The King's Warrior

A Blood Feud Had Ruled Her Lands For More Years Than Anyone Could Remember

And Allisun Murry, chieftain of her clan, would not rest until her murdered kin were avenged. Yet the sight of Hunter Carmichael as he rode from the midst of her enemies gave her pause. For the King's man had proven his bravery in the face of certain death, and captured her unsuspecting heart.

"Such a beautiful little princess you are," he murmured. "I'm sure I got the best of the three. Are you still a maiden, lovely one? Adrien said that he believed you are, but I find it very hard to believe."

When King Jeoffroi leads his army to war, he leaves his three daughters - Sidonie, Richelle, and Lisette - behind in the safety of his kingdom's strongest city under the care of his most trusted lieutenant. But strong walls and brave defenders are no match for treachery, and when a traitor lets the enemy inside the walls the city is sacked and the three princesses become spoils of war.

Princess Sidonie is claimed by Prince Jerzeg, the leader of the enemy host, to become a member of his harem. On the long voyage back to his capital she must learn that disobedience will not be tolerated, and that her only option is to obey the prince in all things. Innocent of the ways of men, she finds herself at the mercy of a prince whose carnal desires appall her - at least at first. How long can Sidonie defy the prince's will when her body is already longing to submit to his every desire?

9600 words. Includes excerpts from the Kelli Wolfe stories Claiming Princess Kailen, Cinderella - The Wicked Truth, My Brother's Desire, and Roommates with My Big Brother.

FOR ADULTS ONLY. This dark fantasy erotica contains domination, coercion, defloration, oral sex, and rough anal sex.

EXCERPT:

I whipped my head up and found myself staring into the red-rimmed eyes of my sister Richelle. She was naked and chained to the wall on the opposite side of the room. Her auburn hair hung in disheveled curls and a lurid bruise discolored one cheek.

"Are you all right?" I asked her.

She nodded slowly, but I could not get her to speak. She simply stared while tears rolled unregarded down her pale cheeks. I could not decide if she had actually been abused, or if she was only in shock from fright and shame. After a while I sank into my own dark reveries. We were beyond any hope of rescue, and undoubtedly destined for the same fate as Lisette. And when my father found out what had befallen us, it would kill him.

A while later I jerked my head up. Somehow I had fallen asleep, and the sound of the cabin door creaking open woke me as the human warrior with the gold circlet entered the cabin. Richelle stirred at the noise, and shrank back into a tiny ball against the wall when she saw him. Ignoring us both until he had lit half a dozen lamps, he snagged a chair with his booted foot and sat down in it with his arms folded across the back. He examined us both carefully, dark mockery playing in his eyes.

"Such pretty little playthings," he said.

"Who are you?" I managed to stammer out.

"I am Prince Jerzeg of Dakkur. The fine fleet and army that conquered your city belong to me. And now so do you."

"Please," I said, struggling to my knees. "Our father, King Jeoffroi, can ransom us. Only imagine the wealth that could be yours--he would ruin his entire kingdom to have us restored to him safely."

Jerzeg shrugged. "True. But I have no wish to lose my greatest prizes. How many human lords get to fuck the daughter of an elf king? You," he said, nodding towards Richelle, "are part of the loot claimed by our high priests. They may decide to sacrifice you. Or they may decide to do worse." He turned to me. "You are luckier, Sidonie. I have claimed you for myself."

In sudden fear I shuddered and drew back, but he merely laughed as he rose and walked over to me. A callused hand brushed softly against my cheek. "Such a beautiful little princess you are," he murmured. "I'm sure I got the best of the three. Are you still a maiden, lovely one? Adrien said that he believed you are, but I find it very hard to believe."

I forced myself not to flinch away from him. "No man has touched me."

"That is about to change." 

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