Straight ahead and outside

The king takes one more look around to confirm that he is unobserved before proceeding forward, going directly to the doors exiting the castle. Once outside, he again looks around cautiously before walking across the palace grounds toward the royal vineyard. Once there, he ducks behind a particularly thick patch of grapevines and waits.

He does not have to wait long. In the dark of the night his eyes readily spot the approaching light. Dashing about like a firefly in flight he sees a small flame. It flickers as it moves, but it does not go out. The flame dashes to and fro and circles the vineyard twice before descending to the ground.

The king watches, with a mixture of fascination and horror as the small flame grows and transforms. At first it grows to about 18 inches in height before the flame disappears. With the sudden loss of the light, it is difficult at first to see what it has become, but as the king’s eyes adjust to the darkness, he sees the jet-black chicken, looking at him with an uncanny interest and intellect. The chicken clucks a couple of times, takes a few steps, and then begins to change again.

As the king watches, the chicken’s body takes on a liquid form and stretches upward, losing its shape and its color. Once the transformation is complete, the king takes in a sharp breath, enraptured once again by the sight.

Stepping toward him is a beautiful woman. She appears to be in her twenties. She has long, black hair, and large, soulful eyes. She is naked, except for one riding boot that extends up to the knee of her right leg. As she walks toward him, her hands outstretched, the king is so captivated by the way her hair comes down on one side, partially covering one breast, that he does not even notice the footprints she leaves behind: those of a horse’s hooves.

“It has been too long, my love,” she says, as she steps to the king, pressing her body against his. He opens his mouth to speak, but she takes his head and brings it down to hers. They meet in a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining.

Any thoughts Malcolm may have had about conversation are gone now as his heart races and his breathing intensifies in response to her touch. His hands explore her smooth back and soft buttocks as she quickly and expertly begins to remove each article of clothing from his body.

Spreading the discarded clothing on the ground, Malcolm lays on his back and pulls the woman on top of him. They kiss passionately as she wraps her fingers around his cock and begins to stroke. Malcolm can feel her nipples lightly brushing against his chest. He takes her breasts in his hands and squeezes them.

The woman kisses her way down Malcolm’s neck, chest and stomach. Then, moving further down, she takes a firm hold of his cock and strokes it as she explores his balls with her tongue.

The king moans and strokes her hair as he feels her mouth between his legs. She licks his shaft thoroughly and then, for the first time, speaks.

“You tried to feed the passion with your wife, didn’t you? I can taste her, and it is fresh.”

At the mention of Caroline, Malcolm feels an intense pang of guilt, but the firmness of his erection does not subside in the least. “I did,” he says, finding it difficult to concentrate as he feels his heart beat through the throbbing of his cock.

She licks again. “It was this evening — perhaps two hours ago?” The king nods in response, urging her on with his **** eyes.

“But she could not satisfy you like I can, could she?”

The woman endulges the king with several long, slow, sensuous deep-throated sucks before speaking again.

“You know she never will be able to. Why do you even try? You know you could simply invite me into your home, and you could have me whenever you want.”

She maintains eye contact with him as she slowly crawls forward, rubbing her body against his, and allowing his cock to slide between her breasts as she does so. She stops when she is face-to-face with the king. She reaches down and takes hold of his cock and positions it tantalizingly at the entrace to her wet snatch. He attempts to thrust upward, to enter her and commence a lust-filled fucking, but she stops him and smiles down in his face.

“If you want me so badly, then why don’t you take me home with you? Think how it would be to have me whenever you want? All night — every night.”

As she speaks, she rubs his hard, sensitive cock against her smooth, wet slit, driving the king mad with desire. He asks himself, “How did I ever get myself into this?”