Queen

Fuck! I looked down at the front of my shopping cart. It was nestled neatly into someone’s groin. He’d just appeared round the corner and stopped right in my way, so technically it wasn’t my fault, but still, acid humiliation started burning my insides. He made a half cough, half retching noise and I glanced up, taking a deep breath. He was bent over slightly due to the impact of my groin invasion, dark golden locks flopped over his forehead, whisky eyes swirling with shades of amber and honey. His camel-coloured topcoat was close fitting, and I got the distinct impression it was hiding some impressive muscles. Especially if those thighs trying to escape that expensive Tom Ford suit were anything to go by. I started getting hot under the collar. His knuckles turned white as he gripped onto the cart's metal frame and I stared hard at him, tilting my head slightly to the side. Shit, I just ruined his chances of reproducing. I should apologise, not just stare like some simpleton. Chri

“Yes, understood. Thank you” I hung up the call and threw the mobile onto my bed, sighing. Of all the advancements made in the last century, mobile phones have got to be the worst. I hated the sense of obligate availability. It used to be that people would have to line up for my time, but I was a prince no longer. No, now I had real problems.I snorted, that availability Lars didn’t seem to have. I’d called him 3 times since my latest meeting and he still hadn’t responded. Anyone else I’d be furious, but I trusted Lars with my life. I chuckled to myself again. Perhaps that wasn’t the best phrase for the man who turned me into the monster I am? I can’t fault him though. Bragi had claimed to be the local doctor. When I’d been struck down on that ill fated hunting trip, Lars had searched for someone to heal me. Maybe he just couldn’t stand to lose another to the pox? At any rate, Bragi had asserted that he could save me. I don’t think anyone could have dreamed up the method he used. A

“AHH!”I momentarily paused bouncing on Erik’s cock to appreciate my orgasm. His hands moved from supporting him on the bed, to my hips and he took one of my nipples into his warm mouth. The door slammed open and heavy footsteps entered the room without permission. This could only be Magnus, no one else would dare enter the room without permission. Especially when I was...otherwise engaged. Erik flipped me over, covering me with his body. A reflexive action to protect his queen; he’s a good boy.“Get out boy!” Magnus growled, eyes flashing crimson, huge moustache fluttering. Erik hopped off me and I fleetingly missed his warmth. He gathered his clothing and scuttled from the room, the door closing heavily behind him. I threw my hand over my eyes and laughed. “What’s got your moustache in a twist Magnus? I was enjoying myself”“My Queen, you can enjoy yourself later – the chosen one has been found!”“HVAD?! HVORNÅR? HVOR?! HVORDAN?!” I slipped into my native tongue.“Somewhere in L

“Nope” Lars and I were sitting at the long oaken bar in the central hall of the manor house. This had got to be the best part of our renovation. I downed the rest of my pint and started thinking about what I could drink next. I had a feeling nothing was going to block the shame of failing with Leda quite so spectacularly.For the second time.I don’t know what it is about her, but she stupefies me. Literally – I can barely think when I’m around her, let alone form coherent sentences. No wonder I couldn’t express myself the way I wanted to.My eye caught on the Narwhal Imperial Stout. 10.2%, that’ll help drown out this humiliation. I leant across the bar to reach for it - “Koos kansloos!” Lars suddenly shouted. I think the drink had gone to his head already – he's getting even louder than normal. “Koos kansloos! Hahahaha! As Lise would say! Hahahaha!” His fiery orange beard jiggled on top of his chest as he laughed his booming laugh. Bitterly, I consoled myself that at least I wasn’

When we’d arrived last night, Sebastien had hurried me through the winding stone flagged corridors and up about a million steps. OK, two flights of steps, but there were lots of them! And they were all higgledy piggledy too, so by the time we arrived wherever we were going, I was tired! Sebastien had shown me to a huge wooden door, which opened with a great creak like you’d get in some kind of gothic fairytale. But the room behind had taken my breath away. Softly lit by a multitude of candles along each wall, it was dominated by a mahogany four poster bed. The coverlet was a dusky pink, which I guess gave the walls their similar shade in the candlelight, and there were at least ten pillows! I’d need that little built-in step to climb into it though. “This will be your room.” Sebastien had said, as if that weren’t blindingly obvious by him bringing me here. I resisted the urge to run and jump on the huge, soft expanse of the bed. “My room is opposite, so I can collect you for break