Warnings - Arranged marriage, p in v, breast play, creampie, cum eating. I think thatās all of it.
- Smut under the cut - mdni!
šā ļ½„×
After several years of war, Henry put an end to the war between England and France. France surrendered, Henry received multiple lands and even you, his wife.
That is how you ended up in this foreign, cold country, in a huge palace with no friends and a husband who you didnāt know.
You didnāt understand a word of what anyone was saying, no one had taught you English.
The day after your wedding, Henry took your hand and guided you out of the dining hall, taking you to his chambers.
You stay quiet, like always.
He pushes the door shut with a soft click, causing your heart to flutterā though you canāt decipher if it was fear or arousal.
He turns to face you, his green eyes sharp in the firelight. The scar on his cheek cuts across the shadowed side of his face.
He begins removing his outer cloak, then starts unfastening the buckles of his doublet, like a soldier preparing for bed after battle.
The air feels heavier nowā the weight of expectation pressing between you two.
He watches from the corner of his eye as you slowly peel off your gown, the fabric slipping from your shoulders and pooling at your feet.
You stand there in only a thin chemiseāthe outline of you barely concealed by soft linen. Your hands instinctively move to cover yourself slightly, but he notices.
With quiet command, he saysā "Non."
A pause. Then softer: "Viens."
Come here.
He sits on the edge of the bed nowābare-chested, one knee bentāand holds out a hand toward you. Not gentleā¦ but expectant.
You take a few steps forward, taking his hand.
Henryās lips twitch at the corners, clearing his throat.
āTu es belleā¦ā he speaks, pressing a warm kiss against your knuckles, eyes softening as he looks up at you through his thick eyelashes.
Youāre beautifulā¦
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His hands come up to grope your tits through the thin material that clings to your body before unbuttoning your chemise, patting your hip softly for you to lift them.
Once heās pulled the soft material over your head, Henry brushes away some hair that had fallen over your face before rubbing a thumb over your cheekbone.
A smirk pulls at his lips as he cups your breasts, rubbing a thumb over your hardened nipple.
A low sound escaped his lips, something between hunger and approval. You whine as he pinches your nipple between his pointer and thumb, rolling it between them.
You let out a soft whimper, pushing your chest up against his touch, needing more.
His calloused hands slide down to your bare thighs, pushing them apart with zero finesse. The king clearly hasnāt courted a woman in yearsāif ever. When he settles between your legs, his arousal is obvious through his tight breeches.
A rough kiss crashes onto your lipsāall teeth and tongue and no gentlenessāas he fumbles to undo the laces of his pants with one hand.
He breaks the kiss to glare down at you, frustration and something hotter flashing in his eyes. With a grunt, he finally frees himselfāhard and thickāand notches his cock between your folds.
Warm and wet, satisfaction flashes over his face as he feels it.
Thereās his proof, that even if youāre quiet and shy, your body knows what it wants. And it wants him.
He pushes the head of his cock against your glistening hole, letting out a long sigh, glancing up at your flustered face and then back down between your thighs.
With one swift motion, he slams into you, pressing his thumb against your clit as if to soften the sharp pain of him stretching you out for the first time.
Your body is immediately flooded with a mixture of pain and pleasure, your hands pressing against his chest as he thrusts into you.
"Godās blood," he groans, more to himself than you.
His hips start to move, hammering his dick into you as his thumb swirls around your bundle of nerves, pulling long, deep moans out of your mouth.
āHenryā you moan, hips twitching due to the pressure of his touch against your clit.
His balls slap repetitively against your arse as he pounds into you, his rhythm doesnāt falter, heās been waiting for this since the moment he saw you.
Every whimper that escaped you feeds the fire in his abdomen. He wants more, he needs to make you feel even better.
Leaning down again, he captures your lips with his, kissing you harshly, responding to your moans with a low grunt.
He feels you tightening around his cock, your walls squeezing him as he brings you further and further towards an orgasm.
āCome for me, beautifulā¦ā he grunts against your lips, his mouth opens against yours as he reaches climax, pulling his twitching cock out of you to paint your core with his cum.
You pant, a moan slipping between your lips with each breath as your pussy clenches around nothing. Henryās fingers brush over your clit softly, helping you ride the high.
He slips his fingers down your slit, collecting the mixture of your juices from yours and his arousal and climax.
āOuvrir.ā He demands, his voice low.
Open.
You obey, parting your lips enough for his fingers to slip into your mouth. You suck his fingers, not breaking eye contact.
A low groan leaves his mouth.
āGood girlā¦ā he praises.
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Notes - lmao I donāt even know if Iām using those dashes right but oh well! I might follow this timeline Iām not sure yet!
