1. The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8, Chapter 6: Layrinthine Passions


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    The Knight and the Acolyte Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love Chapter Six: Labyrinthine Passions By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Acolyte Sophia – The Golden Hunger, The Nimborgoth Stars twinkled overhead, the moon burning bright, illuminating the rocky coast of the island of Yalut ahead. The great city of Grahata was to the south, but the Golden Hunger couldn't dock there. As a pirate ship, there were few ports she could sail into. I stood in the bow, staring at the cliffs, absently trying to spot the cove we would sail into instead, an inlet that led to a secret beach perfect to unload us so we could walk to Grahata. But I only half-heartily searched, my thoughts danced around a fear. A fear that had been in the back of my mind for a while, something I didn't want to think about but one that deep inside me I knew was always a possibility. It was easy to ignore until the two day voyage from Hargone to Yalut. Angela only loved me because she forgot about Kevin. Not that she stopped loving him—as Chaun had reminded me. What if she got her memories back somehow? Kevin was after us, bent on saving Angela from execution out of love, and willing to sacrifice the rest of us to do it. What if he restored her memories and she didn't need me any longer? Yes, she said she loved me and not him, but what if she only loved me because I was here? Convenient? I was better than nothing, filling whatever hole in her heart forgetting Kevin had left. What if ...
     I was a seal in a leaky roof, a patch that didn't quite fit over where the missing tile was? It was easy to say I was fine when the original tile was missing. But what if that tile was found? I didn't want to lose my Queen's love. She was my mistress. She owned me body and heart. But if she didn't need me... What would I do? I blinked at the tears forming, hugging myself as the pounding of the surf against the black cliffs grew louder. Phosphorescent flares of blue washed up the dark stones, churned by the water breaking on cliff. “That's beautiful.” I jumped and let out a gasp of shock at the sudden voice. I spun around, clutching my heart. Angela stood behind me in her armor, her red hair falling about her shadowed face. She had a smile on her lips. “You were deep in thought. So I guess you didn't hear me.” “No, my Queen,” I said, trembling. I looked away from her. I couldn't let her see the tears in my eyelashes. I tried to wipe them away and act nonchalant as she moved closer. “What's wrong?” Her hand touched my shoulder, squeezing me through my white robe. “Nothing,” I answered, staring ahead. She loved me. That touch had to mean she loved me. But she loved Kevin, too. Deep inside her soul. “Something is wrong. You've been moping about the ship all day. You weren't even around to hold my hair when I was throwing up earlier.” I flushed. “Sorry, my Queen,” I answered, shifting. She still had bouts of seasickness. I bet the roll of the ship was making her queasy right now. ...
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