To make him hers

[Lady_Rowenna]

To make him hers (Closed for LordLuck)

CLOSED FOR LORDLUCK AND ME


The sound of music was filtering from the main hall, where the King of England hosted yet another extravagant ball for his own entertainment. The Queen was sitting by his side, holding her head up proudly, but her husband's eyes and hands were all over the brown haired woman sitting in his lap. Lady Celia had been his mistress for many years now, yet he had not tired of her yet. Her sexual appetite matched his own and she had given him a most beautiful and useful daughter.

Said daughter was however missing most of the festivities as she was in a storage chamber far down the corridor from the main hall, the door securely bolted to allow for the utmost privacy.
Lady Mary was sitting on one of the boxes, licking her red lips as she stared at the young man in front of her. Her bodice was already untied, her breasts exposed underneath as she wore no undergarments as was usually expected of a lady. With one hand she was playing with a lock of her long light brown hair, her green eyes reflecting the playful lust and passion inside of her. She had been made to sleep with men before at the king's command, but this encounter was just for fun.

The hand that was not playing with her hair, slowly and seductively started to pull up the skirt of her gown, revealing her legs inch by inch. First the calves, then the knees and then the thighs, all smooth and soft and screaming to be touched. Mary knew that her partner liked this. It wasnt the first time that she and the Duke's son had sneaked away for a quick encounter. At first they had only fooled around by kissing and exploring each other with their hands, but their curious friendship had quickly grown into something much naughtier.

"I have been waiting all evening for this.", she purred seductively as she leaned back against the wall behind her to give her partner a better view as she pulled the skirt upwards even further. "I missed you during the last two balls. I am always upset when you have to return to your estate.", she continued. Her hand stopped playing with her hair and instead reached out for him. "Come, I want to touch you. Tonight we have a foreign guest I will have to entertain later, but for now, I want to be entertained."
She had learned a long time ago how to get the pleasure she had come to love and crave. With no reputation to ruin, she could be as free about it as she wanted. For the past two hours she and her partner had danced together, whispering dirty little things to each other, which had aroused her incredibly. And right now, she wanted to fuck her close friend, knowing fully well that he would satisfy her. As he stepped closer, she opened her mouth, ready to welcome him in a fiery kiss.

 

[LordLuck]

A kiss that he most eagerly gave her. Diving mouth first against her, Robert Hawkwood shared a passionate, lust-filled kiss with the most intimate of his affairs. Both the Duke's Son and the King's Bastard Daughter had grown up togheter at the Court. He could remember their childish games, and when those games had become far more interesting as both started to shared each other's beds. His hands, as soft as hers, started to work as one came to embrace her, sliding under her right armpit to hold her opposite shoulder, behind her back. The other went straight for her thigh, rubbing it's palm agaisnt her and pulling her leg higher and around his waist.

"I've missed you too, Mary.", he said laughting after their kiss. She had been his confident and lover since ever. "There's nothing but cows, sheep and ugly women back home.", Robert told her as he started to pull down the dress from her shoulder, allowing the fabric to fall and reveal a little bit more of her ample bust. His fine, navy-blue overcoat, drapped in expensive pelts, was lying over another box, carelessly discarded. "So, your Daddy has another task for you tonight..."

He started, taking his lips to kiss and lick over her neck, laying soft bites of sheer wantom. Under his pants, a tent soared. The bulge was enormous, and Mary knew just what she could expect from it. Robert rubbed himself against her, using it to keep her long dress' skirts at her waistline.

"...The Hohenstaufen?", he asked, a glimmer of curiosity matching his lustful glare. "Or the Arch-Elector of Nuln?" The King was receiving an embassy from the Holy Roman Empire, as the Emperor himself wished to count with England's support on his constant struggles with the King of France and the Free Provinces of the Netherlands. He asked again before humping against her, sending Mary against the wall once more.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

The kiss was as steamy and wild as she had expected and she moaned softly into his mouth as they almost devoured each other. Her hands quickly moved over his shoulders, his arms and then his torso. She knew his body better than anybody elses, but that didnt make it any less exciting.

As he replied to her, she had to chuckle, their lovemaking always highlighted by some playfullness. "Ugly women? What about your mother's new maid you've been telling me about?", she asked in a teasing voice as her hand casually slipped lower, now cupping his manhood through the fabric. She loved how hard he already was for her and licked her lips as she already envisioned him within her.

The two of them always talked about their other sexual conquests and adventures. At times to make fun of them, but at times it also aroused Mary even further to hear those naughty details. Once the conversation turned towards the guest, she just shrugged. It didnt matter who her father sent her way. She would satisfy them and get the most pleasure possible from the encounter and then she would move on. Such was the routine.
"Who cares? Nobody ever satisfies me the way you do anyways.", she whispered to him as she pressed her body against him, rubbing herself against his manhood.
She was already wet and hot, so her breath became more ragged fairly quickly as she continued to grind herself against her childhood friend and lover, with her legs wrapped around his waist to hold him as close as possible.

After a while however she stopped, moving her hand between them so that she could cup him again, rubbing his length with her hand now.
"I think playtime is over.", she said, staring at him full of lust. She didnt want to wait any longer. She wanted him inside of her right then and there. During many of their encounters they didnt bother with much foreplay, mostly because they had to be quick about them.

Quite expertly she swiftly pulled his pants down, moaning when his hard length was finally before her. Happily she wrapped her delicate fingers around it and carressed it firmly. Oh how she loved the feel of his hardness in her hand. For a moment she was tempted to play with him longer, but realized that time was of the essence. Her father would be looking for her soon and she didnt want to be left unfinished. Who knew what her next lover was like after all?

So Mary leaned back on the box again, spreading her long legs and lifting her skirt up to grant her lover easy access.
"Come here.", she coaxed him with her most seductive smile, though she was sure that Robert didnt need much of an invitation. He could probably see how swollen and wet she already was, eager to take him in.
She kissed him as he closed the distance once again, but this time it was even more steamy than before as their bodies were screaming for release.

 

[LordLuck]

"You mean Jane?", Robert laughted once again as she implied about the maid he had been cornering back at his Estates. She was a pretty flower, inocent enough to bring him some easy pleasure as long as he wished to. And she had some of the most appealing behind he had ever seen. Her wide hips were something that could entice even a priest to mount her behind. Sweet Jane. That was her name. Sweet, loving Jane and her generous backside. "Yeah, I've had Jane to entertain me..."

He told her before she lowered her hand between the both of them. Robert was smiling even before he uttered a masculine groan of delight, feeling Mary's hand enveloping his pulsating manhood. Her fingers runned along his thick member, her fingers teasefully touching his appearing veins, filled with his blood. His heart beated faster when she cupped him, now Hawkwood considered he would pass out if she kept it.

"Ah, Mary... How I missed you...", he moaned between her lips, protuding his tongue deep against hers, giving vent to his desire he had not sated since the last time he had climbed against Jane's behind. This time, one of his hands was pulling her skirts higher again, while Robert closed before his lover, adjusting himself before her swollen, lower lips. Mary knew how to be seductive about all of it, and that's why the Duke's Son had her as a favoured affair. He would always choose his sweet Mary over any other woman he could be having relations with.

The nobleman had pulled her undergarments aside, lowering all he could away, and pulled her legs around his waistline once more, using both of his hands to grab at the girl's backside and lifter her against the wall. He laid another kiss over her bust, as her breasts jiggled around with his movements.

And finally, he invaded her.

Hawkwood uttered a long, primal groan of delight as he felt his turgid erection forcing it's way into his lover, spreading her moist lips aside as he dug it deep into her, sticking his hardness into Mary until he had hilted himself. His movement was so long and hard that he could be holding the girl against the wall merely by his groin.

"Aaaah, sh...t. Mary...", he called for her as he could feel her insides clamming around his lenght, as she always did, attempting to milk his manhood of it's seed as soon as possible.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

Mary was eager to press her body against him, all talk of any other lovers soon forgotten as she felt him at her entrance. So very close, yet not close enough for her. She needed him inside or she would go mad with lust.
She held on to his shoulders, swaying her hips against him as a sign of desperate need.

And then finally his cock made contact with her and she shuddered, moaning in delight. That moan however quickly turned into a loud gasp of pleasure as she drove into her. She closed her eyes and savoured the intense feeling. He was much bigger than most of her other lovers and the young woman loved nothing more than to be stretched and filled. Her legs closed around his waist, holding tightly onto her lover.
"Mmmm, Robert...", she moaned as both of them stayed still for a moment, just enjoying their union. "I love how you fill me.", she whispered to him.
Mary had qucikly learned that some men liked the dirty talk in the bedroom, while others preferred simple moans, while yet others wanted the woman to be completely silent. From experience however she knew that Robert was definitely in the first category.

And honestly, Mary loved talking like this to her lovers. It added a whole new element to the act for her. Slowly she began rotating her hips, moaning at the pleasure that rushed through her. But then she couldnt wait anymore. She needed to cum, so she started to buck her hips against Robert, signalling that she wanted to be taken properly now.
"Ahhh...much...ahhh...better than....ahhhh your littel maid.....hmmm?", she asked, her question interrupted by screams and gasps with each of Robert's thrusts.
Mary knew she was a good lover and she was no shy to boast about it. Especially not in such a situation.

She pressed her body more firmly against Robert, so that with each movements her breasts would rub against his chest, adding stimulation to her already hard nipples.
Because of her earlier arousal, Mary could feel her first orgasm coming fast and she knew that it would be a stong one. Because of Robert's absence for a while and no good men around, the young woman had been denied the orgasmic bliss only a man could bring a woman. Now that her body was offered what it wanted, it was embracing it fully.

"Ahhh, Robert! Yess!", she screamed, quite vocal about what she felt. She was so very close, but still she tried to hold it off, knowing that this would only intensify the pleasure in the end.

 

[LordLuck]

"M-Much... Much Better...", he groaned as for a moment he refused to move even through Mary was buckling her hips, forcing him to move even if he wished to remain in position. He gave her a wild, savage hilting that forced a squeal of pleasure out of her, and then proceeded to ground his hardness deep within his lover, spreading her womanhood all around his girth. "'Cept that she... remained... ooh... quiet all the while."

Of course that Jane would remain quiet. As a poor, humble peasant girl, she had been so eager, so happy to serve Hawkwood's mother, the Duchess Alana. Alana, a woman of a certain age now, had Robert as a third child, so she was older than Mary's mother, Lady Celia. Jane had a wonderful behind, allowed him to lift her skirts without saying but a word, and tried her best not to moan as he rammed into her backside, mounting her like a bull mated a cow.

"You... should not... scream, Mary. People'll hear it... from the Hall.", he told her. Of course that it was nonsense, for Robert loved to pound his affairs until they begged for his release. With Mary, a royal-blood womanhood, it was no different. Actually, some times the nobleman liked to think of Mary as the Queen herself, a woman surprisingly prudish and proper. Or so most believed Her Majesty to be. The King, on the other hand, was jealous of his affairs. Nobody had touched Lady Celia except for the King since their affair begun, more than fifteen years ago. There was even a rumour that a knight tried to court her in secret, and was exiled for it.

"Wave those hips, Mary. Make me wild...", he groaned as he spun her more, bashing his groin against her womanhood harder and harder. His pumps sent her fiercely against the stone wall, and the sound could be heard travelling through it. What if there was someone hearing their lovemaking beyond that wall? Robert could not really tell.

"Ah, damn it...", he groaned as her womanhood clenched around him once more, reacting to his vigorous, energic humping. "Mary, you tease...", he giggled while taking her hands to hold strongly against his shoulders.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

Mary however had no intention of silencing her screams and moans. The pleasure she felt was far too intense to control herself anyways.
"Let ahhhh let them hear AHHHH...let them know...ahhhhhh how good you are ahhhhh with your cock.", she told him, her eyes opening for a moment to stare into his as their quick and wild lovemaking continued. Since the door was bolted, nobody would be able to interfere and Mary actually relished in the thought that someone might be listening in, trying to picture what was happening.

"Besides ahhhh you love it when ahhhhhhh i scream.", she reminded him and, using her skills, clenched her muscles, trapping his hard length even tighter. She knew that this always got him, so she loved doing it whenever he least expected it.

Becoming more and more frantic, Mary started bucking back against him, moving around to gain every possible bit of friction for both of them. Robert was the perfect lover. He always knew which spots to hit, even if that was much harder to accomplish in their uncomfortable position. Still, Mary openly screamed out her delight whenever he thrust into her just right.
"Robert...ahhhhh! Im going to...", but she never finished her announcement as her lover suddenly thrust into her harder than before, hitting her cervix which caused her to scream out loudly as her body fell into her orgasm. She shuddered, moaned and clenched around his shaft, desperate to prolong the sensation for as long as possible. What a delicious feeling this was, experiencing the orgasmic delights with a man lodged as deeply within her as possible.

Her climax seemed to last quite a bit, but that didnt always mean that Mary had had enough. When she had been younger, one orgasm had been enough to satisfy her, but as her sexual experiences grew, so did her appetite for pleasure. This seemingly endless energy and willingness was what often made her so popular amongst her lovers. Where most women walked away, seeing ther duty as finished, Mary was usually the one to wear the men out, coaxing every last drop and energy out of them.

So despite the fact that she had just cum, she still kept on rocking against Robert, eager for more. Thanks to the extra lubrication from her climax, he was driving into her even easier now, the noises of their union filling the small chamber along with their groans and moans of pleasure.

 

[LordLuck]

"Aaaahh... AAAaahh...", Robert shivered as he had hit square on her cervix, and to feel his lover reaching her own climax sent a little bit of the feeling Mary was experiencing through him, making the nobleman trembled with delight. His hands groped against her backside once more, kneading on her flesh even if over the fabric of the dress. He had to fill her up, he had to make her his once more.

The intensity of the moment brought the young man's endurance precious few moment upwards. He would reach it soon, he knew it, for Mary had this unearthly effect on him. And on most of her lovers, he knew. Although Hawkwood could be proud about how quick he managed to recover after a long session of lovemaking, Mary was simply unsatiable. He could hammer himself against her towards eternity and she would never stop begging for more.

"H-Have you... Have you reached it, sweetie?", he told her as he dived against her chest, kissing her bust before lifting his gaze to kiss at that delicious mouth Mary had. Her lips were simply the most exquisitive delicacy he had always tasted. Only one woman could claim she had a better taste, but it would be unwise of Robert to reveal that piece now. "Hhhhmm? Have y-you?"

His trusts proceeded into a steady pace, her weight helping him into bashing her against the wall fiercely. There was no way a man could resist Mary's charms. Indeed, it was she that had seeked him out. Robert had just arrived at the Court, and the little whore had already runned to his arms. If he had ordered, she would have bended over right before his father and his equerry.

Suddenly, Robert laid a powerful slap against Mary's buttocks, earning another squeal from her as he forced himself even further against her. His balls slapped audibly against her behind, completely coated into her fluids that even now dropped towards the floor, hitting a couple of flour sacks. That brough a wicked smile to his lips.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

"Yess, Robert, I have....but dont think I am satisfied yet.", she told him, her breathing ragged as she kept meeting this thrusts. Suddenly however she stopped moving, pressing her hands into his shoulders and telling him to stop as well.

As she untangled herself from him, she instantly felt empty, but she would not remain so for very long. The short pause was just part of an idea that had started to form in her mind. She moved to one of the stacked boxes and leaned across it. Using her hands she pulled her skirt up to reveal her wet and waiting womanhood to Robert once again.
"Take me like this.", she demanded with a coy smile. "You always go so much deeper when you enter me like this."
And right now, still bathing in the afterglow of her first climax, she wanted him deep.
"You like that, dont you?", she asked, wiggling her ass a little at him. It might not be as exquisit as Jane's, but it was still a treat for any man to see and touch.

Mary loved being taken from behind, with a man's hands playing with her breasts as they thrust into her deep and hard. And she knew that Robert like this position very much as well.
"Come on, I am waiting...I feel so empty. Fill me again.", she encouraged him.
"You still have to make me yours.", she purred, her body yearning to cum again. As a trained seductress she sent him that special come hither look she had perfected, while her hands were still holding her skirt up to give him the perfect view of what was his for now.
"Come Robert, let's finish what we started."

She felt his hands on her ass and she gasped when he slapped her lightly. He always liked to do that. She gasped again when she felt his cock at her pussy again and not wanting to be teased she pushed right back. Thanks to her climax, he slipped in with ease, eliciting a sigh from Mary. If only they had more time to prolong this experience! She could be like this with her lover for hours!

Once again she started to rotate her hips, trying to get as much pleasure as possible for both of them. And soon she was moaning and screaming again at each of his thrusts into her.
"Ahhhh yes....soo much deeper AHHHHH! Like that! Ahhh yes!", she moaned as she was once again drowning in pleasure, feeling a second orgasm welling up inside of her. In their new position they could not look at each other, but that was irrelevant. They were not a loving couple after all, but just out for a thrill.

 

[LordLuck]

At first, Robert was really troubled when Mary pushed against him a little, as he was really nearing his peak. If she denied him is release, Hawkwood would feel terribly outraged. But she would not. He knew it. Since the first time she had allowed him to climb her and mount her, a long time ago, the both had been respectful enough for each other to provide their partner with a wonderful feeling. In this case, however, it was a pleasure for Robert to merely watch how the girl had laid over the boxes and prostrated herself for him.

"Are you not wonderful, Mary?", he told her as his heavy breathing ease for a moment. The short pause had given him time to subdue his incoming orgasm for some time. And the young nobleman loved to have his women on their fours. He could never feel more powerful over them, dominating their bodies and mind with his powerful hammering, using them whole for his own delight, not deigning himself to stare at their eyes. Although taking Mary while standing made him felt superd, to take her fron behind was simply exquisitive. "Now, I simply love this behind of yours.", he said as he laid a hand over her milky white skin, the imprint of a crimson hand against her.

As she had wriggled her ass meaningfully for him, begging anyone passing by to take her, Robert took upon his position. Laying both hands along her lithe flanks, he slid into the woman way more easily than before, hilting himself although he had only desired to invade her slowly. A moan of delight escaped his lips as he felt his blood boiling for the girl once more.

"Aaah, damn it... Mary, you little whore...", he called her as he invaded her, his hands coming at her chest as helowered himself all above Mary, Robert's shadow blanketing her. A hand had pulled her dresses above her waistline once again, letting it emouldurate her white behind as he mounted her. Taking a hand towards her hair, Robert pulled on them as to gain some leverage, jerking her whole form against his rigid manhood, earning another squeal of delight as he went further into her, each pumping and pulling driving his hardness against her cervix, rubbing her sweet spot.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

Mary was in heaven. While she liked it slow and tender, at times she just needed in rhough and hard. Just the way Robert was treating her right then. He pulled on her hair, but it didnt hurt. Years ago they had found a rhythm of making love that brought only pleasure to both.

With each thrust, Mary was pushed forward, screaming as she felt him hit her sensitive cervix. Only few men had ever filled her so much, but out of all of them Robert was still her favourite.
"Ohhh Robert! Just like that!", she kept encouraging him, her sweet little ass moving against him in perfect sync.
"Oh God! Nobody fills me like you do! Ahhh!"

Her hands were grasping the box now, her whole body focused on his hardness moving inside of her. The intensity of the pleasure she was feeling was a thousandfold in this new position and soon she started to feel close to cumming again. Yet once again she was trying to hold it off.
She wanted Robert to cum at the same time. Not out of any emotional attachment however or a sense of unity, but simply because she had learned that a man cumming inside her always strengthened her own orgasm almost to the point of letting her see stars.

So as Robert pounded into her full force, she tried to concentrate on something unrelated to their union, but it seemded a lost cause. The pleasure and arousal was just too intense to be ignored. Once more she tightened her muscles, trapping Robert more firmly inside of her, knowing very well that this would only make him cum faster.
"Ohhh, Im getting close!, she called to him. "I want you to fill me Robert!"
She wasnt this demanding with all her lovers. In fact, she loved when a man took control, but once pleasure took over, it was all about her release for Mary.
"Ahhhh please! Do it!"
At this point she didnt even care that she was almost begging him now. All she knew was that she was about to cum and that she wanted it to be breathtaking.
"Ahhh Robert! Ahhh, please! Im about to ahhh cum!"

 

[LordLuck]

"Yes... Beg for it, Mary... You can do better than that...", he demanded her pleading as his moves became faster, harder, hilting his hardness deep into her until it shook her whole from, sending her inches forward, the heavy box moving with Mary's limp body as Robert gave her his harsh treatment. "T-Take it, girl... Yeaaahh...", he gave her a long groan of sheer delight as he got closer by the moment.

"Damn it, Mary, you're soooo... deep...", he moaned again, pulling her hair once more, making her arche her back as he pulled her towards his chest, her breasts jumping out of her loosened corset, bouncing and jiggling around as her hilted himself into her. The pounding went on unabated, Hawkwood never halted his pace.

There were only a handful of his lovers from wich the nobleman would accept that kind of orders. The humble Jane, and her wide hips, would never even dare to cross-look at him, fearing to loose the work she had to toil so hard to achieve in his father's household. No, only the precious few of his favoured affairs could do that, and foremost between all of them stood the gracious, lovely Mary and her slutty moves. He had to recognise, that bastard girl knew her art much better than he knew his. He pulled her by the hair until she was almost standing with her back rubbing at his chest, and then he proceeded to embrace her, his hands sliding against her chest, groping her breasts.

"Oooh, Mary... T-Take it. Take it ...aaAALL!", Robert bellowed at full lungs as he sped up his pace for a couple of moments before finally hilting himself deep into Mary, groaning savagely, primally as he exploded. He was sure she could feel the sudden heat change deep into her belly, his jolt of cum spreading into her womanhood and pouring against her insides, coating, blancketing her womb with his vigorous, thick, milky-white seed. A number of it poured outside, such was the strenght and volume of the load.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

He was pounding harder and harder into her, sending her into sensation overload. Her voice was reduced to an endless stream of "please" intermingled with cries of pleasure. It wasnt often that she lost herself in the act of fucking like this, but Robert had always managed to get her to this place where the world didnt exist. Only the need to cum was there.

Her body willingly obeyed his minstrations, bending and moving to his will. When he pulled her up to grasp at her breasts, one of her now free hands went to stroke her clit, adding to the already overstimulating pleasure she was feeling.

"Yes! Just do it!", she called and then screamed as she felt the heat of his essence deep within her. In that very moment she allowed her orgasm to just crash onto her and it hit her harder than she would have expected. She fell over the box again, Robert still inside her as her body continued to spasm and shudder in the throes of her climax. It was as if the sensation would never end as her womanhood kept gripping his hard length, coating it in her sweet nectar.

Finally however the magic had to pass, leaving Mary leaning over the box, her breath utterly ragged, but a sweet satisfied smile on her face. She could feel Robert's cock softening inside of her, allowing their combined juices to trickle out of her and down her legs. What a sweet feeling that was!
"Mmmm, this was much better than last time.", she said dreamily. "I wish we could do it again right away."
Slowly she got up and turned to look at him, that sweet coy smile still on her face. She definitely had the passion and willingness to go again, but she knew that she had no more time to waste. The King would be looking for her soon and she needed to get cleaned up before seeing to their newest guest.

Still, Mary sent a rather sad look towards Robert's cock, glistening with their combined essence. She knew that she could easily get it back hard again, but she would have to keep this pleasure for another time. Apparently being away from each other for a couple of days only intensified their love making, which Mary certainly didnt mind.

Slowly she started to arrange her dress again so that she would look appropriate enough to walk the halls to get to her chambers. While tying up her corset at the front, she kept smiling at Robert, still warmed by their oh so recent act.
"Next time we skip all the dancing and get right down to it.", she announced, the smile once again gracing her pretty face.
"That way we will have more time for the good stuff.", she added walking closer to him now to place a rather chaste kiss on his lips.
"I really dont want to leave...", she admitted. She certainly could go for more. But perhaps her next lover would not be so bad. She could always hope.
"Oh and Robert, the next time you take your little maid from behind, try not to imagine it is me.", she whispered to him mischeviously before moving to remove the bolt from the door to go and get ready as quickly as possible.


Meanwhile in the great hall, the king was scanning the growd for his bastard daughter.
"Where is she? Im supposed to introducer her to the prince!", he asked, his tone showing that he was not a man of patience.
"Relax. She is probably preparing herself for him. You know that she has never failed you before.", his mistress said, lovingly carressing his cheek. "Just wait. Tomorrow morning you will have a very satisfied guest, ready to bring only the greatest praise back to his homeland about you and your kingdom."
This wouldnt be the first prince Mary had convinced of the qualities of her 'kingdom' after all.

 

[LordLuck]

However, as Mary unbolted the door, the half-dressed Robert pulled her against his chest by her behind, showering her neck with many kisses, and waving her around the room, careful enough not to hit her against the boxes and other storaged objects. The future Duke Hawkwood was laughting out of joy while he shared his friendship with the King's bastard daughter. Some even said that Mary was the King's heir, being the older surviving child of Your Majesty.

"Now you come here, you little, depraved girl!", he told her as he kissed her gorgeous, delicious lips one last time. He knew that he could hold her in place, she would melt, and remain with him for the rest of the evening. However, it would be bad for Mary to keep her, for her father would possibly be furious with her absence already. "Make that German Hound happy, and remember to come back to me."

Curiously enough, Robert never wished to marry her. The both of them had been lovers since ever, sharing their friendship and consorting togheter, talking about their amorous lives while sharing a bed of her own. However, although the both loved each other in a sense, he would never marry her. Mary had no standing. Had no title. No land, nothing except for the money her father used to sponsor her while using her as a tool for his politics.

"So... you plan on sleeping with him, passing the night with this envoy?", he asked her as he got dressed, guarding his limp manhood into his trousers while buckling his belt, and then taking upon his coat. Barring that, the Duke's Firstborn was completely ready, as if nothing had ever happened to him except the unusual sweat under his arms and over his forehead.

He knew that she would leave without awnsering, and so he let her go. She had bussiness to take care off. In the name of the King.

***

"Now, that is just outrageous.", the Archbishop Wulfric groaned in his loud voice, talking to a small circle around him. His voice was purposefully filled with a bait of mockery, aimed at Lady Celia and her constant presence with her paramour, the King. The Archbishop was very close to the Queen, a supporter of the Catholic ways, and influent over two thirds of the nobles of the Kingdom. And about a month ago, his preachings started to attack both Lady Celia and her daughter, calling them blasphemous worshippers of the Devil and Idols, Licentious and Lecherous women.

And the King disliked that.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

Mary was quick to get herself presentable once more. She washed to hide any signs of her earlier sexual encounter and put on a new robe of red satin, once again tied at the front. All her gowns were of the same style as they were easier to tie and untie by herself with no assisstance needed. Appearing more proper this time however, she wore an undergarment as well, not knowing whether her next lover was as wild as Robert or more of the conservative type.

She hurried back to the main hall, walking straight towards her parents. A few feet away from them she bowed gracefuly as was customary in front of the king and then smiled at him.
"I hear that you want to introduce me to somebody. I am most curious to meet this man.", she said, ever so pleasant. Mary's relationship to her father was incredibly formal and they rarely ever spoke of anything but her next tasks and duties. While the king loved her mother, she herself was nothing more than a pawn for him.

For a moment her eyes darted around the room and when she spotted Robert in the crowd she could not help but send him a quick mischievious smile before turning back to her parents, waiting to be shown her next target.
She had heard that the Germans were tall and strongly built, but that they were also rather cold and distant. While she already imagined a tall broad warrior, her image was quickly shattered as she was introduced to the foreign prince.


Meanwhile the people around the bishop nodded enthusiastically.
"Such a thing is shameful for our kingdom! Keeping his mistress on his lap while his wife is sitting right beside him!", a lesser noble complained. He was quick to side against the king more out of spite however, than because of moral beliefs. He himself had a mistress, though he was much more discrete about it than their ruler.
"And that child of theirs...rumors say she is as bad as her mother. If not worse!", a lady at the table added, hiding her face behind her expensive fan. "Someone should teach that child a lesson and save her from the fires of hell. Her mother probably led the poor soul astray."

 

[LordLuck]

Indeed, Mary's image about the Germans was shaken as three men stood forth. One of them, the one wearing the most plain of blue jackets, nodded in acknowledgement. Another one, the German of legend, stood tall and distant. He wore a somewhat rustic finery comparing to his colleagues, brown fabric with golden breeches all around; but his shoulders were broad and his face sported a well-groomed beard. This one wore a long, heavy bear-pelt over his shoulders. The most imposing of the three, he only offerer a humble curtsie towards the King.

And between the impressive, large war-like man and the plain, bored-looking man stood a third man whose figure was less than appealing. A young man, probably younger than Mary herself, looked towards the both of his companions before blushing as he looked towards the lady that was supposed to accompany in the night. The young man had curly, light-brown hair, and his coat barely covered his frilly shirts and trousers. He really did not seemed at home with all this situation, although he looked upon Mary with some curiosity. The taller man stared at Mary shamelessly, and she could notice the familiar glitter of lust in his gaze, barely concealed under his feathered hat.

The young man murmured something to the thin, plain-looking man, who then replied something in their germanic tongue. Their accent was rough, the dialect brutish, and none except the three could understand their little discussion. Finally, the plain looking man in blue took a step forward, and making an elaborated curtsie to both the King and the ladies, he spoke in a heavy accented english.

"Your Majesty. My Ladies, I present you all Your Highness the Arch-Elector of Nuln, Prince of Brandenburg-Holstein and Count of Friesland, Lord Lazló Rickard Die Frieslander." The man in blue, the translator to the Arch-Elector, made a reverence that the boy accepted with a proud although slightly confused smile. "Your Highness is most pleased to be offered such pleasant and gorgeous company for his stay with Your Majesty the King of England. He will be sure to make Your Imperial Majesty hear about the warm and worthwhile stay."

While the Germans were introduced, the Archbishop smiled as he heard his boot-lickers prasiing his opinion and words. "Why indeed, my Lady. That's is why I intend on looking on to her myself.", a murmur of surprise and praise raised for the Archbishop, that smiled proudly, pleased. He offered his gloved hand for the lady with the fan, that bent over a little to kiss his golden ring with deference. "I will wait for you tomorrow, my dear.", he whispered at her ear as she lowered to kiss the ring. The woman with the fan, Lady Silversleeves, blushed a little, covering her face quickly with the waving fan.

She had been kissing much more than only Wulfric's ring, and some suspected it already.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

Mary had to gather all her control not to pull a face as it would be incredibly rude and only bring shame to her father. So she put on her prettiest of fake smiles and bowed to the German prince.

"Welcome to our beautiful country. I hope you have enjoyed your stay here so far. And I am sure you will enjoy it even more in the future.", she greeted him with a smile that promised great enjoyment indeed. However, the only one obviously understanding the message was the tall warrior next to the prince. Suddenly Mary regretted that the two men could not trade places, but she had never been able to choose most of her lovers. Apart from Robert, most other men had been picked for her by her father, regardless of their age or appearance. What mattered was that they were all men of power or wealth or influence, which the King was in need of.

"My daughter Lady Mary has graciously offered to be your companion for this ball as well as for whatever plans you have for later.", the King spoke, clearly insinuating what would not be spoken loudly.
"Seeing as we werent sure whether you liked out food, I have asked our cooks to prepare traditional german meals in another chamber. It will offer you more privacy and silence for conversations. This music and dancing can get very distracting after all.", he continued, nodding towards the Prince and then to Mary, who nodded back, quickly getting the hint.

"I am not very knowledgable of your language, your highness, but perhaps we can still upkeep a conversation without a translator...unless of course your majesty prefers the extra company.", she said sweetly, taking a few steps towards the shy youth, her dress floating with the sensual sway of her hips.
Usually her lovers were older than her, so this was definitely a new experience for the young woman. Silently she compared the youth before her with Robert and almost instantly came to the conclusion that there was nothing to compare. Robert was everything a man should be in her eyes, while the german envoy didnt impress her at all.
Still smiling Mary extended a hand to the visitor in a friendly, yet not overly forward gesture. Perhaps she needed to take things slowly with this one.



What the bishop did not realize was that not all present at his table were truly his followers. Of course the King had ears and eyes everywhere, especially around people of the church, who constantly tried to meddle with his affairs.
As soon as it was possible the spy slipped away, waiting for the right moment to approach the king with the bishop's newest complaints. So far the King had left the man go, but the holy man's words would not go unnoticed forever. Action needed to be taken, and soon.

 

[LordLuck]

The translator prepared to interact, in order to prevent the Prince from doing anything foolish in the name of the Empire, but Rickard merely shutted him up with a powerful, stern glare, saying an interjection in german that took the blood out of the traslator's face, and brought a simpleton's smile towards the taller man's visage. The Prince opened his mouth to say something for Mary, or to thank the King, but no words escaped his lips. Taking a deep breathe, he tried once again.

"T... T... Danke, Yourrr Majesty. I apprrreciate the... the... offer.", he said with a heavy R , distinctive from the frisians. Although his mother was from Saxony, Rickard's father was the late Count of Friesland, and that brought him wealthy riches and a place of influence within the Imperial Electorate. He took upon Mary's offered hand with a little reluctance, but then allowed her to lead the way forth. She was gorgeous. She was the most beautiful english lady he had ever seen. Rickard smile to her, then to her mother, Lady Celia, noticing from where she had taken her good looks.

The large german approached the Prince before they started to walk, saying some words of warning at his ear. The King had called her daughter, but the Germans knew that she was in fact a bastard. She was no princess. But the King had deemed fit to recognise her as his own before the Embassy, and that alone meant she had great influence in the immediate Court. As Mary walked, leading Rickard around and leaving the others, the Prince took his chance to look at her plump backside, shamelessly admiring her curves.

"I... understand you... and words you say. But I no good English-Speaker.", he tried to speak, sometimes uttering a word or a curse in frisian or german, not that Mary knew how to differ from one to the other language. "You be very beautiful.", the Prince told her, blushing a little. He looked at her eyes, paying attention to Mary only as if she had enthralled his attentions.

The tall german took the translator down towards a table next to the ball-floor. A happy, animated volte was playing, and from their position the Embassy could maintain their eyes in the young Prince. Who'd knew that it was the same table where Wulfrik stood with his covenant? Right now, the Archbishop had laid a wrinkled hand above Lady Silversleeves' lap, and the woman merely acknowledge the fact by fanning herself harder.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

Although the Prince's skills of her language wanted to make Mary giggle, she knew how to control herself and smile charmingly instead. She was sure however that during one of her future tumbles with Robert the two would have a lot of fun making fun of the German guest.

"Thank you, your highness. Your compliment is most flattering.", she replied graciously to his words, even though she had received words of praise that had been far more poetic than his humble comment on her appearance.
"And your lack of efficiency in my native tongue should be no barrier for a conversation. I have once read that our bodies speak a language that knows no boundaries.", she continued as they sat down together.

Mary gracefully reached for the golden goblet before him and then the flask in the middle of the table, pourring her guest some wine.
"You have to try it. It's very nice.", she told him, holding the goblet out to him. "It also helps to relax."
The most important thing was for the man to feel at ease around her and wine was always a good ally to achieve this.
"Now, my prince, tell me all about the marvelous country of yours. You had the pleasure of seeing mine, so I would like to learn of yours. What are the festivities like? And the women? Are they all as pretty as our english ladies?"
All the while, she was trying to keep eye contact with him to make sure that he saw all the little seductive gestures - a casual caress over her lip or an adjustment of her necklace which was hanging right above the swell of her breasts.


By then the spy had managed to convey the newest messages regarding Bishop to the King and Lady Celia and the woman was quick to take action. She would not allow the church to meddle with her business any longer. With the King's blessing, she slowly approached the table where the devoted followers had gathered around the holy man. Although she was but the King's mistress, she held her head high and walked with the confidence of a Queen.
Disregarding the fact that she might be ruining a moment between the Bishop and Lady Silversleeves, she bowed as was proper, to kiss the man's ring.
"Your Eminence, I have come to congratulate you on your last speech during mass.", she complimented him. "I know that you do not hold me in high regard, but I assure you that I attend church as any other good woman and speak my prayers with utmost respect for the Lord....I would love if my daughter would be a bit more disciplined with her devotion to God however. I fear she has not confessed in a while and I worry about her soul. Will you not take care of the matter for me? While you may deem my soul damned, I implore you to save my beloved daughter."
All the while her voice was sweet and soft, very much innocent and not in any way resembling the way she usually spoke. Especially not around the King. But it was all part of a plan. She needed Mary to take care of this man once and for all to silence his evil comments.

 

[LordLuck]

And all of those gestures were not made for nothing. After all, the young Prince's attentions were all over Mary's form, not losing a single smile, a lone wink. His eye swashed all over her form, in a mix of admiration and desire. The boy had eyes for no other lady, althought other gorgeous women also filled the King'd Ball. Lady Celia, her mother, for example, was between the most beautiful womans in the whole of England. Lady Silversleeves fought for the title as well, although she prefeered to keep her appearances misterious under her fan, a fact that most of the times attracted suitors rather than scare them off.

"I... try to... to talk better... Lady Mary may teach me?", he asked with a rather naive smile on his lips. Surely, that was indeed one of the reasons the Arch-Lector had been sent. He was from the noblest of the Germanic stocks of their vast nobility, but her lack of experience usually had the others peers of the Embassy talking for him. "Your words... your voice... are all sweet as... honey.", he woven another compliment, blushing once again at her questions.

"I-I w-would love to... to... bring the Lady to Friesland. It is cold... it rains... there are fine women, but none as fair as you.", he told her, reaching for the goblet of wine and emptying in one long gulp. The man was steading his nervers, after all. There was nothing telling her he was dizzy already, but only a few more globets and he would be hammered.

Wulfrik had been staring at Mary and the foreign Prince with curiosity in his eyes, knowing that the King was plotting something to achieve the Imperial favour. Not that it meant much practicaly, but the Empire was the sovereign potence in the World, both this and the next. What was he hoping to achive? He could only hope as his hand travelled higher along Lady Silversleeve's dress. Poor Lord Silversleeves. Not an important man at all. Had no money, a few acres of unfertile land, and according to the rumours, lacked in the virility quesitus. Always troubled by the damned Welsh that even today raided his lands to steal his cattle. And his wife. The only blessing of his life, the gorgeous woman he had reached...

...and that was unfaithful herself. Even now, Lady Silversleeves had laid her hand above the Archbishop's lap, sliding down the table to few eyes could notice her movements.

"My Lady Celia.", the eclesiarch potentate told her with a cold voice. "Your soul is not yet damned. You've indulged in the foulest of sins, but nobody stands beyond redemption. If you'd come to confess with me tomorrow in the afternoon, I would be glad to receive you with open arms. Your daughter... walked the same path as you do. I'd aks her to come as well."

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

"Oh, I would make a horrible teacher.", Mary said with a sweet laugh. "But I will try my best for you, my prince.", she added, sending him a little wink as she reached out for his empty goblet to fill it once more.

To his invitation she nodded eagerly, even though she knew that she would never ever go. Her place was in London at the court. This was the only world she knew and cared to know. Still, for the men she entertained, she had to lie.
"That would be most wonderful! Thank you very much for honoring me with your invitation!", she told him, handing him his once again full goblet.

While he drank, Mary reached for the grapes on the table, knowing that they were there for a reason. She carefully plucked one grape and slowly moved it to her mouth, her full red lips enveloping the fruit as she tasted it slowly. It had taken practice, but by now Mary knew how to make even this minor action appear seductive to the eyes of men.
"Those grapes are delicious, your highness. You should taste them.", she purred to him, quickly reaching for another one, once again eating it with the utmost care to perfection.
"Don't you find that the music is getting rather loud? I can barely hear a word.", she spoke, even though it was far from true. It was of course all done to get to the deed as quickly as possible.
While Mary usually loved the flirting and sensual innuendos, this game was rather hard to play with this particular foreign guest.
"Would you not like some more privacy as well, my prince?", she asked coyly.



At the other table, Lady Celia sent a gracious smile to the bishop.
"I thank you for those words, your eminence. They have given me hope. But alas, the King has already made plans for me for tomorrow. My daughter, the Lady Mary however, will appear dutifully for her confession. I will make sure of it. Shall she meet you in the chapel?"
Lady Celia herself had no intention of going to confessiom with the bishop who so openly despised her. While she regularly went to church, she was no religious woman and prefered to live according to her own morals rather than those preached by the priests. It was the same lifestyle that she had passed on to her daughter, who embraced it fully and happily.

 

[LordLuck]

The Prince blushed once more. Perhaps he did understand a lot more than Mary was taking him to, her every innuendo comprehended although his pronounce was a little bit impaired. For a moment, Rickard played with his goblet, too shy to stare at her again without an awnser. The boy had taken full interest into watching how she had rotated the round, smooth grape against her sensual lips, and finally shivered as she swallowed, noticing how it passed through her lithe neck down her stomach.

There were more than a little prying eyes above te two of them. Some men laughted in hushed voices as they've seen Mary playing with the Prince as a playful kitten would taunt a mouse, petting her from side to side in order to enthrall him even further.

He looked for his companions at the Embassy, but while the taller man still stood looking at him, the translator smiled and chatted with another man, probably english, that he had not knew yet. Perhaps a friend on the foreign Court? He could not know. Finally, he took a decision. The night was still young, and Rickard knew that it would probably be the only night he would have with a woman so wonderfully gorgeous as Mary. He took the whole goblet of wine in a single sip once again, his German heritage tolerating the beverage with little more than a crimson colour coming to his smiling cheeks.

"Later... later. We have the privacy we want later.", he said as he took a hand to prudishly touch Mary's. "I want dancing. Would you come with me, Lady Mary?", he said with all the courage he could gather.

As he raised to help her stand, the Archbishop was staring upside down at Lady Celia. Of course he knew what she was implying. More than once he had heard the rumour about Mary's tasks done for her father, and Wulfrik had no trouble guessing what the King had planned for his Mistress. "I will welcome her tomorrow, then, Lady Celia. However, I hope you follow suit as soon as possible. There's still time to redeem both you and her...", the bishop said as he laid eye over Mary and the Prince. Lady Silversleeves' hand kept under the table moved suspiciously, and Lady Celia was sure about what really happened underneath. She used to do the same thing herself.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

"What a wonderful suggestion, your highness. Dancing is yet another thing we can enjoy without having to worry about language.", Mary said, standing up quickly. While it was harder to give obvious signs to a man in the mids of a dancing crowd, she had learned how to accomplish this as well.
She quickly took a few sips of her own wine before nodding towards Rickard and offering him her hand once more.

Together they joined the other couples as the muscians began another festive tune. At every possible chance, Mary brushed her body against the German prince far more than was necessary, while at the same time making sure that he watched her movements carefully. Her mother had gone to great lengths to make sure Mary would become a marvellous dancer with the ability to capture a man's attention without even looking at him or uttering a word.

At ties however, Mary would be bold and brush her hand over his crotch whenever she knew that her body shielded her action from the prying eyes of the crowd around them. Whenever she did, she sent sensual glances up at Rickard, before suddenly turning away to follow the next steps of the dance. It was the same tactic she had used before on Robert before the two lovers had disappeared into the storage chamber.
"Dancing is one of my passions and I hope you are enjoying it as much as I do, your highness.", she whispered meaningfully to him as their bodies locked for a moment to make several turns before separating again.



For Lady Celia it was not hard to spot a trick that she had perfected a long time ago and for a moment she even wondered whether she should tell Lady Silversleeves to move her hand more gently as to not attract too much attention to the movement. But in the end she kept her advice to herself and instead just bowed to the bishop.
"I will make sure to seek you out as soon as I find the time, your eminence. I do wish to join our Lord one day after all and not be cast into the firey pits of hell. For now however my daughter's salvation is more important to me than mine. I entrust you to your most capable hands."
She gave him a short smile and then a nod to Lady Silversleeves before taking her leave, returning to the King's side, where she whispered to him that everything would be alright again by the next evening.
Her eyes however quickly returned to the table, watching closely the subtle, yet to her incredibly obvious, interactions between the holy man and his noble follower. It was rather entertaining to her how much of a hypocrite the man was, but at least this fact would play in her advantage.

 

[LordLuck]

The Prince was quite happy to take Mary's hand, and lead her between the few couples that still danced. It was still very early in the evening, and the dance would get busier as the time passed. Of course, as the new song started to be played, a number of other couples joined the Arch-Elector and his companion, making up for the louder noise of the son with their steps on the marble floor.

The Dance

And suddenly, Rickard felt something. Mary had lingered her last movement against him a little more, almost as if rubbing herself against his belly, once he finally felt her hands. Soft, warm hands playing along his groin, cupping his manhood and sending his heart pumping faster and faster. His blood hammered his ears as he tried not to look quite to surprised, but his wide eyes told her he had not been used to that treament.

"I-I really like dancing with the Lady Mary... her moves are most exquisitive!", he told her between giggles. Rickard looked outside from the dancing ground, seeing his Embassy. While the translator was busy chatting with another dignatary, the larger man merely grinned at him, between his beard. Had Gervhart seen Mary's audacious grope? It seemed he did...


Wulfrik could tell that Lady Celia had noticed more than what he wished her for. He had stared at Lady Silversleeves with a stern, outraged look, but the woman merely blinked her eyes inocently and waved the fan faster as her other hand handled the Archbishop. The Ecclesiarch had the sense of retributing the King's Mistress a last smile of understanding, patronizing her with his stare before sending her away with a waving of his hand, dismissing Celia and allowing Silversleeves to be even more energic.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

Once again Mary wanted to giggle at her companion. He really seemed almost naive compared to the men she usually dealt with. Instantly she started to wonder how innocent the Prince really was, which of course also sparked thoughts of whether she would be able to enjoy him taking her as much as she enjoyed being with Robert.

"I am glad that your highness is amused. We wouldnt want you to be bored after all.", she told him as they kept on following the lively steps of the dance, even though she now refrained from carressing his manhood too much, fearing that she might embarrass him too much. Perhaps he was a man who was more at ease without a crowd around him. She did notice his constant glances back at his companions after all.
"Is my company not sufficient enough?", she teased him a little as she caught him staring in his guard's direction once again.

Together they made the last turn just as the music slowly faded out, the musicians taking a short break to drink some wine before beginning the next song. During a royal ball there was barely a moment where there was no music filling the air, allowing couples to dance and entertain the crowd. At times ladies of the court would even put together special performances, but tonight was far less organized. It was but a gathering to amuse the nobles and courtiers, the foreign ambassadors and guests and of course the King himself.
Mary took part in the next dance with Rickard and the one following as well and she began to think that the Prince was perhaps not interested in spending the night with her at all. Still, she could not just give up as it would surely displease her father. So she started yet another attempt in gaining the Prince's full attention.

"I apologize, but I am rather exhausted from dancing for now. Would my Prince join me in taking a rest and perhaps some refreshments?", she asked, smiling sensually at him, her hand moving to rest on his chest for a moment. "Or perhaps we could take a walk and escape this loud music for a moment. Unless of course your companions think that leaving the hall with a lady is too dangerous." Again she teased him a little, hoping that his pride would make him go with her, just to prove that he could.


Up on the throne, Lady Celia chuckled as she still watched Lady Silversleeves and the Bishop trying to silently exchange some favours. Clearly, the woman had a lot to learn. But the truth was that secretly watching did excite the royal mistress and she shifted a little in her lover's lap.
"It is so unfair. So many couples in this room alone are having fun, while we have to sit here and watch.", she complained sweetly into her husband's ear.
The King however just chuckled and reached for his goblet of wine.
"Even though your eagerness is always driving me wild, you have to be patient my dear. I have guests to entertain before I can entertain you."
He spoke much louder than his lover, not caring that his wife, sitting right next to him, would be able to overhear. Although he had told Celia to wait, his hand moved to her breast and gave it a quick grope, before moving back down to rest on her waist.