A/N: I’m finally back to this amazing little story. Thanks to @littlefreya and the Cavill fan club for the inspiration for this one!
This contains 18+ material. Sexual Situations, Oral Sex (M/F giving/receiving), Explicit Content, Language. Please proceed with caution!
Previous Parts:
Part I
Part II
Part III
We were married at sunset that very day with very few in attendance. I wasn’t prepared for such an occasion, but when the King insists, it’s followed through. Ready or not.
I sit with my ladies, a few weeks after the wedding as we do needlework, but I can’t for the life of me sit still.
“My lady, are you alright?”
“Mhm. I’m just going to go for a walk. Please excuse me.” Being queen had been a rough transition from being a commoner or peasant in this case. Rumors flew about but Henry likely ignored them more than anything.
“Your majesty!”
A voice pulls me from me reverie. It’s Charles Brandon.
“Charles! I- What are you doing on the grounds? I expected you to be in Henry’s meeting.” He simply chuckled, eyeing me up and down. He thinks I don’t notice.
“I was actually looking for you, my lady.” He said as he joined me on my walk. After a bit of silence, he looked at me. “How are you and the king?”
“We have only been married a short time Charles! I’m not sure how I feel about it.” My gaze must have alarmed him.
“The king wants-”
“Charles, please. I understand he wants an heir. I do hope his love is true. If it is not, I shall be truly devastated and a fool for believing him.”
We both came to an archway that was hidden. Well, sort of. I don’t meet his gaze but he pulls my chin up to look up at him. My heart starts beating faster. There was something about Charles that made me happy. I know he’s married and has a child on the way.
However some of the fantasies I have on bad days make things a bit better. I sometimes dream of him coming to my bed and eating my soaking cunt then pounding the living hell out of me. His cock throbbing with each harsh thrust and him filling me with his seed. I realized that it wasn’t Henry I wanted at times, but his best friend. Holy fuck, what is wrong with me? I’m married to the king for fuck’s sake!
“His majesty does not deserve a beauty like you.” His voice drops to a soft murmur. I understand him quite clearly. He must feel that same way I do. “He does not deserve any woman. You deserve better.” I felt his cock grew hard as he pressed me against the stone and his body against mine. I could feel my arousal start up. Not now. Why now?
“Charles-” I dare gaze up into his beautiful green eyes. This was such a stupid ass idea. “I’m married to the King. Yet, I have dreamed of nights of your pleasures. We cannot do it. You are also married.” It hold his hand. He seemed like a giant to me. His hand cupped my cheek then.
“Then we must.” He whispered as his lips crashed into mine. I returned the kiss as my body went on autopilot and grinded against his growing cock. I wanted him, no scratch that, needed him. He felt that same desire I did.
“Not here.” I muttered after a few moments. “We must do it in secret. Away from prying eyes.” He nodded.
The ball was elegant. Well, every party was really. Henry and I watched as people danced, chatted and enjoyed each other’s company. Charles came up and bowed. “Your majesties. Lovely party isn’t it?” Henry and I chuckle.
“Of course it is Charles! What can we do for you?”
“If I have his majesty’s permission, I wish to dance with the Queen.”
“Of course! Be kind with her.”
“Henry! Darling, it’s alright. I can handle whatever Mr. Brandon throws at me.” I wink at him. Henry complied and allowed me to go with Charles. We go into the crowd and start to dance.
“You are certainly beautiful. You are always beautiful.”
“Charming, Charles.” I tease. After our dance, I go back to Henry. Later, I receive a message and excuse myself as I go down to the room I was requested to. Empty. I go over to the bed and lay down. Whatever joke this was not amusing whatsoever. I sighed and closed my eyes.
{Charles}
I slipped into the room. I knew she was here. Time was not on my side but it was now or never. Dancing with her was a dream. I had wanted her since I first laid eyes on her. Now our fantasies come true. Seeing her laid on the bed, my cock twitched. Here we go.
Slipping under her dress, I felt her arousal then gave it a taste. Her moan started off quiet then grew the more I ate her delicious pussy. Damn, she was perfect.
“Charles!” She whined when I stopped.
“Now, now, patience is a virtue.”
“Shut up and come here.” She undid my trousers and started to suck my cock. Pleasure shot through me and I groaned. It was amusing to see her choke on it. I came several times in that pretty mouth of hers. I finally pull away from the slobbery mess she became. Such a good little cockwhore.
Without warning, I slam right into her soaking cunt. Her expression was one of surprise. She was tight but as I continued thrusting myself into her, she became accustomed. Her moans grew in crescendo as she grew close to her climax. I toy with her pussy as she writhes.
“Charles… let me cum, daddy!” She begged.
“Cum for daddy, love. Daddy wants to cum.” An animalistic tendency filled my being as I went faster.
“Charles-” Her declaration was cut off as she came and I did so as well, filling her pussy with my seed. I wanted her to have my child, not Henry’s. He didn’t deserve her.
