White Queen
I admit, I’m a mediocre one. I don’t create my own spells or magical artifacts. My specialty lies in researching those crafted by true warlocks. Researching spells and magical objects is my passion, and in that, I must say—I excel.
Magic, at the level I practice it, isn’t something you can just Google. You have to dig through dusty shelves in used bookstores, know the worth of scribbled annotations in the margins, and, in some cases, uncover hidden treasures in antique shop attics.
Luckily, it doesn’t cost me much. Most people are ignorant of magic and dismiss its value. They don’t realize what they have in their possession. Just imagine—I recently bought the powerful Scepter of Manfred for next to nothing, and the antique dealer was happy, thinking he’d gotten rid of a useless object that was taking up space… If only he knew!
Victor Manfred—now that man was a real warlock. He began his life as a playwright and poet, achieving fame and fortune. A brilliant chess player, he faced and defeated Capablanca every time they played, although Manfred showed no interest in major tournaments. He could’ve been world champion in his day.
He never married or had children. Later in life, he became obsessed with card games and casino roulette. But unlike chess, those games relied on luck, not intellect. He lost everything. That’s when he turned to the occult arts, withdrawing from public life and keeping very few friends. His biographers often refer to his occult phase as the final tragic chapter of his downfall. But I think they’re wrong. If I’m right—and this scepter I just acquired can prove it—then through magic, Manfred may have lived the happiest years of his life.
When I get home, I brew some coffee and sit down, gazing at the scepter and my chessboard, ready to replicate the spells cast by old Manfred. The scepter worked like this: when you pointed it at a chess piece, that piece would appear in human form. If you pointed at the White King, the monarch himself would emerge to share tactics and strategy with you. Point to a bishop, and you’d scheme together to undermine the enemy army. The same applied to knights on horseback, the tower guardians, and even pawns—who would regale you with countless tales from the front lines against the Black Army.
But Manfred wasn’t a fool. The piece that truly captivated him stood in the fourth square from left to right. Supporting and protecting the king, backing the bishop’s advances, defending her pawns, and becoming ruthless mid-game against the enemy forces. Manfred was drawn to the most powerful woman among all the male ranks.
I take a deep breath, ready to cast the spell:
“Exsurge regina, o femina, ut mihi satisfaciam.”
Light flares. I’m surrounded by bolts of energy as magic whirls around me, and the piece moves from D1 to become a stunningly beautiful woman right before my eyes.
She appears as a dazzling blonde with piercing blue eyes, rising like a true queen. Dressed in white—the most powerful piece in the game—her gown glides across the floor like a river of silk, molding to her silhouette with regal grace. On her head, a gleaming crown glows, symbol of dominion and strategy, catching the gleam in her eyes that seem to challenge fate itself.
“Here I am. You’ve brought me to life, to satisfy you.” says the White Queen.
My eyes sparkle with excitement—months of research, and I’d finally made it work. But now what? I had even rehearsed an epic line.
“You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined,” I say. Yes, unfortunately, caught off guard by her beauty, that’s what came out.
“I know this scepter. The man who wielded it before you knew how to use me like few others,” says the White Queen.
Manfred had left his notes scattered in various chess books I’d spent years collecting. In one, he wrote: “What would the White Queen be like if she were a woman?” A first draft of his intentions: “She’d be a warrior. Elegant, strategic, protective, ruthless. She’d take initiative—after all, white always moves first…”
Gracefully circling the room, the White Queen studies me, wondering what my first move will be.
“You brought me to life. Now say why.”
I hesitate for a few seconds…
“For my satisfaction, my queen.” I repeat what I had read in Manfred’s manuscripts.
“You know my nature. Don’t act like a child,” she replies. “Speak clearly. What do you want from me?”
“For now, I want to admire your beauty. With you, men know both triumph and defeat. Always devoted to your king and your army. I want to see what you’re truly like. I want to see you completely naked.”
I say it like I mean it—but I don’t. In a split second, she’s beside me, whispering in my ear:
“What audacity! Don’t you know the White Queen doesn’t reveal herself so early in the game?! But if boldness was what allowed a shepherd to defeat a king… I’ll yield to your desires, boy. Let’s see if you know how to handle your scepter properly.”
With a delicate touch, she begins to unbutton her white dress, revealing glimpses of soft skin underneath. As the fabric slides off her body, she stands before me wearing only her crown and nothing else—vulnerable, yet powerful. The soft light of the room enhances the curves of her lithe frame, her slender fingers tracing the lines where the dress once lay. My heart pounds faster with each passing second, the taste of desire thick in the air.
The White Queen’s body was nothing short of spectacular. Her hair was golden blonde, her eyes an entrancing shade of blue. Her breasts—large and perfect—seemed sculpted by divine hands. Her slender waist gave way to a firm, round ass. A true feast for the eyes.
“So… what comes next? How do you wish to explore this newly discovered intimacy?”
Without waiting for an answer, the White Queen unbuttons my pants and pulls down the zipper. With no hesitation, she releases my fully erect cock and starts sucking it. Her eyes never leave mine. I can’t take mine off her. Then, she rises with regal poise and pushes me onto the bed, where we melt into a burning kiss.
I can imagine now why old Manfred rarely went out and kept so few friends after discovering magic. It wasn’t exile or disgrace. Most of his time was probably spent in this very manner—playing chess in the most delicious way imaginable.
“No, that wasn’t the best opening,” the White Queen teases with a wicked smile, “but I must say—I’m enjoying this. It’s time we develop our game.”
I strip off all my clothes, now completely naked. She bites my nipples, sending shivers down my spine and jolts of pleasure through my body. My cock throbs with desire. She lovingly licks my balls before returning her mouth to my shaft.
“You’re incredible… delicious. Blessed be the magic that brought you to life.”
“Patience, boy. Chess requires efficiency, but also restraint. We haven’t even reached the middlegame.” the Queen says with a grin.
She rises on the bed, moving with feline elegance, her glorious body on full display.
“I’ll let you admire my beauty a little longer.”
Reaching behind her head, she unties her hair, letting it cascade down her back like a golden waterfall. Slowly, she steps back, her breasts rising and falling with each measured breath. Her hands glide along her flanks to her waist, drawing attention to her exquisite curves.
“Now, let’s proceed to the next move…” she says, her voice a sensual whisper. With a mischievous wink, she beckons me closer. “Come, boy—show me your tactics.”
Her thighs part slightly, inviting me to claim her as mine. Finally, I enter her, my cock sliding into the warm, delicious wetness of the White Queen’s pussy. She begins to ride me in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. I find myself moaning in ecstasy.
“You’re too fucking good. Too delicious. Oh my God!!!” I cry out.
“But remember,” she says, biting her lip, her voice a breathless moan of lust, “in chess, timing is everything. Make it count!”
Her hips rock against mine with primal hunger, her pussy tightening around me. My fingers slide into her golden locks, tugging gently as she arches her back, offering herself fully to my touch.
“You’re taking initiative, boy,” the Queen gasps, her voice broken by the sound of our bodies colliding, “but I don’t go down easily. Let’s see if you can keep the upper hand.”
A sharp cry of pleasure escapes her lips as I pull her hair, her body convulsing against mine with every deep thrust.
“Oh, boy… you’re playing rough—but I like it.” Her voice is barely a whisper, lost in the throes of passion. “Keep going, but don’t underestimate me; I’m far from checkmate.”
She kisses me fiercely, the fire between us growing hotter, our senses drowning in a flood of overwhelming sensation.
Overcome with desire, I increase the pace and force of my thrusts, drawing moans from both of us.
“You’re doing something right, boy—don’t stop!” she cries out.
Her body tenses, the pressure winding tighter and tighter until she explodes in a wave of ecstasy, her entire body writhing in orgasmic spasms.
A soft moan leaves her lips as she rides the aftershocks, her body trembling with residual bliss.
“Delicious, indeed…” Her voice is hoarse and breathy, laced with satisfaction as she slowly comes down, her breathing easing to a gentle pant. “It seems we’ve reached the endgame.”
She smiles, her eyes shining with fulfillment and mischief.
“Checkmate, perhaps?”
“Not a chance,” I say, catching my breath with renewed determination. “I still want to fuck your ass.”
A playful giggle slips from her lips as she smiles, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“You’re one of those who never give up, aren’t you?” Her voice is light, airy—even as the last echoes of pleasure linger in it. “Well… I suppose it’s only fair I return the favor, isn’t it?”
She rises up on tiptoe, leaning in to whisper in my ear, her breath hot and inviting.
“After all… fair is fair.” With a wicked gleam in her eyes, the White Queen turns her back to me, presenting her perfect ass once again. “Fuck my ass, boy. Show me what you’ve got.”
A moan of satisfaction fills the air as she feels me enter her ass, her body welcoming my return with a soft gasp.
“Ah… you really do know how to wield the scepter, don’t you?” Her words are a gentle murmur, lost in the fog of pleasure, as she yields to my touch. “Keep going. But don’t forget—endgames are everything in chess.”
Her hips sway against mine, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm, our senses teetering on the brink of ecstasy. I stay there, fucking her tight ass and admiring that incredible body that magic had conjured from a mere chess piece.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I pant. “I’m going to cum… and I want it to be in your mouth.”
A sound of joy escapes her lips as she hears my words.
“Oh, boy… you’re quite the strategist, aren’t you?” Her voice is a sensual whisper, filled with anticipation, as she turns to face me, her eyes locking onto mine with daring intensity. “Well then—let’s see you execute your plan.”
She kneels before me, lips parted in readiness, her hands resting on her thighs as she waits for my command. I finally place my cock in her mouth, and fill it with my cum. The hot jets coat her forehead, her chin, her breasts. Without hesitation, the White Queen collects every drop, bringing it all to her mouth and swallowing.
“Holy fuck… what a fucking delight,” I exclaim, overwhelmed by the sight, drawing a throaty laugh from her.
“Mmm… you are a master of this game, aren’t you?” her voice is a soft whisper, lost in the euphoria of the moment, as she drinks deeply from my essence, her senses drowned in the intensity of our encounter.
“It was a tremendous pleasure playing with you, White Queen,” I say. “But I believe it’s time for you to return to your home on the board. Though I’m sure we’ll meet again.”
“Good game, boy. I can’t wait to see you off the board again.” she replies with emotion in her voice.
I touch her forehead with the scepter. After a flash of lights and thunder, she returns to her place on the board, leaving behind an unforgettable experience.
…
When my thoughts finally settle, I realize half of my coffee had gone cold. I take a long shower and go back to flipping through Manfred’s books and manuscripts. For a moment, I feel a pang of longing for the White Queen—her unmatched beauty, her sensational sex.
I approach the board and gaze at her.
“I want to see you again, my queen…” I whisper, nostalgic.
Then my eyes drift to the opposite side of the board, where her rival rests—the Black Queen.
“…but first, I have another queen to meet.”
