Indiscretion

I left her lips and pulled out of her hand, moving up her body until my cock rested against her lips. She opened her mouth like a baby bird and with her eyes looking into mine, licked my juices from the tip of my rod.

My hand around her throat got her to open up and I pushed more of my cock flesh into her mouth until she gagged. I didn’t stop even when she was in danger of losing her breath.

I was angry. Angry at her, at myself, because she wasn’t who I wanted. But I could never have what I wanted, will never know this with her. So why shouldn’t I enjoy the offerings of this young beauty?

I couldn’t get her face out of my head. That last look she sent my way once she caught me watching the beautiful Georgina. What did it mean? And why did it feel as if I were betraying her?

The nails digging into my flesh brought me back to the present and I realized I was choking her. I had driven my cock too far down her neck. I pulled out and fucked her mouth gently. “My apologies milady.”

I eased out of her mouth and made my way back down her body until my head was between her legs. Her cunny had the scent of flowers and the taste of spices. Her hands took hold of my head as she lifted her legs and begged me to fuck her tight cunny.

Unlike my usual conquests, I had no interest in prolonging this particular coupling, so I gave her what she wanted. Moving up her body once more and driving into her without care until she cried out. “Oh your majesty.”

The harder I fucked her the more she wanted. She threw her cunny up at me wildly and took my cock like a well-trained paramour.

Maybe that was part of the problem. Maybe I had grown tired of the ease with which most women came to my bed, obviously in hopes of gaining some boon.

Cecile was so pure in my eyes. Even in her grief she hadn’t turned to me for anything. I fucked into the cunny I was currently held snugly in, but the face in my head belonged to someone else.

I found no pleasure in the nails dragging themselves down my back. No prowess in the groans that came from her as her body erupted. Nothing at all when my seed burst forth from me.

I was done. I rolled away from her ready to send her from my bed until guilt made me ashamed of myself. I had not been fair to the girl, in neither deed or thought.

I had no doubt she was accustomed to being treated more graciously, and though I could not drum up the effort to take her again, I would not harm her farther by sending her from my bed without a word of kindness.

I listened to her drone on about nothing and everything, as my mind was a million miles away. No that’s a lie. It was down the hall, not more than a few measly steps and yet out of reach.

“When shall you take a wife my lord?” She rolled over with her arms clasped on my chest.

“Never.”

“What? Do you not wish for a son to carry on your great name?” She pouted prettily and I had no doubt she was vying for the position. Her sire was of noble birth true, but so were a dozen others with much more to offer.

I smiled indulgently but kept my thoughts to myself. I had sworn an oath to myself, that long ago day on a cold desolate battlefield that I would never impose upon a son of mine to suffer what I had endured. The death of a beloved sire!

My bastards all have sires. That was one of the things I arranged for any woman who bore me a child. To date I have five daughters and two sons, at least those were the ones I have been made aware of, and none of them would ever know me as their father.

They are well cared for of course, but they will never be in the succession for the throne. It was not the way of my people.

“It is time for you to go my sweet.” She pleaded to stay and was far from pleased to be thrown out of the king’s bed with barely anything to show for it. I forgot her name before she cleared the door.

Chapter 7

King Julian

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“Nicholas you old dog, when did you return to court?”

“Just now your majesty I came to see you as soon as I returned. Sorry I wasn’t back in time for Frederick’s funeral, but I figured it was more important that I put down that little skirmish.”

“You were quite right my friend, and speaking of which, how did it go?”