Cockswords & Berries: A Tale of Kings and Maidens

by Royal Scribe

Overview

After a chance encounter and unlikely romantic audience with the King of Rivasor, a nubile young waif of peasant bloodline becomes the first and only bed maiden to make the virile and famously well-endowed monarch climax during bedplay. Many admire her talent. Others envy her stain. Some fear her power over the throne. She must be wary no one discovers her own dark secret in the turmoil that ensues!

stain - v. informally, to ejaculate onto another's skin; n. the visible mark roused by such contact. See THE ALCHEMY OF STAIN

When a Rivasoran man's semen makes contact with a woman's skin (on any part of her body), a unique mark-a stain-appears on her forehead within one to two hours.

Elders in the community know who is mating with whom, for they can recognize, for instance, the stain of the blacksmith's son (or the blacksmith, himself!) on the seamstress' daughter.

As for the royal stain, few people know what it looks like, and even fewer have actually seen it carried-for kings are forbidden from spewing their kreem as long as they hold the throne. Therefore, to carry the King's stain, as bed maiden Reina now does, is cause for much whispering and finger pointing among Rivasor clusterfolk,

NOTE: In Rivasor, to be stained is to carry the stainer's creative power upon oneself. It is a public declaration of a man's potency and a woman's desirability. The stain remains visible for approximately forty-eight hours.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781522783725
Publisher:	CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date:	03/31/2016
Series:	Stained in Rivasor , #1
Pages:	308
Product dimensions:	5.51(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.64(d)

About the Author

Welcome to Rivasor. I am the royal scribe of the King's court. To truly understand the world thou art about to enter, thou must first understand what sets us apart from the folk of other realms. As a result of the wisdom of those of yor, we have developed as a people defined by the natural ways of our men and women. We exist free of the shackles of mind that bind and pit man against woman in other curves and spheres. We labor under no clouds that taint our view as to what defines us as man or maiden. We know that what we do for trade doth not define us. We know that neither lineage nor lucre maketh nor measureth the man or woman. Nature has decreed that there is no other way for a man to experience manliness than when his power is directed to the plumbing of a woman's berry, and there is no more natural way for a woman to feel her womanliness than when she has a girthful cocksword betwixt lips or loins.

Not through weapon or tool nor through wash pan or thule
No, thy place in the dance comes through dainty and lance

We consider this the most obvious of truths.
In Rivasor, as a result of overmany seasons of such beliefs and bedplay, there is neither shame in the thirst of desire, nor in its quench. In other lands, desire and entwinement art viewed negatively. They art viewed as dirty need and dirty deed. As a result, the act, while pleasurable, is never as enjoyable as might be-fraught as it is with such negative ideas. However, to fully understand how this realm came to be, let us begin at the beginning.