Free Conquering the Queen by Ava Sinclair

Ravenscroft for Xander, and he wondered if he’d made a mistake in sleeping nightly in her bed or going out with her on a bright morning. Being with her felt the same as it once did. She was submitting now easily and freely. He knew she still bristled at the circumstances of her confinement, but also that she recognized with grace and a spirit of sacrifice why her situation had to play out.
    What he could not see was a solution, not with the complication of his overbearing father whose political ties were important to Xander’s nascent reign. He longed to marry Avin, but could not tell her. At least not yet. He looked over. The warm spring wind was lifting her hair as she rode. The sun would be good for her. She was still too pale, and Xander decided that he’d expand her freedoms to strolls in the castle garden or carefully guarded rides. If his father protested, he would remind him again who was king.
    “This grove of trees is where I gather herbs,” she said, guiding her horse to the edge of a path. Xander was pleased when she asked for permission to dismount, which he granted.
    “Still about your wise woman ways?” he joked, and she looked back at him and smiled.
    “My subjects—my former subjects—may be simple, but this has always been their way and mine, too.” She knelt at the food of a massive oak. “Do you remember this one?” She pointed at a plant with rough-edged triple leaves.
    Xander studied it. “Rue?” he asked.
    “Close.” She plucked it. “It’s a type of wort. It lifts the mood.”
    “I remember this one.” To the left was a patch of nettles. Xander pointed to it. “Do you?”
    Avin flushed prettily. He was pointing to nettle, the ingredient in the cream he used to punish her bottom.
    “Displease the king and he may order you to make your own ointment, and then use it on you.”
    “I will endeavor to please him, then,” Avin said quietly.
    Xander walked over and picked her up. “You do please me,” he said, and laid her down on a bed of moss under the tree.
    “My king…”
    “No one will disturb us here,” he said. “No one will see us save for the birds in the trees, and who can they tell?”
    “Do you remember when you took my virginity?” she asked.
    He stretched out on her, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
    “How can I forget the first sweet surrender?”
    “Do you remember when you took the second?” she asked.
    He swallowed hard. He did. It was less than a fortnight before they were supposed to be married. They’d planned to wait, but the trainers he’d used to stretch her bottom had readied her earlier than either expected.
    “Yes.”
    She took her face in his hands.
    “Again?” she asked.
    He looked down at her. “I’ve not stretched you. It may hurt.”
    “I don’t care.” Her tone was urgent. “I want to feel the hurt. I want to feel everything that was lost.” Her eyes searched his. “Please don’t deny me, my king.”
    How could he? Especially when she pushed him back and turned, rising up on her knees and hiking up the hem of her gown? She was bare underneath, just as he’d ordered, and when she bent over he could see that the soft fullness was returning to her hips, which were nicely rounded. The marks from the stripes had faded to a pink slightly lighter than the pink of the labia he now glanced between her parted legs. He reached down, fingering the slick petals of her pussy, trailing the glistening arousal up between her parted cheeks to rim the tight crinkle of her bottom hole.
    His cock nudged uncomfortably against the panel of his breeches as he remembered how tight her bottom was the first time he’d taken her. She’d still be tight there, just as her pussy was still tight around his cock. Xander pushed his breeches down, freeing a cock that strained toward her like a divining rod.
    She’d been hesitant the first time he’d taken her there. Now she pushed back against a cock lubricated by her own arousal as it