Gwen Montgomery is on a much-needed vacation in England, taking in the sights, when she visits a castle that promotes itself as the home of Camelot. When she touches the sword in the stone, she starts hallucinating about a very dominant man urging her to come to him.
Transported into another reality when she pulls the sword from its home, Gwen quickly realizes there’s nothing imaginary about the handsome King of Bregonia. He challenges her at every turn, making her want to submit willingly to his passion. Something she refuses to give in to. Despite her growing feelings for him, she knows she can’t stay.
Élan rules his lands, and his submissives, with an iron fist. No one would dare refuse him in any way. No one except Gwen. Haunted by dreams of the fiery redhead, he finds a way to bring her to his world. Now he just has to convince her to stay. Too bad nothing is as easy as it seems. Can their love keep them safe through the trials ahead, or will their bond be severed by the cold stroke of the sword?
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Excerpt
“I don’t understand you. Look at the beautiful women in this room, all wanting to serve your every need. And you sit here pining for a woman you’ve never met.”
King Élan of Bregonia shook his head at the pretty little submissive at his feet. She pouted, then turned hopeful eyes on Leopold, who sat next to the king. The knight nodded his assent and she moved in front of him, bending to take him in her mouth.
Leopold sighed, stroking her hair as she sucked his cock. “You really don’t know what you’re missing. How long has it been since you’ve made use of the ladies at court?”
“Pay attention to your own affairs and leave mine alone, Leopold,” Élan growled. “I’m tired of going from woman to woman. I want one slave to warm my bed, and only one. Mordon will find her; I’m certain of that.”
Leopold sighed with pleasure as the blonde continued to work her magic on his cock. “You will have that soon enough. Are you not set to marry in six weeks, my friend? What will your new bride think if you bring a slave into the mix this early? Besides, topping the wenches will improve your attitude, and in turn, our enjoyment of life. You’ve been a bear of late.”
Élan looked around the room. His knights were in various stages of undress, making use of the submissives of Bregonia, who wanted nothing more than to please their masters. Two pretty ladies were in the center of the room, pleasuring each other with their tongues while Justin, Sean, and Mattox gave them encouragement. In a corner, Drake was reddening a sub’s behind with a flogger. On a long table a wench lay on her back — Kramer fed her his cock while William stuffed her quim with his hardness.
The sounds and smells of sex filled the room, yet Élan was not even faintly interested. Nothing interested him anymore. Except for thoughts of the redhead. From the corner of his eye he saw Mordon enter the room.
“It doesn’t look to me as if you, or anyone else, are suffering. Why don’t you take the little wench to your bed and leave me alone?”
Élan knew what Leopold said was true. He hadn’t availed himself of the ladies at court for more than a month. Since he’d had the dream about the redhead. The redhead who had been kneeling in front of him — begging to serve him. His cock stiffened at the memory of her beautiful smile. Her luscious breasts. The sweet smell of her arousal. It had seemed so real. He had to have her.
The king stretched his legs to give his unruly cock more room. Just the thought of her made him swell even more.
“Majesty.” Mordon stepped in front of the throne and bowed low. “I have found her.”
Élan stood up suddenly, causing the young blonde sucking Leopold to lose her balance and cry out in fear. Leopold laughed. He stood and lifted the woman in his arms, bending her over the chair and entering her in one swift stroke. She moaned her pleasure.
“Bring her to me, now.” Élan’s voice was rough. The sounds of Leopold fucking the woman were almost too much to take. Élan would have his own release soon.
“It’s a little more complicated than that,” Mordon whispered, lowering his head.
“Don’t play with me, wizard,” Élan growled. “Where is she?”
“I have located her, but she is not here. She is in another realm.”
“Time to go raiding,” Leopold said, his voice shaking with exertion as he continued to pump the willing sub.
“I’m afraid that’s not possible either,” Mordon said.
“Sweet lords of thunder, explain yourself!” The king’s angry voice filled the room and several knights stood up, ready for a fight. When they saw that their king was only angry with his wizard they went back to their lusty affairs.
“To keep her here will take more than a raid. But I have a plan. She will be here within the week. And she will be yours,” Mordon said.
“She’d better be,” Élan said, glowering. “For your sake.”