Author's Note: This story is dedicated to all those times I wished (or you) that there was more focus on sex in an erotic story. Hopefully I didn't set the bar too high with that comment, but I also want to warn story-driven lovers that this chapter is much more sex-driven. It's back in the "Loving Wives" category because it's basically all about adultery (and yes I know, that's not a loving wife, and I still wish there were separate categories for the genre). Thank you SO much for the votes, but more importantly the comments. I promise that I read all of them and they are what help inspire me the most. I may be pausing this story for a bit, perhaps to work on another series. We'll see, but I hope you enjoy the chapter. ~ SE
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The walk back from the village of Edge Landing started off silent. After the events in the tavern, Elena half expected Harry to grope her all the way back home, but instead the chubbier old man left her to her own thoughts, content to keep her on her toes and never know what to expect from him.
Inside her mind, however, was anything but quiet. Elena cursed old Harry Jones mentally, beyond disgusted at how the situation had unfolded with him and the perverted farmers. She also was annoyed with herself for being deceived into such a perverted encounter and not heeding both Harry and Walter's warnings earlier in the day.
More than anything, though, the breathtaking 23 year old Queen felt both ashamed and mystified that she had gotten wet from being spanked, bare-bottomed, in front of three complete strangers.
'What was I thinking? How ... how is that even possible?'
she asked herself, frustrated that her body could betray her at the most humiliating moment of her life. An assortment of mixed emotions coursed through her, trying to rationalize how it could even happen, finally telling herself that it was her lack of sex-life combined with the sensitivity of her curvy body that were the main culprits. That, and the sudden unexpectedness of being touched so lewdly.
Elena shook her head, not feeling that the explanation sufficed, and feeling even more pent-up guilt at her embarrassing response. In many ways, she felt like she was somehow cheating on Erik, despite being forced into the situation, and that if only she hadn't been wet then she could have dealt with her emotions on a much more even keel. She glanced over with a scowl at Harry as they walked, feeling that it was all
his
fault in the first place.
"I'm sorry how things went down back there," he said, finally breaking the silence, and the touch barrier by putting his hand over her shoulder. Elena was surprised to hear his apology, but it didn't alter her mood at the moment.
"No, you're not. And don't touch me," she said icily, brushing his hand off and taking a quicker step forward to walk in front of him, "you tricked me."
"Tricked? I think ya mean I warned ya exactly what would happen, and ya blew me off Queeny."
"I didn't blow you off ... I just didn't believe you."
"Rubbish. Ya acted like I didn't have the first dang clue of what life was like in my own town," he said. She frowned, knowing that much was true.
"Well, either way things could have been different from how they happened," Elena continued, clearly unhappy with how he handled the situation.
"I'll say! Could have gotten ugly. Ya should be thankin' ol' Harry," he grinned, turning the conversation back at her.
"Thanking you? Thanking ... YOU?" she scoffed, snapping her head towards him as her long, wavy black hair whipped around and over her far shoulder, baring the delightful bare skin over her clavicle.
"Darn tootin'! Whattaya think would have happened had Harry Jones - the one and only hero - not come to your rescue, eh?" he exclaimed, enjoying the banter. Elena turned her head away from him, and kept walking as they resumed the same pace together now.
"Honestly, what do ya think they would have tried to do?" his tone slightly softer now as he prodded her, wanting her to admit the truth.
She paused, but finally said, "Probably tried to rape me."
"Not probably. WOULD have raped you," he said, letting that sink in. "Lickity-split they would have stuff every pretty hole of yers and there's not a cotton-pickin' chance it woulda happened any other way."
"Uggghh, you're so vulgar. I don't want to talk about it anymore," Elena said, the tendons on her feminine slender neck flaring as the gorgeous brunette Queen was forced to relive the moment.
"Ya think Pete would have saved you? Those three are amongst his best customers. Boulderdash if you think differently."
"Well, you didn't have to spank me! You're a foul lecher," she blurted out, needing the insult to help make herself feel a little bit better, though certainly not feeling 'regal' and Queenly as she resorted to it.
"I never claimed to be a saint," he chuckled as Elena gave him a disappointed look. "Well, at least someone thanked me," he winked.
"Who? No one thanked you," she said, her voice dripping with annoyance.
"Yer pussy did," he said matter-of-factly.
Her eyes went wide, and she slapped his face suddenly, "Harry Jones! You're talking to the Queen of Synia!" she said, as if he hadn't already made her say much worse things back at the tavern.
"And I'm telling the Queen of Synia, that her tender little tight pussy gave my chubby finger a nice little wet kiss!" he said, ignoring the quick slap and laughing as his belly rolled. "Glad one of ya is romantic," he added, laughing harder at his own joke.
Elena's face had returned her bright red hue as the dirty old man brought up the one subject matter that embarrassed her the most. A tear formed in her eye. "You're such a pig!" she exclaimed, but her voice dropped lower, along with her head, as she tried to explain, "Don't make anything of it. That was ... that was ... I didn't like it at all. I don't know how that even happened" was all she could muster.
Rather than rub it in any more like she assumed he would, Harry instead gave her a sympathetic glance and shrugged, "Bah. Don't ya worry about it, I just wanted to show those boys my finger to make Jenkins and that weird Josh whippersnapper cum so we could get the hell out of there. Every now and then I use the old bean to cook up some Cockamamie scheme that somehow works."
Elena gave him a surprising look, relieved he wasn't digging into her further, and giving a little snort at his word choice. "Yeah, he was weird," was all she offered, still annoyed but at least pleased to change the direction of the conversation away from how her body had reacted.
"Probably was the first time the poor chap has seen a nipple," he said playfully. "Surprised he lasted that long. Shoulda called him 'Jizzing Josh," he winked again.
Elena couldn't help but roll her eyes and chuckle a little, though instantly regretting it. "Don't make me laugh."
"Why? Your face looks so pretty when ya do," he said genuinely.
"Or give me nice compliments."
"That kinda removes a lot of options to talk to ya, Yer Highness," he said with a returned chuckle. Despite feeling a little more light-hearted with the most recent exchange, a dark look crossed back over Elena's face.
"Well good, because you still want to rape me."
"Blimey. Ya don't have the foggiest, Yer Majesty," he said, shaking his head as he scratched the back of his neck. "Last thing I want is to force ya."
"So are you saying we won't have sex?" she asked, her eyebrows raised as they walked, drawing a bit closer to his house.
"I didn't say that. I said I don't want to force ya. I do, however, hold people to their promises," he said with a sly grin. Elena was about to respond when Harry cut her off, "But this was the only way I could be with ya. Heaven knows an old codger like me would never have a chance with a majestic creature like yerself. I swear you're the most beautiful woman I'll ever seen in all of tarnation." His sweet words sounded so unusual coming from the mouth that could be so foul.
"I said no compliments," she said, holding her ground though and not wanting to let the feeling of her beauty being appreciated take root in her brain. "So you admit you tricked me?" she questioned.
Harry shrugged again, "I gave ya a warning. I would have let ya stay cooped up in my house for a month and not forced myself on ya, but instead I gave ya a choice and let you decide your fate," he said casually, though it was obvious it was a plan he had formulated for awhile. "Sure, it's a little tawdry and I'm a bit of a soddy rascal for givin' ya a choice of me or the farmers, but I ain't regretting it."
Elena sighed at the realization he wouldn't let her out of the 'deal,' "Well at least we can agree you are a bastard," she said truthfully.
