The Shame Walk

Aelfric stood outside of the front of the prison. A crowd had gathered on either side of the street going all the way up to the palace, eager to see his humiliation. He had backed the entirely wrong horse in the battle for succession. Realising far too late the prince had been a mad monster and would never be a good king. He had been given one chance to save his life. To perform a shame walk, to march naked through the streets all the way to the feet of the throne and beg forgiveness from the queen.

He was wearing only a thin woolen tunic that would be stripped off him when his escort was ready to begin. He had been a general, tall and well built from years as a warrior. His long brown hair had been cut short, his blue eyes set into a handsome face that now had a scar running through his eyebrow from where he had been struck down and captured. He prepared himself, he was going to hold his head high while every peasant in the capital stared at his naked body. But he was not too proud to use this opportunity to save himself. He thought 'every maiden in the capital is about to see something memorable' and smirked internally.

The bells rang to signal they were to begin. His escort of guards stepped to his side and began to cut off his tunic. Ripping the rest of it off him. The crowd let out gasps as they saw him divested of his covering. While his muscles were impressive on their own, with his strong thighs, firm behind, defined stomach and chest with not an extra scrap of fat to be found. The crowd's attention was clearly on what hung between his legs. He had been thoroughly blessed and there were already some women in attendance whose faces implied they were having some less than pure thoughts about it.

He walked with his hands manacled behind his back, lest he resist or be tempted to cover his shame. He had to suppress his grin at that one, he had nothing to be ashamed with regards to his body. He kept walking, his cock bobbing as he stepped along the street, the cool breeze caressing his skin, hardening his nipples. He held in his amusement at the expressions on some of the men in the crowd. They had clearly been hoping he had something they could mock instead of what they saw. Anyone yelling 'is it cold today general?' would just look like an idiot. Instead he got many calls of 'traitor' 'treasoner' but that was the worst of it.

There was one pretty young woman who was throwing a sultry look at him while biting her lower lip. He gave her a saucy wink in return as he marched past. If he could get the queen to show him mercy, he wondered how many women were going to seek him out. Now it was common knowledge what he had. But he quickly buried the thought. As tantalising as that possibility was, becoming tumescent as he walked in full view of everyone would be embarrassing. But it would definitely show all these peasants exactly how much of a man he was. Each and every woman imagining it buried between her thighs.

Would they think of him as a commanding general on top of them or a bound prisoner beneath them. He enjoyed the fantasy either way, it had felt like eons since he last enjoyed the touch of a woman. Sunk himself into that warmth and wetness, pounding his hips until he felt them tighten, tremble and scream with joy. He slapped away that trail of thought again. Focusing on something less arousing, his thoughts of the queen.

She was a beauty, that could not be denied. With her raven hair and big eyes the colour of peridot, high cheekbones and full heart shaped lips. As striking as she was, she had demanded this punishment for him. To make him grovel, apologise and beg.

The imminent approach of the palace and knowing he had to prostrate himself before her was sobering. This wasn't going to be easy; she was going to make him squirm. She had more than enough motivation to do so.

With the hundreds of eyes still on him the palace came into view. Tension filling him, his muscles feeling tight. As he reached the palace steps the people watching changed from peasants to nobles and other people of influence. Most of them tittered as he walked past being led into the halls of the palace. Some had their gazes fixed on his cock, while others looked shocked. Their reactions helped to ease his tension, even if the queen wasn't happy with his apology. The day he was marched naked through the palace would be talked of for years to come.

He finally reached the throne room where the queen sat imperiously. Her eyes drinking him in with a smirk forming in the corner of her mouth. Her eyes widening a little as she saw what hung between his legs. He marched to the foot of her throne with a determined look on his face. Lowering himself to his knees before her, casting his eyes down as he began to plead for his life.

He spoke with his deep voice doing his best to sound contrite. "Your majesty, I present myself before you to plead for your mercy. I was led astray by your brother's false claims. I fully acknowledge them for the lies that they are. I beg that you spare my life and I will serve you dutifully, my sword will be yours."

She addressed the room, her tone rich and soothing. "Aelfric... how nice of you to present yourself before me, bare and concealing nothing." It got a chuckle from the crowd. "I appreciate your contrition. But you didn't just believe my brother's lies, you repeated them widely. It seems fitting you repeat them one last time whilst you formally denounce them in front of the audience gathered here today." She grinned imperiously.

He sighed, grimacing lightly before starting. "You lied about the king naming you heir and you forged his will. That is false, you are the true heir. You curried favour with the nobles who supported you by spreading your legs. A lie, they supported your claim because they knew the truth. You were plotting with a foreign nation to invade. A lie. You are in league with the devil, also a lie."

She smiled puckishly, cocking her head as he finished speaking. "Now that's not all of them, you need to go down the whole list of poison you helped spread."

He internally winced. "You take multiple men to bed each night because your appetite is insatiable. A foul lie. You suckle on the Devil's cock to gain the power to ensnare men's minds. A ridiculous lie." Heat was beginning to form on his cheeks as he repeated the lies in front of her. A bemused look on her face. "You dress like a man not to join in battles but to tempt men into homosexuality and sodomy. A disgusting lie. Your sex has teeth within it because you are an inhuman changeling. Again an absurd lie."

The crowd were openly laughing at him as he repeated back all the propaganda that had been spread to discredit her.

"I apologise to your majesty for knowingly spreading these blatant untruths. It was foul and unbecoming. I beg your forgiveness for besmirching your good name."

She seemed satisfied with his words. Then her expression became pensive. "You were given this chance to explain yourself for one reason only when all the other commanders of my brother's rebellion have been executed. Do you know why that is?"

"Because I killed the treasonous prince before the final battle." He answered, his eyes rising up to meet her gaze.

"Yes." She replied. "Why? You were sworn to him, spread his lies, followed him dutifully. What made you turn on him? Answer truthfully." She studied him intently.

He clenched his jaw. "I considered my oath voided when he lied to those who served him. He confessed to me while drunk that your father told him he had been passed over for the crown. His madness and cruelty were abundantly apparent with how he treated the men. Then on the morning of battle when your army outnumbered us six to one he refused to surrender when you offered. Preferring to lead all those men to slaughter. I chose to slaughter him instead and surrendered." He let out a weary sigh. "I chose the wrong monarch to serve your majesty. That will haunt me until the rest of my days... however long that is."

She pondered his words. Trying to come to a decision. "Everyone! Leave us!" She ordered.

All the nobles and members of the court filled out. The guards seemed to hesitate. She huffed, rolling her eyes. "He is naked and bound. Where could he possibly have a concealed weapon? Unless you think he's going to batter me to death with what hangs between his legs?" The guards were cowed and left the room. She looked at him speculatively. "What am I to do with you, Aelfric? How am I to trust you will serve me dutifully and honourably?"

He thought before giving his answer. "I can only give you an honest answer, the kind that you might not receive from everyone. Loyalty has its limits, there are those in your service who will pretend otherwise. But everyone will have a line they hesitate to cross. If it is for the good of the country and its people, I will follow your orders. So I swear to you if there is an order that I cannot fulfill because it will do more harm for the good of the people. I will tell you, not plot against you. As long as you put the good of the people above your own ego. I will obey you." He looked her directly in her eyes.

She formed her lips into a mischievous smirk. "If you truly do not believe those lies and promise to serve me dutifully. Then prove it, follow my order enthusiastically and without reservation."

"What would you ask of me, your majesty?"

"Give me a tender kiss. In the place you called defiled. Approach." She summoned him towards her with a gesture.

He shuffled forward on his knees towards her, pausing in front of her throne. She moved her hips towards the edge of the seat, lifted her skirts and exposed herself to his eyes. He grew excited at the folds in front of him and the triangle of dark hair above them, her scent intoxicating to his nose. He brushed his tongue against them, adding his lips into a passionate kiss like that given to a cherished lover. Her satisfaction was his salvation and he was keen to earn both. He explored her nether lips, slowly caressing them as she gave him her sighs.

He slowly made his way up, using his tongue to push back the hood covering her nub. He wrapped his lips around it, beginning to gently suck on it. She ran her hands through his hair as she started to moan. He sucked more voraciously, making slurping noises as he flicked his tongue over. Directing his eyes up to her, her face filled with bliss. She lightly rolled her hips against his face, eager to take the pleasure his mouth was giving her.

He kept up his efforts, his cock erect and throbbing. If he had hands free he would have been tempted to hold her legs apart and thrust between them. Whether he was her first or not he doubted she would ever have anyone know her as deeply. Regardless, he was going to make her come, he was desperate to. As her legs and hips started to tremble, so did her nub between his lips.

She let out moans with every other breath, her back arching. She finally let out a squeal of joy, clamping her thighs around his head as rapture surged through her. Gripping his hair as her body shuddered. When she came down she released his head from between her legs. He dragged his lips across the skin on her inner thigh before withdrawing. Kneeling before her.

"Are you satisfied, your majesty?" He directed the question to her panting form.

She gave him a smile before leaning forward and pulling down her skirt. She dragged her thumb across his lips still wet with her nectar. She purred her words. "Your life is spared, general. It now belongs to me..." She ran her hand down his chest over his stomach and wrapped her fingers around his cock making him gasp. "... and so does this. I assume you will serve me faithfully, Aelfric."

She moved her face closer to his.

"Yes, your majesty." He looked at her with barely contained lust.

She chuckled. "Don't worry, I don't have teeth down there." Giving him a wry smirk.

He gulped as she began to stroke her hand along his length.

"Of course not, it was an absurd lie."

She dragged her fingers to his tip, he took a sharp intake of breath as she flicked it before pulling her hand away. "Return to the foot of the steps." He shuffled back to his original position. "You may all re-enter!" She bellowed.

People filed back in, those who reached the back of the hall near the throne widened their eyes when they saw his hardness. Murmuring between themselves, meanwhile his tumescence refused to recede, his embarrassment at being seen seeming to spur it on.

She addressed the crowd. "I have granted Aelfric mercy in exchange for his service. Guards, unbind him and give him something to dress himself."

Two guards stepped forward, one unlocked the manacles while the other passed him a pair of trousers when his hands were freed. As he pulled them on he heard a few groans of disappointment from some of the noblewomen, he suppressed a chuckle.

"Find him quarters so he can freshen up and properly dress himself."

He was led through the room, his bare chest still admired by many as he walked past. He was directed to a set of rooms, more clothes were brought along with a washbowl, water and cloth. He wiped himself clean relishing the first proper wash he had had since his imprisonment. He didn't bother to redress, he just slid under the bed covers to sleep in an actual bed. Then allowed himself to doze.

He awoke when the covers were pulled away from him. The Queen stood at the foot of his bed wearing her bedclothes, smiling at him whilst looking at his naked body up and down.

"I guess that saves me having to order you to undress." She smirked.

He gave her a wry smile. "What is it you would ask of me, your majesty?"

"To be 'served' by what belongs to me." She gazed at his cock.

She shed her bed clothes standing naked before him. She had pert breasts leading to a small waist which flared out to wide hips. She crawled onto the bed towards him. As she drew closer to his face he grabbed her rolling on top and pinning her beneath him. Planting his lips upon hers and teasing his tongue between them. Her tongue caressed his, running her hands along his chest. He grazed his fingers up her thigh slipping between her legs to massage her sex.

She let out a moan in his mouth as his fingers found her nub. He broke off the kiss, she nibbled on his lower lip as they parted. He trailed his lips down her neck, across her chest until they found one of her pink nipples and clamped around it. Sucking on it sent tingles through her. He replaced his fingers on her nub with his thumb then sank his fingers inside her. Thrusting them into her, impatient to feel her wetten her around his fingers and truly be inside her.

He pulled his lips from one nipple grazing them across her skin until he found the other. She gave him gentle moans all the while, rolling her hips into his fingers. She brushed her hand through his hair whilst the other rubbed his shoulder. When he felt her insides become silky wet, his fingers making a squelching sound as they pumped in and out, his patience ran out. He withdrew them from her, nestling himself between her legs and teasing his tip against her folds.

He saw the desire and need on her face as she lay below him. He angled himself against her entrance and slowly sawed his hips into her. He never grew tired of that look that women wore as it dawned on them just how full he made them and she was no different. By the time his hips pressed against hers she was trembling.

He whispered in her ear. "Is it everything you imagined it to be, your majesty?"

She let out a groan in response. Planting his hands either side of her he slowly rocked his hips into her to start, giving her time to adjust and waiting until she rolled her hips in time with him. When she did, running her hands up his chest, he increased the pace of his hips. Her moans came out louder, holding her legs wider for him.

He snaked a hand down her stomach between her legs, teasing her clit in small circles. It caused her to tighten up and deliciously squeeze around him. It inspired him to thrust his hips harder as he lost himself in the sensation. The sheer joy of being inside her tight, wet sex was only surpassed by the knowledge that men would kill to trade places with him. To have the Queen beneath them pleasurably moaning.

Her face was filled with bliss, eyes half lidded while her lips were slightly parted to let out her pants and moans. His hips slapped into hers, her legs intertwined with his. Her arms clinging to his shoulders as he drove himself deep within her. He lowered himself to his elbow and she wrapped one arm around his back while the other trailed down to grasp his ass. He felt her hips and legs quivering.

As he felt her tense up beneath him, he planted his lips on hers once more to smother the scream she let out. Her back arched, toes curled, eyes rolled back as ecstasy surged through her shooting up her spine. Her insides crushed around him pulling him to his finish. A bolt of rapture rushed through him as his balls pulled up and gushed deep within. He groaned as he finished, ending his kiss with her but reluctant to withdraw while he savoured her wet and warmth.

She lay beneath him gazing into his eyes as they both caught their breath. When he felt himself soften he pulled out and collapsed next to her.

"Are you happy with my service, your majesty?" He asked, still huffing slightly with a grin on his face.

She rolled onto her side, stroking a hand across his chest, giving him a sultry look. "I was most satisfied. In future you will come to my bedchamber, when summoned."

He chuckled. "As you command, your majesty.

End