Black Queen
If you haven’t read it yet, I recommend reading it first and then reading here if you want. Also to avoid getting lost in this story. But if you want to read this one straight through and don’t mind spoilers, that’s fine, I think you’ll enjoy it too.
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The White Queen wouldn’t leave my mind.
After the magic and the sex from the night before, I just couldn’t fall asleep. And when I finally did, I dreamed only of her. I spent the entire day at work remembering those blue eyes and that dazzling body. I knew I could summon the magic again whenever I wanted, make her appear that very night after work—but I thought it was dangerous. She was too delicious, and I might get attached. Addicted.
“Willian!” Someone calling me from reception. “Come here real quick!”
Damn it, two minutes from clocking out and they’re giving me something to do.
Oh, I guess I didn’t properly introduce myself the first time. My name is Willian. I’m a mediocre wizard, but what pays my bills is my day job as a librarian. I’m 31, single, and lonely.
I approached the front desk, answering the call. I saw it was an old man trying to donate some books that were just taking up space in his house. The staff member on duty was sorting through what was useful and had called me over because one volume raised a question. I saw it was a photocopied version of Yasser Seirawan’s book on chess openings.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said, explaining the situation. “This book is actually very good, but unfortunately it’s a photocopy. The library can’t accept it.”
The old man understood and was perfectly fine with it—he just left. But I immediately thought of someone who would love that book. Amanda.
Amanda. I met her in high school, at the school’s chess tournament. A girl of ordinary beauty, but at the time, she immediately warmed my teenage heart. I played with the white pieces and only knew the king’s pawn openings back then. She defended with the Philidor Defense—considered solid but passive—and something I had never seen before. That was her main weapon: she really studied openings and, without much effort, would put her opponents in unfamiliar territory. Within a few moves, I was completely lost and resigned.
I lost the game, but gained a friend… Well, I always wanted her to be more than a friend. Our friendship survived graduation and lingered through our early adult years. I had always been in love with her, but I never said anything. I fantasized and preemptively mapped out our whole life together. We would have two children—Magnus and Judit—and a little dog named Bobby.
One day, when I was around twenty-three, I finally gathered the courage and confessed.
“We can’t ruin our friendship, Willian. Please understand—it’s not you, it’s me.”
And that’s how I lost the girl I never even had. After that, I shut down. I never wanted to feel anything like that again. I never let myself get attached to anyone again.
I decided to stop thinking about Amanda. These days, we’re completely out of touch. I heard she got married. Every now and then I still think of her. Like now. And the last time I thought of her was yesterday, just before walking into the antique store.
“You know what… give me that book. I’ll keep it for myself.”
I went back to my apartment with the photocopied book in hand, tossed it on the bed, and immediately looked over at the board and the Manfred Scepter beside it. The temptation to see the White Queen again.
But not tonight. My experience with Amanda taught me that getting attached is a bad plan that leads to defeat. But it wouldn’t be a bad idea to meet her adversary—the one standing on the opposite square, D8.
I grabbed the Manfred Scepter and pointed it at the black queen on the board, speaking the magic words of invocation:
“Exsurge regina nigra, ut mihi imperes.”
The lights in the apartment flickered from the magic’s effect, and I expected to see the Black Queen, radiant and imposing, appear before me, just like the White Queen had. But I didn’t see her. I looked around.
“What the… where is she?”
“I’m here,” said a whispering voice behind me, catching me completely off guard and scaring the hell out of me.
Slowly, she stepped into view, walking toward me, locking eyes with mine, studying my reactions. The Black Queen.
The Black Queen. This woman radiated power and elegance. Her skin was a luminous, rich black, her long wavy hair perfectly framing her face. Her expression was confident, intense—someone who knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. She wore a tight black dress that emphasized her curves, with silver details tracing the deep neckline, adding a regal touch. Draped over her shoulders, a black velvet cloak with silver lining reinforced her majestic presence. Atop her head, a silver crown shimmered, sealing her image as a true queen. Her delicate hands rested in front of her body, a black ring subtly drawing attention to her fingers.
With smooth elegance, she walked through my apartment, reached one of the chairs at the dining table, adjusted it, and sat down as if taking her place on a throne.
“Who are you? And why have you woken me?” she asked.
“Well, I’m a player,” I replied, trying to flirt. “I woke you so you could satisfy my desires.”
“And why should I satisfy you?” the Black Queen replied, intrigued.
“Because I hold this scepter,” I said, showing her the Manfred Scepter. “I had the White Queen here just last night, in this very room.”
“Ah, the White Queen… So you’ve met my rival,” she replied with a mocking tone. “Let me guess—those silky blonde locks, skin as pale as snow, those piercing blue eyes… the natural holder of initiative. I bet she attacked your center, exploited every gap in your defense, and left you in zugzwang.”
I felt a little embarrassed.
“Oh, player… maybe you’d do better with a roulette wheel. You seem to rely more on luck than strategy. Do you think that just because the White Queen gave herself to you, I’d do the same?”
It was a cold shower. I thought I was in for another unforgettable night, just like the one I had with the White Queen. I was wrong—badly wrong.
The Black Queen noticed the photocopied Seirawan book lying on my bed.
“You read chess opening books and still know so little about my nature? How ironic.”
That sparked an idea. Of course the White Queen gave in more easily: she holds the initiative—white moves first. The black game is never obvious: you can counter a direct attack with another, or prepare your defense first to deny white space. I had to change my approach. The Black Queen would require a more elaborate plan. The White Queen had initiative, but tonight, the initiative had to be mine.
“You’re right. I relied on luck and didn’t have a solid plan. But let me ask you—will you let yourself be outdone by her?”
The Black Queen smiled.
“My plan tonight was to have an incredible night with you,” I continued. “One that would surpass your rival. One that would make me forget her completely.”
“You’ve got potential,” she said. “But your plan’s no good, player. Luckily for you, I’ve got a better one.”
The Black Queen suddenly stood up and unbuttoned her black dress, letting it fall away until she wore nothing but her crown. Her body was stunning, with full breasts and a generous ass. Nude, she somehow looked even more powerful than in her regal garb.
She walked over with a sensual grace and sat on my lap.
“I’ll let you attack my center, savor my curves… and I’ll surpass my rival. Not just making you forget her—but forget even yourself.”
The Black Queen kissed me with such intensity I nearly lost my breath. Then she offered her breasts and her back for me to kiss and suck. Sticking to my plan, I pushed her onto the bed and began eating her pussy.
“Mmmmmm…” the Black Queen moaned with satisfaction. “You’re getting better, player.”
I focused on licking her clit, making her squirm with pleasure. I did it for several minutes, with the Black Queen sometimes moaning sweetly, sometimes begging for more. I stripped off my clothes and moved on to suck her breasts.
“You could return the favor,” I said, gambling on luck again.
The Black Queen nodded. I sat on the bed, and she began to suck me. Locking eyes with mine, teasing, analyzing me. At first, she licked only the head of my cock, sending shivers through me, but then she switched to tapping my cock against her face and alternately swallowing me whole. We didn’t take our eyes off each other. She was studying me.
“You’re magnificent!” I said, enchanted.
“Oh, player,” she said, pausing the blowjob, lying next to me, running her fingers through my hair. In that moment she was both a tender lover and a fairy tale villain. “Now I know enough to steal your initiative and drive you completely insane.”
The Black Queen rose and sat on my cock facing away from me, giving me a divine view of her ass as I penetrated her. Her rhythm was wild, grinding and riding me like I was just a passenger on the train of desire. All I could do was breathe deeply and do my best to stretch out the moment.
“Get on all fours,” I ordered, trying to reclaim the initiative.
She turned her head, looked back at me, and laughed. She bounced harder on my dick, knowing it would make me come in seconds.
“Get on all fours!” I insisted.
The Black Queen stopped moving. She looked at me with an expression that still gives me chills when I remember it.
“Oh, player, now that move I liked!” she exclaimed.
Slowly and sensually, she got into position. And I started licking her ass. She moaned deeply, inviting me for more. I thought, Maybe I finally have a good strategy here—and she understood it.
I placed the head of my cock at her asshole. She didn’t resist. I slowly slid in until I was fully inside. Her ass, tight and delicious, gripped me perfectly. I began thrusting, first slow, then gradually faster and harder.
“Harder! Harder!” the Black Queen begged for more.
That cranked my arousal to the max. I forgot everything else—just focused on fucking that ass as hard as I could, losing myself in it. She let out a loud cry when she finally reached ecstasy. Her breathing turned heavy, and for a brief moment, the always-dominant, composed face gave way to a vulnerable woman. It didn’t last more than a few seconds. Apparently, this time I was the one who delivered checkmate.
“Not bad, player!” said the Black Queen. “It’s a good thing you’ve got an openings book, because your middlegame is way better.”
“You are so, so fucking hot!” Yeah… I couldn’t think of anything smarter to say. That’s what came out.
“Time to reward you with your prize,” said the Black Queen, taking my cock back into her mouth.
She gave me a deep, delicious blowjob—impossible to resist. She stared up at me with ravenous eyes, and I came hard in her mouth. She swallowed it all, not spilling a single drop.
We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
I closed my eyes. And I remembered her. I remember her every day, actually. Amanda. The love of my life. The love I never had. All the stories I never got to live. Magnus, Judit, and Bobby. I hate myself for it. I get completely lost in those thoughts…
“You really don’t think I’m better than her?” the Black Queen asked me.
“What?”
“Did I make you forget her?”
“Who? Wait… can you read minds?”
“I’m talking about the White Queen—my rival!”
“Oh. Yeah. I completely forgot about her tonight.”
“Oh, player…” the Black Queen said, laughing softly. “And so we find out… there are other pieces on this board.”
The Black Queen was loose, relaxed. Her smile was captivating. And, truthfully, she had made me forget all about her. The White Queen.
“Unfortunately, it’s time for you to return to the board,” I told her, saying goodbye.
“I know. And I know we’ll see each other again,” she replied, giving me a parting kiss.
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Later, after the Black Queen was once again settled in her natural square on the board, I reviewed the notes about her from Manfred’s writings. He’d left everything behind. Each piece had her own personality, and each had to be handled differently. I should have been more careful before just grabbing the scepter and summoning her.
So I dug deeper and discovered that old Manfred had never dared make the move I was thinking of next. He believed that being able to enjoy the White Queen on some nights and the Black Queen on others was already delightful enough. More than that might carry unpredictable consequences. But I wanted to play with luck.
I placed them side by side in front of the board.
“Can you imagine… the two of them? Together?”
