The Monstrous Coupling (Monster Erotica): Part Ten of the Erotic Adventures of Heraklea by Roxie Noir Page A

match, but she’d have bet serious money that the two men were lovers and couldn’t have cared less about the wives. She was usually right about these sorts of things.
    The guard just stood there. Klea shaded her eyes against the sun and looked at him, shifting around uncomfortably where he stood. She could practically see words form in his brain and then dissipate over and over, as he tried to communicate the urgency he felt: the king had asked to see her. She couldn’t just say no.
    She laid back and lowered her hand, closing her eyes. She counted to ten, but when she opened them, the guard was still standing there, watching her nervously.
    “Just tell him I said I wasn’t coming,” she finally said to the poor man, who snapped to attention at the sound of her voice. “He’ll believe you.”
    The guard shifted a little more where he stood. Then he saluted her, looked confused for a moment because she wasn’t someone he was supposed to salute, seemed to panic, and marched off quickly. Klea sighed and wondered what the king would do for that bit of insubordination. The answer, she knew, was likely nothing.
    She settled back and watched the two young men act like they didn’t want to fuck. It was a diversion, at least.

    It was right after dinner when the second guard came.
    “The king wishes to see you now ,” he said, speaking to her in the hall of the palace, both of them surrounded by other fancy people who’d just eaten with her.
    “Well, I don’t wish to see the king,” Klea said in what she thought was a very reasonable tone. Immediately, the entire hall went quiet as everyone looked at her and then looked away. They all made a studied effort to act excruciatingly normal, but she could still tell that their ears were fully pricked up, just waiting on the next salacious detail.  
    “I’ve been authorized to tell you one more time,” the guard said, his whole body quivering with tension. Klea could tell that something serious was about to happen, from the way his hand twitched near his sword, to the way he kept looking around like he was watching the exits. Every eye in the place was turned to the two of them, him standing and her sitting, staring at each other.
    Klea picked up her wine goblet and took a sip, never breaking eye contact with the man. She put it back calmly and leaned back into her chair.
    “I’ve been authorized to tell you to fuck off,” she said.
    Immediately she was surrounded by three men who lifted her out of her chair by her elbows and threw her on the table, spilling wine and leftovers everywhere, nearly sticking her face in what was left of a giant roast. Two of them held her while a third bound her in chains from wrist to elbow, holding her down by the hair. Despite months of trying to seduce them, it was the most any of the guards had ever touched her.
    Klea liked it rough. She wasn’t afraid of them, and she didn’t mind them binding her like this. She’d even fantasized about it before. When they stood her up and marched her to the king’s chambers, she had wine spilled down half her dress and bits of food on one shoulder, her hair coming undone.
    They marched her in with no preamble, not bothering to knock. The king sat in a big chair, not quite a throne, though it was up on a platform. This was his private hall, the place where he heard complaints that he didn’t feel like sitting in the Great Hall for, but right now he was in full regalia: a thin gold crown, linens draped around him, gold rings on almost every finger, tall scepter in one hand, planted on the floor.
    “It wasn’t a request,” he said.
    Klea looked around for the belt. A few days ago she’d seduced the Amazon queen into giving her a particular gold belt at the king’s request—a belt he said was for a lady friend of his. To even her own surprise, Klea had been furious: she’d been fucking monsters and men at the king’s insistence, and while she didn’t mind, when he told her about his lady