Kiss of Iron 1

By Persephone Moore

Ambassador Lysandre Mayben knows the best way to quell difficult relations between her county, the Isle Kingdom, and the barbarians of the mountains: personal politics, which in her case means the promise of sex between her and King Dakron and her husband and the king’s slave. There is no part of her body or sexuality that Lysandre isn’t willing to let Dakron explore for the good of the Isle.

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This 30,000 word novella contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions. This story contains strong BDSM themes and situations not all readers will enjoy. All characters are 18 or older.

Originally published as a three-part series.

Excerpt:

“Is my body not enough for you?” she asked.

“Such an idea for a refined lady,” he commented.

“You’ll find the nobility of the Isle aren’t nearly as refined as we pretend to be.”

Dakron’s eyes went to Remmer. “If your husband wants to leave, I’ll understand. Few men want to see their wives defiled.”

“No. I want him here as witness to the agreement,” said Lysandre.

“You’ll not faint at the sight of another man’s having sex with your wife?”

Remmer sniffed. “Hardly. As my wife implied, Isle nobility is made of stern stuff.”

The king snorted. “We’ll see.” He turned to his slaves. “Leave us!” he commanded. The three girls scrambled to leave, but Lysandre caught Teo by the wrist. The slave seemed frightened.

“I’ll need her help,” she explained to Dakron.

“For what?”

“To undress me.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elliot Silvestri
• Release date: Apr 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370951406

Persephone Moore

Persephone Moore works a very dreary day job in the insurance industry. To make her life a little more exciting, she writes sexy stories at night. Sometimes those stories are based on reality, usually they’re not. She has red hair, green eyes, two cats, and everything else in her life is subject to change.

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Kiss of Iron 1

Persephone Moore

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Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy, but in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One – An Offer of Pussy

Chapter Two – A Wise Course of Action

Chapter Three – The Lure of Cock

About the Author

Chapter One

Ambassador Lysandre Mayben sat across the stone table from King Dakron Skander. In her eyes he wasn’t much of a king, but that was fine with Dakron because he didn’t consider her much of a woman, let alone an ambassador.

As was the custom of the Kingdom of the Isles, Lysandre wore the severe black dress of her station. The top of it circled her neck with a lace frill, the sleeves when all the way down her arms to her wrists. Over her hands she wore silk white gloves. Her skirt went down to her ankles which covered up her ankle boots. In the summer, even the lightest of the black dresses were stifling, but now it was winter and she was up in the mountains of free clans and she was grateful for every inch of cloth that kept her warm.

Unfortunately they were in the king’s mead hall with roaring fires. King Dakron was wearing nothing more than his leather boots, leather breeches and a leather belt that cross his bare chest from shoulder to waist. Usually it held a scabbard on his back that held his sword, but tonight it was purely decorative and Lysandre had trouble keeping her eyes off his muscular chest. Luckily there were many distractions in the mead hall for her eyes to wander to: the other half-naked men dressed in the