Indiscretion

“I cannot imagine not wanting you. Could never have spent one day in your bed without having you, having this.” I cupped her newly breeched cunny and kissed her lips softly.

I moved from the bed, crossing the room in all my naked glory to fetch water and a cloth to clean us both up.

I wiped her gently until there was no more blood before cleaning my rod. My heart was full of pride, lust and a much stronger emotion that I dared not give voice to.

“I had once feared that he preferred the company of men, but that wasn’t the case. He just had no desire for the physical, though I know he did love me in his own way. He just could not perform the duties of a husband.”

“We shall not have that problem you and I. For I shall plow your tight little cunny as often as I please.” I fucked her thrice more that night before taking her back to her bed, and once there I held her against the door and fucked her again for good measure.

“I will take you again tonight. Rest well my love, you’re going to need it.” I kissed her one last time after putting her to bed and then turned for the door. I missed her as soon as I left her. But I couldn’t risk her being found in my bed come morning. I wanted nothing to taint this wondrous thing we had just shared.

Chapter 9

Princess Cecile

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I have done it. I have put my fears aside and threw caution to the wind. My Julian will never know what it took. The agony, or the fear of rejection, but the whispers had seen me overcoming whatever fears held me bound and now I am glad of it.

I laid abed the next morn after that most glorious night, my body still suffering tingles and that place between my thighs sore and alive. For the first time I knew what it was to feel like a woman, whole complete. As was my right.

I had been wed four years and some to a man I once loved. A man so broken of spirit, that his flesh refused to perform the most basic of tasks when it came to the marriage bed.

Poor Frederick, what torments had driven him, I do not know. He had never shared with me what it was that had plagued him so. And though he had never said an unkind word to me, when he deigned spend time in my presence that is. Over time the warmth and admiration I’d held for him had dwindled and died.

It was not hate I felt for my now dead husband, but remorse I think. My youth had been wasted, my chance to bear children frittered away, or so I thought. Now at twenty, a bit long in the tooth to be sure, but not too late, I was finally going to fulfill my purpose.

The decision had not been an easy one, and not for the reasons one might imagine. It was guilt that had held me in its grip. Grip for the times while my husband had been alive that I had had the thought, why couldn’t I have been married to the king?

The stories of his prowess were legend even before I was betrothed to his dear brother. It was rumored that he had got an early start, seducing one of the ladies of the court when he was a mere lad of thirteen.

I had no interest in such scandalous mutterings back then, and until I first laid eyes on the king had only dreamt of Frederick. There had been such promise shown during our courtship.

It was no small fete to be betrothed to the son of a king. My sire and said king had been fast friends and of course I am of good breeding.

In those days though I had heard much of Prince Julian I had never laid eyes on him until the day of my nuptials. By then his father was long gone and he sat the throne.

I remember the feeling of disbelief when he’d smiled at me. The way my heart had hurt in my chest. I remember well the hours spent on my knees begging forgiveness for my thoughts.

Had Frederick known, had he suspected? No, I think not. Whatever ailed him had been there long before he and I ever crossed paths.

I had put my girlish feelings aside, it was natural after all for one to be drawn to beauty and Julian was that. It was nothing more than the silliness of a young girl’s heart. One who had been sheltered much in her life by a father who did not trust the court and so never allowed her there.

I was kept at home on our country estate learning the ways of a woman as was fitting. The only glimpse into the outside world the gossip of the servants and whatever news a guest might bring.