The King's Virgin

✍ Scribed by Hunter, Adriana

• Book ID: 109074938
• Publisher: Wet Ink Publishing
• Year: 2013
• Tongue: English
• Weight: 152 KB
• Category: Fiction

✦ Synopsis

In the realm of Margon, protesting against the King is considered high treason, and many who have spoke out against the rules of the land have been punished with the ultimate penalty of all - their lives.

So when the secret letters of a young maiden that detail the King's abuse of wealth and power are intercepted, she is brought to Court to receive her due punishment.

But when the King lays eyes on the young girl, he decides a fate far different than those before her. With his offer, she can repent for her sins against him and demonstrate her true loyalty to the King with not her life, but her flesh.

Content Warning: This is a fantasy erotic tale, featuring explicit sexual content and graphic language. For adults only.

Review

"Adriana Hunter knows how to tell a story. The King's Virgin is a deliciously naughty historical erotica with plenty of romance. Absolutely fell in love with Lyon and Cordova and with Miss Hunter as well!" - Sarah Wilkes

From the Inside Flap

Lyon groaned at the feel of Cordova's warm center rubbing along the length of his shaft--the pleasure was incredible, and he hadn't even removed his clothes yet. How much more pleasurable would it be to rub himself against her bare flesh? To sink his shaft deep inside her?
Impatient, he pulled back and yanked at the buttons of his doublet. In short order it joined the chemise on the floor along with the linen shirt he wore underneath. Cordova caught her breath as she watched him stand--his chest muscles rippled in the candlelight, dusted lightly with curls the same color as the hair atop his head. He kicked off his boots, and then tore off his hose, freeing his shaft, and she gasped.
Lyon chuckled at the shock in his new mistress's eyes. "Have you never seen one before?" he asked, boldly curling his fingers around the hard length.
Cordova gulped as her pulse kicked up a notch--she should have found such an action lewd, but instead she wanted to knock his hand aside and replace it with her fingers. "I... you're just so large."
"Don't worry," Lyon assured her as he returned to the bed. "I will fit." Crouching before her, he slid his hands underneath the backs of her thighs and drew her knees up before spreading her legs. "Beautiful," he murmured again, staring at the glistening pink folds between her legs, crowned with a thatch of silky black curls. He ran his fingers through them, then down her nether lips, coating them in her moisture. She was wet already, so wet.
Cordova whimpered, arching her hips against his hand. With each brush of his fingers, pleasure stabbed, and she wanted more of it. His fingers tunneled through her folds, and she cried out as he hit a spot that sent arcs of pleasure shooting through her.