Love on the Dark Side collects twelve
short stories introducing Black Lace's paranormal range with
a mix of fantasy, fairytale, vampires, werewolves, witches,
ghosts... the magical worlds where anything is possible.
About the story, The Black Knight
The Black Knight has served his king for
years, always faithful to his true love Lily and dreaming
of the day he'll be free to marry her. In battle, he shot
the enemy queen, a sorceress, and finally the land is at peace.
Now read on...
The Black Knight's wedding present
for Lily was to be a silver brooch to hold the lock
of his hair, which he would ask her to twine with her
own. Then the two would lie curled together, the gold
and the black, encased in silver. When he took the King's
wedding invitation, he planned to detour past a silversmith,
leave instructions, and on the way back collect the
He set off early in the morning, and
Lily came out in her long nightgown to wish him farewell.
He clasped her close, feeling the loose weight of her
breasts beneath the fabric, and thought with longing
how soon they would rest against him every night.
"Ow!" cried Lily, at a sharp pain in her scalp. A black
bird flew away, the shining threads of hair caught in
its crimson beak. "That bird pulled out my hair!"
"It's so golden that even the magpies can't resist its
lure…" replied her lover, chuckling and kissing the
little injury tenderly.
All day he rode, thinking dreamily of
his beloved. It occurred to him that he had never yet
kissed the soft skin behind her knees, though he'd often
admired it when he lifted her legs high and slid back
and forth inside her. When he returned, he promised
himself, he would amend that oversight. He'd raise her
leg, her skirt slipping over her thighs, and brush his
lips over the soft crease of skin. Then he'd raise the
other leg, and her skirts would tumble further… The
fantasy spun on pleasantly, so that by sundown he hurt
with need for her. He lay by his fire, under a thin
blanket, and let his hand wander inside his trousers,
his mind full of his darling Lily, as he had done so
often before. Soon, it would never be necessary again…
He began to plan their wedding night while his hand
stroked, but he got no further than undressing her before
he came with a long, shuddering groan.
The silversmith's village was near the
sorceress's lands, and the knight shook his head at
the sharp difference between these healthy fields and
those neglected stretches. He lodged in the local tavern,
where his identity was quickly discovered and many drinks
pressed on him. Even one of the women, exceptionally
beautiful and forward, insisted on buying him a glass
of golden mead. He accepted it, not wanting to embarrass
her in public, but saying "my fiancée will be very grateful
to all these good people for their kindness to me".
If she was disappointed, she didn't
show it. Instead, she was coolly charming, entertaining
him with her witty, cruel humour. He noticed how lovely
her dark hair was, how pale her skin. The merciless
perfection of her beauty cut the eyes, and her painted
smirk suggested she was knowledgeable, too. He glanced
at her plump, half-naked breasts, and imagined releasing
and handling them… At that he decided the mead had gone
to his head, and withdrew to his room.
The drink had only just started to take
effect, however. By midnight, its hold was firm. She
made her way into his darkened room, where he lay sleepless
and consumed with lust for the raven-haired lovely.
When her naked body insinuated itself next to his, a
wave of fire swept through him. With a quick, panther-like
twist of his elegant body, he held her pinned beneath
him, his knee forcing her thighs apart. Delighted, she
fought a little, straining her arms which he held fixed
by the wrists, struggling to keep her thighs together.
She would have the chaste knight force himself on her
- and her groin melted at the thought.
They wrestled, skin rubbing, as she
tested his strength. He was lost to everything in the
darkness, his hunger to take her like a roaring in his
ears. All he could think of was the sweetness of spearing
her, whatever her resistance. Her hard nipples crushed
against his chest as they fought - she was using her
whole strength in earnest now, full of glee that he
was so much more powerful - and it spurred him into
a frenzy. His knee forced her open, his hips wriggled
into the gap, and with one hard shove he sank to the
hilt. Then he roared with pleasure, bucking and heaving
in her slippery clasp.
He fucked hot and hard, thinking only
of his gratification, the girl a mere sheath and a succulent
shape to titillate him. He rode her to the crest of
his pleasure, and shot his hot seed into her, then found
it was not enough. After two minutes of gasping to catch
his breath on top of her, his cock was painfully hard
again without so much as withdrawing. Feral with lust,
he began to slam into her again, squelching in his own
juices. She was screaming, in pain or orgasm or both,
he hardly cared, except that the sound made him even
harder. He howled murderously as he came.
Through all that night, he kept taking her
with his full brutal strength. Though he hardly cared to notice,
her own orgasms kept pace with him five to one. Truly, the
Black Knight was everything the sorceress had hoped and imagined.
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