The Mistress

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OOC: Sophie Livia Cavendish Lady in waiting to Queen Catherine
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IC: Sophie folded her hands in her lap as the sunlight cascaded in through the open window of her carriage. Her mind was in a much different place than in the fresh scent of the forest and her heart no longer abiding by the song of the birds. The bumpy ride of the carriage did not phase her cluttered state of mind, but instead kick started the millions of what ifs that plagued her at the moment. Instead, Sophie stared out the window of the royal carriage and wondered what it would be like at Whitehall Palace. Would she be treated well, would she be accepted and would the Queen like her. It was somewhat of a painful feeling to be so full of thoughts, but Sophie couldn’t help it. She was missing home and in lieu of her loving family was now the mercy of the Queen. Who she was not sure would like her or would condemn her as a fool.

The girl had many talents. She had lived in the French court for almost all her life and was skilled in several languages including Latin. Sophie knew how to ride, how to sew, to sing and she was sure she could be of great value to the Queen. Though as she sat in the carriage seat awaiting to arrive at the castle gates, she could only think of what her father had said when she departed. Had you found a husband, we wouldn‘t have to send you away. She almost cried when he had said so. Was she not beautiful? Were her talents not enough? She supposed the rumor of the scandals of French Courts had sent many great prospects away. Sophie had still had her maidenhead and though there were other ways that she could please a man, she kept her maidenhead intact. It was the one virtue she kept for her future husband.

At the age of nineteen she past the appropriate age for marriage, but the prospects dwindled and only a few were willing to have her. Her father, in desperate want of a position in court and higher status, refused to allow a marriage below her. Court was the last option. He prayed her good looks and charming demeanor would find her a husband. Though his prayers did not lay in a faithful husband, his prayers had asked that his daughter be taken a mistress. None of that reached Sophie’s ears. Instead she was said to become the Queen’s lady in waiting. Her mother, though displeased by this idea, taught her everything she knew about proper etiquette in court and though she had somewhat failed to find a husband for her daughter, she knew she could not fail her here.

The carriage pulled into the castle’s main court where she was escorted by current ladies in waiting to meet the Queen. The proceedings afterwards were slow, but pleasant and the Queen seemed much kinder than she had expected. Queen Catherine had given her proper garb and listed the rules on which she functioned. Sophie took everything in, bowing low when she thanked the Queen for her graciousness. To which the Queen had smiled and welcomed her. The rest of the day was simple. It seemed the women were allowed to do as they wished around the Queen so long as they came to her beck and call. Out of request, Sophie brushed the chocolate brown locks of the queen’s hair as she told her the ridiculous stories from the French Court. She took little notice when the King came in to address his wife, but bowed lowly as she was taught to. Her curtsy was perfect and very graceful. It was something she picked up from the Queen of France who took much delight in her company.

As the King departed she lifted her eyes to discreetly watch him walk away, but continued to brush the Queen’s hair. The tasks given to her were very simple and Sophie doubted she would have a very rough life in court. As the day came to a close she was dismissed to her quarters. As she entered her room, a small, but lavish looking suite, Sophie couldn’t help, but smile. It was perfect. It was cozy and it was very welcoming. Sophie removed the hairpiece that covered the top of her hair and held her intricate updo in place. As she gently pulled it off her long golden tresses slipped from their hold and cascading down her shoulders in shimmering flaxen waves. Her hands made busy at the ties of the corsets, but there was a knock at the door. She held the front of her corset with her hand to keep it from slipping down. Her ample breasts crushed against the fabric. She tilted her head in curiosity.

“Yes, who is it?” She called out to the door, wondering who could have been in need of her so late in the night.

 

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Tell me if this is kind of what you are looking for. If this is I'll post it and we can act the rest out on the boards.

The king was young for a king at 28. He was physically intimidating at 6'2" and broad shoulders. He had long, dark, curly hair and dark, piercing blue eyes. When he spoke it was with a low booming voice that commanded respect. There was a certain confident aura about the way he walked and the way he talked. He was the king so he had no trouble getting a woman's attention, but, with his physique, he wouldn't have had trouble even as a commoner.

His father died young and he married the most beautiful woman around to be his queen. Since then he had been given a number of women as prizes or to secure peace but he rarely paid much attention to them as they rarely were in the league of his queen. This morning he got word of another such arrival. He told his attendant to wait a week to give her time to get accustomed to her surroundings and then summon her to his chambers on the seventh night.

Later that afternoon he needed to discuss some affairs of the kingdom with his queen. When he went in to talk with his long time wife he was mesmerized by the creature brushing his queens hair. With each stroke of the brush her breasts rose and fell and he couldn't bring his eyes away. The way her hair fell into her face was amazing. He eventually left the room, but, had not gotten anything accomplished because of his new distraction.

As he retired to his bed chambers that night he couldn't wait seven days. He got up and walked down the hallway and wrapped his hand on the young beauties door.

"Yes, who is it," he heard her call out from behind the door."

"It is your king," he called out to her. "I would like a word with you."

 

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Sophie gasped in surprise, a little embarrassed that she had already begun undressing. She opened the door quickly as to not keep the king waiting and curtsied low still holding the corset to her chest with one hand and extending her gown with the other. She stood keeping her eyes lowered as was custom. “Your majesty.” She said in response. “What is it you would like to talk to me about your majesty.” She replied her eyes kept low.

She remembered seeing him earlier that morning. His tall figure, broad shoulders and dark hair. Though she hadn’t seen his face. She had watched him walk away tentatively knowing that if some of the other ladies in waiting had seen her looking, they’d chastise her for having want after the Queen’s husband. Her hand was still holding her corset to her chest as the ties had already been undone. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders like curtains of gold.

She could feel the heat traveling to her face in slight embarrassment and she tried to shield the color with her hair. Ducking her head slightly, her emerald green eyes hiding behind her lengthy lashes. She didn’t dare look up in fear that she was stepping out of line. Nor did she look up for fear he’d see the blush that spread across her fair skin. Instead she remained silent waiting for his response. Her curiosity kept quiet by her social status.

 

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He walks past her and pushes the door shut. It was getting late and he didn't really want to be seen going into the new maiden's room. He was the king and he had every right to do so, but, it was best to avoid scandal particularly as the queen had a tendency to be slightly jealous sometimes as all strong women can be.

"I want to make sure your transition here is going smoothly," he told her. As she curtsied and went through the formalities he looked at her body. Her neck lines, her arms, everything about her was breathtaking. He couldn't believe that he might actually be intimidated by someone, particularly a female. He wanted to tell her to feel free to look at him but he didn't want to quite give up that power so he grabbed her by the chin and lifted it upright so he could see the color of her eyes and get a better look at her face.

"Relax," he told her as he took her by the hand. When he did that he looked down and saw that she had already started to undress so he diverts his eyes back up to her redening face. "Come, sit, tell me about how things are going."

He could actually feel his face matching hers. He had married a beautiful woman out of necessity some time ago, but, it had been a long time ago, if ever, that he had a woman actually give him butterflies in his stomach. He was sure that it was just that her face was flush and once they started talking this nonsense would pass.

 

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Sophie’s heart quickened pace as he shut the door her eyes searching the ground for some kind of answer, but provided none. He spoke to her as he tiled her face upward and she could see his eyes for the first time. They were blue, a piercing blue that was an anomaly in the country side and she had to stop herself from staring. Instead she walked over to her bed as he told her to sit and sat on the edge holding up her corset with her other hand.

“Thank you your majesty.” She replied marveling at the texture of his hand in hers. He was so strong, so handsome and so kind. She had barely met any men who had contained such attributes. “It has been very pleasant. Your majesties wife the Queen is a kind and very pleasant woman.” She smiled trying to keep the rhythm of her heart in check. Though it was very hard to do so in his presence. “I very much like it here in court. It‘s lovely and it feels quite like home your majesty.”

Sophie left out the part about her ambitious father, the wary suitors and her burdened mother. Those details were very unnecessary. Instead she was content to have the small conversation with the King, even it was very much so against the social rule. So long as the King made it verdict, she didn’t see why it was wrong.

 

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The king knew of the social taboos of this conversation and was very surprised that she was comfortable going forward with it. At first he dismissed it thinking she just didn't know better, then, he recalled her curtsies and refusing to make eye contact and every other rule she had followed and decided she probably knew better.

She was still very tense and was holding her corset. He wished she would relax but didn't know what to do to put her at ease. King's were better at intimidation. He walked over to the window in her room and started to stare out of it before he realized what he was doing and quickly shut it. "What was home like?" he probed her to continue the conversation as he continued to stare at the curtains in front of the closed window.

His mind wandered to his kingly duties to see if he'd be missed. His servant had already turned in and wouldn't be in to see him again until morning. The queen had went to her own quarters in a different part of the castle and recently it could be weeks or months before she would visit the Kings chambers. He decided that continuing this conversation would likely go unnoticed by anyone so he returned his concern to the beauty.

 

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As the king stood up, Sophie had figured he wasn’t going to leave anytime soon. Part of her was frightened, because as King he was a very intimidating man. One word and she could be sent to the tower and one command and she could be beheaded. It was as simple as that and yet at the same time, she was glad he was staying. She had never before understood the fascination women had over the King and had dismissed it as power hunger, but now she knew why they fumbled and ran towards court. She lowered her hand, releasing the corset and folding her hands in her lap.

The loosened garment slackening a bit around her ample breasts and revealing a bit of the fair flesh. Though there was still the slip of a dress underneath to keep her covered. She watched him shut the window hastily and wondered why he was going out of his way to see her so late at night. She sighed laying back into the plush linens of her bed. She had decided if he was going to remain here, she would have to get used to it. “It’s not as populated as it is here. My mother was the former duchess of Sussex, but her husband died of the sweating illness, she married my father out of love, but lost her title at court.

She patted the bedding beside her. “Would you like to join me my lord?” Sophie didn’t quite see the harm in the question seeing as they were breaking all the rules anyway. Instead she folded her hands over her stomach, letting them rest there. “We live on a countryside estate, which is quite spacious, but my father has been hoping for something larger here at court.” She frowned and fretted at this part. “He had been hoping my range of talents would attract a fine husband, but it simply never happened.” She sighed. “What of you your majesty, what is life like here at court?”

 

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The king came out of his trance of wondering who would be looking for him to hear the feminine voice say to him "would you like to join me my lord?" When he turned he was shocked. He didn't quite know what to say about what he was seeing. She had lied back on the bed and let the corset drop. As he looked at her it became apparent the corset wasn't really necessary. Her shape would have been enough for any man without it.

At this point he couldn't tell that this was any more innappropriate than the rest of the situation so he went and sat by her on the bed. He listened to her tale about her home life and her mom marrying for love. He stared at her the whole time. If he said he wasn't peeking at her chest he would have been lying, but, that was only part of the bigger package. It was her hair, her eyes, her lips, her skin, everything about her.

Then she asked him about his life. Something no one ever did. He was the king. What was there to tell? "Well, you would think the kings story would be more interesting than it is, but, there is always someone around watching my every move growing up so there wasn't much to do. Then my parents died when I was nineteen, but, I'm sure you know that story, and now I live in this castle within a set of social boundaries that are apparently even too big for the king," he laughed.

"You're mom marrying for love is fascinating," he told her. Sometimes I wish I had been able to give that road a chance.

 

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As he sat beside her she couldn’t help, but feel very shy under his gaze. Though she simply peered back, her eyes tracing over his. Her hand drifted upward to play with a lock her own hair as he spoke and she listened carefully. Of course she knew all about his life, her mother made it a point to educate her in that. Though she was fascinated all the same. “I‘ve never quite understood social boundaries. It simply all seems so convoluted, with all due respect your majesty.” She smiled breaking her stare to look up dreamily. “It just makes people so unhappy and it‘s quite heartbreaking my lord.”

She looked back at him careful not to stare for too long. Although she had begun to get more comfortable around the King, it was hard to shake years of following social boundaries. “I‘ve heard a lot about you from the French court and they‘ve got quite a few things wrong about you your majesty.” She smiled hinting that she knew very much about him. Her mind still lingered on the touch of his hand against hers, but she shook that away noting it was possibly a one time occurrence.

“It was the one freedom her previous husband granted her in his will. She had loved him well and he in turn wanted to give her the chance to find love after his death.” Her eyes seemed shine with adoration as she said that. It was her favorite story as a child. She didn’t care much for the story of her father and mother, but rather why her father and mother married. “It‘s never too late your majesty.” She said with a small reassuring smile. Though she knew how improbable her words were, she still believed in them firmly. It’s what kept her happy throughout her darkest days.

 

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She remained in her lying position as she explained how she felt social boundaries were so convuluted. He had never heard someone say that before. They had all made sence before and he had never questioned him, but, now, in this blonde maiden's bed chambers he felt she was right. Maybe they didn't make sense.

He wanted to see her, but, from his sitting position it was more difficult to gaze than he would have liked. So he lied down beside her and bumped into the arm she was using to twirl her hair. His stomach jumped when he made contact with her. He just looked at the ceiling and listened as she spoke.

“I‘ve heard a lot about you from the French court and they‘ve got quite a few things wrong about you your majesty.” She smiled hinting that she knew very much about him.

He laughed at her proposition and, for the first time tonight, his arrogance shown through. It's better to be my friend than my enemy he told her, knowing that he and his rule wasn't always known for their chivalry towards their enemies. It's much nicer to be civil in this setting, love

LOVE??? Had that actually come out of his mouth?? He began to sweat and had to recover. He was breaking rule after rule, but, he was king and not exactly a nice one at that, even he couldn't cross this line! Maybe she hadn't heard him. Hopefully she hadn't anyway!

He quickly changed the subject back to her mother. Explaining that love meant more to them than it does to the Court. He was hoping that she bought his excuse, but, he wasn't even sure he bought it himself. The conversation picked back up and she told the king "It‘s never too late your majesty.”

He hoped it wasn't in response to his comment earlier, but, this time it was much easier. He turned his head to his left and looked at her. He saw her chest rising and falling with each breath and followed slowly up to her face.

My place in society doesn't afford me a chance for love, just marriage, he said, realizing how true his statement actually was.

 

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Sophie had a hard time controlling her breathing. Her heart had sped up so quickly with the attention he was giving her and she wasn’t sure what to do with herself. She had never before been in a room alone with a man. Even her father had always been accompanied by her mother. Unlike most other maidens her age, she still retained her maidenhead and though she had knowledge of other things, she had never truly had the chance to try it out with a man.

As he laid down beside her, she had to keep from gasping as his arm made contact with hers. Instead she remained still, the blush still burning across her face. Instead she traced invisible patterns into the ceiling. Her eyes aching to look over to him.

She smiled as he laughed, the sound lighthearted and manly. Though there was a bit of arrogance in what he said, she was oblivious to it. The words came out smoothly and halted at the word love and Sophie looked over curiously, but she shook it off. She didn’t want to feels stupid for asking if it was simply an accident. After all there wasn’t a chance someone as lovely and powerful as he had interest in her.

He had changed the subject and she played along, her denial a bit heavy. She had to remind herself that this was inappropriate and that she was breaking social rule. Though part of her was enjoying this. It was the first time in a while anyone had simply asked her for conversation and bought into getting to know her.

She looked at him with apologetic eyes. “I‘m sorry your majesty.” Her eyes reflecting the sincerity in her voice. “If I could change society I would, but it is not my place my lord.” She grazed his shoulder with her fingertips momentarily, but retreated when she realized what she was doing. “I wish I could give you that chance my lord.” She said quietly, hoping her action and words hadn’t tread too far.

 

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As her hand brushed against him he couldn't help but think no one had ever been this bold to him. Not just women, he couldn't even think of knights or other rulers that would be so bold. Yet, this young beauty in all her innocense and vulnerability in her bed chamber reached out and grazed his shoulder.

He rolled over onto his side facing her. It wasn't until that point that he realized exactly how close to her he had actually been. He couldn't back up now, though, or it would be obvious to her that he felt a little awkward about this and that wasn't what he wanted her to feel. He had never gotten to speak with someone really being themselves and this girl was, for whatever reason, doing so. And if she stopped, she might realize what she was doing and he would never have the opportunity again.

Even kings can not change the way society feels we should behave. Only time can do that. Maybe I can find love in another lifetime, he stated to her almost matter of factly. Like he been resigned to it for way to long for someone of his youthful age.

When he stopped to take in what he'd just said he realized he'd could smell her perfume. This added to the intoxicating trance she had on him. He was mesmerized in a way he couldn't explain. He knew she probably put the perfume on for the special day coming here and it made him think his problems were actually quite trivial. So he reached up and gently brushed her hair out of her face and pushed it back behind her ear.

But what am I complaining about? You're the one that had your life uprooted today

 

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Sophie was beginning to feel more comfortable. Though the two of them were very close together, she didn’t feel much more embarrassment. In fact she simply found herself mesmerized by his features. Her eyes did what her hands could not. The two blue orbs tracing over the strong features of his face, the contours of his neck and shoulders, but Sophie didn’t dare to go any further. Instead she brought them back up slowly, taking in all of him as she went.

She turned to face him as well. Her gown tangling around her legs slightly as she moved, but she paid no attention to it. “My lord should not be so pessimistic.” She said with a grin her eyes having a slight glitter to them. “After all you are so young, handsome…” She paused realizing that she was saying to much and tried to cover up the little admittance. “I am sure your majesty will find something to fill the void.”

She would have tried to ramble on after that, but she figured she’d only dig a deeper hole. Her eyes instead followed the movement of his hand as he brushed away her hair and before he could bring it back to himself, she placed her hand over his, caressing the skin with her thumb. She was surprised at how warm his skin was and how gentle his touch could be.

“It was not at all a terrible day your majesty.” She replied with a gentle smile. “My travel was not long, the hospitality was not unjust and I have met you my lord.” She said taking his hand and placing a kiss on each of his knuckles. Her eyes never leaving his. It was a bold move, but tonight was a night for no regrets.

 

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Once she put her hand on his he knew she continued to speak, but, he had no idea what she was saying. She began softly kissing his fingers. This had gone too far, he thought. He couldn't control himself around her, he should have her locked away! But then how could he explain why he was here? He then looked up into her eyes that were both hopeful and beautiful and wondered why he would want to.

He knew absolutely nothing about this girl before tonight, but, as comfortable as she made him feel he knew she had to be used to entertaining men. There is no way he ever would have guessed her level of inexperience based on her boldness.

He manevered his hand around hers and placed them palm to palm with their fingers intertwined. He then leaned in ever so slowly. He did so in a manner that was almost asking permission. He didn't know why, he could do whatever he wanted, he was KING. When he got to her lips they barely touch. It was an ever so light kiss as their lips gently moistened each other. He wanted to open his eyes to take in her beauty from up close but he was afraid the moment would end if he did.

 

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Sophie was nervous. Her heart pounded in her throat as he intertwined his fingers with hers and she hadn’t the slightest idea of what to do next. He leaned in, the anticipation of the moment making her jump out of her skin, but she remained still closing her eyes as his lips touched hers ever so gently. She breathed in deeply, the touch sending bolts of electricity through her body and a fire across her skin. She felt some kind of stirring between her legs and it was a feeling she had never felt before this moment.

Out of sheer want and need, she leaned in again, pressing her lips against his to return the kiss. Her kiss was just as tender, but sweet and reassuring. Though she knew that this act alone could condemn her to death, she couldn’t help, but think she would die happy. She parted slightly from him. Their lips still brushing as she breathed. Though her heart was jumping in her chest.

“I am sorry your majesty….” She replied unable to think of anything else to say. “It‘s not my place to be so bold, but I simply could not resist any longer.” She whispered against his lips. Her scent of wildflowers and sweets filling the air. She wanted to kiss him again, but she was sure once he opened his eyes he wouldn’t allow it. Though she desperately hoped she wasn’t dreaming.

 

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I guess we break all the social rules tonight he said fumbling for words. The kisses he had recieved in the past almost felt like the woman was obligated to kiss him. There was something special about the way Sophia kissed him. He couldn't describe it. It was so warm. So inviting. Like she didn't care about who he was. He thought to himself that maybe he actually could fall in love with her, but, almost laughed out loud at the idea. After all, the social order was still in place and he barely knew her. He would just give her one more kiss and then go. That is definately what he should do.

He pushed her gently into a lying position and moved his torso over her chest so their lips never lost contact. Their kisses grew longer and more passionate. He opened his mouth gently and pressed his tongue just inside her lips. Slowly he got bolder and bolder. Soon he had his tongue dancing with hers.

He took her other hand in his and placed both of them above her head. He stopped and smiled above her. He wanted to see her eyes again. The way she looked at him was almost as perfect as the way she kissed him. He turned her head to the side and softly kissed her on the cheek and down to her neck. Even though this was only a small step he wanted to see how she reacted to the increase in level of intimacy from kissing.

 

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Sophie bit her lip slightly as he said that her eyes glittering with anticipation and joy. She smiled, giving his hand a slight squeeze. “Only if you say so your majesty.” She answered opening her eyes to see if he was truly there and like she had hoped, he was. What happened next was what surprised her. His lips made contact with hers again and he rolled on top of her.

The feel of his strong body against hers made her burn up with desire. She indulged in the passionate kisses. Her mouth never wanting to part from his and as they parted, her arms being pinned above her, the taste of him still lingered in her mouth. She looked at him with a coy smile, her eyes tracing over his waiting for the next move. Sophie felt as though she was on fire inside her heavy gown.

He turned her head slightly and started a trail of kisses down her neck and Sophie gasped in delight, her head tilting back to give more access to her slender neck. “Your majesty…” She breathed deeply, urging him on. The touch of his kisses ice melting in the fire of her skin. She arched her back slightly in the pleasure of the moment, pushing her breasts into his chest and she wondered how this had all began.

 

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Yes he told her, and the next one we are going to have to break is you calling me 'your majesty.' At least in here." He almost chuckled as her pleasure sigh yielded the words they did. Of all the rules she was breaking that was the one she was going to insist on keeping?

As he spoke to her laughingly his eyes travelled down her body when he noticed . . . well remembered . . . that her corset was already partially undone. Sophia, you look beautiful the words instinctively came out of his mouth so quickly they nearly shocked him.

He was used to mechanical human interractions so this was really going out on a limb for him. Even sex was few and far between and with the queen it was more an exercise for consumation than the raw act of lust he was feeling right now. The consumation was fruitless to this point and that had caused people to prod them, but, that hadn't increased the frequency either.

He continued to hold her gaze with his eyes and run his hands down her chest and onto her breasts. He slowly opened the to lace that she hadn't gotten to already and paused to see if there was any resistance from her.

 

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She laughed, the sound like silver bells in the morning. A sheepish smile spreading across her lips. She supposed it was very silly to continue calling him by the posh title when there was no else around them to hear it. She looked at him, her eyes bearing all the desire her body was feeling. “Then what should I call you, if not your majesty” Sophie replied, her heart racing in her chest as his eyes drifted downwards.

She blushed as he called her beautiful. She had never before heard them part from anyone’s lips, lest they were reporting what others had said when they were out of her company. No one had ever told her she was beautiful to her face unless it was her parents. She was nervous and though it did not show in her actions, it rested in the pit of her stomach. She had no experience when it came to bedding a man and she was afraid she would make a fool of herself. "And I am all yours." She replied sincerely.

Their eyes met again and her heart faltered for a moment, the excitement rousing the butterflies in her stomach. She exhaled softly as his hands move over her breasts and pull at the already loose lacing. He paused as if to seek her permission, but Sophie smiled bringing her hands down to his and helping him with the rest of the lace letting the corset unravel and reveal the thin gown underneath. She took his hands in hers and though there was a slight quiver in her touch, she led them to her ample breasts. She was nervous beyond comprehension, but she wasn’t hesitating. She wanted him and though she had saved her maidenhead for so long, she was sure she wanted him to take it.

 

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You should probably just call me king he joked with her. He laughed loudly to go along with her laugh. Or you could call me John.

Now she was helping him fumble with her corset together. It was as if everything they did they did as a team. The broke the rules, they laughed and now they were undressing her. It was as if their minds were in perfect unison and he was ready for their bodies to be in perfect unison.

She placed his hand on her breast but he was already heading their. He massaged it softly and first and then more firmly. He continued rubbing and stroking her young, firm breasts as he leaned down to continue kissing her.

After a few minutes he wanted to see more of her. He wanted to see if her body truly did hold its shape out of the corset. He got off the bed into a standing position and pulled her up by her hands to stand beside him. He took her head in his hands and kissed her deeply and passionately.

He ran his hands down her neck and onto her shoulder and pushed her clothing to the floor leaving her wearing only her nighty. He then swept her off her feet and laid her onto the pillows. A much better position for playing than the one they had been in. He crawled into the commoners bed with her and got on top of her and placed his lips on hers again.

The feeling of her now practically naked body with it's legs wrapped around him was more than he could bear. It was becoming more and more difficult to hide his erection. His hands explored her young body while his mind raced. He wanted this night with her to last forever.

 

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She laughed, her mind overwhelmed with the bliss she was feeling. “John it is then…” She whispered, loving the way his name rolled off her tongue. She bit her bottom lip as he massaged her breasts, the feeling completely foreign to her. She shivered under his touch, gasping softly into his kisses and knotting her fingers in his hair.

He parted from her pulling her up to stand as the corset fell to the ground. Her lips made contact with his and they indulged in a deep kiss her mind swimming with desire as she parted her lips for him. She didn’t protest as he removed her intricate gown leaving, but the see through nightie to cover her limbs. Her shape was slender, petite and made attractive by the ample curves she was graced with. Her milky skin shimmered underneath the gown and her pink nipples were erect beneath the silken fabric.

She squealed as he lifted her off her feet, giggling slightly when she was laid on the pillows, though she was silenced by his lips. Sophie didn’t protest, instead she pressed her lips against his kissing him with a hunger and desire that burned beneath her skin. Instinctively her hand drifted down his chest and stomach pausing near the waist of his trousers.

Sophie held her hand there for a moment as she parted from the lusty kisses. Her other hand placing a fingertip on his lips. “Your Ma… John” she whispered breathlessly against his lips. Her eyes still flickering with lust. “I am afraid….” She admitted, her breath still uneven. “I know not what it‘s like to bed with a man and yet I ache to have you, but I fear it will hurt to lose my maidenhead…”

She moved her hand, tracing the line of his jaw till it cupped the side of his face. Sophie brought him closer and kissed him once more afraid that she had ruined the moment. Though she thought it best to tell him before it happened.

 

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Her maidenhead? He heard her say it but he really didn't believe it. They had been joking back and forth all night, so, he was waiting for her laugh, but, it never came.

You have no experience? he asked her. Perhaps we should stop. His erection had to be betraying him. When she continued to kiss him he continued to kiss her back.

He was took his shirt off hoping she didn't take him up on his offer to stop. Then a certain amount of fear came over him.

You are who you say you are aren't you? This isn't part of a scheme to drive a wedge in my kingdom is it? He looked down at her lying beneath him. He wanted it to be true so bad but it seemed to good to be true.

He reached down and grabbed her nighty. He didn't know whether to rip it off of her or to turn and run out of the room. Tell me you've been completely honest with me Sophia. He wanted to follow it up with a threat but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

 

[xsexandvelvetx]

Sophie Livia Cavendish

A frown crossed Sophie's lips as he accused her of being some kind of traitor. She put a hand on his chest, her small fingers tracing over the contours of his muscles and her eyes distressed. "I don't..." She whispered, her face reflecting the hurt she was feeling. She was embarrassed, almost ashamed of the ineptitude that she was once proud of.

She traced over his collarbone with her fingers, drawing a line up to the back of his neck, toying with the locks of hair. Her eyes full of a bit more courage. "What you know of me is all true. I haven't lied nor would I have the need to." She said as caressed the back of his neck with her fingers. "Do you not want me? Is that it?" She asked her eyes almost pleading with him.

She breathed in slightly as he grabbed her nightie and she caressed his arm with her other hand. "My lord, I am not a courtesan or a whore." Her voice was a bit stronger now, but it was no more than a hush. "I learned many a great things in France, but I saved my maidenhead for my husband." She sighed turning her head to the side as they filled with tears of rejection. Sophie did her best to blink them back. "Was it wrong of me to want to stay virtuous? Is it wrong that I am relinquishing what I hold so dear to give to you?"

Sophie drew in a breath closing her eyes in fear that he would leave her laying there. "If you don't want me my lord, I understand..." She said quietly, but the disappointment was clear in her voice.

 

[Zumba]

He wasn't sure he believed her, but, there was something about the way she touched him that made him want to believe her. He sat abover her and closed his eyes as her hands traced his muscles and ran through his hair.

Do you not want me? she questioned him. Her eyes looked at him pleadingly. He didn't know how to respond to her. He couldn't believe how cruel he had been to her when she was offering him such a beautiful gift. But what was to become of them. Would their feelings fade after tonight? Would they be able to hide them if they didn't?

My lord, I am not a courtesan or a whore.

I didn't mean to say you were. It was just the way you held me . . . he began to confess and then held his tongue. He ran his hand down over her chest and stopped at her waist and then up her leg stopping at her upper thigh. Teasing her by touching her everywhere except her womanhood. He wanted to touch her, but, more importantly was hoping she would return her focus from what he said back to what they were doing.

Was it wrong of me to want to stay virtuous? Is it wrong that I am relinquishing what I hold so dear to give to you?

He was actually glad she had stayed virtuous for him. He found it exciting and intimidating at the same time. He wasn't sure if he was truly the first for any woman in the past. No. I think it's great. It's one of the bests presents I've ever been offered. he told her as she turned her head to the side with tears welling up.

He returned his weight back to her by lying back down on her. He wiped her tears away with one hand Don't cry love he pleaded with her, this time letting the world 'love' stay in the conversation. He kissed her lips gently and ran her hands up the back of her leg onto her ass.

But I'm not your husband

 

[xsexandvelvetx]

She shook her head slightly, not wanting the distress to remain in her mind. It was clear he wanted her and that it was simply a misunderstanding. She pulled him in closer to her kissing him deeply, her tongue tracing the bottom of his lip. She parted for a brief moment, letting her breath linger on his lips. “And you don‘t have to be…” She said in a reassuring voice. Kissing him on the lips once more before pushing him onto his back. She straddled his waist tossing her blonde locks behind her. “It‘s common for men of your status to have mistresses is it not? You won‘t even have to tell anyone…”

Her hands found the bottom of her slip and she removed the dress revealing her dainty figure. She tossed it to the ground and traced a line with her finger from his lips to the middle of his chest. “I won‘t tell a soul my lord, just let me please you.” She brought herself down to kiss him again. Parting her lips to let her tongue explore his mouth, the taste of him intoxicating.

She kissed him, trailing down his neck and onto his chest. “There was something in specific I learned in the French Courts John, would you like me to show you?” She asked coyly running the tip of her tongue down his stomach and kissing the lengths until she reached the waist of his pants. She undid them slowly with her hands to prolong the suspense and threw them to the ground. She ran her fingers over his manhood, the feel of him exciting her as she waited for his response.