Indiscretion(17)

She must think me a stupid sod the way I just stared at her almost stupefied. I’d been dreaming of her, wanting her. Doing to her what I only could in my dreams. Fighting the urge to go to her. She needed time. I had stopped fooling myself that I could go on without having her at least once. Maybe then I could get her out of my system. Now here she stood.

Did she know how appealing she was in the nightdress that showed through the bed robe that was even now falling from her shoulders?

The way her plump titties pushed up and out was mouth watering and drew my eyes whether she meant them to or nay. I'm a known skirt chaser throughout my kingdom, so I know she knew of my reputation. There can be only one reason for her to come before me dressed as she was at this time of night. Or so I hoped.

Every lustful thought I ever had about her came to the forefront and I swallowed hard and held myself still. The truth is, the only reason I hadn't fucked her as yet, is because of my love for my brother. As bad as I am I don’t poach. Unless it’s my enemy’s wife, or daughter and in one case even a sister; but that’s another story.

But the desire had been there, and each time I'd been in her presence, my lecherous cock had strained to get at her. I’d spent many a night feeling ashamed of myself for my lascivious thoughts where she was concerned. I had even had to stop myself from finding release with her image in my head as I pleasured myself.

But I should’ve known after the looks she’d sent my way at dinner and the way she’s been acting here of late, that something like this might happen.

I was getting ahead of myself. She had yet to tell me why she was here. For all I know her reasons for coming to me could be innocent.

It was lucky that I had turned down the offer from Nicholas to have a bit of fun with the two visiting French ladies in waiting.

The truth was, it was because of her that I had said no. She was much on my mind these last few days and seeing her here in my rooms, so scantily dressed, was very taxing.

It was only tonight, a few short hours ago no less as I readied myself for bed that I’d made up my mind about her. There was only one way to get this fever out of my blood. My brother was gone. I cannot bring him back.

Had he lived I never would have dishonored him no matter what I felt for her. I'd thought to give her at least a fortnight before taking her, by force if necessary, that’s probably what had triggered the dream. But she'd just thrown herself into danger.

No matter her reasons for coming here, she wasn’t leaving without me plowing her belly first. Rolling onto my back under the covers I reached my hand out to her.

"What can I do for you sweet sister?"

She tripped her way to the bed tears falling from her eyes. I was ready to go to war thinking someone had done her harm, but her next words threw me into a tailspin.

"A son, for your brother, please, don't let his line end, please help me." She was very distressed as she threw herself at me. My heart leapt at her words but I needed to be sure that I’d understood her correctly.

"Ssh, shh, quiet my pet, you'll make yourself ill. Now tell me, what do you mean by a son?" My rod knew, but my head and heart needed to be sure.

"In the old days, when a man died childless, his brother took his widow to wife to raise up seed unto his name. I know we can't marry, but if you get me with child now no one would know the child wasn't Frederick’s and the time is right, please."

I'm more than a little surprised at what the prim and proper lady Cecile was suggesting. It was so foreign to everything I knew of her. “Cecile do you know what you’re asking?”

Perhaps she was ill. Maybe the stress of her loss had splintered her mind. She'd taken to her bed the first few days after my brother’s death, and had been sullen ever since.

Had I been remiss in my duties to her as well? Should I have kept a closer eye instead of thinking only of my lust? My lust warred with my need to protect.

Was it really her need and longing for a child that had propelled her through the corridors of my palace in the middle of the night? Or was there something else at play here?

“Please. I know you may find me less appealing than most, but I beg of you, please. If you bear me any affection do this for me. I will ask nothing more of you my lord.”

She pressed herself against me and her nightdress and robe slipped further down her arms. She lifted one of my hands and placed it beneath her full magnificent breast, her eyes wide and uncertain.

“I will do as you wish my king, you may take me anyway you desire, just please, don’t turn me away.” Had I ever imagined I’d hear those words spoken from her sweet lips?

My heart raced out of my chest as she spoke, and my thumb subtly rubbed the underside of her magnificent tit because I couldn’t help myself.