“Once more my pet.” I took her that way, laying on our sides with my rod going in and out of her from behind, her plump titties held firmly in my large hands as she pushed her body back into mine until we reached fulfillment together again.
I slid from her body most reluctantly as the sun begun to rise in the sky outside the window.
“I must go before the servants begin to stir.” I turned her face to mine and kissed her with all the newfound passion before slipping from her bed and out of her room.
For the next fortnight she came to my bed. Sometimes I’d neglect my court and spend the day locked away with her. Our liaisons were heated and wild and I fucked my dear sister in law like a wild stag. I do love a good cunny and hers was the finest in the land. I couldn’t get enough of her or she me.
No matter how much time I spent inside her, how many times I spilled my seed in her fecund womb it was never enough. It would take more than once, sometimes three or four times before I could finally leave the warmth of her body and her bed. She held me enthralled, so that she was my first thought each morn and my last at night.
We didn’t share much beyond the bedchamber, except for yesterday when she’d joined me on the hunt, which turned into another fucking when I steered her away from the rest of the hunting party and took her behind a copse of trees by a secluded pond.
We didn’t say much in public not wishing to give ourselves away. But when we were alone in bed together, wrapped around each other, we shared much. I have found her to be a most excellent partner and it bothered me that I might one day soon have to give her up. The thought was unbearable.
A king must marry for advancement, whether it be for a treaty of peace, more wealth or lands, the people will expect it. I had no desire to ever put on the trappings of marriage.
I could make this child of ours my heir. I could take her as my mistress. I’ve been giving it much thought. But it would be remiss of me to let the truth of our dalliance be known.
Not that it hasn’t been done before, but I would not do that to her. I will not make her the brunt of innuendo and vile gossip. Yet I regretted more and more the thought of everyone thinking my child was my brother’s. But what was to be done?
In any case she was very well composed when out and about the palace grounds and within the court, but behind my closed chamber doors was another matter.
It was easy keeping our trysts secret. Since she still occupied my dead brother’s rooms, which adjoined mine, her comings and goings were well hidden. If anyone wondered at my many absences they would do well to keep their wonderings to themselves.
As I sat on the throne perusing the room, I saw lady Georgina flitting about with much gaiety and could only surmise that she had found some unsuspecting young fool on whom to bestow her charms. I had since learned her game, again through palace intrigue and gossip. But she was no longer of any consequence to me.
I beckoned my sister Lillian to me and she came with a smile, much revived these last few days. In between bouts of breeding Cecile I had spent some time with my sister and my attentions seemed to have brought her out of her melancholy.
“And how are you this evening little princess?” She curtsied prettily and beamed at me. “I have a favor to ask my lord.” Uh-oh, I wonder what treasure she would ask from distant lands. Like every female throughout time the princess was known to lose her head over something as simple as silk ribbon.
There was a ship just docked and the ladies were all atwitter. “Yes?” I smiled at her indulgently and indicated that she should sit on the throne beside me. No one had sat there since I had when my sire was alive.
“I wish to marry.”
“You what?” My cup of wine was stopped halfway to my lips as I stared at her in surprise. Bloody hell she was of age. Where had the time gone?
“And who pray tell does my sister wish to marry? Do you not know that it is the duty of your brother the king to find you a match?” Not that I was in any hurry to do so. The thought never even crossed my mind.
“Your trusted friend, lord Nicholas.”
I had been ready to deny her no matter who she named, but hearing his name fair near gave me an attack of the vapors.
I searched the room for my ex friend. If he had laid one hand on her I would take his head. “Go to your chamber.”
“But Jul….”
“Now, I will deal with you later.”
She fled the hall in tears and that bloody knave’s eyes followed her before turning to me. With anger! I did not need to tell him to follow me as I left the throne in a huff of anger.
As soon as the door to my chambers closed behind us I swung at him. “You dare?” He wiped blood from his lip but did not retaliate. It would not be the first time we’d indulged in fisticuffs but that hadn’t occurred since I’d become king and then only in jest.