Seduction for Love (closed for silvertongue217)

[Mignonette]

With so many enticing plans in her head, Isabella looked forward to spending her nights in her husband's bed. But each and every night, she fell asleep before he joined her. He was purposely taking his time, she noticed, but no matter how much she tried, she simply never managed to fight her fatigue for long enough. Her plans to seduce him in the morning also failed her over and over again. Being a woman who liked to linger in bed just a little longer, she always woke up with him already gone.
The fact that she could not put her plans into motions, made her a little irritable, although she tried to show as little of it as possible to the outside world.

Finally, the day of their royal visitor's arrival came. The castle was prepared accordingly and all servants were on edge, hoping that nothing would go wrong.
Isabella meanwhile had her mind completely elsewhere. At least until suddenly Lance's comment tore her back into reality.
"I am sure you have not forgotten how the deed is done after a year.", she teased him, as if trying to calm his nerves. "Besides, it will be just a few pecks here and there. They wont expect anything passionate." While she wouldnt mind at all, Lance almost seemed panicked at the prospect. It was insulting and amusing at the same time.
"And I assure you, kissing me probably will not be as unbearable as you make it out to be.", she said with a small laugh, her eyes however remaining on the path leading up to the castle, watching out for the king's arrival.

When the carriage appeared in their view, Isabella stepped closer to Lance, linking her arm with his, as they watched the entourage approach.
The king was the first to appear and everyone bowed accordingly. The king just looked around, before offering his arm to his beloved mistress, Isabella's mother, to help her out of her carriage.
To Isabella's dismay, a second carriage also pulled up and her half sister climbed out, staring daggers at her sibling. The two had parted on the coldest of terms and apparently the royal princess still had not forgiven Isabella the seduction of her fiance. But Isabella's attention was soon returned to her mother, who approached to embrace her.
"Isa, my love. It is soo good to see you again. Marriage becomes you.", she complimented. "Such rosy cheeks... Could it be the glow of pregnancy?"
Isabella just raised an eyebrow as she though to herself "Unlikely...". Even if she and her husband had consumated the marriage, it would be far too early to speak of possible children, but she didnt want to spoil her mother's good mood, so instead she quickly smiled again.
"Who knows, mother? Such things always happen most unexpectedly. Why dont you all come inside. There is a lovely diner set out for you and you surely must be hungry after such a long journey.", she spoke as she returned to Lance's side like a dutiful wife.

Playing the role during social gatherings was one thing, playing it in front of her parents made her more than uneasy. If it werent for the King, she wouldnt be in this situation in the first place, she reminded herself.
Still, ever the perfect hostess, she led her family to the impressive dining chamber. It had been cleaned to look perfect and it was illuminated by more candles than had been used in the place in a long time. Furthermore, the servants had taken out the finest silverware and prepared food enough to feed an entire regiment.
The King of course looked impressed, having expected far less from the desolate north.
As they started eating, the man studied Lance.
"I understand that I am in your debt, Lord Preston.", he spoke suddenly. "Not only did you spare us scandal by marrying Isabella, you also warned me of the Duke's foolishness and treachery. Of course, he got what he deserved.", he finished with a hearty laugh, though Isabella noted how her half sister's face twisted in anger at those words. Apparently she had really wanted the Duke...
"You always had an eye for secret court affairs and politics, from what I remember...", the king said slowly, but meaningfully. "Many courtiers still cant understand how you could give it all up, just to have more time with your wife here in the north."
But then his eyes moved to his mistress and he grinned. "Though who can blame a man who rather wants to indulge in pleasures of the flesh than in politics, right Preston?.", he added and laughed, his hand moving indecently to his mistress' thigh squeezing it through the gown.

 

[silvertongue217]

Lance stiffened hearing the king’s word and noticing how Isabella stiffened as well. He knew what brought her to him both from the king’s letter and from his spies but for the King to so openly mock his wife was both angry and sad. She was technically his daughter even if it was illegitimate and Lance knew what the King had used his daughter for before. It was a secret to most but Lance knew the kingdom well and as such it had little secrets that he didn’t know or was aware of. Every one who she was sent after mysteriously was quite about the affair but a few were willing to indulge what happened after another seductress came into view. Once he knew she was coming he researched her extensively getting as much info as possible. HE thought he had a working list off all her assignments but couldn’t be sure with out asking her.

Which he had no plans to do

So the king wanted to treat his wife like that? Okay fine he could play the game better than the king it was one of the reasons why he was of such use way back when before he met Elizabeth. If he forgot then maybe it was due time for him to remind the king. Plus Isabella was his wife and even though he didn’t want her to be she still deserved for him to defend her honor. Lance was a gentleman by default and he wouldn’t stand for any man treating her like that.

“The kingdom comes first” Lance said raising his goblet and sipping his water “I was simply doing my duty the Duke was going to be a fool and get his men killed he had to be stopped and I knew you would handle it as only a king could my liege” he said nodding before turning and giving his wife a radiant lustful smile. He leaned in kissing her neck and giving it a small nip as his hands slid down to mirror her fathers movements with her mother.

“I am afraid I am in your debt my king” Lance said gushing as he turned to beam at the king “your daughter has been nothing more than a delight since she has arrived bringing new life to the manor and my bed I have enjoyed every minute we have spent as man and wife and look forward to giving her many happy years an a few heirs for you two to dote on” he said giving her a lustful stare as he bit on his lip eye fucking her just as a newly wed man would.

The question was whether it was an act or not

 

[Mignonette]

Isabella was used to her father's lusty behaviour around her mother. It wasnt uncommon for the king to openly touch and even grope his beloved mistress during festivities, having her grind her body on his lap, or caressing her breasts through the fabric of her gowns.
While it was sickening on one hand, Isabella had to admire and respect her mother for having managed to wrapped such a powerful man around her finger and having kept him interested for so long. The king could have any pretty woman he desired, yet he always came back to her mother, the lady Margaret.

As Isabella turned to Lance, it was most unusual to see the same lusty expression of desire in his eyes. If he was playing the game, she would have to compliment him on his skills, for even she could almost believe it to be real.
His hand on her thigh and his lips on her skin made her body shiver and she had to fight back a moan of appreciation, for her body was finally receiving at least some of the attention it yearned for.

Her parents must have noticed the lust in her expression as they exchanged amused grins.
"Oh, I am sure that my dear Isabella is a delightful lover. She had learned well from her mother after all.", the king said, even though a father should never utter such words about his offspring.
"Let us not speak of the past, my King.", Isabella finally spoke up for herself, as he hand casually stroked Lance's arm, as if she was doing so completely subconsciously. "We all know what has happened, but I belong to only one man now, the one you have chosen for me. Besides, it seems as if all this talk is making Mary uncomfortable."
She turned towards her sister, who's face was as tense as her posture. She held a grip so tight on her goblet, that her knuckles had turned white and her hand was shaking slightly.

Noticing the attention falling on her however, she raised her head proudly and tried to regain some of her royal air.
"I am so glad to see you so happy in your marriage, dear sister.", Mary spoke, her words laced with venom. "Had you been able to control your desires any better, I would have been able to experience the very same joy. But alas, my betrothed has been labelled a traitor to the crown..."
She was obviously blaming Isabella for her misfortune, though the exiled princess could no comprehend how her utterly short affair with the Duke had anything to do with his rebellion against the king.
Not wanting to get into an argument however, Isabella focused her attention back on her husband and sent him a most enchanting and sensual smile.
"I can assure you now, dear Mary, that you will not have to worry about me losing control over my desires again. My husband here has perfect reign over them.", she said with a purr, which made the king laugh out loud.
"By God, you really do have my daughter caught in your charm, Preston.", he said as he continued laughing, before downing the content of his goblet. "Though to be honest, all this talk is making me crave a bed much more than a warm meal.", he added, his hand shamelessly moving under his wife's skirts. It all happened under the table, but Isabella had an eye for such things and knew very well that her mother would not be able to concentrate on the conversation for much longer.

 

[silvertongue217]

Lance noticed the king beginning to feel his wife up and smiled. Isabella probably didn’t know it but he spent company with both of them enough to know that the king was done with their dinner and the conversation in general. He knew his lust was legendary especially in regards to Isabella’s mother. He wondered how Isabella would feel if he knew about his history with her mother and how he had slid her into that position all those years ago…..

He caught Isabella’s mother eyeing him curiously and shook his head. Now wouldn’t be the time for them to talk about their past. Luckily he had never partaken in Isabella’s mother infamous charms so he didn’t think it would be to much of a problem for Isabella. On the other hand knowing he put her mother in the position and by an extent helped her come into existence might be upsetting to him. Only two people knew about that particular alliance and both were in the very room.

“I agree with you my king” Lance said putting his lusty smile on he wasn’t so vulgar to openly slide his hand under his wife’s dress but he did shoot her another lusty glare and took her hand “I think I must partake my self” He said getting up and gently bringing her up. He would have loved to have pushed the conversation more but if the king was going to be lusty then to an extent he had to as well. Of course it meant they would have to be in the room together earlier then expected and he couldn’t leave but he would have to keep his distance from her. He put on his musty lust filled face and smiled watching as Ian moved with the servants to clear the meal.

“My king you and your daughter my lovely new sister I believe” He said nodding at her and watching as she seethed at him technically both he and Isabella screwed her and he was curious to how she would react or rebuttal to that. It was always fun to see some one trying to get him back because he usually nipped them in the bud far before they could start against him “have the entire north section for your pleasure my wife and I are in the south we shall retire for the night and tomorrow we can go hunting” He said throwing out some thing to placate the king. He would probably claim to be sick tomorrow any ways but he did need to entertain while he was here.

“Are you ready to come to bed my dear” Lance said turning to her eye fucking her “or did you wish to spend some time with your sister?” Lance asked even as said sister snorted in indignation

 

[Mignonette]

"Good man, Preston.", the King approved as he rose, his hand sliding out from under his wife's skirt and moving to her ass instead, patting it fondly over the fabric of her gown.
"I shall see you on the morrow then. For some hunting of another kind. For now however I shall be hunting my beloved's screams of pleasure."
Margaret giggled at that and the two almost fled the dining chamber like two besotted youths.
All Isabella could do was to shake her head slightly at her parents' behaviour, but quickly she turned her attention to the last remaining family member in the room. Not that she had any real motivation to deal with her now.

"While I would love some conversation with my beloved sister....", she started, her smile and sweetness obviously fake. "...you have already set my body and mind on fire, dear husband. I would be quite unable to grant my sister the attention she deserves. Though Im sure she understands and wont object to us leaving as well."
Mary just nodded, not eager to engage in this pointless conversation any further.

Isabella and Lance walked with their arms linked until they reached the south wing of the castle, where she slowly detached herself from him. She didnt really want to, but she was not about to push her luck so obviously. She already guessed that he would want some distance now and she found a perfect excuse to grant him a moment of rest.
"I shall go and bathe if you dont mind.", she excused herself and walked towards the bathroom. While one might have expected for her to leave the door open to tease him, she did exact the contrary. She sent him one last sweet smile, before closing the door behind herself. She hadnt even granted him a little glimpse!

But that didnt mean that she didnt have a plan up her sleeve. Isabella just needed him to be more receptive to her advances and that would require him to relax a little after the ordeal with her parents first.
She took her sweet time scrubbing her body and hair with the sweet smelling soap she had brought from London, but when she rose out of the tub, she didnt much care to dry herself properly.
Instead she pulled her white linen nightshift over her still damp body, the material instantly clinging to her skin and becoming sheer in places.
He could not complain about her being undressed that way, yet she was still giving him a most inviting view.

She stepped out of the bathroom again, walking right towards him until he looked up. Only then did she stop and change her path of walking. "You may bathe as well now, if you wish. Tonight, we should retire early. Entertaining the king tomorrow will require a lot of energy.", she spoke almost casually as she moved to her side of the bed, swaying her hips seductively with each step.

 

[silvertongue217]

Lance sighed watching as his wife moved across the room in such sheer clothing. He licked his lips feeling his desire stirring once more and groaning at her movements. He tried to open his mouth and speak but then closed it clearing his throat and getting up. He knew she could tell he effected her knew he wasn’t guarding his feelings well but for once he didn’t care he was tired and he hadn’t partaken in wine enough today to put up a good front. Instead the older noble man turned all but fleeing into the bathroom and closing the door. He spent some time leaning against the door breathing heavily trying to take control of his lust. His year long celibacy was starting to take its toll on his body causing him to be in a constant horny state.

He knew that Ian would tell him to just indulge in his wife’s pleasure. He knew every one else would as well but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wanted to…. By the gods he wanted to! But in doing so he would actively cheat on his wife and every time he made a move he remembered Elizabeth. Her memory still haunted him her smile the taste of her lips even her body writhing in pleasure.

“Oh Elizabeth” Lance said coming over and starting the water letting the hot steam rise “what am I going to do?” He murmured pulling off his clothes with shaking hands. He disrobed and sank into the water trying to let the warm water soothe him in some way or form. He closed his eyes and relaxed trying to organize his thoughts and gain some semblance of control.

It never came the horny feeling only remained pulsating in the back of his head. He finally gave up and got out letting the water run out of his body in small rivers. He reached for the towel and quickly dried himself off before pausing to pull on his sleeping garmets. Lately the manor was hot so he left his shirt off instead opening the door slowly and stepping out. He closed the door and cleared his throat walking over to his side of the bed.

“I have to admit the hunting was only out of necessity” Lance murmured sliding into his side of the bed “I am not the biggest fan of hanging out with the king while he is hunting” He said trying to make conversation instead of her seducing him “I may pretend to be sick”

 

[Mignonette]

Isabella instantly saw what he was doing. He was trying to talk, so that he would not have to think about her body, about his lust and about his desire to fuck her. She knew he wanted to. His male instincts were easy to read for her, though she still had to compliment his heart and rationality for resisting his bodily urges for so long. It made him a formidable opponent in the game.

"Hunting can be most enchanting in the right company.", she said casually as she stayed on her side of the bed, leaving more than enough space between the two of them. Yet while she could have hidden underneath the blankets to hide her body, she had made herself comfortable on top of them, displaying her body in full effect. She knew how magnificent her breasts looked in her current position and the fact that her nightgown was clinging to her, outlining her dark and erect nipples only added to her seductive charm.
Yet she still continued to talk to him as if none of this was happening.

"In the privacy of our room I can admit that his Majesty is not the easiest guest to entertain and I do not blame you for wishing to fake sickness, but you know that he wont allow this. I am not sure you are aware, but the Duke of Essex had once refused to join the king's hunting party due to illness. The king thought he was faking it and demanded his presence regardless. The poor Duke had been sick for real and the hunting only made him worse. He passed away but a week later, bless his soul. What I am trying to tell you however is that the king wont accept any excuses. You are the host, the lord of this land, he will request your presence."
She herself would like nothing more than to hide from all her duties as hostess and daughter, but she would simply have to force a smile and endure.

"Take him a place where there is plenty of game. Hunting will keep him distracted and busy for at least most of the morning. And after such a trip he always retreats to spend more time with my mother. If you plan this trip right, we wont see much of him until the late afternoon."
She was helping him, but in this specific situation they had to be allies. Neither of them appreciated their unexpected guests after all.
"Now come, dont pull such an angry face.", she coaxed, her voice turning a notch sweeter. "Sleep a little instead."
She arched her back, displaying her breasts more prominently, as she pretended to get into a more comfortable position on the bed.

 

[silvertongue217]

“Your father knows not to demand my presence Lance murmured watching as her breast pushed out and licking his lips in hunger and lust “you may not know this but I was once big in the capital” he said letting the secret lose partly because he knew it might distract her from seducing him. He shifted under the sheets his body inching a little closer as he tried to force his erection down. He knew he shouldn’t be getting closer but he was uncomfortable and some how he knew being closer to her might make him a tad more…..

He gulped nervously knowing what his body was doing and how it was betraying his heart. He needed to move away not inch closer not stare at her with lust filled eyes…..

“Your father and I were even very close friends” He stated hurriedly “I mean political friends I personally never liked the man but he valued my unique skills he didn’t want me to leave the capital and tried every thing to make sure I stayed” He admitted not going into why he left. It hung in the air anyways her ghost once again intruding on their intimacy.

“In any case if I faked sick I’m sure he wouldn’t press me” He said shrugging “but you are right I shall go” He said even as he inwardly sighed “maybe you and I can take a walk after?” He asked before freezing as he realized what he offered. This was the first time he had asked her to spend private time with him sought out her company even.

 

[Mignonette]

He was inching closer, even as he kept up their regular conversation and Isabella could hardly contain a smile at that.
When he revealed his old position of power and his past closeness to the king, she raised her eyebrows in genuine surprise.
"Oh? Now that is most interesting.", she said. She had suspected his past influence at court, but for him to have been so closely connected with the king himself had ever entered her mind. Now however she also understood why her father had ended up choosing this man as her husband.
Isabella was tempted to ask why he had left all that power behind, but held back. She would have to sate her curiosity another time, for right now she didnt want him dwelling on the past.

Subtly, she also shifted closer to him, barely noticeable of course, as he offered for them to take a walk after the hunting. She chuckled a little at the invitation, but it was a goodnatured laugh.
"You suggest slipping away under false pretenses then?", she asked, her voice teasing a little. "Tell them that we wish to make passionate love in our room, while in truth we take a most innocent walk on the castle's premises. How very clever of you, husband."
She laughed again as she stared deeply into his eyes. "But I gladly accept the invitation. A walk does sound lovely."
So did the prospect of fucking and for a moment she was tempted to simply lean forward, cross the distance between them and press her lips against his.
But Isabella didnt move, his first rejection of her in his bed so many weeks ago still holding her back in being too forward and taking too many risks.

But she could feel her body shivering and it was both due to the slight chill in the room, as well as due to the most impure images that were currently running through her head. She could not stop her mind from picturing their walk in the castle gardens, with him suddenly pinning her against a tree, kissing her with all the passion he had been holding in all those months. His hands were tearing at her clothes until there was no more fabric between him and her naked flesh.
Isabella's breath hitched for a moment and she could not fight the blush rising to her cheeks. She should look away, because surely he would notice the lust in her eyes, but she could not turn her head. She didnt even really want to. Lance was much older than her and the year of mourning for his wife had left a mark on him, but she could still see how handsome he was. How she wanted to run her finger across his jawline and then lower over his torso, trailing downwards towards the object of her desire. If only he would let her, but she was too afraid to try, thinking it much too early still for such advances.

 

[silvertongue217]

Lance opened his mouth to say more but trailed off suddenly noticing the subtle electricity in the room. After her words she began to stare at him in a expression that must have mirrored his own. Her body was shivering and all eh could think about was what she offered instead of a walk. He imagined making passionate love with her giving in to his temptation and giving her what she wanted as well as he. Oh how he wanted it to! He couldn’t deny it not any more not when he was this super charged with lust and passion. He couldn’t do it any more couldn’t pretend there wasn’t some thing more couldn’t act like he didn’t want to tear her dress apart throw her on the bed and…..

“Oh god” Lance groaned looking at her with eyes so filled with lust there was no doubt what was on his mind. He looked torn half of him wanting to jump and attack her and the other half wanting to run away. He was teetering on the edge his breaking point just one-touch or innocent look away. He opened his mouth then snapped it shut suddenly wanting a drink maybe some wine between her br-

“Oh Isabella” He breathed his voice the tone of a lover not at all like it normally was “I don’t-“ He trialed off his head dropping a little as he struggled to contain him self. “I am not sure what to do” he finally murmured looking up his eyes shinning with both lust and uncertainty. He didn’t know what side would win out but he inched closer to her until they were mere inches away form each other. His chest was heaving naked and half hidden by the shadows of the moon light. His hair was disheveled half falling over his violet eyes and but not hiding the lust sparking in them.

He hesitantly reached out cupping her face and stroking his cheek. He wanted and needed to touch her even though that was surely a bad idea. His thumb stroked the soft part of her cheek starring at her his entire body trembling. It was clear what he wanted clear to any one that was around him the very air was charged with electricity and thick with both of their lust. He leaned forward and then paused not able to take it the next step not able to kiss her and give in to to his lust. He instead starred at her not even knowing his eyes were begging her to make the final step he could not make.

 

[Mignonette]

When he groaned, Isabella could see that he was at breaking point. She knew that this moment could go either way for her and she at first wasnt sure how to play her cards. So instead she remained perfectly still, continuing to stare at him with eyes full of lust and desire. She watched him fight an internal struggle until he finally voiced what she had already guessed.

I am not sure what to do.

The right words spoken now could sway him to her side and Isabella did not hesitate. "Just do what you want to do. What you truly want.", she whispered, her voice far more hoarse with pent up desire than she had expected. "I expect no love to bloom from this.", she added. "I expect nothing, in fact. Only that..."

Her voice died away slightly as he leaned closer, his hand reaching for his cheek and her head leaned into his gentle touch, showing that she welcomed it.
His lips were coming closer, but there was still hesitation. His loyalty to Elizabeth was more than touching and had Isabella been less selfish and not incredibly aroused, she would have pushed him away and spared him the torment.
Circumstances were different however and the young passionate woman did the exact opposite.

Her hand reached out and grasped his shoulder as she closed the distance between their lips. The first touch was soft, almost innocent, not wanting to overwhelm him and still give him the chance to pull away. The kiss lingered for a moment, but Isabella was not really in a mood for tender kisses. Such intimacies were reserved for loving couples and she was after something much more improper.
To her sex was just that, an act of carnal pleasure, which was meant to relieve the desires of both parties. Emotions of love made it more special perhaps, but they were not ultimately necessary in her eyes either.

She pulled away from Lance, her hand moving to stroke his neck. "I want you.", she whispered and sat up a little. Boldly, she took his hand and guided it towards one of her breasts allowing him to feel it through the thin material of her nightshift. And before he could utter a complaint, she kissed him again, though this time far more passionately, her mouth open and wishing to taste him.
When he returned the gesture, she moaned a little. The Lady Elizabeth must have been a very lucky woman, Isabella thought, for she found to be Lance's kissing skills to be most exquisite. He was demanding and passionate, yet still careful and almost tender with her. As they tasted each other, Isabella allowed her hands to roam over his torso, arms and back, getting to know the body of her soon to be lover.
His hands on her body made her shiver all over and suddenly she started to get annoyed with her garment. She wanted to feel him on her skin, but at the same time the kiss was far too pleasurable to break.

 

[silvertongue217]

The minute his hands went to her breast Lance knew he was done. In truth maybe he was done the minute there lips touched or when he got in bed with her. Lance wasn’t sure at what point he decided to have his new wife but suddenly he knew without a shadow of a doubt he would. His lust it seemed was finally controlling his body pushing him over the edge and winning out over his heart. Elizabeth entered his mind for a second but he pushed it away. Isabella deserved his attention at least plus she would only bring feelings of guilt and his mounting lust wouldn’t let him break this act. He could feel his entire body literally screaming at him to take her to throw caution to the wind and fuck her with ruthless abandon. He was gone lost to his lust and overcome with the desire to taste his wife over and over again.

He touched her breast his hands immediately fondling it through her shirt. He heard her breathy I want you and he growled against her mouth as a form of answer his lust preventing him from speaking. The soft glow of the two candles that lit the room left his body half hidden in shadows and some how made him look dark and dangerous. He felt her hands roaming his pale muscular torso and back and groaned suddenly needing to be out of his pants, which felt on fire. He wondered if she felt such a desire to be out of her shirt and felt his large cock buck in his pants with the thought.

He pulled away staring at her his chest heaving and his eyes sparking and darkening with dangerous lust. He looked at her and he knew that this wouldn’t be an act of love. She didn’t love him and he didn’t love her he had grown to care for her probably more than she realized but he could tell she needed the release and probably would have found it somewhere else before him. He knew all that but his lust prevented him from reacting to it instead shoving the reasoning behind a wall and instead filling his head with the thoughts of fucking her. Lance felt himself relaxing if he was going to do it he might as well fuck her hard if he was going to give himself he might as well make it a incredible experience for both of them.

He got up his hands leaving her breast but not before giving her swollen nipple a firm tug through her shirt. He kissed her hard again biting on her lip and sucking on it before he pushed his pants down and off. He teased her keeping his lower body under the blankets just showing her a hint of slender hips a dark curly happy trail and the hint of a dark forest of hair waiting for her. He moved back to her pressing his hardened length against her hips as he kissed her hard and rough his tongue sliding in and dominating her mouth. His hands grasped the t-shirt and jerked it up all but ripping it off of her and tearing it in a few places. He tossed it to the side but continued kissing her letting his hands roam her back and stomach before finding her breast and grabbing both in his hands he fondled and messaged them his larger smoother hands covering her breast easily.

 

[Mignonette]

She had him and she knew it. The sense of victory that suddenly filled her only added to the sweet pleasure his hands were giving her. She moaned in encouragement, knowing full well that nothing spurred on a man more than the lustful sounds of his lover.
What Isabella liked most of all was the intensity of Lance's touches. He seemed almost desperate to feel her body, to touch her everywhere and to ultimately claim her.

Their hands were busy, exploring with reckless abandon just as much as their tongues were. At one point they pulled away, though it was not for very long. She watched as he took of the last of his garments, though did not show himself to her. Isabella did not mind. She knew very well that she would see, and most importantly, feel, the object of her desire soon enough. For now she abandoned herself to his touches, purring when he all but tore her shift from her body.
The material was so thin, it stood no chance against his eagerness. Now that they were both nude, Isabella finally felt free.

She ran her hand through his hair and down his neck as she whispered lewd encouragements for him to play with her breasts more or to pinch her nipples. She was a woman who was not afraid to talk in the bedroom, letting her lovers know how well they were doing.

When Lance least expected it, Isabella's hand sneaked downwards, grasping his shaft. She moaned when she found him already quite hard against her palm.
"I see you want me as much as I want you.", she whispered and changed position so that she was kneeling in front of him on the bed. She used her hand to pull away the blanket, revealing his body to her, yet she did not look down, but instead held eye contact with him.
Blindly, she reached for his cock, grasping it once more, though a little more tightly so. From years of experience she had learned just what kind of pressure tore the deepest groans from her lovers and as she heard his first noise of appreciation, she began to eagerly pump her hand along his shaft.

He hadnt taken a woman in a long time and Isabella wanted for him to cum at least once before she would fuck him. She liked her sessions long and hard and she had quickly learned that her partners would last much longer if she pleasured them first.
She scooted a little closer to him, her hand still continuing to stoke and please him as she moved to kiss him again.
"Has a woman ever tasted you?", she breathed against his lips. She knew that many ladies found the act repulsive and only worthy of prostitutes, but Isabella knew that men loved this service and many were even kind enough to return the favour.

 

[silvertongue217]

Lance heard her murmur those deliciously sinful words in his ear and groaned pumping his cock into her hands with reckless abandon. His body was screaming in victory chanting a solid yes! That he had given into their desires and was about to bed Isabella. Lance truly didn’t think he ever wanted any thing more than to have her to taste every inch of her body and then firmly push him self into the pleasure of her cunt. He groaned in pleasure and trembled at her hands almost coming undone in her skilled soft female hands. A part of him wanted to torn down the pleasures of her mouth, as he was so eager to bury his sword into her maidenhead that any thing else would simply no be enough. Luckily he was skilled enough in the art of pleasure to know that his yearlong celibacy would make his first loud quick to come a fact she was no doubt aware of as well. He wanted to take her long and hard a few jerks and then collapsing on top of her would not sate either of their hungers and as much as he didn’t want to wait he knew letting her taste his essence and bring him to orgasm and release that way would be much better.

Her question however game him pause did he tell her his wife used to enjoy orally pleasuring him? That in truth she would spend hours with him sitting at his desk and her suckling on his cock and pleasuring her self with it. He knew it would be highly improper (hell it was at the time!) but wasn’t quite sure how she would take it. Worse her words had reminded him of her wife and the guilt was starting to return in full force. He hurriedly focused on her hand closing his eyes and willing the images and memories to go away.

“Yes” He breathed deciding on the honest answer if not the full story “not in a long time though” He murmured hopping she wouldn’t pick up the hint that it was his wife and just think it a prostitute in his youth. The set of his shoulders blades and the way he was closing his eyes however would show more than likely that was not the case. Lance didn’t know it but his careful and legendary poker face and control of his emotions did not hold up in regards to the topic that was his wife. No matte how hard he tried to pretend other wise.

Wanting to keep her focused on pleasure and not the question He hurriedly ran his hands back down to her breast firmly needing them and finding her nipples. He squeezed and rubbed the tender nubs of flesh pulling at them even though he had already spent quite a bit of time pawing at them. He thrust his cock with her hands as well hopping the thick large beast that was his cock would make her hunger more than her thirst for questions.

 

[Mignonette]

His confirmation did not surprise her much in the end. And Isabella was quick to guess who had showered him with such pleasure. Still, she didnt feel threatened by memories of his wife at all. She had no doubt that Elizabeth had done a magnificent job in taking her husband's cock between her lips, but Isabella had been trained for the task. Her mother had called on several tutors for her, each teaching her some valuable techniques that normal women would never learn.
And she planned to use some of them to her advantage now.

"Then Im sure you will enjoy this.", she whispered, before moving to kiss him passionately again. Her lips lingered on his for a while, before they soon trailed to his jaw, then over his neck, moving steadily lower to the part of him that eagerly awaited her.
When she finally laid eyes on his cock, she purred happily. She had already felt his size, but seeing it for herself only confirmed the fact that he was well endowed. Instantly Isabella imagined how his cock would feel inside of her, stretching and filling her womanhood and making her scream in delight. She had had lovers of all sized, but the ones that satisfied her the most had always filled her, their cockheads pushing against her cervix with each thrust.

But such pleasures were for later. For now, she had another task at hand. She placed an almost chaste kiss on the tip of his manhood, before giving it a long lick, from the tip to the base and then another in the opposite direction.
She licked him for a while, her fingers teasing his balls at the same time.
Suddenly, without a warning she wrapped her moist lips around him and took him into her mouth.
Confidently, she began bobbing her head along his length, with each motion taking about half an inch more into her mouth. It was teasing him of course, but it was also allowing her to adjust herself to his size. She had learned a long time ago to take a man's cock down her throat and she remembered how often her lovers had been surprised by this skill.
She silently wondered how Lance would react and she looked up as the first part of him slipped deeper. She was not gagging, though she was concentrating on staying relaxed.
His groan of delight would have drawn a smile from her, but the sense of victory showed in her eyes. Satisfied, she began to deepthroat him in earnest, giving him all she had.

By the time she felt his cock pulsate, ready for release, her hands began to massage his balls gently, as she kept just the head of his cock between her lips, stroking it with her tongue.

 

[silvertongue217]

He was not wrong it would seem his darling new wife and the kings little sex toy was indeed the excellent cock sucker. Lance groaned in pleasure having no doubt that the girl was tutored extensively in the arts that were making him groan and moan in pleasure. He had never felt any thing quite like her mouth on his cock. Her technique was sinful in the effect it had on her body every thing from the way her mouth moved to her tongue and hands was seemingly moving to give him the maximum amount of pleasure. Lance made a mental note when he finally got a chance to talk to his old friend Margaret to thank her for teaching her daughter the same skills she had learned all those years ago. He could only imagine the lessons and the tutors his young wife taught under in order to learn these lessons. His cock certainly was enjoying it judging by the way it bucked and leaked his pre nectar into her waiting mouth. He knew he wouldn’t last long under such an expert and mentally relaxed threading his hands through her hair and letting the first release come naturally. It would do him no good to hold it off and as soon as he came he could work on getting hard again and making his way into her waiting cunt a prospect he was looking forward to with each passing suck and lick.

When he did cum it was explosive in its deliverance. He moved forward making sure his cock was as deep into her mouth as possible. He let go and felt his balls tighten before his cock twitched and then began blasting his cum into her mouth. He felt the first two powerful shots come out the ropes of sticky sweet cum pushing into her throat as he moaned in pure pleasure. He felt his cum begin to flow more easily becoming a river of sweet nectar that fed into her mouth. He purred in pleasure continuing to thread and stroke her hair as he let her drink and eat her cum. A part of him was worried she wouldn’t enjoy it or be made he took the liberty with out asking. Of course then he rembered her past profession and some how knew it wouldn’t be a problem. He was sure he wasn’t the first guy to cum in her mouth.

But hopefully he would be the last

He waited until his cock grew limp and pulled it out of her mouth groaning in pleasure as he pulled. It fell against his thigh spent but twitching a sure sign that he could go again given time and sensuality. He ran a hand through his long hair before standing up and kissing the top of her head.

“Thank you for that” He whispered clearing his throat trying to resist the urge to feel the guilt. Now that his lust had subsided he could feel it coming more strongly. He didn’t know it but his eyes flashed hinting at the darkness that was to come as he stroked her cheek.

 

[Mignonette]

Isabella applied herself with pleasure to her task, making sure to make the experience as thrilling as possible. When he began thrusting into her, she knew that he was close. But in the end she wasnt quite prepared for the volume of his release. While she should have expected it after such a long time of celibacy, it was still a most pleasant surprise and she drank all of it, like a person who has been granted water in the desert.

She kept licking at his flesh until he was limp again and even after she released him did she lick her lips for the last remnants of his taste.
"I wanted to do this.", she told him after he had thanked her. She stared into his eyes and saw the doubt and guilt appear. She was losing him again, but she wasnt ready for that yet. So she reached out, placing her hands on his torso, her fingers moving ever so slightly.
"Do not feel guilty.", she told him gently. "Your heart will always be hers. And I will not try to change that. But Elizabeth is not here anymore. Let me at least take care of your carnal needs." She tried to make him see that Elizabeth would not be hurt by him finding some release. Especially not if he was still loyal to her emotionally at least.

"I know that you want me.", she continued, now covering his neck in light kisses after she had closed the distance between them. "And I want you to take me with all the need and passion you feel. As your wife I dont demand that you love and treasure me. All I want is your respect and your desire."
She was drawing a clear line for their relationship, hoping that this would help him sort out his emotions.
Still seeing a leftover spark of desire, Isabella decided to make a bold move after all. She grabbed his hand and led it between her thighs, where her pussy was already moist with desire for him.
"Do you really want to deny yourself this?"

 

[silvertongue217]

Lance groaned feeling her placing light kisses on his neck and pressing her body against his. He felt the guilt subsiding the lust coming back in full force. He wasn’t sated by any means even though he had a release he was craving her cunt and craving shoving his cock into it. He needed it he realized even as his cock began to limp and try to raise back up to its full girth he needed the release. He apologized to Elizabeth once more inside of his head hopping she would forgive him for what he was doing. Her words reached him still allowing him to have a slight bit of rationalization he felt a sting at her words as he realized a part of him was being selfish she wasn’t expecting to be loved or treasured by him? Did he think eh would just use her and be done with it? It stung him more than any thing to realize she was giving him pleasure in bed but expecting nothing in return.

But could he really give it?

He felt her hand being brought down to her cunt and he expertly cupped it grinding his palm against the swollen lips. He purred in pleasure and arched his neck letting her have more access to it as he ground his palms against her wet sex roughly. His other hand went back to her nipples pulling and teasing on them clearly marking him as a breast man. He strayed down to her ass after a few minutes palming and messaging the orbs in his hand even as he opened his eyes and starred at her intently. He kissed her hard and passionately using the surprise to slide two fingers in and pump them in and out curling and uncurling them slowly.

“I don’t want to deny my self your womanhood” He finally said his voice a low sexy whisper “but I don’t want to use you like that Isabella” He said groaning at the feeling of her wet woman hood “you say you don’t demand love or me to treasure you but you are a beautiful girl Isabella you deserve a man who can love you and give you those things not some man who mourns a woman long dead”

He removed his fingers reluctantly his cock half hard but his eyes showing a certain regret “I want you” He stated clearly “I want to fuck you hard I want to make love to you in a way im sure you haven’t experienced before I want to give you wild rough passionate animalistic sex and it mean some thing” He said frowning “you deserve that” he murmured getting out of bed and standing hesitantly in front of her his cock half hard dangling between his man.

“You should have these things” He murmured looking out the window “not a broken man”

 

[Mignonette]

Isabella was in heaven when he began touching her with expert hands. She was grinding her hips against his hand, getting wetter by the minute. When he turned his attention to her breasts, she began to moan softly, openly showing how much she loved what he was doing.
It was so good to have an experienced lover, who knew exactly where to touch and how much of it was needed to drive her wild.
"Ohhh, Lance...", she moaned his name in pleasure again, though for the first time in his presence.

When he slipped his fingers into her, the moans escaping her throat became more pronounced and her hands moved to grab his shoulders, steadying herself as she continued to rock her hips against his fingers inside of her.

But suddenly the moment lost some of its spark as she heard Lance speak. She opened her eyes, raising an eyebrow at him. Use her? If anything, she felt as if she was the one using him! Her body had been handed round by the king as soon as she had become old enough, so she didnt know sex in any other way. It didnt mean anything and it didnt have to. It was just about pleasure....was it not?

His fingers slipped out of her and she sighed with regret, allowing her body to sit down on the bed, as she continued to stare at her lover full of bewilderment.
"If you wish to fuck me...why dont you just do it? I am quite willing.", she spoke softly, as if trying to understand where his problem was. She had never experienced the intimate coupling he had shared with Elizabether - a joining of hearts as much as of bodies.
She watched as he got out of bed and another sigh of defeat escaped her, her head dropping.
"I dont know what you expect me to want...", she whispered finally. "You say I deserve things I have never even thought about. I dont even know what they mean." Almost frustrated she ran a hand through her long hair. "You claim I should be loved, but I dont know what that is, my lord. But I know what pleasure is and it is enough for me."
How could she miss something she didnt even know after all?

Thinking that they were done for the night she shifted on the bed, ready to get comfortable under the blankets. She still felt a tingle of desire between her legs, but she tried to force her body to calm down.

 

[silvertongue217]

He heard her words and he winced realizing just what sex was to her. Of course her time with the king hadn’t been any thing more than that her being passed around and learning to use sex for information and spying. He knew enough about her many illicit liaisons with the noble men that sex was probably very disappointing some times satisfying but never what it could be. There was a part of him that felt sad for her he had experienced true love with Elizabeth and their sex life was ten times the better for it. He wanted that for her no he needed to give her that he was her husband after all and even if his heart would always belong to Elizabeth well… He felt Isabella deserved a chance of sorts or at least he would show her what true sex and love making is. He owed her that much he needed to give her that much to atone for the disappointment he would be during the course of their marriage.

“Were not done” Lance said softly watching her getting ready to go to bed and shaking his head he climbed back in bed his cock still half hard starring at her hungrily. He grabbed the blanket she was about to move onto her body and pulled it away keeping her nude form for his eyes to feast on “I want you Isabella make no mistake of that even though I have fought it even though I have treat you poorly not a night has gone by sine your arrival where I have not lusted after your body I have let a ghost get in the way and even though Elizabeth will never be far from my heart I want you to be happy in your marriage with me” He stated kneeling on the bed and watching her raising an eyebrow.

“If you want to have sex with me tonight then I wish it to” He stated simply his cock jumping still half hard but clearly ready for more “I do not want to fuck you though” He states running a hand up and down her leg slowly prying her legs apart and reveling her moist sex “were going to do it my way” He stated sliding between her legs and running his hands up and down her body.

“No more games from me or hesitation” He breathed grabbing her breast in both of his hands and messaging firmly. The touch was enough to spring his cock into action and he felt the large swollen head gently stroking the outside of her cunt. He locked eyes with her knowing that she had probably never had some one maintain such deep eye contact with her during sex. He popped the head of his cock in and out for a few seconds teasing her before he leaned down not breaking eye contact with her until his lips firmly and gently caressed hers……

He gave a thrust as the kiss deepened letting his large thick cock fill her he took his time letting it slowly and gently fill her all the time kissing her and caressing her body wrapping her in a lovers embrace. He ran his hands all over her body gently letting it trail over her body in slowly gentle circles he kissed her gently as well softly nibbling on her lower lip every once in a while as his cock filled her inch by inch. He didn’t stop until his balls rested against her ass letting her stretch and fit to him as he continued opt make love and worship her body touching her in places she had never felt before and kissing her like no other

 

[Mignonette]

Isabella had resigned herself to the fact that she would be spending yet another night unsatisfied, but to her surprise, and true delight, she discovered that the night was not over yet. Still, at first she hesitated, not believing it to be true. Yet she watched him climb into bed with her, getting closer to her body.
The words he spoke however were confusing. "You want to sleep with me, but you will not fuck me?", she asked, not understanding how those two could be different.

Still, she was willing to surrender herself and allow him to show her what he had in mind.
His touch on her leg was strangely gentle, but when he used his strong hands to guide her legs apart, her arousal returned instantly.
She felt his hands moved to her breasts, massaging them gently, taking his time to explore her. She had had quite a few men play with her like this, but there was a gentleness to everything he did that was so deliciously sweet, yet teasing.
All the while he kept staring at her and Isabella found it impossible to look away. It made her feel closer to Lance than she had ever felt to a man before. She was studying his expression as he explored her, reveling in the delight and lust she saw reflected in his eyes as he explored her.

She could also feel him between her legs, but he was not about to just thrust into her. He was taking his time, allowing her to just experience the tip of his cock against her wet folds. Isabella tried to wiggle her hips at him, trying to get him to fill her, but he didnt allow her. He had stated clearly that this would happen according to his rules, which obviously meant no frenzied wild sex with only selfish release in mind.

As he continued to touch her, Isabella became fully aware of her body. He was caressing her in places most men just ignored, making her skin prickle. He was worshiping her body instead of using it and it gave her a thrill she had never felt before. For the first time Isabella felt appreciated and taken care of.
She closed her eyes as his lips claimed hers, though again it was no torrid kiss, but a slow sensual one. Their tongues were not fighting a raging battle for dominance, but were instead leisurely exploring and tasting each other.
One of his hand joined hers and their fingers interwined. It was such a simple, yet extremely intimate gesture, which made her heart flutter.

And suddenly she could feel him pushing in. Again, she was used to men shoving themselves into her in one go, riding and fucking her without a care. And she had learned to love, or at least tolerate such couplings.
Lance was so different. He was delving deeper inch by inch, making her painfully aware of his size and girth, as well as their closeness. She wanted to buck her hips, but she held back, wanting to enjoy this experience for as long as possible.

Finally he was all the way inside her, the tip of his cock resting against her cervix. He broke the kiss and looked at her again, capturing her with his eyes.
Without thinking about it, Isabella reached out with her free hand and caressed his cheek almost gently. He was not moving and the feeling was delicious and maddening at the same time. Not being able to resist, Isabella began to rotate her hips, trying to get him to move within her.
"Please.", she breathed out, surprised to notice that her voice was hoarse with desire.

He did begin to move, but again, it was all slowly and with care. Each thrust was drawn out to make her feel and appreciate his length as it slid into her core. Within moments she was moaning, but those were not the passionate, desperate calls for release, but true enjoyment of what was happening to her.
Her own hands explored the body of her lover, for the first time taking it slow, allowing her to get to know every muscle.
Was this what they called making love? It was so very different from the sex she was used to. She actually felt connected with Lance. Not just on a physical, but also on a more emotional level. It was not love of course, but the a deep bond that showed that they were sharing something special.

 

[silvertongue217]

He felt her every inch of her responding to him. Lance was surprised at how much she actually enjoyed it how much she seemed to be pleasured by the experience. Lance honestly expected some sort of fight from his new wife some sort of desire to be roughly fucked. He was glad however that she wasn’t because in all honesty the beast inside of him was calling for the other. He wanted to make sweet love to her wanted to show her what she was missing but a part of him wanted the other wanted to have the rough vigorous sex she was more accustomed to. Of course Lance knew you could have both and it still be making love but Lance knew Isabella could see it that way not yet. He needed to be made sweet love to he needed to show her how pleasurable it could be. After they could have the other and still retain the connection. It was what he wanted what he-

Lance continued to fuck her slowly thrusting his body in and out of her delicious woman hood even as he thought about this new predicament. He was talking as if he was okay with this as if he was going to continue this. Surely this was one time? Surely he wouldn’t be able to continue cheating on Elizabeth. He gave her long slow deep thrust going in deep even as he tried to wrap his head around the new predicament. Lance was lost his heart torn more than he realized he loved Elizabeth with all his heart yet here he was thinking about his life with his new wife a wife who had been given to him out of shame and not out of love. She didn’t really care about him after all their marriage was one forced on both of them and not wanted. Maybe she would grow to care for him at one point but he couldn’t be sure of that.

He felt her moaning and grinned pushing it out of his mind. The other could wait for tomorrow for now he would focus on her and forget the world. It was a refreshing change of pace to give himself to her forget the world and get lost in her and her pleasure. The eye connection went both way and even as Isabella was drawn into her handsome new husband Lance allowed to himself to get lost in his sensual beautiful wives orbs. He moaned and began thrusting more steadily giving her the long deep strokes she was unaccustomed to. He took his time in every thing drawing his cock out until just the head was inside of her before thrusting it back in deeply. Her please of desire only further spurred her on. He felt her exploring his body and he groaned moving his head slightly and burying him self in her neck. He smelled her sweet scent and groaned in pleasure biting and sucking and nibbling on the flesh as he continued to pump in and out of her. He allowed his own hands to continue to roam her body finding her favorite spots and stroking and teasing them with the expert hands of an accomplished lover or one who had a special connection with her. His hands eventually found her legs stroking and manipulating the smooth pale legs as he continued to thrust in and out and attack her neck. He felt his release coming but held it back wanting to prolong the moment as much as possible. He would wait until she came and cum with her sealing their love making and giving her more pleasure than she had ever experienced.

He used his cock to bring her closer adjusting his strokes so his cock hit her g spot. He continued his assault on her cunt moving his head so he could look straight into her eyes. The dark violet stormy eyes sparkled with lust and love a strange combination she never saw before. His thrust continued as he starred at her his touch on her legs electric.

 

[Mignonette]

The experience was more than Isabella could ever have asked for. The feelings were so new, so intense and so magical. She was getting to know a completely different kind of pleasure as Lance was fucking her closer towards her climax. No, he was not fucking her. He was making love to her, she corrected herself.
What was strange was the buildup of it all. During wild sex, the climax would always hit her out of nowhere, shattering her from inside. With Lance, it was a gradual build up. She could experience, and most of all enjoy, each stage that brought her closer to the edge. There was simple arousal at first, then the first tremors of pleasure and then the increasing ride towards her bliss.

Her moans turned louder and more frequent as she held her lover tightly, wanting to be as close to him as possible. For what seemed like minutes he kept her on the edge of her climax, never allowing her to quite reach it. It was the most maddening, yet most delicious feeling she had ever experienced.
And then she knew that it was coming. It was washing over her in waves, each bigger than the last. And suddenly Isabella surprised even herself by doing something she had never done before. Instead of screaming out her climax into the room, she moved to kiss Lance, as her pussy convulsed around him, gripping his shaft tightly inside of her.
Normally, she never sought such closeness to her sexual partners during climax. Her orgasm was a selfish moment just for herself, but with Lance it was different. She wanted to share this moment of pure ecstasy with him, wanting to be intimate. She moaned into the kiss when she felt him pulsate within her, filling her with his cum just a moment later and causing another wave of pleasure to run through her.

By the time their lips broke apart, he was already growing soft within her and yet still Isabella didnt want to let him go. She had enjoyed their proximity more than she ever would have imagined.
Eventually however they moved apart completely, yet Isabella still reached out to gently run her hand over his chest.
"Thank you.", she whispered, a tender smile on her face. "I never thought...I never knew this could be so special...so gentle and loving."
It was impossible to put into words just how he had made her feel, but she hoped that he could understand from the satisfied and truly happy expression on her face.

 

[silvertongue217]

Lance pulled out feeling his wet sticky cock drop down between his legs spent. It had been so ling he had a release that his cum had been thick and many in volume. Even he was a little taken back by just how much there was. He tried to remember the last item he came and frowned realizing he couldn’t remember. Elizabeth was sick during the end of her time on earth and there hadn’t been much time for love making even if he had he might have broken her because of how frail she was. Lance suddenly realized it was a lot longer than a year since he had sex a fact that surprised and saddened him. He still missed Elizabeth but he was glad he was able to show Isabella the other.

“You welcome Isabella” Lance said smiling and surprising her by taking her into his arms. He moved getting comfortable on the bed and relaxing into her body. Her warmth heated him up causing him to purr a little in pleasure before he closed his eyes. The long day of entertaining the king and giving her this hit him hard and soon he was fast asleep snoring gently against her as his body rumbled.

He awoke as he always did just as dawn was beginning to break over the horizon the room eh shared with Elizabeth was set up so that they could catch the morning light and enjoy it together. He felt his wife stirring beside him and pulled her close breathing in Elizabeths….

Lance froze realizing that the woman in his bed was not Elizabeth. He quickly extracted himself from Isabella moving out of bed as fast as he could with out disturbing her. The morning light brought the guilt with it and he had to swallow hard as he starred at sleeping nude form. He knew he shouldn’t but a part of him wanted to just crawl back into bed with her and sleep go back to bliss. The memories of their coupling last night returned and he sighed internally feeling the pull to go back to her and stop feeling guilty. His guilt won out however and he turned sending a silent prayer asking for forgiveness from Ellizabeth before he got dressed. He pulled on his hunting out fit long pants a boot and a jacket to help ward off the chill off the mountains before heading downstairs and to breakfast. He knew Isabella would be up when protocol dictated her be up he was sure so he paid her no mind instead going to join the others at breakfast.
“good morning” The king said his wife sitting on his lap and feeding him grapes ”did you get any sleep old friend?” he asked waggling his eye brows suggestively

“Some” Lance answered a little smug since it was the truth for once “I think my wife shall be joining us shortly” he said making him self a plate.

 

[Mignonette]

That night, they fell asleep in each other's arms, yet another new experience for Isabella. None of her previous lovers had ever been allowed to stay in her bed and she never allowed them to keep her in theirs. Once the act was over, the parties had parted ways. Sleeping with Lance close to her was comforting and warm and Isabella slept incredibly well.

By the time she woke up fully however, her lover had disappeared, leaving her rather disappointed. She didnt know why, but somehow she had hoped for Lance to still hold her when she woke up. Even more, she had hoped for another round of sex with him in the morning, but apparently it was not meant to be.

She got up and dressed in a blood red and black riding gown, before going downstairs to face her family. She could already hear the king's laughter from the hallway, though the reason for his amusement only reached her ears when she was almost ready to step into the room.

"I am amazed that Isa agreed to go riding still.", the king joked. "Margy here is so sore that she wont manage to go on horseback." His mistress blushed and giggled at those words until she spied her daughter's arrival.
"Ah, Isabella. There you are. Looking as fresh and beautiful as a woman should after a satisfying night.', she greeted her with a smile, which Isabella somehow managed to return.
"You are not joining us for the hunt, mother?", she asked politely, but Lady Margaret waved her hand.
"Oh no, my dear. I have been riding all night. I dont think my poor body can take handing another stallion."
Again the couple laughed at their lewd jokes and Isabella sent an apologetic look to Lance. She was used to them, having known nothing else all her life, but somehow they still managed to make her uncomfortable at times.
"What about Mary?", Isabella quickly changed the topic.
"She is still in bed. Go on without her. Your father is quite intent on hunting down a stag for me.", Margaret said and looked towards Lance. "You will help arrange that, wont you? Our dear Isabella is an excellent rider, but she is hard to convince to kill the prey in the end."