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Drawn and Cornered: The Queen's Runner, #4
Drawn and Cornered: The Queen's Runner, #4
Drawn and Cornered: The Queen's Runner, #4
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Drawn and Cornered: The Queen's Runner, #4

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Introducing a world of high adventure and dark secrets, where the days are filled with wonder and the nights are consumed by lust.

 

The enigmatic pirate Captain Vine has gone from captor to rescuer after saving Lorelei from the bandits that kidnapped her during their last foray onto land. And while the princess is grateful for her retrieval (and eagerly shows her gratitude in the usual way), this latest conflict forces her to confront some difficult questions about her lover's morality, or lack thereof, and the secrets that she's still hiding — secrets that Lorelei isn't sure she wants to know anymore.

 

When Amarante requests to be dropped off at a major trade city to rejoin her guild of mages, the group makes one last stop to fully resupply and to say goodbye to their companion. But even in a sprawling port town like Seagate, it can be hard to blend in and stay out of trouble — especially when the past refuses to stay buried and old faces best left forgotten finally catch up.

 

D.B. Francais brings you the fourth story in a series of erotic lesbian fantasy adventures, where worlds collide and love blossoms in many unexpected places.

 

READER ADVISORY: This story contains graphic sexual reference, mostly in the form of hot girl-on-girl action, including scenes of intricate ropework, exhibitionism, accidental voyeurism, bondage, domination, submission, seduction, role reversal, desperate fumbling in the dark, and many related things of a soft and nubile nature.

 

If the thought of two or more women getting steamy in various states of undress does not appeal to you, please direct your attentions elsewhere.

 

You have been warned.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 26, 2017
ISBN9798224723690
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    Drawn and Cornered - D.B. Francais

    Foreword From the Author

    This story was written purely as escapist fun and by no means attempts to sneak a hidden message or cause into the reader’s mind. While it is almost guaranteed that someone can find a moral somewhere to extract from this story, doing so is not advised.

    However, should the reader decide to go ahead and find one anyway, it is the sincere wish of the author that they at least pick one of the good ones and handle it lightly.

    Drawn and Cornered

    Captain, if I may... I squirm and tug experimentally at the many ropes holding me, but it only sends me swaying slightly in the warm sea breeze. "I still...I fail to see the utility in this practice.

    I like it, says my Captain with a pleased smile. Reminds me of when we first met. She finishes the knot she has been tying and gives the rope in her hand an experimental tug. My legs, already spread wide before me, obediently lift higher still in the air as a result, the ropes around my knees pulling them up to the level of my head. The rest of my body reclines further back as a result, more diagonal than vertical now; but the rope binding my arms to a peg in the mast above and behind me keeps me from shifting too far from my hanging pose just as it keeps my hands stuck uselessly behind my own head.

    I... I say, but am interrupted when my Captain gives my bare bottom a light push. For a moment I sway where the complex rope harness holds me, listing gently first to one side, then the other, but never straying too far from where I’m bound in this spot. Yes, I can see your point, I continue once I’m sure I’m not going anywhere, but I...I mean, it’s not like I would try and escape anymore, Captain, so...

    Captain Vine steps in between my spread and hoisted thighs and drapes her elbows over my hips, her hands clasped beneath her chin and her grinning face. Oh, I know, she says, gaze rolling down from my eyes and slowly over the rest of me laid out before her. It’s just fun. ‘Sides, I’m a sailor, right? Gotta practice my ropework, y’know.

    Her ample breasts, naked as my own, squish softly against the soft, taut skin between my thighs and groin. I’m not sure where the bulk of the heat I’m feeling comes from, her body or my own, but I definitely feel it. The modest weight of her upper body pressed against my legs pushes me down somewhat against my bindings, making the rope bite just a bit deeper into my skin. It hurts a bit, but if I say as much, she’ll step back away from me — and if the familiar tightening sensation deep in my core is any indication, distance is the last thing I want from her right now.

    You do not, I say instead. The ropes are not required to sail this ship. Nor are the sails, for that matter.

    Yeah, but they help, my Captain replies, and reaches out to trace one fingertip idly around my navel. And what if the magic runs out one day, eh? Then I’ll actually need to know what I’m doing. I’d probably make an embarrassingly pitiful sailor on a normal ship right now, y’know. Her finger heads upward, slowly drawing a line up the middle of me until it stops in the center of my chest. Can’t have that.

    I swallow, attention affixed to that finger. And do you truly learn anything worthwhile during exercises like this, Captain? I ask.

    I learn that I never want to have to deal with a normal ship, for one, she says, and her finger begins its slow descent back down my body toward my stomach. And I learn how far you’ll go to indulge my sordid whims while pretending you don’t share them. Her fingertip skips over my navel this time and keeps going down, further down, to trace slow circles around a different spot entirely. Pretty far, turns out, she adds with a smoldering smile.

    I bite my lip against the involuntary sounds I’m trying to make, breathe through my nose to keep it from coming out as panting or a gasp. I cannot, however, stop the small tremors that her touch sends through me, and so my legs and hips twitch against my bindings, though the ropes keep me still. What— I try to say, and betray myself with a sharp, hitched breath as she presses harder at her task. What choice do — do I h-have...?

    Oh, am I imposing? she asks in mock surprise, her finger stilling against me. If that’s how you feel, I can stop.

    No, I say, perhaps too quickly. Flushing, I try to focus on the clouds above me, orange and darkening to red in the setting sun, rather than look at her smug face. You’ve...you’ve already taken my time and mobility from me—

    And your clothes, she adds, self-satisfied.

    Correct, I say, reddening deeper. So it would...reflect worse on you now if you wasted my...gracious hospitality by not finishing what you started. Curse her effect on me, but even without her soft caressing, she makes it hard to think or speak when she gets me like this.

    What’s all that, princess? my Captain asks, prodding harder at the small nub beneath her finger without actually rubbing further. Sorry, regal-speak’s hard to follow for me sometimes. Mind simplifying that?

    Despite my clouded thoughts, I understand what she is getting at. I shut my eyes and turn my head away toward the sea. You know what I— I begin, but stop as she begins to pull away from me.

    She pauses when I pause. What’s that, Lei? she asks again, and I swear her smirking is audible.

    I swallow, my face slowly burning. I...I want... I take a deep breath. Just putting it into words shouldn’t be so hard, should it? I want you to...continue, please.

    Continue what? she asks without missing a beat. I’ve been fairly busy today already, princess. You’ll hafta be more specific. What do you want, again?

    Gods below, is this really what I’ve come to? Have I no dignity left? No, I realize, not in this particular moment, I don’t. I want you to...to keep touching me, I finally force out.

    She steps back to where she was, body pressed between my thighs again. Where? she purrs.

    You know where, I groan.

    No, she says, then brings her hand across my bottom from underneath with a hard smack. I yelp as I’m sent swaying slightly once more. Say it, she commands, voice low and husky, fingers gently kneading my soft, pliant flesh in the spot where she’s doubtless left her palm print emblazoned in bright pink.

    My...my slit, I say, and it feels like all of my blood is in my cheeks as I say it. My pussy, I add — her word for it, but saying it aloud myself feels taboo, somehow. All over. Everywhere. Please, Captain. I’m rambling now, and I realize I sound pathetic in my begging, but at least in this one moment, I cannot care. Use my body as you see fit. I don’t care what you do to me. Just please...do it now...

    Mmmm... I feel her shiver against me, sending me quivering once more. My eyes slip closed, an impatient sound that’s half moan and half whine escaping my lips, as I feel a surge of pure desire wash over me like a hot and thrumming tide.

    Her fae aura. That bewitching natural magic of hers that’s only gotten stronger since Waterglade. She claims she cannot fully control it, but she’s willfully boosting it now, I just know. It emanates out from her and over and through my body as if she were pouring her own raw lust into me — because that is basically what it is.

    That’s cheating, I whine, and soon I’m panting as well, my whole body breaking out in a light sweat as the heat within me seeks a way out.

    Shut up, no it’s not, she says, then leans down and kisses me where my stomach meets my chest. I gasp and buck against her lips involuntarily. I have to practice this too, y’know, she continues, her lips brushing my skin with each word and driving me crazy.

    My bonds, my inability to touch her in return or pull her closer, pull myself to her, anything to alleviate this urgent boiling need, it’s torture. And I hate it. And strangely, I seem to love it, too. Something must truly be wrong with me, for I can make no sense of my desires anymore. I do not know why the sensation of being so powerless before her whims excites me so.

    Perhaps because no one else I’ve ever known back home would dare treat me this way? Being a princess makes me untouchable, but Captain Vine has never cared or

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