Happily Ever Before

Featuring the White Queen and Red Knight from Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking-Glass, And What Alice Found There, this erotic short story by Jaye Valentine incorporates Carrollian elements of nonsensical comparison and White Queen-specific time distortions, all wrapped up in a pretty, gender-bending package.

Special Content Alert: M/M

Excerpt:

If it pleases Your Majesty, the Red Knight said, pausing briefly from his ordained task, I should very much like for you to come in my mouth.

His beloved White Queen shuddered under his hands and he saw the smooth muscles of her belly coil tight, watching with a pleased sort of satisfaction as her balls hardened and drew close to her body.

I trust, the White Queen said, her breath a tad labored, eyes lidded heavily, oh, oh dear . . . my secret remains safe with you? Forgive me for always asking, my love, but surely if I am found out, my husband's good reputation would suffer ruin and I would be forever banished in shame. Sadly, I would have to kill you as a result. She smiled down her aristocratic nose at the Red Knight on his knees and hitched her ample white skirts up higher with one hand, caressing his face with the back of the other. Such a pity for me to be forced into laying waste your considerable charms and talents. Please suck a little harder, darling, and apply a scant bit more tongue.

You have my solemn pledge, Your Majesty. The Red Knight shoved the voluminous pile of bright white fabric-whalebone hoopskirt, multiple petticoats, the gorgeous beaded gown itself-higher up the White Queen's belly. Her big, stiff cock stood proudly upright, rising like an elegant church spire from a lovely thatch of well-trimmed white hair, the engorged crown still shiny-wet with his spit. The Red Knight gripped the erect organ at its base and swiped his tongue over the slit, collecting a precious, delicious dollop of her bubbling pre-ejaculate fluid. Ambrosia, nectar of the very gods. What motive would I have, Your Majesty? To betray you would forever deny me of this pleasure, and I am not wont to cut my face off to spite my nose.