The magician crept through the open doorway into the great hall of the castle. His robes swirled around him as he tiptoed silently across the vast stone floor. He moved swiftly to the spiral staircase and made his way up, up, up until he reached the Queen’s chamber at the very pinnacle of the highest tower.

A quiet knock on the heavy wooden door let her know he was here for her, waiting just outside. The door creaked open ever so slightly and the Queen peered out at him. Immediately she grabbed his cloak and pulled him into the room with her, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Did anyone see you?” she asked him desperately.
“No, my love. I was discreet,” the magician reassured her.

And with that he grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to him, his beautiful Queen. His lips found hers in the passionate embrace of star- crossed lovers. Theirs was a forbidden affair, a love that would cost them both their lives if they were to be discovered. He held her in his arms for what seemed an eternity, his chin resting gently atop her flaxen head. He softly stroked her hair, soothing her. The Queen held tightly to him and lost herself in his grasp.

When they finally stepped back from each other, the Magician looked into the Queen’s eyes. He melted softly into their blue depths, feeling as though he were a tiny boat in the midst of a vast and endless sea. Her eyes seemed bottomless yet filled with the weight of the world. She was troubled and he was the cause. He cursed himself that he had led her into this situation. He had been selfish; he had had to have her. And he could sense her attraction to him was equal to his. But he should have been stronger, should have let her go on as she had been, a lovely Queen with not a care in the world.

The Magician brushed her hair back from her face and frowned as tears spilled down her soft cheek. He pulled her to him again, cursing himself once more for ever having caused her pain. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed where he laid her gently down. He lay down beside her, holding her close to him.

“I want us to be together, my love. I don’t want to have to sneak around like this…” her voice trailed off as more tears flooded from her eyes. She buried her face in the Magician’s shoulder.

“I know, dearest. I want that, too. But we mustn’t let anyone find out about us. You know what it would mean. Your husband, the King, is not the understanding sort.” The Magician grimaced as he imagined all the things the despotic king would have done to him if he knew the things he and the Queen were doing behind closed doors.

The Magician muffled the Queen’s sobs with his lips, trying to soothe away her pain with his mouth. He kissed her tenderly and as her body responded to him, more urgently. Her arms went around him, pulling him tighter to her and his kisses grew more demanding. His tongue ravished her mouth and his hands pillaged her body. He knew he was bruising her delicate lips but did not care. He knew she liked it that way. The Queen returned his kisses with her own ardor. She began to untie her dressing robe and reveal herself to him. Her breasts were large and plump, and her skin pink with warmth from the fire roaring across the room.

The magician could only stare at her beautiful form. He drank her in with his eyes as he began to remove his own robes. The queen took a sharp breath as she saw his naked body. He was quite muscular, his body a masterpiece of manhood. His member was already hardening from their passionate embrace. It was large and pink. The queen reached out to touch it. He leaned his head back in a sigh as her soft fingers wrapped around his silky appendage. She stroked him gently, loving the feel of him in her hand. She could feel herself flush pink as her sex became damp. She reached down with her other hand and teased herself while pleasuring the magician. He saw what she was doing and his throbbing flesh became even more engorged.

His eyes could not get enough of her as he watched her touching them both together. He felt a deep fount of need within himself as she massaged him. He wanted more than anything to please her, to give her release. He reached up and pulled the pins out of her hair, letting her golden locks fall in a cascade of silk across her full breasts. Her hair gently tickled her own bare skin and brought her shivers of delight. She smiled deliciously at the Magician as he brought his head down to hers.

He kissed her passionately, their lips meeting in a rich and sonorous embrace. The queen ceased her stroking when he pulled her to him, her body and his melting together in perfection as though they had been molded to fit only each other. Salty hot tears filled her eyes as they embraced, her thoughts consumed with only him. There was a bittersweetness to their affair that caused an ache in her heart. She wanted him, she wanted all of him, forever. She wanted more than anything to be his. Instead she had been married off to the King, a man she could never love. And he would never love her. He saw her as nothing more than an ornament. The Queen cried softly as the Magician mounted her. She could think only of how much she loved him, of all that he meant to her. The Magician stared deeply into her eyes, worshipping her with his gaze, as he entered her ever so gently. Her back arched as she received him, and she moaned with pleasure. She lifted her hips to meet him as he began slowly moving inside of her. He felt the scalding heat of her sex around him and almost cried out. She was so exquisite, his Queen. She was perfect.

The Magician leaned back on his knees and put his hands under her bottom. He thrust into her harder now, deeper. The Queen turned her head into the pillow to keep from crying out. She could feel him so deep inside of her she would have sworn he was touching her heart. His beautiful male body loomed over her as she watched him pumping in and out of her. She was writhing with pleasure and the Magician took satisfaction from knowing he was doing this to her. He was pleasing her. She moaned again and begged for more. He increased his speed, bringing himself back down on top of her. He wanted to be closer to her, wanted their bodies joined as much as possible.

He held her in his arms while he made love to her. She clung to him with increasing fervor. Her nails dug into his skin with a wicked pleasure-pain. He could tell she was close and he wanted more than anything to bring her to the edge. His gentle lovemaking became rougher and rougher as he fought to bring her to a climax. The Queen wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even farther into her sex. She felt herself begin to peak, and her canal tightened reflexively around her Magician’s member as she came. The explosion inside of her was intense and she screamed. The Magician, no longer holding himself back, poured himself into her with one final thrust.

He pulled back from her and pushed a wayward strand of hair off her sweaty brow. She was flushed and her face relaxed and happy for the first time that day. He stared at her, a look of defeat on his face. She looked as though she hadn’t a care in the world. But he knew that all it would take would be that one scream. The Queen’s smile faded as she searched his eyes. It took a moment before realization swept her features. She had been so caught up in the moment, so in love, that she had forgotten to be quiet. She had forgotten for that one instant what was at stake.

There was a pounding on her door, loud voices in the hall demanding entrance to her chamber.