A Frary Tale

Heat of the Night

Mary and Francis didn’t spend their wedding night in the consummation room, they decided to spend it in their new room. “You got us the North Wing? No one resides there.” Mary said cheerfully while they were walking. “I did. I already asked them to move our things there while we were at the Cathedral. And I also asked them to put some of the left over food from the reception there. I wouldn’t want us hungry.” Francis smiled at Mary and then he noticed that they were the only ones in the hallway and he started attacking Mary’s lips. He slid his hand under her night gown then bit suck on her breast through the gown. “Let’s go. I need you naked, and I really hate how thick this nightgown.” Francis said then grabbing Mary’s hand and they started to walk fast to their chamber.

Mary and Francis reached their rooms. It was cold since the fire died. Francis lit the fireplace and when he turned to her wife’s direction, his jaw dropped. Mary closed the door and  stripped her nightgown and now she was all naked for Francis. “Oh my Mary.” He rushed to her and attacked her lips “Let’s go to the bed.” Francis whispers. “Seriously? We’ve just had more or less 50 people and most of them where males watch you make love to me. Can you just take me right here, right now. C’mon we did it at the stables, garden, by the lake, in the tub, in the kitchens, in the floor, in the carriage, against the wall and in the passage pavement. Take me now against our door that shuts out reality, just do me Francis!” Francis smiles at how Mary said it with so much frustration. “Well, if that’s the case I’ll just match up your naked body my wife.” Francis removed his clothes. Mary and Francis had their fair share of wild, enthusiastic sex and now they’re going to have more. “Alright love put you leg on my shoulder your hand on my other shoulder. Touch any part of your body with the other hand, ooooh, my tongue will do its magic now.” Francis instructed Mary. Mary pinched her own nipple and while Francis was doing her she suddenly felt her orgasm rush. Francis stood up and positioned himself in Mary’s entrance. Francis thrust and thrust. “Francis faster. Please.” Mary said now letting her voice out. The guards stationed in their rooms felt like the door is going to break. Aylee and Greer passed through and heard the sounds the King and Queen of Scotland are making. They exchanged looks and Greer walks fast straight to her room. Aylee on the other hand went to Marcus’ chambers. ‘We already did it so I guess he wouldn’t mind me sleeping over. Goodness this turns me on so much.’ Mary and Francis reached their climax and fell to the floor. Then they stood up and pulled their chaise near the fire. “Feed me, then I’ll do you later.” Mary said. “Promise?” He asked and she nodded. They made love twice more until they fell asleep in the chaise, the fire dead, them naked, laced in each others limbs, with a blanket over them. Little did they know they weren’t the only ones enjoying another person’s body.

After the consummation, Henry took Kenna’s hand and led her straight to the King’s quarter. Once they closed the door they began kissing, stripping and touching each other. Kenna immediately went on her knees and took hold of Henry’s hard member. “Not so fast my love, go on all fours.” And so she did. Henry licked Kenna’s butthole. She shivers. “Just relax. Everything will be pleasurable. I promise.” Henry assured her. Henry then took some oil and pour it on Kenna’s butt and then massages it in his member. He then tried to penetrate Kenna, but the hole was to small. “You’re too huge Henry.” Then Henry rubbed Kenna’s nub and fingered her, one then two then  three fingers when Kenna was about to climax he shoved his member to Kenna’s butthole. Kenna screamed. Henry stayed like that for a while. Then when Kenna was already moaning in pleasure, he started pounding her fast and hard while his hand held on to her hips and occasionally squeezing her butt cheeks and breasts. They climaxed together and fell on the floor. When they recovered they went up the bed and they cuddled while Henry plays with her nipples while talking. “Kenna, are you just using me?” “Hm. Define using.” “I’m serious Kenna.” “I am too.” “So?” “I am using you for my pleasure.” “Pleasure? Any man can give you this, why are you this?” Kenna then laughed. “Why are you laughing?” “Now, I see that you and Bash are somewhat the same. And I’ll give you the gist of my answer to him. You make me happy.” “I do? Because you see, women sleep with me because I’m king, some of them had no choice and just gave in, some used this for their hopes to help their businesses and some hoped that I’ll introduce them to a suitable match.” “I am committed to you Henry. Can’t you see that? I know you don’t do love, I don’t either. But I am yours for the taking, but mind you Henry, if you betray my queen at any cost, you will see my wrath. I am a patriot raised by generations of men and women honoring the code of the Scots. You don’t want to see that side of me.” Henry smiled at how strong and passionate this young, very young woman beside him. “Kenna, once the verdict against Diane is passed. Will you be my official mistress? I know that your family may disown you, but I promise, you wouldn’t notice it. I’ll be devoted to whatever it is we have.” “Henry, you must understand something. My family will not disown me if I became a mistress to a foreign king or any nobleman. They will disown me if I became or even bed the Scottish king. You see the Scottish court relies to the Scottish royal family.” “So is that a yes at my proposal?” “Only if my queen let’s me.” “I’ll talk to her in the morning, they won’t be leaving til the afternoon anyway.” They kissed and fell into a deep sleep.

Within the thick walls of the French court, Catherine was in the music room practicing her harp. Bash was walking outside lightheaded as he worries for her mother when he heard a wonderful music. Bash went inside and saw a harmless looking Catherine in her white satin nightgown and shawl. He was mesmerize and he felt a stirring in his stomach as he listens to the sad but wonderful music of her harp. He imagines those delicate fingers laced in his dark hair while he thrust in her. He moaned and Catherine was startled. “Who’s there? Wait. Bash? What are you doing here?” “I’m sorry Catherine. That was a wonderful music yet so sad.” Bash said approaching her. “Well, this is only one of the things that makes me, me. Not a queen but me. Why are you up so late?” “My mother. I know she should die, I just don’t understand why she did what she did.” Catherine stood up and approached him, she held his shoulders and said. “She wants your future to be certain. That’s why she wants you to be king.” “I never wanted to be king. What I wanted is to keep Francis safe.” He looked into her eyes. “And apparently to make you happy.” “What?” Suddenly Bash kissed her. Slow and soft and passionately until she pulls away their saliva left a trace. “Why did you do that?” “I don’t know. I just felt that I had too.” “We can’t.” “We can. Please make this bastard who ruined your marriage make you happy.” With that Bash pushed Catherine to the floor near the fireplace. He removed Catherine’s nightgown and undergarment then he stripped. Catherine’s eye widened as he never saw a young body in a long time. “Bash?” “Yes?” “Make me happy.” And so he did. He made her climax to her limit several times that night.