Suggestive, 18+, smut
Simon was a sweet man. But he was king, and so alone time was scarce, to say the least. This lead to... tasteful rendezvous.
More often than not, Simon would find himself being frustrated with his work, not because it was difficult, because in his words, 's'piss easy, luv' but rather because he was becoming increasingly frustrated at the lack of cunt he was getting these last few weeks.
He had decided he'd had enough. What good was it being king if he was unable to catch even an whiff of his wife's delectable pussy?
King Simon got up, leaving his paperwork haphazardously unfinished, making it a problem for his aide to deal with, Sir MacTavish was not getting any sleep that night, and decided to go see you, in your chambers, hoping to catch a glimpse of your soft and creamy body.
Simon barged into your room, sending a strike of fear into your ladies-in-waiting, before speaking lowly. 'Where's m'wife.' The ladies-in-waiting were shaking in their corsets, pointing to the bathing chambers attached to your room as they bowed, 't-taking her evening bath, my lord!' One stuttered.
King Simon paid their nervous forms no regard as he walked by, opening the bathing chambers with a gentle, out-of-the-ordinary demeanour.
He stepped inside, in all his, buff, 6'4 glory, and immediately spotted your small form in the bath tub, covered in bubbles, as well as rose petals. He stripped himself of his clothing as he walked over, walking up to your side before leaning down and kissing your temple before gruffly letting out a harsh 'missed you,' drawing a soft giggle from you, inviting him in with open arms.
After a bit of rearranging, and perhaps a loving grope or two, Simon was behind you in the bath, his thick, scarred, hairy arms, wrapped affectionately around your waist as he kissed and nipped at your neck.
'Your majesty!', you smiled softly, slightly ticklish. 'Simon. Ain't no one but us in 'ere, birdie' he corrected, his hands dragging up your body, cupping your pillowy, supple breasts.
He pinched at your nipples, drawing soft gasps and squirms from you, causing an involuntary arch of your back, while your head pushed back into his shoulder, giving him ample room to suck and kiss at your neck.
'S-simon! It's too much!' You whimpered gently and squirmed, the water rippling around your twisted forms and drawing a deep chuckle from him. 'Missed ya too much. Let me have at yer body, yeah? can do tha' fer yer husband, no?' He said he gave breasts a slightly harsher squeeze, ellicting a groan from him.
You could feel his thick length, poking into your lower back. 'Be good for me, luv' he whispered in your ear, his hands grasping your hips before picking you up and turning you around, and onto his lap....