The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love
Chapter Six: Labyrinthine Passions
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Acolyte Sophia – The Golden Hunger, The Nimborgoth

Stars twinkled overhead, the moon burning bright, illuminating the rocky coast of the island of Yalut ahead. The great city of Grahata was to the south, but the Golden Hunger couldn’t dock there. As a pirate ship, there were few ports she could sail into. I stood in the bow, staring at the cliffs, absently trying to spot the cove we would sail into instead, an inlet that led to a secret beach perfect to unload us so we could walk to Grahata.

But I only half-heartily searched, my thoughts danced around a fear. A fear that had been in the back of my mind for a while, something I didn’t want to think about but one that deep inside me I knew was always a possibility. It was easy to ignore until the two day voyage from Hargone to Yalut.

Angela only loved me because she forgot about Kevin. Not that she stopped loving him—as Chaun had reminded me. What if she got her memories back somehow? Kevin was after us, bent on saving Angela from execution out of love, and willing to sacrifice the rest of us to do it.

What if he restored her memories and she didn’t need me any longer? Yes, she said she loved me and not him, but what if she only loved me because I was here? Convenient? I was better than nothing, filling whatever hole in her heart forgetting Kevin had left. What if I was a seal in a leaky roof, a patch that didn’t quite fit over where the missing tile was? It was easy to say I was fine when the original tile was missing. But what if that tile was found?

I didn’t want to lose my Queen’s love. She was my mistress. She owned me body and heart. But if she didn’t need me… What would I do?

I blinked at the tears forming, hugging myself as the pounding of the surf against the black cliffs grew louder. Phosphorescent flares of blue washed up the dark stones, churned by the water breaking on cliff.

“That’s beautiful.”

I jumped and let out a gasp of shock at the sudden voice. I spun around, clutching my heart. Angela stood behind me in her armor, her red hair falling about her shadowed face. She had a smile on her lips.

“You were deep in thought. So I guess you didn’t hear me.”

“No, my Queen,” I said, trembling. I looked away from her. I couldn’t let her see the tears in my eyelashes. I tried to wipe them away and act nonchalant as she moved closer.

“What’s wrong?” Her hand touched my shoulder, squeezing me through my white robe.

“Nothing,” I answered, staring ahead. She loved me. That touch had to mean she loved me.

But she loved Kevin, too. Deep inside her soul.

“Something is wrong. You’ve been moping about the ship all day. You weren’t even around to hold my hair when I was throwing up earlier.”

I flushed. “Sorry, my Queen,” I answered, shifting. She still had bouts of seasickness. I bet the roll of the ship was making her queasy right now.

“It’s fine.” She pressed against me, her breastplate hard against my shoulders. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is, my Queen.”

“Nothing?” Her voice went chill, tight. “Nothing? I gave you a command and you lie to me?”

“I…I didn’t lie,” I protested, my stomach squirming and my cheeks reddening.

“Another lie.” Her hand slid around my body and shoved into my robe. I gasped when she found my nipple and pinched and twisted it so hard. The pain shot through me, making my knees quiver and my pussy clench.

She was so strong. The pain hurt and yet it was exquisite. What I craved. I enjoyed it.

She nuzzled into my brown hair and found my ear. Her teeth nipped my lobe hard, another flare of pain that had me suck in a breath. “When you lie to me, you force me to hurt you,” she purred. “To discipline you.” Her finger twisted my nipple so hard. I gasped. “I’m going to have to spank you so hard.

“Strip!”

“Yes, my Queen,” I panted, my pussy growing juicier. I needed this. I needed her discipline. I did lie to her. She understood me.

Maybe… Maybe she did love me?

My hands fumbled with the clasp of my robe, desperate to strip naked so she could discipline my naughty ass. The ties came apart. I shrugged out of it, exposing my naked body to the night air. The crew of the Golden Hunger, all burly men, were on the deck, Captain Thyrna barking her orders as they navigated towards the inlet. One man shouted fathom measurements, sounding the bottom.

None of that mattered right now.

The early fall air had a chill to it. My skin pebbled as I leaned over the point of the bow, hugging the ship’s busty figurehead. I seized the naked breasts carved of wood, my nipples rasping into its rough back. I wiggled my hips, juices trickling down my thighs.

Leather creaked. I watched over my shoulder as she took off her sword belt. Her chainmail loin cloth, held up by the wide belt, fell to the deck with a clatter, leaving her naked from the waist down, her pussy hidden by the shadows of her thighs.

I bet she was wet.

She slid her scabbard from the belt and set her sword down on the deck next to the large pouch containing four of the five pieces of the High King’s broken sword. She folded the belt in half and jerked it taunt. The two halves slapped together, cracking across the creaking deck.

I groaned and shivered, wiggling my ass.

This was going to hurt.

The belt hissed as it cut through the air. It cracked across my ass. I gasped as the pain exploded across both my butt-cheeks. I rose on my tiptoes, my nipples rasping against the carved wood. I gripped the figurehead’s breasts, my head arching back.

CRACK!

I didn’t fight the pain exploding across my ass. I embraced it. Tears fell down my cheeks while my pussy clenched. The pain was intense, burning with memory of the second strike. I wiggled my hips, back arching, needing the next one. Needing to be punished.

CRACK!

“Ow!” I screamed out, shaking, my hips wiggling. Juices trickled down my thighs as the searing pain burned into my pussy. My ass was on fire. The belt was so thick, the leather cracking against me inflicting such pain. It was far worse than her hand.

“You!” Angela hissed.

CRACK!

“Do!”

CRACK!

“Not!”

CRACK!

“Lie!”

CRACK!

“To!”

CRACK!

“Your!”

CRACK!

“Queen!”

CRACK!

The belts fell in such rapid succession, hardly giving me a chance to absorb the last burning pain before the next striped my ass. She spanked all across my bottom, striking near the top and down to where my ass swept into my thighs. My pussy clenched with each one. I cried out my pain, my nipples throbbing against the figurehead.

It was intense. I felt her anger. I had lied to her. She wanted to know what was wrong with me. Because she cared about me. Right? She had to care about me. She was spending her time whipping my disobedient ass.

CRACK!

“My queen!” I shouted the pain growing, swelling, overwhelming thought as I wiggled, my orgasm building in the depths of my pussy, churned by the pain her spanking belt inflicted. Every crack brought me closer and closer to the brink. Tears poured down my cheeks, each one a gift from Angela. “My queen!”

“Look at you! Trembling, wiggling that red ass. You want to cum, don’t you? You want to enjoy the discipline.”

“It hurts soooo much, my Queen!”

“Well you can’t cum,” she hissed. “This isn’t a reward!”

CRACK!

I bucked hard, the belt crashing into my asshole. My nipples rasped on the figurehead I swooned, the pain slamming sensations through my mind. My head looked up at the stars dancing overhead. Surf crashed, pounding the cliff like Angela spanked my ass: hard, passionate. I was the cliffs, my body slowly crumbling to my Queen’s surf.

The sensations boiled through me. I laughed and cried and moaned. Everything jumbled together. The blows merged into one constant stream of pain and rapture Ecstasy sent me higher and higher. I drifted in my own space, my own private Astral Realm inhabited by my pain.

Angela spoke, but I couldn’t understand her words. I tried to answer, to speak, but my mouth didn’t want to work. The world spun above me. The stars shone down just for me, twinkling so bright, humming while the pain faded and I drifted out of my world…

And back into sharp pain.

“Sophia,” Angela said, stroking my hair. I was on my back, my head pillowed on her lap. “My Sophia, are you okay?”

“What?” I asked, shaking.

“You were lost,” Angela said. “Out of it.”

“I was,” I smiled. “The pain took me to this wonderful place. Thank you, my Queen.” I winced as I squirmed. “Oh, Gods, that hurts.”

“I spanked you a little too hard,” Angela said, her face twisting.

I shook my head. “No, no you didn’t,” I purred. I didn’t care that my ass was a mass of burning agony. I embraced it, treasured it. She had to love me to give me that much pain. “Thank you, my Queen. You’re wonderful.”

Angela sighed in relief. “Good, good. You should heal yourself. I drew some blood.”

“No wonder I hurt,” I moaned, quivering. I didn’t want to heal myself.

She snagged a potion and shoved it into my hand. “Heal yourself, concubine.”

“Yes, my Queen,” I purred, bringing the milky healing potion to my lips. I downed it, savoring the creamy delight. I shuddered, a mini ripple of orgasmic delight washed through me, ending at the agony in my ass. The pain warmed, softened, melted away. The lethargy faded from my body. I moved, shifted, sitting up.

Dark cliffs rose around us. The ship sailed through the inlet I had been looking for. An hour or more must have passed.

“How long was I drifting?” I gasped.

“Awhile,” Angela said. “I kinda of drifted, too. Got lost in whipping your ass. I just…had to keep hurting you. I knew you needed it and… And I needed it, too. Your screams, your whimpers, they made me so wet.”

I turned my head, smelling her tangy pussy. “Oh, my Queen, let me attend to you.”

“Yes,” Angela said, leaning back, her thighs moving. She was still naked at the waist down save for her knee-high boots and metal greaves. She rested on her elbows, her large breasts rising and falling beneath her breast plate as I stared at her shaved pussy.

“Oh, you look in such need of your concubine’s ministration,” I purred, kneeling, breathing in her musk.

I loved that wonderful scent.

With a hungry snarl, I buried my lips into her snatch. I licked her so hard, my tongue sliding through her folds. She shuddered, her eyes widening, her hips shuddering, bucking against me, smearing her pussy lips across my hungry mouth.

My tongue licked and sucked, showing her how much I loved her. I had to keep proving it, keep reminding her in case she remembered Kevin. I couldn’t lose my queen. My hands gripped her thighs. I pressed my face into her snatch, licking, tonguing, devouring her.

She humped, shuddered, grinding on my mouth. She licked her lips, watching me as the ship creaked and sailors shouted, guiding the ship through the dangerous passage. I didn’t care about that.

My Queen needed to cum.

“That’s it, my delicious concubine,” moaned Angela. “Spanking you made me so hot and wet.”

“I have to fix that,” I moaned, lips covered in her juices.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted, licking her lips.

I buried my tongue deep into her pussy, swirling it around her tunnel. I caressed her sensitive walls, loving the texture, how wet and silky she was. She gasped, head leaning back as her hips humped against my licking mouth.

I read the signs of her body. I was a trained to please women, to understand their bodies. She was already excited, spanking me was foreplay. All she needed was the last bit to send her into spasming bliss.

And I gave it, my tongue washing across her sensitive pussy, my tongue stud a hard point caressing all the wonderful spots of her pussy. I licked all the places that made her gasp and shudder, her pussy lips clenching as the pleasure built in her, bringing her closer and closer to her explosion.

I flicked up to her clit, batting it with the tongue stud.

She bucked.