Court of the Crimson King
Copyright© 2025 by Fick Suck
Chapter 28
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 28 - 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
“What time is it at home?” Paquin asked as they approached the gate.
“I’m not sure,” North answered. “I came from darkness into the darkness last time, but the hours didn’t match up. We’ll need to adjust according to the hour when we arrive.”
They stepped through the gateway into the back of the greenhouse. The humidity of the enclosed space with the fragrance of thriving plants gave North a sense of home he had failed to recognize the last two times he had used the gate.
“Well, well, see what the dawn has brought us,” Adrianna Victorious called out as she strode through her prized hobby. “The Fire Witch and the Jack of Spades have returned. Having stolen away my newest Guardian of the Anchor, what do you have to say for yourself, O Jack of Spades?”
“In regard to the Fire Witch, I can report that she has trained well and taken a firmer grasp of her Power,” North said. “In regard to my mission, you already know the Egg has been removed from our world. I am pleased to state that the Egg has been returned to its home world with the intervention of a god, my Queen.”
“A god, you say?” The frown was immediate.
“The god reconfirmed the covenant of the Court of the Crimson King,” North said quickly.
“Very good to hear,” she said slowly. “I will expect a full report later today. As for the status of the two of you, the rumor has become the truth of the matter, according to what I see with my own eyes. Perhaps you had calm before the continuing storm that is our Court.
“My own plans were placed on hold until your return. You’re back, and I’m eager to be on my way. Step lively, your schedule will be relentless for the next two days and then I shall retire to my retreat for a well-deserved holiday.” With that announcement, she turned on her heel and marched out of the building.
“The plotting is afoot,” North said. “I’m suspicious. What vacuum did our absences create?”
“Beware the impatient monarch, she will extract her due,” Paquin whispered with great drama. “Let’s go greet my parents. I expect more of the same, meaning we might as well get this over with before the cesspool heats up with the day.”
“Yes, the Court of the Crimson King compared to a cesspool on a sunny day fits my first impression of our return. After you, my dear.”
The early morning hour was obvious once they left the building. The sun was up but still close to the horizon. Having already eaten breakfast, they decided to pass the main kitchen and continue directly to Paquin’s parents.
Only the servants were out and about among the buildings, although the sounds of soldiers queuing on the fields could be heard. North almost wanted to run over there and spend the morning with a sword in his hand. She squeezed his hand and that thought dissipated. A grown man should be able to face the parents of his chosen, especially among the best of the kingdom.
The hallway was as long as he remembered. Paquin knocked twice to give her parents warning that she was coming inside. Without hesitation, she opened the door and dragged North in after her. “Mom, we’re home.”
“Thank the gods,” Yasin called out. North listened to the patter of her feet as she came out of one room and ran for the front door. She swept up her daughter in both arms and hugged her tight, with her eyes casting a stare at North. She pulled her daughter away at arm’s length, looking her up and down. “You look healthy.”
“Yes, I am,” Paquin said. “Are you going to check him out too?”
“Your lover? I don’t know whether to hug him, slap him, or kick him in the ass.”
North rolled his eyes. The drama was irritating in old and new ways; stale and shallow. In deference to his lover and her mother, he chose silence and bland repose.
Paquin placed her hand on her mother’s shoulder. “Mother, Mom, now is not the time for the orchestral chorale with four-part harmony. A great deal has happened for which we need to bring you up to date. Is father home still?”
“We drank a bit much with friends into the early morning,” Yasin said. “He’s still sleeping. I suppose you’re going to insist that I wake him.” When Paquin nodded, she replied, “Oh pooh.”
North’s hand flew to his head like he felt a headache rising. “That’s where she gets it from,” he muttered.
“I heard that,” both women said. “Hush, you.”
The water was hot in the kettle and tea was fresh. Paquin poured a full pot of tea and set the service in the main room. Being a lord, the couch and stuffed chairs placed around a low table were standard fare. North had sat on these cushions before, but he had been a tad too nervous to pay close attention. As far as creature comforts, it was good to be a lord.
When Lord Merguard made his appearance, much more dressed down than North had ever seen him, he complained of a headache that was not quitting. When his wife recommended a concoction of raw eggs with hot sauce, he demurred. After downing a cup of water, he made himself comfortable with a cup of tea.
Soon, Paquin gave a recitation of her time in training and a two-sentence summation of how she spent her time at the Cat’s Whisker, she settled back in cushion waiting for the questions. The mother looked at the father, who looked back at the mother with a raised eyebrow. Yasin pinched her lips.
“How soon should we expect grandchildren?”
“Mother! Of all the questions you could ask, your priority is whether we had sex or not?”
“I’ll will take that statement as a ‘yes, we had sex,’” Yasin said. “Among the Court, there were unwritten rules to be observed and as your parents, we are responsible when our children dispense with custom. You may be mortified, although I sincerely doubt you are, we as lord and lady, much less Chancellor of the House of Lords, must make adjustments and prepare for give-and-take in chambers. We aren’t prudes, my dear, but a few are, a few more pretend to be, and don’t ask about our Royal.”
“We already know about her Majesty,” North interjected. “The seer told us.”
“The seer?” Lord Merguard asked, almost dropping his cup.
“Anointed Seer Gartin commanded me to retrieve your daughter for a reading at the Cat’s Whisker,” North said. “I snuck her out of the Queen’s Tower and brought her there immediately.”
“O dear,” Yasin said, with fingertips on her lips. “You were called for an oracle? What did the Oracle say?”
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