My dears--this has been a long time coming and doing this story was great fun. Cynthia wanted to illustrate the scene where Chartan is in Lady Dauphine's room and she pulls a knife on him, so here is the last commissioned illustration for this story. The art she created was amazing and now, Cynthia and I have to discuss what's next.
I'll admit, I'm not ready with another FREE story to put on the blog, YET. I have so many good ideas.
Often I think... put up a story--complete it on the fly! Then wonder if I should just continue with another story of Chartan and Lady Dauphine's adventures. But there are so many other stories to tell. If you have a preference, tell me in the comments or send me an email! For now, this is the end of THE KING'S THIEF.
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WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT
The King's Thief
Chapter 12 (END)
Even two days after we’d made it back aboard The Rogues Gambit, Bowden snored in Gustave’s cabin. The sound warmed my heart to know he was safe and recovering. Above me I heard Roy shouting, clip-clops of Carnival’s hooves wreaking havoc on the ships deck, Detrien’s hearty laugh and Chartan exclaiming, “Shovel it overboard, it’s just horse shit.”
The moment we’d gotten back to the ship, Chartan stripped me naked and tied me, spread to the four winds, to the bed thinking I needed a lesson in humility. For the most part he ignored me except to water, bathe, feed and change the mud-packs healing my back. The act was a rouse. He and his cock were at war in my presence.
Footsteps clamored to the door and I heard the squeak of hinges and the click of a lock in place. Tied face down on the bed, I couldn’t see Chartan, but I could feel his eyes caress my legs, my ass and my womanly allure. I wiggled knowing it gave him some kind of male satisfaction watching me writhe exposed and defenseless. Well, not defenseless, he’d taken away his only shield—my clothes. Long seconds passed before he walked forward.
A slap to my right ass cheek produced a yelp from my lips.
“Constrain yourself.” He rubbed where he hit, softening the sting.
“Roy seems to think Carnival needs his own cabin.”
Chartan snorted. “You couldn’t subdue that horse.”
I felt the cloth on my back being lifted and the soothing balm being wiped away. “He might jump overboard.”
“He’s too smart for that.” Chartan got up, poured water in a bowl and returned.
“You two have developed quiet a bond, have you asked Detrien how he feels about that?”
“Yes.” He rubbed a warm cloth in circles over my back, massaging me into submission.
“He won’t let the horse go completely, he’s family, but he said if Carnival is in my care he’ll trust me to look after him.”
“That’s not like you Chartan.”
“Having to take care of family, growing roots, having another to ground you.”
I started to doze under the silence and strong methodical strokes over my body until Chartan used that rough silk voice. “I think you’re healed enough to teach you a lesson.”
He slapped my left ass cheek and let the sting reverberate from toes to nipples. I turned my head to him when the dip in the bed lifted. Chartan stripped off his coat and ducked under his shirt in teasing leisure. His arms, chest and stomach all defined male muscle accentuated the glory of this man that would be mine. I licked my lips in purposeful admiration and looked at the bulge of his pants.
“First, we’re going to wash your mouth out with cock.” He played with the top button of his trousers and took off his boots. “You’re going to learn that when you make a promise, you keep it.”
“Or not make one.”
He smiled and dropped his pants standing naked before me. “Good girl, you’re learning.”
“You just didn’t hear the full promise I made.”
“Don’t get facetious with me.” He slipped his body between my tied arms, nestling his ball and stick in front of my face. “Open.” He lifted me up and guided his hard cock in my mouth. I had nowhere to go but down. Not that I wanted to be anywhere else. My tongue wrapped around his girth and lubricated his cock. Chartan leaned his head back and moaned. “Don’t ever make me that angry again.”
I heard what he really meant--Don’t ever make me feel that helpless again, watching you walk into danger and being able to do nothing. I sucked, stroked and tried to move my head, but I was tied and he was lodged inside my mouth so far it was up to him to pump.
“Answer me.” He fisted my hair and I nodded and gurgled.
“Good.” Chartan unclenched his fist and smoothed a hand over my hair.
Tears streamed from my eyes and he shoved himself further down my throat, using the back of my head as leverage to rock back and forth, fucking my mouth. My pussy clenched at his ruthless use. Tilting my head, I looked up and saw Chartan’s face.
Drawing ragged breaths through his mouth, eyes closed, eyebrows pinched together in ecstasy, he was letting go of himself and giving me control enough to pleasure us both. I wanted to grab his ass and help him shove every inch of himself inside.
Instead I strained against my bonds. His savage pumping continued at a lascivious rate. It was hard to breath but I wasn’t complaining if this was his form of punishment. I’d give anything to see this man let go. My discipline was his vulnerability, completely losing himself to my assault against his closely guarded emotions. This was not a man who let many worship his body in this fashion. I made sure his cock was guarded against my teeth. All he felt was warm, moist and soft. My favorite limb of a man safe from harm and feeling only pleasure.
My jaw started aching when his cock expanded. I thought my lips would peel back and my jaw would crack to make room for him. Then his discharge surpassed my tongue all together as if I had a choice to swallow his cum. Chartan bellowed a short cry but stifled following moans. It was a triumph. His cock softened but didn’t shrink much as his fingers delicately stroked my lips and himself.
“I’m not done with you.” He untied my wrists so I could sit back. Then he untied my ankles and flipped me on my back.
“Stay.” He said.
“You don’t command me.”
“Yes, I do.”
“You’re a queen’s adviser.” I taunted the words. “I don’t have to listen to you.”
Chartan pounced on top of me, his face gone red, his eyes wild and his voice gravel and honey. “You’re as unruly as your uncle.”
For the first time, I was afraid of Chartan’s wrath but I refused to show fear. “There’s only one station above mine that can order me around.”
I watched as my round-about proposal sunk in. He watched me with a serious foreboding. The emotions flitted so fast I could barely keep up. Trepidation, calm, arrogance, denial, and finally something I couldn’t describe but had seen in the eyes of married men like Roy.
“King LeBeau.” He’d said it as if for the first time, not daring to before.
“Oh, please, like you didn’t plan for this outcome.”
He smiled and shrugged. “My wedding gift to you shall be Quenarre and its rightful monarchy delivered back to the people.”
Then he leaned down and kissed the breath from me.
This project has been so fun, I'm willing to do another! Won't you comment and let me know if you'd like to see a continuation of THE KING'S THIEF or something completely different?
Because I love the art so much, I'm putting Cynthia's work for THE KING'S THIEF below in the order of events. Won't you tell me which is your favorite illustration? Let me know in the comments!
This was the first online serialization I've done and have learned much! I'll be sure to make the next one more organized. Thank you for all your support!
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Chartan looking from the roof tops for Lady Dauphine, scouting exit routes and plotting his next move.
Seducing a man is harder than one might think. Especially if that man is Chartan LeBeau. I didn’t know why the King of Thieves returned to Xaxyia after twenty years, but I’d recognized him the moment his doe-skin, silver-tipped boots stepped into my hall.
“I know who you are Lady Dauphine of Quenarre, noble princess of the house Rouelle. I escorted you to safety here before the overtaking of our King. Do not chuff me off.”
My movement swift, my aim true I lopped the weapons at Chartan’s heart. The thief deflected one and caught the other. Then slammed me against the wall. The point of my own dagger scrapping against my chin.
Looking over at the other ship I couldn’t help notice some of the most despicable rogues I’d ever seen. I looked to Chartan, who in turn, smiled at them in greeting.
*Disclaimer* This illustration below is not Cynthia's but is an ideal representation of Bowden.
With a wild fierceness in his eyes Bowden poured lightning bolt after bolt into Deacon Philip until the man stopped twitching. Then with a torn scream from Bowden, he slahed the air with his hand and Philip Deacon’s body ripped in half.