoon was a ... kiss. Not only is the Jack of Spades taken by surprise by the event at hand, but one may accuse one of your cousins as the origin and perpetrator of the damage this day.”
“Who is this perpetrator?” The man demanded.
“Paquin, daughter of Lord Merguard, your second cousin, and Ambassador Yasin,” the Queen announced. “Not only was a romantic kiss executed, but if my memory serves me correctly, another noble’s son attempted such a kiss and instead, blew himself up. No one died and no one was injured unlike the previous event. What say you, Lord Chancellor?”
The Chancellor looked at his supporters behind him for a quick bit of advice and all he received was a flick of several wrists indicating he should get on with his agenda. He faced the Queen, “Your man is a menace. If a kiss can do such damage, I can only imagine what else could happen.”
“Am I to conclude that the earth did not move when you first kissed your betrothed?” the Queen retorted.
“Oooo,” the members on the left side of the chamber began before calling out a few colorful descriptions and expletives. North struggled to keep a straight face while also reeling with the experience of his betters acting like a bunch of apprentices who had broken into the master’s stock late on a Saturday night.
The Queen continued. “This Queen would not appreciate as being understood as besmirching the person of the Lord Chancellor’s wife. She is of fine character and carries herself with steel in her spine.”
The right of the chamber called out a muted “Here, here.”
“While we are sparring, I would not be living up to my own standards as your queen if I did not admit before this august body that I, too, share some of the blame.” The room went silent. “I have demurred from bringing the Jack of Spades into the bond with the Anchor of the Gods as he has many duties to execute. After the shaking earlier this afternoon, I corrected my delay. The Jack of Spades, known by his personal name as North, sergeant of the Queen’s Guard, has passed the ritual and has been accepted by the gods as a Guardian of the Anchor.”
“Hooray!” and great applause went up from the left side and muted applause came from the right side of the gallery.
“Bond or no bond,” the Chancellor declared, “your Jack of Spades is a menace to the Court of the Crimson King. With his hot blood, he can barely contain himself. If one kiss breaks windows, two kisses will bring down ceilings upon us all. We will not stand for such danger in our midst.”
“I don’t think it’s the kisses you need to worry about, sir,” the Queen said with great glee. “I suppose your prurient little mind does not permit the mention of what else a man and a woman may do in their private moments.”
“We know what he did with the ne Bosh maiden, treating her like a whore and humiliating her before the entire Court,” someone shouted from the right.
“You mean the young woman who cannot fuck without a manual, who cannot follow royal orders without someone holding her hand, and who embarrasses herself before her peers, her parents, her Queen, and this Court in so many ways that it is uncountable? It is that ne Bosh woman of whom you speak? She was so inept that even the barracks rejected her.” The Queen smirked while laughter filled the chamber again, and this time, the right side could not contain themselves behind pinched lips. “I would blame the parents and their child rearing, but such an accusation is cruel and unwarranted when they cannot defend themselves here. Lord Bosh is a noted member of the Court as acknowledged by me and has been rewarded with a superior posting for his service to the Crown, as you’ve already been informed. I fear some of you weaker minds need to be reminded over and over.”
“You have not answered to the danger that the Jack of Spades poses,” the Lord Chancellor said after the laughter died down. “He has no control.”
“I will let him answer for himself,” the Queen announced. “I give him permission to speak in this chamber.”
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