Queen's Man (Closed for Graybread)

[Why]

Katherine Hardcastle

Devon pressed his lips to Katherine's. She felt the anger bubble inside her. As his hands slid round to her back and his lips pressed harder the anger inside her changed.

It was unfamiliar this feeling, this desire. Her body was no longer hers to control but Devon's. What he wished her body allowed as her mind floundered under the sensations.

Down on to the bunk they flowed. The rapiers clattering to the floor, swept away by Devon's hand. Part of Katherine tried to reject what was happening. Devon was her nemesis. He was everything she had wanted to be a Queen's man in fact. He was her father's pupil and friend. He was.....

The thoughts were swamped by the touch of his tongue on her neck. The chill dampness left by his mouth as it trailed down to her breast made her tense.

She felt Devon withdrawal a little as if waiting for her to lash out. She didn't, just lay there waiting, hoping for the next lesson. It came. Devon's mouth closed round her nipple. Katherine heard herself groan. Part pain, part pleasure as the pink flesh tightened under his touch.

She made to speak, but his mouth closed over hers again as his hands explored her, reaching for her secret women's place then withdrawing. Katherine frowned. Was he comparing her to the ladies of the court, she was no soft, rounded lady skilled in the arts of love. Oh God's bones she mentally swore. He will laugh at me. I don't even know how to "touch" him.

Her muscles twitched then Devon's weight was gone from her. That's it then... he has... Katherine made to move to try and regain some dignity. It had been bad before, now it would be impossible.

But before she could roll of the bed, Devon's weight again pushed her down on the bunk. His naked flesh clinging to hers and his hand guiding hers to his manhood. For a second her fingers refused to close round it. Then they did, transmitting the sensations of touching him to her mind. So hard, yet the skin so soft and warm, no hot... so hot.. Her hand tightened.

Devon groaned. Katherine released her hold, thinking she had hurt him. But Devon's hand closed over hers encouraging her to hold him tight, to move her hand up to run over the damp head of his manhood. She felt it move and twitch under her fingers, pushing at her belly.

Devon's lips came down again on her breast and Katherine's mind swam.

 

[Graybread]

Devon Masterson

Devon was delighted at Katherine’s nonresistance. He had expected her to resist him, to fight against him as she had in all the years he had known her. He released her breast and moved up her body.

Hardcastle may have no experience in the sexual act, but she apparently knew how it was supposed to be preformed. Her knees spread more, and still holding his erect manhood, she guided him to her vulva before removing her hand. Devon rose up on his elbows, looking down at Katherine as he pressed himself harder against the wetness he felt between her legs. The look on her face served to arouse him even more.

She was aroused herself and willing to let him continue but he could tell he could only go as far as she would allow. He may take her sexually but he would never conquer her. She would never become a simpering painted lady of the court, but always her own woman.

It was that, that aroused him more than anything. He may never best her with the rapier; they had trained under the same master after all. However, that same master had given her, her independence as well. He pressed harder into her, realizing at the same time that the best that they could be were equals.

He heard her gasped as her maidenhead broke and he slipped fully into her.

At least she will learn to dance at the tip of this rapier, he thought.

He paused to allow the pain to pass and then started to move slowly, working his hips, withdrawing and slowly inserting again. He was the ‘master’ at the moment, but he knew the fire that fueled her temper as well. He began to build his tempo, stoking that fire in her. His hands slipped under her back as he pressed into her. He could see the tempest building in her eyes.

 

[Why]

Katherine Hardcastle

Knowing the basic facts about lovemaking was not the same as experience. Seeing a swordsman execute a riposte and being on the receiving end of the sword were two different things.

Now Katherine was run through, impaled. Her mind was swamped by emotions and sensations. The feel of the head of Devon’s manhood as it sought entrance to her.

Soft yet firm. Driven home. A blow struck.

The pain, sharp, a snapping. The increase in wetness as the blood of her maiden head flowed. Katherine bit her lower lip; she would not gasp in pain. Would not allow Devon to know he had. But his did know, his body was in hers slipping in deeper, withdrawing, turning the pain to pleasure.

The slick rasp of flesh entering flesh.

She instinctively raised her hips, her inner muscles tightening. She held him firm within her. Each movement he made to withdraw from her Katherine was reluctant to allow, she clung with her body, fingers digging into his arms, eyes searching his.

Does he believe he owns me now?the thought rattled through the pleasure of each stroke. He never shall. Even if I allow this. Want this. Katherine moaned and writhed under Devon. Her hands moved off his arms and onto his buttocks. She gripped hard. Each thrust of his body into her she met now with hers. Deeper. Harder. To the hilt each time. Katherine wanted Devon to fill her. To be locked in this battle with her. And it was a battle and what was the climax, she did not know, but it was building to one. Her body shook, telling her it wanted more.

 

[Graybread]

Devon Masterson

Devon was not surprised with Katharine’s enthusiasm with her first encounter with sex. He had known her most of her life, and knew that if she discovered something she found worth doing, she would do it with well. Her prowess with the rapier was proof of that. His shoulder made a slight twinge with the thought. Many times they had ‘danced’ around the practice floor, blades slashing through the air. He had never thought she should hold a blade, and had many times tried, and failed, to show her that fact.

It was that same determination that he now saw in her eyes, only this time not to keep him at arms lengths, but to pull him closer. He would not fail in the encounter with her, nor would he try to best her. This was not a competition of betters, but an experience of lovers, of man and wife.

She pulled him deeper into her, and he answered with deeper thrusts. Faster he entered her as she clutched at his buttocks. He needed to take her over the brink, he at least was the experienced one at this.

He knew in the back of his mind that their relationship had changed from this point on. Maybe, just maybe they could be amiable from now on, a partnership perhaps.

 

[Why]

Katherine Harris.

Katherine was raising her hips, to meet each thrust Devon made into her. It was instinctive Katherine knew, no skill she knew that. Her lips sort Devon’s and she sucked and nipped trying to take the breath from him into her lungs, for her own breath was locked hard. She was trembling, sweating, floating and falling. Her movements became more and more frantic. She groaned then screamed her nails biting into Devon’s back.

She could not think everything had become disjointed. The only thing that she was aware of was the fire in belly. Spasm after spasm ripped through her. “Yes... no… It…” were cried from her lips. “More…”

Devon shifted slightly, his right hand cupping her breast and the fingers pinching the hard rosy nipple. “Oh Gods...” The pain delight tore down, hit the fire in her belly and exploded. Katherine was falling, her body thrashing under Devon’s. He laughed watching her expression as she became lost in her first orgasm.

Was this it? Over…. Devon had stopped moving in her. Then his manhood twitched. Still hard in her…

“Basics learned well…Now...” Devon said Now Katherine thought, partners, lovers….man and wife… and soon in Spain

 

[Graybread]

Devon Masterson

The cabin was to small to practice their fencing and they weren’t to show their faces above deck until the ship made port, so the only thing left to practice was their love making. Katherine proved her prowess at that as she did with the rapier, much to Devon’s pleasure. When they weren’t making love they discussed plans for infiltrating the assassination plot. Devon thought that Katherine had, he searched for the right description. Matured was not it, perhaps developed her womanly charms was the best way to describe it. He had thought she could use her ‘charms’ as a way of gleaning information.

“You want to be a whore,” she had shouted angrily.

“No, of course not. I want you to try and seduce information,” he had countered.

“A whore!”

“No, I don’t want you to fornicate with anyone, well accept me,” he replied, trying to pacify her. “I merely want you to use your charms to gain information. Whisper innuendo and false promises into their ears.”

Devon was delighted to see she still had the fire in her eyes. He hoped she would never lose that quality; it might just keep the two of them alive someday.

“We have the ring, and the story of my falling out of favor with the Queen should be well established. I’m sure that once we are set up in the Villa we shall have visitors, and you as Lady of the house will have to do the entertaining. I’m sure a few well placed remarks about the Queen should draw some interest. Unless you have a better plan,” he added at the end.

“Well.........I,” Katherine started, but Devon cut her off.

“We make port in two days,” he said rising and reaching for her. “Our trunks are still packed, we only have to wait, and this,” he added leaning down and kissing her.

 

[Why]

Katherine Hardcastle

“Innuendo and false promises,” Katherine hissed between her teeth as she watched her trunks manhandled off the ship. The last few days had been strange. She pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling the firm corset under the silk of her gown. Yet her mind was thinking on the touch of Devon’s hand on her flesh.

He tormented and teased her as much between the sheets as he did on the floor of the school of defense. The cut and thrust of lovemaking cut her as much as that of a rapier point. The thought that her husband had learned his skills in the arms of other women, galled her. Though, she smiled wryly, his skill pleasured her. She still had a fear that all that had passed between them was part of the “act” the game they were involved in to foil the assassination plot.

“Ready Madam?” Devon asked from her side and offered her his hand to escort her down the gangplank to the waiting carriage. “and don’t trip on your skirts.” He added needling her.

Katherine opened her mouth to speak, but snapped it shut as she spied the ring on Devon’s finger.

“You mean to wear it so openly?” She asked as he handed her into the carriage.

“Yes...” He replied and ordered the driver to make good time to the villa.


“It’s hot…” Katherine complained as they travelled up the dusty road towards there new home.

“It’s Spain…”

“I know that… but does it not rain here?” She asked. Devon burst out laughing and Katherine hit him in the chest. He caught her hand and kissed it. Katherine felt her skin tingle at his touch. Devon’s other hand reached out and a finger traced the swell of her beasts under the frill of lace on her bodice. Katherine pressed her body into his embrace, and Devon’s finger began to explore beneath her neck line, brushing her right nipple with the tip of his finger. Katherine groaned loudly and Devon chuckled.

 

[Graybread]

Devon Masterson

“A time and a place,” he said laughing, removing his hand.

Devon was pleased that he had awakened another passion in her, now at least she might not be so likely to run him through with her rapier. He hoped anyway.

“I suppose the first thing we should do is hire a head mistress, someone that at least speaks a little English. As the ‘lady of the house’, you of course will be expected to give the orders,” he added leaning close to Katherine. “My speaking of Spanish is not as good as my understanding, but perhaps that will work to our advantage. I was usually present when the Queen received an emissary, but I rarely spoke the language. It will be interesting to see who our first inquisitors will be.” Devon chuckled lightly. “No doubt the spies will descend on us like flies to rotting meat.”

The day was indeed hot and the fine dust sifted through the drawn windows of the carriage as they neared the villa. Devon knew that things would get hotter also, not just the weather. He hoped Katherine was up to it. This was no practice floor they were on now. He fingered the signet ring nervously as the carriage came to a halt. The footman opened the door and Devon stepped out, reaching back up to help Katherine.

“Have I told you how exquisite you look today my dear,” he quipped as she stepped down.

To his surprise a couple of manservants came running toward the carriage.

“See to these trunks,” he said to them.

“Qué.”

“These trunks,” he said slapping the trunks and pointing toward the door.

“Sí señor,” the said, quickly un-strapping the trunks.

“Well my dear, shall we investigate our new home,” he said, extending his arm to Katherine, letting the ring flash in the yellow Spanish sun.