The Darkstone Desires: Part 3 of the Darkstone Saga

By Elizabeth Castille

After the coronation feast, Queen Imelda is escorted to the Spa by her eager ladies-in-waiting. What awaits her there is more delightful pleasure than she could dream of. Gentle touches, loving embraces, and feminine affection awaken new desires within the newly-crowned queen.

Following a tense council meeting, Edgar and Gareth find themselves alone. Seeing the seeds of Edgar's darkest side starting to emerge, Gareth beckons the demonic presence within his king. Dominated body and soul, Gareth finds himself in a binding predicament...through chains, tantalization, teasing, and pure erotic pleasure.

And he can't get enough of it.

Join Queen Imelda, King Edgar, and the Golden Vassal as they explore the darker sides of themselves, seeking release through complete abjection, carnal pleasure, and and the most sensual eroticism.

Part 3 of the Darkstone Saga, a dark fantasy erotica.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elizabeth Castille
• Release date: Jan 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215060100

Elizabeth Castille

Writer of erotica, dark fantasy erotica, and erotic romance. I usually write short stories or novelettes.

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The Darkstone Desires

Part Three of the Darkstone Saga

Elizabeth Castille

Copyright © 2022 Elizabeth Castille

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

Cover Illustration Copyright © 2022 Dean Castille

This story follows immediately after the events of The Darkstone Passion: Part 2 of the Darkstone Saga.

Undo me, sire.

Gareth

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Epigraph

In the Spa: Imelda

To the Bedroom: Edgar

The Gentlest Touch: Imelda

In Chains

Leaving the Spa: Imelda

Undone: Gareth

Supper on the Balcony: Imelda

Claiming Gareth: Edgar

Mastered: Gareth

Opened: Imelda

Truths: Edgar

Prophecy: Xalter

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In the Spa: Imelda

The ladies ran eagerly into the the room, the doors of which were guarded by men in full dress uniforms (blue, black, and white, like the Sigaellean flag). Through the passageway was a small entranceway with another door, this one much smaller and rounded at the top.

The room itself was pristine. Sleek wooden handrails were built into vast gray stones like slate, creating a full frame around the long rectangular room. The floor was wood, a welcome change from the rough stone and carpet you’d find elsewhere in Castle Darkstone. And the room was misty. Steam emitted from a three separate tubs, which lined the wall opposite the entrance. The handrails suddenly made sense. What didn’t make sense was the lack of partition. Besides the tubs, the only piece of furniture was a small table, low to to the ground and an absolute tripping hazard. Set in that table was a bed of rocks. They sizzled, glowing red as hot embers, and steam poured from them, as well.

The ladies each turned their backs to one another and started helping to unlace, unclasp, and unbuckle their dresses, their corsets, and their petticoats.

I stood in the doorway, my cheeks growing red from the heat of the steam.

Marcella and Ann were giggling. They were the first two to strip completely naked. They folded their clothes carefully and placed them over the handrails. Then Marcella turned and looked at me.

Her hair was still elegantly styled, though Ann was already pulling the pins and caul from her own updo. I looked her in the face, not quite certain of the etiquette of the room—would it be inappropriate to look at her naked body? I’d never been naked in a room with anyone before last night, and now I was in a room with five ladies, all in various stages of undress.

For the most part, they went about their own business. One of them fished a few bottles from a shelf under the table. Marcella, though, locked eyes with me and I could see no one else. They vanished into the mist.

She approached, her gaze steady, her hips giving an even sway with each step. You can look, you know, she said, her voice raspy under her breath. "I understand villagers are more modest than the rest of us, Your Grace, but you’re here now. There’s no need for modesty."

She took my hand—I kept it closed in a fist—and she placed it on her bare breast.

I looked at my hand for a moment. I was intensely aware that she was watching me. Her skin was so pale, the blue vein was prominent. Her nipple was hard; it pressed against the part of