The Knight

"I forgot, you haven't had to bathe in icy streams sometimes."

Isabelle shakes her head, teeth chattering a little ... which makes Rose giggle.

Rose sticks her tongue out at Isabelle, and she grins. Rose's closeness quickly warms her up, and when Rose presses her lips to Isabelle's she feels heat spread quickly through her entire body. Isabelle sighs softly into the kiss.

"I love you very much. I am happy we are finally together."

"I love you too. So far ... these have been the best days of my life. Ever. It is ... perfect."

Isabelle sighs a deep, contented sigh. She suddenly doesn't feel at all cold....
 
Rose smiles as she hears Isabelle speak.

"Well, we should enjopy these days as much as we can. We may not have have much more time like this."

She kissed her wife softly, moaning softly as she felt herself becoming erect once more. Her tip was soon pressing gently into Isabelle's waist and Rose broke the kiss to look down between their bodies.

"I don't believe I can be caste around you anymore love."
 
"Well, we should enjopy these days as much as we can. We may not have have much more time like this."

"I know dearheart. Honestly ... I hate politics. But ... well, I guess I will need to start liking it. I will be Ruler some day. Of course, you will be at my side to help."

She smiles widely.

"But it won't be like these days ...."

They kiss once more, and Isabelle can feel Rose's cock stiffen and press against her body.

"I don't believe I can be caste around you anymore love."

Isabelle giggles softly.

"I don't believe you need to be. Although ... I do understand now why you always wore your armor."

She blushes lightly.
 
She grinned softly.

"It would be a bit awkward to explain why I would have a bulge every time I was aroused while wearing a dress. Altough I am sure you'll want me to wear a dress more often now."

She winked playfully for a moment and gently grinded her hips against her wife's. She pulled her wife with her as she moved backwards till she was sitting on a flat rock beneath the water. She reached down and shifted her cock so that her tip was rubbing over Isabelle's clit and soft folds gently before gently and slowly pulling her wife onto her shaft. She gasped and moaned deeply as she pulled her love onto her, burying herself completely in her, loving the feel of her tight pussy.
 
"Dearest, wear whatever you are comfortable in. But yes, I would enjoy seeing you in softer, more feminine attire more often. And, you are my wife. I won't brook anyone asking, staring, gawking, or making stupid comments about you. I have a little bit of influence, and I intend to use it."

She smirked, and then her eyes went wide as her wife began grinding her hips into Isabelle's again.

"Insatiable," she giggled.

She was pulled along with Rose, who settled into a seated posture. Isabelle squirmed and moaned softly to feel her Love's cock rub grazingly over her clit and the outer folds of her pussy. She moaned more loudly when Rose slowly drew her onto her cock, feeling every inch slide into her tight opening. Their hips met, and Isabelle leaned in and pressed her lips to Rose's hungrily, squirming but loving the feel of her wife's member inside her, feeling her inner walls contract and envelop her entirely, conforming tightly and seeming to have been made only with the purpose of taking her in.
 
Rose mmed as she returned the kiss just as hunerily. Her hands ran along her wife's back, moaning deeply as her shaft was squeezed and massaged by her wife's inner muscles. She broke the kiss softly and giggled.

"Only for you love...mmmyou feel so wonderfull."

She rolled her hips against Isabelle's as she stirred inside her with the movement.

"Mmm...try moving yourself..along me...Mmmmm..."

She leaned forward, nipping at her wife's soft neck gently.
 
Isabelle moaned softly at her wife's suggestion, and her gentle, hot nibbles.

Resting her hands on Rose's shoulders, steadying her feet on the flat rock just behind her ass, she slid back along her shaft moving by her hips and legs. She shivered, feeling every inch as it slid slowly out of her until only her tip was within. Just as slowly, she pressed herself back. Her eyes were closed tightly, her breath ragged and deep.

Their hips met, and Isabelle laughed huskily.

"Like ... like that love?"

Without waiting for a response, she slid slowly up Rose's cock again ....
 
Rose moaned deeply as she felt her wife's pussy hug every inch of her shaft on the way up and then down once more. She could barely answer with the instense pleasure she was feeling.

"Ohhhh...yes......like this.."

She arched her hips a little but arched her back as she enjoyed the new sensations moving through her body. Her hands slid down along Isabelle's back, squeezing deeply.
 
Isabelle giggled softly, and wrapped her legs around Rose's waist. She then used her legs to brace and enhance her movements.

Isabelle began to move as rapidly as she could, back and forth on Rose's shaft -- which was giving Isabelle additional ideas ... though they would have to wait til later. For now, she was focusing on pleasuring Rose like this ... and Isabelle had to admit she was feeling pleasure herself, and that was making it difficult to think about anything else in the first place ....
 
Rose moaned loudly as Isabelle pleasured her so, feeling her tight sex massage her shaft so well. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as she smiled. She ran her hand sup to her wife's breasts, squeezing them deeply as she panted with pleasure.

"Ohhh...love.....yes..."

She licked her lips as she opened her eyes to look at her wife, love and lust mingled in her eyes.
 
Isabelle moaned, shuddering as her wife's hands found and caressed her breasts. Again, Isabelle felt her nipples harden under her hot palms. She quivered in pleasure, tensing and briefly stopping her movement.
She gasped, then returned to her movements, pistoning Rose's cock keeping only the tip in her on the outer stroke, then pounding in til their hips slapped together on the inward stroke.

"Ohhh...love.....yes..."

Isaballe looked into Rose's eyes, and the look she saw there made her insides quiver, clench, and in an inward stroke, when she felt their hips impact, felt Rose's balls slapped her rear, she tensed again, clenching her legs tight against Rose's waist, crying out as her climax suddenly conquered her body, blasting her mind with as intenese feelings as she had yet had in her short time with Rose ....
 
Rose moaned deeply with each stroke Isabelle had given to her. She cried out as she felt her wife climax on her, feeling her shaft be tightly squeezed. She couldn't help but climax herself, filling Isabelle with her hot seed once more.

She gasped deeply for breath as she held her wife close, the cool water trying to cool down the hot bodies. For some reason her thoughts had wander to the beautiful Queen for a moment, sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine. She quickly chased the thought away as she gave her wife a passionate kiss for a moment.

"Mmmm...I love you.."
 
Isabelle felt her wife shudder after they had orgasmed together, but believed it natural, part of their intense connection with one another.

She kissed Rose deeply, whimpering when Rose broke the kiss.

"Mmmm...I love you.."

"I love you too."

She sighed, content to be held in the now quite comfortable chilly water of the pond ....
 
Queen Jezebel was sitting in her quarters, desperately wishing that King Roland would attend to her needs. "Always busy with one thing or another," she thought almost angrily, but then chided herself. After all the country did need its king. But oh how she longed to be like her daughter Isabelle and her new bride, Rose: carefree, and no doubt in orgasmic bliss this very moment.

Sighing, she closed her eyes and let her hand trail slowly down her stomach, reverting to a trick that she had used many times before marriage. Images of the two female lovers danced through her head, as her hand began a frantic motion at her clit.
 
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ooc: I hope you two don't mind if I speed things up for a little bit.

The week the newly wedded couple spent together on their honeymoon seemed to go by too fast. It had been filled with sex everyday, whenever possible. They were exhuasted when they went to bed, but that didn't stop them from going back at it like rabbits the very next morning. The carriage soon arrived to take them back to the castle and it was time for them to deal with politics.

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Rose sighed as she settled into the hot bathing pool in the royal chambers, closing her eyes. She was glad she was able to relax for once since they had gotten back. Things were in full swing, mostly of trying to appease their allies on the marriage of Rose and Isabelle. It was enough to make her head swim.

And on top of that Rose was having to deal with Gaberiella trying to get on her nerves with questions about the honeymoon. It was embarrassing, but she tried her best not to say anything. She blinked for a moment and groaned softly. If Rose didn't tell her anything, then she was going to go to Isabelle. Things couldn't get any worse...
 
And on top of that Rose was having to deal with Gaberiella trying to get on her nerves with questions about the honeymoon. It was embarrassing, but she tried her best not to say anything. She blinked for a moment and groaned softly. If Rose didn't tell her anything, then she was going to go to Isabelle. Things couldn't get any worse...

OOC: pssst is that supposed to be the queen's name?
 
ooc :chuckles: No, Gabriella is Rose's personal servant. Isabelle servent is named Fiona.
 
Isabelle found herself going from sheer pleasure, over the week of her honeymoon with Rose, to sheer pain. The two found themselves the center of attention, as the king and queen tried to keep their allies appeased. This included endless dinner parties at castles and manors all around the Continent, in which She and Rose made carefully co-ordinated appearances, acting rather than simply being.

They had quite simply almost no time to themselves, though they had been moved together into a new, larger bedroom, and given a large four-poster bed. However unlike the pleasant exhaustion of their honeymoon nights, the nights now were simply nights of exhaustion, as the two began to adjust to one another's sleeping habits.

Isabelle let Rose have Alone Time in the Royal Bath. She was sitting in a loose night-gown, on the bed, and lightly touching her belly with her hand. She sighed.

She hadn't felt herself for some time, and meant to ask her mother how she felt when she was pregnant. She hoped, prayed, that the disoriented, nauseated, fatigued feeling she had was due to that. She hadn't spoken to Rose yet, out fear. Fear that something might actually be ... wrong.
 
Jezebel grew a tad distressed at all the appeasement Roland was trying to do. As she eyed the two lovers, she could sense their exhaustion at having to act in front of people. She knew they simply wanted to be alone with each other.

"Oh my daughter," she thought. "If only you would come to me, I might be able to help."

Isabelle looked noticably sick, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was due to the role which she now had to play, or due to something else.
 
Isabelle grimaced, then grabbed her tummy. Fiona looked at her mistress in concern, and held back her hair when she suddenly grabbed the chamber-pot and emptied her stomach into it. She sobbed, and looked at her loyal servent.

"Help me dress. I must speak to mother!"

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Isabelle wore a blue velvet dress and a veiled hat. She didn't want anyone getting a good look at her, to see just how sick she looked.

She paused at the door to the wizard's old lab. It had been weeks since she had been in there. She had practiced some magics in her free moments (She still hadn't told Rose that either) but hadn't been able to study anything new. She walked on with a regretful sigh.

With Fiona holding her hand, Isabelle knocked softly on the door to her mother's sitting-chamber....
 
Jezebel sat on the upholstered divan, her hand trailing off between her legs, her thoughts far away, when the knock came.

"Just a moment," she called, praying that whoever it was, it would not be Roland. She hastily rearranged her skirts and walked to the water jar that sat on her table. She dipped her hands briefly in it, then dried them with a nearby linen.

"Enter." The door opened and Isabelle entered the chamber, Fiona by her side.
 
Isabelle courtseyed politely to her mother.

"Mother ... I ... need to talk to you in confidence."

She lifted her veil, and her mother could see how pale her face looked.

Fiona stood at her side, head bowed and submissive. She couldn't escape looking worried for her mistress, however.

Isabelle, in the mean time, gingerly touched her belly ....
 
Jezebel noted with concern how pale her beautiful daughter was. It was clear that there was something wrong with her; she was pregnant.

"Darling, sit, you shouldn't be on your feet at a time like this." She sat on the long couch, motioning for Isabelle to join her.

"Tell me your troubles, my dear."
 
She nodded, and sat. She looked at her mother with tired, sad eyes. Fiona stayed at Isabelle's side, holding her arm as she sat, then standing very close.

"I .. I am sick, mother. I feel nauseous, can't keep food down. I am tired all the time. I feel ... just plain bad. I thought maybe I ... was with child. But, I am afraid that there is more wrong with me!"

She sobbed quietly.
 
Isabelle's sobs alarmed her mother. It seemed perhaps more was wrong than she had at first suspected.

"The nausea, and the inability to keep food down; those are signs of a child in your womb, my darling. But tell me. What else troubles my beautiful child?"
 
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