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  The Queen

  Sanguine Series Book One

  Cole Denton

  Copyright © 2019 by Cole Denton

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  Warning

  This book contains sexually explicit scenes, adult language, and scenes that may be considered offensive to some readers. Please read with caution. This book contains content that is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.

  Credits

  Photographer: Wander Aguiar

  Cover Model: Adrea McNulty

  Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Also by Cole Denton

  About Cole Denton

  Chapter One

  Dreyle (Modern Day Ireland)

  200 years earlier

  I stood on the balcony of my room and looked over our town of Drishane while I brushed my long inky black hair. The sky was a blanket of ominous clouds, and unusually dark for it being so early in the evening. I could feel the increased humidity on my skin and hated the way it felt. A storm was coming.

  It was the night of the annual Drishane Festival that our family has hosted in the Drishane Town Square for all of our kingdom. A dinner was served and dancing often followed. My family has hosted it since before I had been born, and I was quite certain that I would be expected to follow in their footsteps and continue the tradition when the time came.

  In the short distance, I could see people on foot, toting lanterns as they made their way to the Square. Horse drawn carriages lined the streets, waiting to deliver the wealthy to the dinner event. I let out an exasperated sigh as I began to wonder which man my parents would like me to dance with.

  My eyes darted to the thicket of woods that lay just behind the Drishane Town Square. I would much rather be out there during the party. I may be young, but I was not blind. Many of the castle hands slip out to the woods to fuck. I imagined that those who had done it in the past, looked forward to tonight.

  I leaned forward against the loose brick that protruded from the waist-high balcony wall. I had used this brick many times before. It was the perfect height for me to rub my clit against. I allowed my mind to wander and I imagined myself in the woods…

  I selected the perfect castle hand with the perfect hands; Macauley. He had been a few years older than me and had the body of a God. We walked past several small campfires that threw large shadows of bodies onto surrounding tree trunks. Fires crackled to cover the sounds of lust and passion. I smirked, knowing that most of these “loves” would not see the light of day outside the forest.

  I took Macauley deeper into the forest, beyond lurking eyes. He was shirtless and wore a pair of gray wool pants. The moonlight highlighted his well-defined chest muscles as he knelt down.

  “Princess Octavia, thank you for selecting me,” sweetness dripped from his mouth.

  I cocked my head to the side and glared down at him with a raised eyebrow. I did not want to hear fake endearments. I wanted to not hear anything from him; I only wanted to use him for my pleasure.

  “Really, Macauley?” I propped my leg up on a tree stump and pulled my dress up. “I do not want to hear anything from you other than the noises you make as your mouth is on me.”

  Macauley eagerly moved closer and buried his face between my legs. I leaned against a tree trunk and grabbed his hair as I held him against me. I felt my hard nipples rub against the fabric of my dress as Macauley worked on my drenched pussy. His tongue was magical and firmly stroked the sides of my clit while I pinched my nipples. I ached and needed something in me.

  “Insert your fingers, Macauley, and do not stop with that tongue,” I demanded.

  I appreciated the fact that word of mouth from my friends had traveled to Macauley. He knew better than to bother me with one measly little finger. He inserted two of his thick digits at once. I had heard that Macauley was good with his hands, so I would see if there was any truth to that. So far, his fingers in conjunction with his tongue felt divine.

  I tightened my grip on his hair. “Do not neglect me, Macauley,” I warned.

  Macauley withdrew his fingers from my pussy and pushed one of them in my forbidden hole; the hole my friends did not like touched. I loved mine to be manipulated. Macauley inserted two fingers from his other hand into my aching pussy. The combination of his mouth and fingers had taken me to the edge.

  I was about to come when an incessant noise invaded my fantasy. I moved away from the loose brick when the knock on my door grew louder. Fuck, really?

  I turned around just as a tall, broad shouldered, blonde with sparkling blue eyes filled the doorframe and stepped inside. Klyn. Klyn had been my appointed care taker since I had been born. My parents gave him some fancy name but he was a glorified babysitter. He made sure I was up on time each day to tend to anything that had been required of me. He brought me tea and biscuits in the evenings and even listened to me complain about things.

  I actually adored Klyn, and in a way, he knew me better than my parents. But the fact of the matter was that his presence right then had been frustrating. Especially since I had just almost gotten off from Macauley’s mouth and fingers…or the brick and my imagination.

  Klyn stood just inside the doorway and smiled at me. It was hard to stay mad at Klyn.

  “Princess Octavia, dear, I wish you would not stand out on the balcony like that. You will catch cold,” Klyn lightly chastised me and crossed the room to my mirror and fluffed out the burgundy silk dress that I would wear that night.

  “It is not raining yet, Klyn,” I reminded him.

  “I was not suggesting the rain, Princess,” Klyn gave me a knowing look and tilted his head downward.

  I looked down to see that not only did I have a tit and perky, pale pink nipple hanging out of my shift, but a good sized wet spot where I had been humping the brick. I casually tucked my breast back inside the shift, collected my brush from the top of the brick balcony wall, and headed back into my room.

  Klyn winked at me and began going over the scheduled events for the evening and he had not faltered when I added my sarcastic comments.

  “In exactly one hour and thirty minutes you will accompany your parents in a carriage to Town Square—”

  “That should be a fun ride.”

  “Once you arrive, you will walk with them and stop when they stop to greet people—”

  “People that just kiss their asses because they are the King and Queen.”

  “You will smile and politely chat with townspeople before dinner. Beverages will be provided and you will only drink water or tea. No alcohol—”

  “Of course, because I have never had that.”

  I quickly recalled when Klyn had caught me in a drunken stupor one night, years ago. I was so sick and had stumbled to his quarters. He took care of me and had not mentioned it to my parents.

  “You will sit to the left of your mother during dinner and engage in polite conversation with people at your table. You will act like a lady—”

  “You mean, not like the child you treat me like?”

  Klyn’s eyes softened and he smiled.

  “Princess—”

  “Klyn, I am not a child anymore. I am nineteen!” I stammered dramatically.

  “Please, Princess
Octavia…please be dressed and downstairs in an hour and fifteen minutes for the King’s carriage.”

  I nodded and glanced at my dress.

  “At least the dress is pretty,” I admitted.

  Klyn smiled and looked down at my damp shift. He has known for years now that I was a very sexual creature, and has accidentally walked in on me pleasuring myself many times.

  “You have some time,” Klyn reminded me with a smile. “I will make sure you have privacy to…handle what you need to. But, I will be back in an hour to ensure that you are getting ready.”

  “Thank you, Klyn,” I said and hurried him to the door.

  As soon as he left, I raced to my wardrobe and pulled out my wooden box that held the most wonderful creation for moments like this. I removed the lid and picked up the wooden shaft that had been carved into the shape of a man’s cock. A layer of glaze coated the wood, which made it smooth. I took it to my bed and worked it into my slit.

  My parents had warned me about what they called “sinful objects” that had been made deep in the forest by witches and warlocks. It was actually Klyn that had taken me into the forest to buy one of these wooden cocks. I think he felt as though it would be one way to ensure I did not give up my virginity too early. We always kept our journeys a secret and each time we go out to get a new one, I would insist on stopping on the way home to try it out. So far, I have tried several of these sinful objects and they make me feel incredible.

  I went back to my daydream of Macauley and worked his wooden cock in and out. I put a pillow over my face to muffle my moans. Once satisfied, I set off for my washroom to begin getting ready for the dinner and festival. I made a mental note to make sure that I make a trip into the forest to see the witch for a new cock.

  While I waited for Klyn to appear, I brushed my hair in front of the mirror. As promised, Klyn knocked on my door and then entered.

  “It is nice to see you are dressed and ready, my dear,” Klyn said with a sly smile.

  “It had been the perfect amount of time, thank you, Klyn,” I politely said as I wrapped my hand around his forearm. “Are you riding with us to Town Square?” I asked Klyn as we made our way to the first floor.

  “No, my dear. I will be riding in the carriage behind the one carrying you and your parents.”

  “What?” I pretended to be shocked, “You do not want to ride in the boring carriage?”

  He laughed and shook his head at me. Klyn returned to business as my mother and father appeared.

  “Good evening, King Quintas and Queen Althea,” Klyn greeted my parents.

  Both of my parents smiled kindly at him and my father reminded Klyn to call him Quintas. I rolled my eyes.

  “Give it a rest, Father. Klyn has never called you Quintas in the nineteen years that I have been around,” I interrupted as they carried on.

  My parents shot me a warning look to mind my manners. I tried to let out my exasperated sigh as quietly as possible so I did not cause a scene. But now all I could think of was when I could make another trip into the woods, or at least get some castle hand’s mouth on my pussy. As Klyn spoke to my father about security measures for this evening, I could not help but watch his mouth as he spoke. Hmm, I bet Klyn had eaten his fair share of pussy before. I wondered…

  “Octavia,” my mother called out my name, which effectively pulled the mental visual of Klyn out from under my dress.

  “Yes, Mother?” I asked in my perfect even voice.

  “Let us begin our walk to the carriage. Your father will follow behind us.”

  Of course he would.

  I climbed up the steps into the carriage that would take me to a night of boringness. However, I hoped my parents would permit me the opportunity to stretch my legs a little bit after dinner. I just might be about to creep to the edge of the forest and at least watch some of the depraved acts that would take place out there.

  As my mother sat down beside me, I watched Klyn walk down the stone steps from the castle. I wondered if he was telling my father how he found me on the balcony earlier. No, Father was laughing. He certainly would not laugh if he found out I pleasured myself; let alone, all the ways that I do it.

  They stopped on the steps about midway down and looked out to the left. My father pointed out something in the distance, and then waved his hand around as he spoke to Klyn. I could not hear what they had been saying, so I leaned out of my window to try to see what they had been looking at. I was not able to figure what they were gazing at. All I could see was the town below with its lights glowing.

  “Why does Klyn never ride with us to these events?” I asked my parents once my father had taken his seat in the carriage opposite us. They take the same carriage when my father goes out for business, but whenever it is events, he rides in a different carriage.

  “The people like to see the family together as they arrive,” my father stated and then turned his head to look out the window.

  Suddenly, he looked very bothered and looked out the carriage window in the direction of the town. I knew that my mother noticed it too.

  “Quintas, what is it?” my mother asked when our carriage began to move.

  “A storm is brewing,” he replied.

  I stuck my hand out of the carriage window to see if I felt any raindrops, but all I felt was the humid, damp air.

  “Octavia!” my father bellowed, “Get your arm inside this carriage at once!”

  “Quintas!” my mother hissed as I quickly pulled my arm inside. “Quintas, what is the matter?”

  My father looked distracted and stared at my mother. It was as though they were having a silent conversation. Something felt wrong, and I do not know if it was the way they looked at one another, or my father’s outburst that made me feel that way. But something for sure was wrong. I looked down at my father’s hands as he rubbed his finger over the family ring.

  “I am concerned about the pending storm,” he admitted.

  I relaxed when I heard that he was just worried about the storm. Really? Yes, we get rain often, but I did not think a storm was anything for him to get bent out of shape over.

  “It is just a storm, darling,” my mother paused to look out the window. “I hope the townspeople travel to the event with caution,” she said with a smile.

  “A little rain never killed anyone, Father,” I added. I hoped he picked up on my hint that I was annoyed that he yelled at me for having my arm out of the carriage window.

  “It is the clouds and fog that I am curious about. There are no reflections from the lights on the low fog,” Father explained.

  I frowned when I looked out and realized that he had been right. That was kind of strange. Many nights we get fog, but you can always see the soft glow of the lights from the lanterns reflecting upwards on the fog. Except for tonight.

  A small stretch of forest separated our castle and the town on the left side. As we made our way to town, I sat on the edge of my seat and concentrated on the left side of the forest. Sometimes when you passed by this section at night, you could see the faint glimmer of light coming from a witch or warlock’s camp in the distance. My eyes darted all over to see if I could spot one.

  My great, great, great grandfather had set a truce with the witches and warlocks that if they stayed out of the town of Drishane, they were permitted to live in the forest of our kingdom. My father upheld that pact, and maintained the peace with them. Since I had been a small child, my father allowed the witches and warlocks to come into town on one designated day of the week to obtain food and supplies. While he respected their lifestyle, he did not want me to venture out into the woods. Rumors were all over the town about the potions and medicines one could get out there, not to mention the “objects of sin.”

  “Look!” I excitedly whispered as I pointed in the distance. A bright green glow illuminated a small area.

  My mother smiled as my father looked on with an interesting expression on his face. I frowned at him and then looked back out at the green illu
mination.

  “What is it, dear?” my mother asked him.

  “The fog. The light from their fire is reflected in the mist,” he mused.

  I thought about what he had said and why he was confused by this. The cloud and fog that had settled over the town, showed no light from Drishane. Yet, the light from the camp in the woods cast a green haze against the fog. It was odd and eerie.

  “Father,” I turned to look at him, “Father, why is the fog not capturing the glow of the light in town, but it is getting the light from the witch’s camp?” I inquired.

  For the first time in my life, my father looked unsure and did not have the answer.

  “Very good question, Octavia. A question that I do not have the answer to,” he replied.

  Our carriage came to a stop right in front of the stairs that led to the place where the dinner and ball was held. I had been the first to exit, followed by my mother and then father. As usual, my mother and I waited for my father to pass by us and lead the way into the building. My father stopped several times along the way to speak with guests and dignitaries of Drishane. With my mother close to his side, my father answered to many townspeople calling out his name.

  The creepy feeling that I had had since we left Darick Castle had not subsided when we arrived. There was just something in the air. I glanced down at my skin and could see the sheen of dampness on my forearm. I hated the way heavy humidity made me feel, though, I do not think that I have ever felt humidity that was as heavy as this.

  Nonchalantly, I turned to find Klyn. He was a few feet behind me and smiled warmly at me. I looked up in the sky, hoping to see the soft glowing yellow lights from the town against the clouds. All I saw were thick, opaque clouds. At any moment, I expected the sky to open up and drench the town.