frank looked at you, the two of you laying in your bed with a knight right outside your door. months had passed since the first time you kissed dennis.
βiβm gonna do it soonβ frank whispered, you kept your eyes closed.
βdonβt have to whisper dennis wonβt say anythingβ you sighed.
you knew what frank was talking about, heβs been talking about it for years. killing his father instead of waiting for it to come naturally, his mother had already passed and he had nothing else standing in his way but him.
βdennis?β frank asked, his fingers touching your skin.
you peaked at him, βthe knightβ
βyou call him by his first name?β he asked.
you smirked, βwe are close, best budsβ you drug out the s. you knew frank and how he loved you, spent years only dreaming of marrying you. frank breathed out, trying to read your expression. you rolled over, frank got closer as you giggled.
he kissed along your shoulder, βyou and i ruling as oneβ he whispered. franks hand sliding up your nightgown, his hips pressed against you.
fingers now inside your panties touching your soft skin, opening you up for him. you smiled warmly and touched his face.
a month passed and frank was back at his castle, you now had all the time in the world. you tried on dresses for the knighting ceremony tonight and dennis of course stood right outside your door.
βdennyβ you called out, βcome help meβ
dennis looked around to make sure no one would see him. he walked in looking at your bare back. βwouldnβt your maid help you?β he asked.
you smiled at him through the mirror, βyeah but i like youβ you said as he reached for the buttons. βis it pretty?β you asked and he blushed.
βveryβ dennis mumbled after the last button.
βnew knights, maybe iβll like them more than youβ you teased. he let out a soft breathy laugh. dennis looked at you through the mirror.
you turned around, your face inches from his and you leaned in giving him a small peck before going in again.
snow fell from the sky, the fire places roared. there was two months before your wedding and franks father had officially passed. your father offered frank to come stay at your castle for the grieving process.
your wedding dress was almost ready, a few more lace details and diamonds then finished.
dennis held the white fabric in his hands as you moved on top of him, you bit his lip before going back into the kiss, his cock sliding in and out of you and the sound of fabric ripping filled the stale air. it was a quiet night, frank and your father sat in the study.
βfuckβ¦ your dressβ dennis panted, the lace coming off the fabric and into his hand alone. he pushed the fabric back to get more of a grip on you.
βitβs not finished anyways donβt worryβ you breathed out, dennis moved you down on him and ground his hips. you threw your head back with a moan, your tits popped out the top of your corset and his lips on your neck. the crackle and popping noise of the fire mimicked the noise of the bed creaking. you could feel his hands on your back grabbing at you.
you kissed his forehead, you looked to the door, it now cracked and franks frame peaking through. you looked at him, stunned for a moment which made dennis moan as you squeezed around him. you were surprised frank didnβt look at you two in disgust, your eyes trailed down.
frank palmed himself before putting his whole hand into his boxers, his pants hung loose on his hips and belt stuck out awkwardly. you could see his chest rising and falling rapidly. he was enjoying it, you were enjoying it and so was dennis.
