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Stormwall Castle

King Shane's POV:

I stare into the brown eyes of the young woman as she moans, my hips thrusting. Her brown wavy hair sways. My new Mistress, Freydis is a young woman of only twenty. In the past few weeks, I had been sending ravens for marriage proposals. I had met with over a dozen women so far and none had caught my eye thus far. Thus I spent my time caring for my daughter, meeting with the council and rolling in the sheets with my mistress. In a few short hours I would be meeting with more potential matches.

Mistress Freydis smile, letting out another moan, her cries of pleasure filling me with even more desire for her. I lie atop her grinding back and forth at a steady pace. Mistress Freydis's moans get louder and more frequent. I groan, pumping faster until I finish inside of her. I move to collapse beside her, the two of us catching our breath. My hand slides up and down her torso, my hands gently cupping her breasts. She lets out a soft gasp. My cock throbs and then we are at it again. I flip her over onto her knees.

"Tell me you desire it." I urge her

"I desire every hit of you, Your Majesty."

I lean in closer, whispering in her ear as I slam into her.
"Beg me."

She shakes and trembles with pleasure.

"Please, Your Majesty. Please."

I finish, my nails digging into her hips before rocking back and forth again.

I stop only once her legs are trembling heavily.

Then we relax upon the bed together with her head upon my chest.

"You have pleased me. Spend your time tonight relaxing." I tell her

"I am glad to have pleased you. I wish-"

She trails off.

I turn to face her.

"What's it?"

"Forgive me." She says waving the words away with a hand

"Speak Freydis."

"I wish to spend tonight with you as well, if you desire."

Her eyes meet mine and I see the lust continuing to burn behind them.

I move so my lips are close to her ear.

"Do you wish to go again, Freydis?" I tease her, my hand sliding up her thigh

I feel her tremble against me.

"Yes, Your Grace."

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