To make him hers

[LordLuck]

"You company all I need.", he told her, blushing so hard he looked like a shrimp for a moment, growing all hot before he could even manage to control. Rickard was thankful that his manhood was well-adjusted into his pants, otherwise it might be soaring high even now for Lady Mary. The Prince kept dancing, his hold on Mary growing tighter and more possessive by the moment as he feared that she might escape alone.

And the music went on and the both of them danced, Rickard's touch was growing stronger around her body. Perhaps it was the confidence that she was bringing up to him, perhaps it was the sense of defiance before his colleagues at the Embassy, every now and then looking towards the dancing couple, but he wished to see if all her promises were true, finally.

"Let's escape!", he whispered so excitedly it surely sounded like a little shout. The hushed tone on his voice, however, had called attention to them a little, and once more young Rickard was blushing, handling his hand to Mary so she could take him away as quickly as possible. He was corageous enough even to lay a playful slap against her backside, spurning her forth.


Curiously, Lady Celia had noticed how the other gentlemen and ladies sitting in the Archbishop's table seemed oblivious to what was happening between Wulfrik and Lady Silversleeves. The woman was dissimulated enough to conceal her true doings from most of the onlookers, but not from her experienced eyes. Only a man looked upon the unholy couple, far away, sitting lonely on a table by the furthest wall of the Great Hall. He looked towards Lady Silversleeve's back, discerning her pumping movements with sadness in his eyes.

It was the poor Lord Silversleeves himself. Such a cursed man.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

A small grin appeared on Mary's face as she finally saw some signs of interest coming from the Prince. Not only did it mean that she would fulfill her task, it was also stroking her vanity that yet another man hadnt been able to resist her. She quickly grabbed Rickard's hand and almost pulled him out of the dancing hall, giggling a little when she felt his hand on her butt. So he was even excited after all!

The moment they moved further and further away from the hall, Mary became more open in her choice of words.
"I am glad that we managed to find some time for ourselves.", she spoke, turning to look at him with her come-hither expression.
"Especially since there is something I am very very curious about.", she continued, suddenly stopping and moving to stand in front of him, her hand moving to rest just above his crotch. "One of my friends here in the palace married a German nobleman and she told me that your people are exceptionally good kissers. Now, is that true, your highness?"

At this question she was standing extremely close to him. Much closer that she had been all evening, with the tips of their noses almost touching.
While they were alone, they were still in the middle of one of the many corridors within the palace. Mary had to smile as a memory surfaced in her mind. There was one time she and Robert had gotten so hot and wild that they hadnt even managed to get into a chamber and instead he had taken her right against the wall, without a care that anyone could walk by.

Now she would not be able to do this with her newest companion, so she reached for his hand and spoke: "But perhaps this is not the place for such talk. Will you show me your chambers in the palace? I am sure they are much finer than mine."
As the King's special guest, the Prince had probably been offered one of the fanciest bedrooms within the palace. While Mary's room of coure was far from poor and plain, she never allowed any men to visit her there. Not even Robert had had the pleasure to fuck Mary on her comfortable bed.



Soon enough the spectacle Lady Celia had been following ended and Lady Silversleeves descreetly removed her hand, absentmindedly wiping it against the fine tablecloth. The act brought a small chuckle from the King's mistress, but it died quickly as her eyes moved over the crowd and fell on Lord Silversleeves. Poor man indeed. Married to a beautiful woman, but having to share her with many others. In fact, Lady Celia wasnt even sure if the man got to enjoy the pleasures of his wife at all anymore. What she did know was that the fool was madly in love with his wife and refusing to take on a mistress in the hope of his wife changing her ways. As if this would ever happn. Lady Celia knew that a woman once entering the path of pleasure, would never ever leave it again. Who needed love if it only made people as miserable as the poor Lord in the darkness?
Suddenly however Celia felt a little pity for the man as well, silently deciding that perhaps she should find a way to cheer the man up. He surely was handsome enough and she did get rather lonely on those nights when the King was busy.

 

[LordLuck]

Although Rickard was far too taken to notice it, the larger, taller man of the Germanic Embassy stood on his feet quickly as Mary lead him away from the Great Hall. However, as he saw that his move was quite too fast, and a number of people looked startled towards the Imperial Collosus, the man sat down on his table, looking gruff and worried. He served himself a pitcher of strong ale instead of the wine most served, and in second she had swallowed it all without even breathing. Such were the Germans' Skill to drink.

The Prince himself had not been a weak gut, Mary could tell. He had two globets of wine, filled to the brim, and his cheeks barely got any colour. Once more, the boy had blushed furiously outside when Mary had approached him far beyond when it would be proper and civilized, but the drinking had barely taken any effect over him. "K-Kissers?", he asked.

Suddenly, he had one idea. It sounded awfully stupid to Rickard, but perhaps it would bear fruit? "Yes.", he told Mary. "Some say the French be best kissers. Others that the Italians are the... the most amorous. Once, I've slapped a man that... said the Dutch were the best. I think I prove them wrong.", he said as he took her hand, and laid a soft, chaste kiss against the back of her hand. Hearing she would be very interested into visiting his quarters, the Prince's heart beated harder. He quickly lead her around the maze-like corridors and halls of the Palace, knowing where to turn and never losing himself, almost running like an excited child. Perhaps, in a sense, he was.

And as Lady Celia had noticed it, Lord Silversleeves has as well. His beloved wife slowly took her hand away from the Archbishop's lap. The whore. The bitch. The adulterer. She had laid with Wulfrik, with that upstart boy Hawkwood, and with a third of the men in the very room. His ears started to grow crimson as of his fury. But he loved her. Still, Lord Silversleeves loved his lady. She was a gorgeous woman, and it was only natural that she was courted by the other nobles. He tried to shake that true out of his head, but he could not. He loved her. Far too much to pay her back on the same coin. Or was he? Doubt filled Silversleeves mind for a moment as his wife slowly stood up, kissing the Archbishop's ring once more before walking through the crowd.

The young Hawkwood approached her. Robert Hawkwood, son of the always-absent Duke Hawkwood. The skirt-chaser. The seducer. Lord Silversleeves decided that instead of watching his wife cheating on him, he'd rather die out of drinking, and filled his globet once again, emptying it in seconds to repeat the process until his bottle was empty.

As he tried to ignore her, Lady Silversleeves could not care the least for her husband as she met the young seducer. The both of them talked in hushed tones, her fan always flapping as if trying to conceal her blatant cheating. Finally, Hawkwood kissed her hand and lead her out to the dancing ground for Lord Silversleeves utmost despair. Another bottle was ordered.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

At first, Mary was sure that Rickard would kiss and her prove his point, but instead his lips descended on the back of her hand in a most chaste and polite gesture. Not that it made it any less charming. Unlike many of the other men she was usually seducing, the german prince seemed to hold good manners and proper behaviour quite highly. While it was unusual, Mary actually began to see a certain charm in it.

Soon he was leading her through the corridors that were oh so familiar to her by now until they reached his quarters. As Mary had expected, they were big and luxurious. The furniture was of the best dark wood, perfectly sculpted and polished to fit royalty. The room was also decorated with large paintings of the english countryside and dark red curtains, which added to the majesty of the room.
Of course Mary's eyes first fell on the large four-post bed, surrounded by half-sheer curtains that allowed for some privacy. All in all, she definitely liked this room very much.

Confidently she walked to the massive table on which some wine was already prepared for the inhabitant of the chamber. She reached for the goblet and the flask and pourred Rickard more to drink.
"Here. Let us drink to our meeting.", she suggested as she held the cup out to him. She watched him finish it in one go and so she took the cup from him and turned around again to pourr him more of the delicious wine. Just that this time she took a little longer in doing so and the reason became obvious as she turned around again to offer the cup to him.

She had unlaced the front of her gown, giving him perfect view of her almost sheer undergarment that failed to hide the perfect swell of her breast and the darkness of her areolas. She stepped closer towards him, her hips swaying seductively as she pushed the cup into his hand.
"I hope you do not mind. The corset was getting a little uncomfortable.", she lied sweetly.


Lady Celia remained by the King's side until a group of gentlemen from his council approached him to discuss issues that were deemed too intellectual for a woman to understand. So the beautiful mistress excused herself and began to move through the crowd. While she stopped here and there to exchange pleasantries with some women, she still knew exactly where she was heading. Finally she had reached the dark corner in which Lord Silversleeves was sitting and took the drink he was about to have right out of his hand to finish it herself.

"I apologize, but my throat felt so incredibly dry.", she said, smiling at him. The poor man seemed so far gone that she didnt even bother with polite chit chat anymore.
"I am sorry about your wife.", she said honestly, showing that she very much had a caring side as well. "You should consider taking a mistress, my Lord.", she continued boldly. "The entire court knows you love the Lady Silversleeves, but love will not satisfy a man's needs." And she knew all too well about those. Going too long without a woman made any man miserable and grumpy.

 

[LordLuck]

As a combination of the eerie warm colours that adorned the room, a confortable atmosphere of warmth and heat was brough up for the one living on it. It was a chamber for high dignataries, yes, but also one for lovers. For those that would meet in passion and sensuality. Prince Rickard ignored that second bit completely, but Lady Mary was aware that the choice had surely laid upon her mother's shoulders. Lady Celia knew every little bedchamber on the Palace, having spent her most delicious nights in them with the King, and this one her lover had deemed more than capable of allowing Mary to take on anything that the Holy Roman Empire could thrown at England.

"L-Lady Mary!", Rickard exclaimed with surprise, blushing to a crimson tone as he stared at her bust, noticing how perfectly round Mary's breasts were, the darker little forms of her areolas sending jolts of excitement through the younger man's veins. The Prince could not hide the sudden bulge growing down his groin, forcing it's way through the fabric almost to the point of tearing it apart. "T-That is... p-proper?", he asked.

"W-What are you doing?", he asked her as he took upon the goblet, sipping it all once more - except that this time, he went way slower. A trail of wine escaped through the side of his lips as he was not as dedicated into the drinking as he was into admiring Mary's ample bosom.


Although he did not seemed far too aware of the fact, Lord Silversleeves had noticed as Lady Celia approached. But she had nothing to do with him, he rather guesses that the King's Mistress would probably merely walk him by in order to seat and talk with Lady Feaharn about the rotten dirt of depravity that coloured and gave so much life to this Court. He knew already that his wife would surely the point of main interests as many already spoke of him in hushed tones. Some said he was impotent. Impotent their asses!

As Lady Celia took upon his drink, Lord Silversleeves looked upon her, staring at her face with a fierce fury that would have scared her with the sheer hatred he possessed deep into his heart. But without allowing the rage to escape, Lord Silversleeves blinked, the passion dissapearing from his eyes as he allowed Celia to approach.

"You're damn right I should, woman.", he said with a grumpy undertone. "You should know about that, shouldn't you, my Lady?", he said as he stared at her once again. Lady Celia had not noticed it earlier, but Silversleeves had sunken, swollen eyes. He had been crying. Crying for his wife, the whore of the Court. "I love her, Celia. I really do."

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

"Oh, I am sorry. I didnt know this would offend you!", Mary exclaimed with fake shock. "Pardon my, my Prince. I just thought that in the privacy of a room we could drop the formalities."

But instead of tying her dress back up, she reached for the second goblet that was on the table and filled it for herself.
"But if it is inappropriate, perhaps you could help me lace it back up?", she suggested, once again stepping closer to him, her free hand reaching to wipe a little trail of wine away from the side of his lip before licking her finger clean in a sensual way.
"Would you help me?", she purred, pushing her chest out a little further for him. Of course it was all just an excuse to get his hand closer to her breasts. Usually, most men gave in the moment they had a chance to lay their hands on her.

"Dont be shy, my prince. I wont bite.", she said with a smile and took a sip from her own goblet. "And neither will they.",she added with a little laugh as she glanced down at her half exposed chest.


Lady Celia seemed utterly unfazed by the Lord's behaviour. Her husband had used to be very gruff and angry, but he had quickly been sent off to war by the King, so that the ruler would have the lovely Lady to himself. Competition was something his majesty did not tolerate.
"Love means nothing.", Lady Celia said casually. "It gets you nothing. Nothing but problems and heartache." She had never been in love and didnt yearn for it either.
"You should learn from your wife, Lord Silversleeves. This world is all about pleasure."
She took up the wine and handed it to him, even though he had had more than enough.
"Be a man, my Lord. Go forth and pick the prettiest lass that makes you hard and just take her. You are still handsome and powerful. I doubt there are many ladies out there who would deny you.", she told him, her hand brushing against his as she passed him his goblet.

The mistress had to admit that Lord Silversleeves was indeed handsome. It was just such a shame that he was caught in a pitiful trap called love.
"Perhaps I could send one of my ladies to you. They are all young and pretty and some of them even virgins. Would you like that, myLord?"
But already as she spoke she wondered if she should visit him herself. Even though it would have to be handled with the utmost secrecy, seeing as the King would surely exile or kill them both if he ever found out.

 

[LordLuck]

It was that little seductive gesture that had the Prince more than interested in following just as it suited Mary's plan. He allowed the globet to fall on the ground, beating with no sound over the heavy, thick rug. It was a glass globet, and sheer luck had it not smashing into a thousant pieces. Lady Mary was dangerously close to young Rickard now, and there was little he could do in order to avoid her seductive gaze.

"Yes... the privacy... We be alone...", he mumbled back at her as he took the both of his soft, white hands towards her chest. The limbs approached slowly, as if Rickard was still considering if he should lace them up again, a thing he barely knew how to do, or if he should touch her as she meant him to. The latter won. The lust finally overcame all of the Prince's shyness, and he finally laid both of his hands against her generous bust. Lady Mary had been blessed with her mother's looks, luscious body and way of life. There was nothing she could not achieve with the lessons Lady Celia provided her with.

The Prince's touch was timid at first, but after sensing how soft were her orbs, the shy young man started to slid his palms even further down her bodice, pulling the corset even more loosened as to allow his hands to weight her breasts. The smile of a fool came to his lips. It was probably the first time he was dealing with a woman's body, and Mary knew that. She would have to seize the initiative in order to make this Prince a man.


Lord Silvesleeves looked at her with the same rage he had when she took his drink from before him. He was drunk, and for a moment Lady Celia could imagine that he would lift his hand to slap her for cursing his love for his unfaithful wife. Well, of course she would disregard it. The King's Bitch had been doing the very same thing with her husband, who was now fighting in some lackluster place of the world, forgotten and probably feeling as bad as he was. Bitch.

"You should know, eh?", he told her once more, "You were the first to spread your legs completely for the King. How many bastards the old pig bore in you? Three? Four? A whole litter?", he cursed and plagued, controlling himself not to snap and hit her. If he did so, Lord Silversleeves would be done for.

"What if I wished you, Lady Celia?", he told her, his tone being overheard by a number of the other nobles. The drunkard would ruin it. "What if I wished for a time to mount your behind and seed your womb, eh?"

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

The moment Mary saw his hands coming towards her, she knew that Rickard would not lace up the dress as she had suggested. The look in his eyes betrayed everything, but Mary hid her smile of victory behind the goblet as she quickly emptied the wine she had poured for herself. Just as the young man's hands descended on her breasts she finished and threw her own goblet to the ground.

For a while she just let him explore at his own pace, allowing him to fully overcome his shyness and get consumed with lust and passion for her body.
Her hand ran through his hair as he untied her bodice even further to have more access to her breasts, even if it was still through the thin fabric of her undergarment. After a while however Mary decided to take things to the next level.

With swift hands she completely untied her gown, letting it fall to the ground and leaving her in only her almost sheer undergarment. For a moment she just stood there, the torches accentuating her perfect body through the fabric.
She moved back a little until she felt the table behind herself and then sat down on the solid wood.
Always keeping her eyes on Rickard she slowly allowed the top half of her undergarment to fall, the fabric gathering around her waist. The gesture revealed her entire upper body in all its perfection to Rickard, while still hiding her womanhood from him. The Prince seemed inexperienced, so it was best to take things slowly.

"Do you like what you seem, my Prince?", Mary asked, her voice dropping to a low sensual whisper she knew always worked magic.
As she saw that Rickard seemded completely in shock, she moved her hands to her breasts and played with them. She massaged them slowly, occasionally brushing her fingers against her nipples.
"Mmmm, this feels very nice....but I bet it would feel nicer if it were your hands doing this.", she invited him with a seductive smile.


Lady Celia just laughed. She wasnt ashamed of the life style she was leading and didnt feel any need to defend it. Everyone knew that she had forsaken her husband to warm the King's bed instead and she didnt really care what anyone said as long as it didnt ruin what she had built for herself.
At the mention of bastard children she had to laugh once again.
"My dear Lord, you should know that women like me always take precautions as to not get with child. It is not good for our business.", she told him. "I bore the King one child, my beloved daughter Mary. I wanted to have a child to cuddle and care for, but not more than that."
And Mary had turned out to be extremely useful as well. While Lady Celia had initially hoped for a boy, she was now very grateful for having born a daughter.

For a moment she glanced towards the throne and noticed that the King had left the chamber, probably to converse with his council in a more quiet and private place. Seeing this as her chance, Lady Celia shuffled a little closer to the handsome Lord next to her, leaning forward to whisper in his ear: "Would you like that, my Lord? Does it make you hot to imagine fucking the woman that belongs to the King, spreading her legs and seeding her womb?"
It was more than provocative, but Lady Celia knew that this was exactly what men loved. One of her hand sneaked towards his crotch, grateful for the darkness of the corner they were sitting in.
"Offer me something in return and I might make this wish come true.", she added.

 

[LordLuck]

Rickard walked closer towards Mary as she backed off him a little. He was a horny young man, and she knew it that her every impliance would have him swearing her eternal love, if nothing something even worse than that. She knew that it was a dangerous game, but she could now push the Young Prince as far as betraying his Embassy's true motives. That was one of the duties she usually had from her father the King, but this time it was way easier due to her victim.

He laid the both of his hands, now much more confidently, against her breasts. His fingers played with her hardened nipples, his smile becoming wider and wider as he touched, fondled and groped Lady Mary; For Rickard, she was a creature out of a dream, a woman that could be his Princess and Palatine Electress. But of course, it was only a dream. Mary would never accept anything like a sound German title.

The young man was filled with joy. He lowered his face a little, levelling his eyes with her wide areolas, sensing the scent her soft, feminine skin gave him. Her perfumes were breathtaking, and not for the first time in the night, Rickard thought it was all a dream and he would wake up, naked and sticky at his Palace in Friesland.


For a moment, Lord Silversleeves was watching Lady Celia with utmost hatred and rage, almost considering if he should jump over her and twist that little neck. He imagined how much man-seed must had runned down that neck and into her gut. Probably gallons and gallons. That thought had him grinning towards the King's Mistress. It was probably a tomfollery of his part, but he cared not. And then, he jumped.

It was almost not noticed as he felt Lady Celia's hand coming to lay it's soft palm over his groin. She cupped his member, and as a barrel filled with beer, Silversleeves felt himself growing hard at once. "I have nothing to offer but my love, my Lady.", he told her sadly. "That bitch over there took all else I've had.", he nodded towards his wife, Lady Silversleeves, that wandered the great hall with Robert Hawkwood in toll, just like an obedient puppy, hoping she would bend over for him before the night was done.

And Lord Silversleeves knew she would.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

The young Prince was driven by lust by now and it had Mary doing a little victory dance in her mind. Yet another man she could add to the seemingly neverending list of conquests.
She allowed him to play with her, mewing and moaning softly to encourage him. The young man was inexperienced, which was obvious, but his eagerness made up for it.

She watched him go lower to stare directly at her perfectly round and firm breasts and smiled. She placed her hand on the back of his head and whispered: "Taste them, your highness. Women love it when you do that."
And at his first tentative kiss and lick, she rewarded him with a sensual moan. Again his inexperience showed, but Mary had to admit that he wasnt half so bad as he began to explore her in this new way. While at first most of her moans were acted, they soon started to become more real as her own body was starting to become genuinely aroused and yearning for passion.

The hand on the back of Rickard's head pressed him more firmly against Mary's breasts as the young woman wanted more contact and stimulation. She simply loved it when men played with her breasts and especially her sensitive nipples. She had even had lovers who had made her climax by only licking and sucking on her tits. She doubted that Rickard would manage, but she would get her own pleasure out of him yet.
"Mmmm, you are doing this so good.", she moaned as her long legs snuck around his waist, pulling his entire body closer against hers. She felt his groin right against her womanhood and smiled to herself as she felt how hard he already was. Slowly, but confidently, she began grinding herself against him.


"You have a lot to give, Lord Silversleeves.", Lady Celia objected. "Your loyalty to the King. Your promise to protect his lands. That is all I ask for.", she spoke, once again acting in the King's interest. For herself, she would get pure pleasure from the man next to her. At times, that was more than enough.
"I know that the King is going hunting tomorrow afternoon as he always does. I will come and visit you then.", she whispered to him, squeezing his manhood through the fabric.
"Mmmmm, I think we will both enjoy this meeting very much.", she purred. The man hadnt slept with a woman for quite some time now, she assumed, which meant that she would profit from all his pent up lust.

 

[LordLuck]

Her every move did not went unnoticed to young Rickard. He was paying utmost attention to her every move. When she moved to rub her groin against his, the young boy smiled once more before diving lips first against her chest. Taking a deep breathe, the Prince sniffed against her chest, inebriating himself in the emotions that brought up to him. He was already knowing his release with Lady Mary would be something out of the legends.

Every single moan of hers sent another wave of confidence down his gut. After all, what greater compliment one could handle towards an eager lover except that he was succeeding in pleasing his consort? It was with eagerness that the young boy started kissing his partner's chest, taking special attention to munch playfully at her nipples. His tongue swirled around her areola until he finally tried to take it all inside his mouch, spreading his lips wide as he tried to take her all in.

His other hand came to pinch at her other nipple. Rickard had heard much of his colleagues back at Friesland on how to try and bring a lady to the heights of arousal, and that was a trick someone once told him. He never laid much faith upon it, but perhaps the man was right? So, he tried it, kindly, never meaning to exact pain from Mary.


For a moment, Lord Silversleeves heard her pleasing to support her husband. Why she would come to him and demand that? Silversleeves lived in a poor, worthless slag once called a land, he could barely maintain 30 armed men. Why she would ask that of him? However... he did not questioned her words. Lady Celia was right if that was the way the King would reward him.

"Very well, Lady Celia.", he finally said after long minutes without a word, concentrating of the way she handled his manhood, turning it from a limp member to a soaring pole. "I will be waiting for you."

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

The more confident the young man became, the more pleasure he was bringing to Mary. Especially when he started to pull out tricks from his sleeves she usually expected from her more experienced lovers. Perhaps the Prince was not as innocent after all, when it came to knowledge about carnal desires at least.

"Ahhh, just like that.", Mary encouraged him further, this time moaning in honesty as she kept grinding herself more furiously against him now. Her pussy started to respond to these actions by soon becoming hot and wet. While Rickard was still busy with her chest, Mary used her free hand to hike the lower part of her undergarment up, exposing first her long slender legs and then her most sacred parts. Again she moved to grind herself against the young prince, just that this time they were separated only through the fabric of his clothing.

"MMmmmm, you are so ready, my Prince.", she moaned to him, pressing herself even tighter against his body.
"Let me show you something good.", she whispered and suddenly untangled herself from him, standing back up. For a moment she stared into his eyes and then slowly sank to her knees in front of him, her hand going to rest on the tent that had formed in his pants. Slowly she rubbed the hardness before starting to pull down the fabric that separated her from her prize.

When his cock finally fell into her view, she gasped. She had not expected this young Prince to be so well endowed. Eagerly her hand wrapped around him, testing his girth and length, purring quite happily at the result. The night surely wouldnt be disappointing.
"You have tasted me, my Prince. Allow me to do the same.", whis said and then slowly her lips descended on his cock, laying a chaste kiss on the tip. But it didnt remain so innocent for long as she wrapped her full red lips around him and slowly sucked him into her delicious warm mouth. She held him inside, allowing her tongue to dance against his flesh.


"Good. Until then, do not take a woman and do not relieve yourself. I want to have all you have to offer for myself tomorrow.", Lady Celia whispered to him and then stood up to leave, not wanting to be seen with him for too long, in case anyone decided to tell the king. With one last seductive smile, she left the Lord to his own devices, to return to the throne where she'd wait for the King.

On her way she passed Lady Silversleeves, who was walking around the ballroom, very well aware of the young suitor following him. She liked to toy with the youth however, leaving him on edge on when he'd get what he desired.
Eventually however, her own desire became too much. Playing with the archbishop without getting much in return had frustrated her and now she was looking for someone to take care of her. And from experience she knew that Robert was all too happy to please the ladies as long as he could get in between their legs in the end.

Quite consciously she coaxed him closer and closer towards the door until they had a chance to quickly sneak out. The palace was full of little open chambers that lovers could use to their advantage and Lady Silversleeves trusted that Robert knew them all.
"You have been following me for quite a while, sir. Is there anything you desire from me?", she asked, her eyes sparkling with desire. It was quite obvious what they both wanted. It was all just about getting to a place where they could get it.

 

[LordLuck]

Rickard was dazed with all that was happening. First, Mary had allowed him to touch her ample bust, a task to with he had applied himself completely. She had some of the most gorgeous, curvaceous breasts he had ever seen, and the only ones he had touched since he could remember. And oh so suddenly, she had fallen to the floor.

At first, the Prince thought she had slipped and got to her knees, but the thruth was so much less innocent than that. Her gasping had the Prince with a smile of pride in his face as he knew she was meeting the German Ancestry he possessed into his groin. He felt her hand, brushing against his manhood, and the an awesome bliss as she finally releashed his erection from it's steamy undergarments. His hardness was already sticky, greasy from the time he had to remain tucked into his pants, coupled with the fact she had been teasing him to evacuate precum all night long. Rickard was dumbfolded as she went on.

The kiss. Ah, such a simply marvellous kiss of hers against the swollen, throbbing surface of his cock. Those red lips, spreading that red paint all over against the head of his girth. Rickard was longer than thicker, but still possessed quite a satisfactory manhood, one that Lady Mary seemed eager to swallow whole. At least, she tried, taking his member further down her mouth and playing alongside it with her nimble tongue. Moans of delight escaped the Prince's lips as he finally laid both his hands at her hair, playing with her locks and pulling her further down his lenght, wishing for Mary to take it all inside that marvellous warm mouth of hers.

"D-Does I taste well?", he asked with that boyish look on his face.

She was as eager as him to please, it seemed.


"I shall, Lady Celia. I shall.", Lord Silversleeves told her as if it was far too difficult for him to maintain a chaste image of him before his wife, although the Lady Silversleeves did little to prevent the others from calling her a whore and an adulterer. All the people questioned if his children were indeed his own, for Lady Silversleeves was every time the same little whore she was being tonight.

As Celia walked away, Silversleeves eyes accompanied her waving bottom, staring shamelessly from the shadows at her behind. Such a nice behind, he could use it like a pillow. However, as she passed by his wife, Lord Silversleeves eyes went from Lady Celia's behind towards his adulterer. He looked his wife, knowing that the young Hawkwood would be the one to know the pleasure of her thick thighs tonight.

And indeed, this night, he would. Robert Hawkwood had already laid with the slutty wife of Silversleeves once, a couple of days ago when she had come towards him, asking for a young man to hear her complains about her husband and how he allowed all to speak ill of her. Tonight, he would have her again.

"Why, my Lady Silversleeves... I've been following so you could maintain your promise. You've said you would welcome me down here.", he said as he approached the older woman, forcing her against the wall as he laid both of his hands against her behind. Even if under the dresses, she could feel how lustfully the young man was. "I wish to have you. Now."

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

The Prince's length was impressive and even with all her experience Mary was struggling to take him all inside her mouth. But she certainly tried, slowly inching her lips along his shaft. At the same time her hand reached out to gently massage whatever she could not manage to take into her mouth.

At his quesion, she could only moan in appreciation, sending vibrations along the length of his cock. Once she was sure that she could not take him any further, she began withdrawing her mouth, making sure her tongue and lips would massage all of him. She stopped as she reached the tip and then drove forward again, once again envelopping him within her hot mouth. His hands on her head were guiding her along, but truth was, Mary didnt need much guidance. She had begun learning this skill during her younger years when she had been fooling around with Robert and some of her first more experienced lovers had helped her to perfect it. It was a good knowledge to have for when she was not too keen on letting a man between her legs.

This however was a different case. Mary definitely wanted to feel Rickard deep within her. While his girth was not as great, his length more than made up for it and she was sure he would give her bliss without even knowing.
For now however she wanted to excite the prince and show him just what a woman could offer a man.
So she kept bobbing her head along his cock, running her tongue all over it to please him to the best of her ability. From time to time she looked up, knowing how much men loved having eye contact during this act.



In another corridor, Lady Silversleeves laughed at young Robert's forward ways. That was why she loved the younger men so much. They were so full of energy and desire and they simply couldnt resist her.
"Oh my dear, Duke, I dont recall ever making such a promise.", she teased him, leaning her face closer so that their lips were almost touching.
"And a lady does not hand such improper services out for free. They need to be earned.", she added, before finally pressing her lips against his in a heaty kiss. They could both taste the wine on each other and it only added to the exstacy of the moment.

They were getting more and more absorbed by the kiss and Lady Silversleeves' hands were clawing at Hawkwood's back, while he was still firmly gripping her buttocks.
"Let us find a more private place.", the lady whispered between their kissing. The chance of getting caught was simply too great and while she knew very well of her reputation, she didnt need for anyone to actually catch her in the act.
"Lead the way, Duke Hawkwood. Earn your little reward.", she told him with a smile.

Only a few minutes later the two found themselves in one of the smaller rooms of the palace, but one that still offered enough privacy and space to get down to business.
"Come here, young man. Help me undress.", Lady Silversleeves demanded, throwing her fan aside as she presented herself to Robert.

 

[LordLuck]

Mary could rather feel than see Rickard's trembling legs, threatening to bucke under him and bring him down the floor as she started to moan. His lenght pussated hardly into her mouth, her every sound transferring into him as if taking it's time to reverberate into the very flesh of the German. A wild, primal groan of ecstasy escaped The Prince's lips as his grip against her locks of hair started to tighten even more, forcing her further down his manhood.

So suddenly as he had jerked her down a little more, Mary felt him hitting her square at back of her throat. Just another couple of inches and she could be proud of herself for taking this young man's whole lenght into her mouth. But it would be quite a distress to have his entire manhood lying deep into her neck, and she was sure she would be gagging, lacrimating and probably suffocating due to his presence. Still, Rickard could not care less as he sought even more delight with Mary's servicing, slowly but surely forcing her to take a further little more of his blessed member.

His whole mind was filled with an intense delight, that made Rickard blind to the forceful entrance he was staring to bring Mary to. His sight was almost blind except for her pleading, glittering eyes down his manhood, as if she was asserting the power he held above her. And he liked to trust that he did.


Hawkwood had lead the older, luscious and lust-filled woman towards a small room usually used to guard banners and other kinds of vexilloid aparatus, mainly for parties and receptions of foreign Embassies just like this one. Most of the standarts were taken away to adorn the Palace, and now just a couple of old ensigns and banners stood covering the room's walls. They were plain, rough stone, and there was a couple of large boxes once used to maintain the banners.

"Your wish is my command.", Robert said with a lewd smile. Although Lady Silversleeves was unlike his dear Mary, there was a lot of smiliar between the two women, as the fact that neither really cares about the reputation growing around them. And Hawkwood really loved to think of himself as the one making those rumours grow.

His hands laid above her chest, and slowly her started to unlace her bodice, taking his time to undo her corset properly. Somehow, he found out that Silversleeves lack of action added for the sensuality of the scene as he started to undress her. Was she like this with every one of her lovers?

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

Mary did not complain as Rickard began forcing himself deeper into her. She had learned very early to just try to accommodate her lovers. It was better than making a scene and ruining the mood. Concentrating, she allowed her throat to relax, which in turn allowed the cock to slide deeper into her. At first she felt the urge to gag, but she closed her eyes and breathed through her nose. A past lover of hers had guided her through her first proper deepthroat, but the man hadnt been as long as her German lover.

As she noticed that she had taken the entire impressive length inside of her, she felt a wave of pride, which made her forget the uncomfortable feeling for a moment.
She remained still for a while, allowing Rickard to cherish this new conquest. Slowly however she started bobbing her head up and down along his shaft again, sucking and licking like an expert. She kept this up for a while, until she saw the the pleasure was becoming too much for the young prince.

Not knowing how big his load would be, Mary decided to switch her tactic and released him from her mouth. She rose up a little and instead allowed his magnificent length to nestle between her breasts. She used her hands to press them together around his cock and began moving up and down.
"Mmmm, do you like that?", she asked, looking up at him and licking her lips, showing him how much she had enjoyed tasting him.



Lady Silversleeves remained passive as Robert undressed her. Only once she was standing in her undergarments did she place her hand on his, stopping him from revealing her whole body to him.
"My turn now.", she said with a wicked grin, her hands moving to his clothes now. She took her time in undressing him, spending a lot of time of simply carressing his body and walking around him like the tease that she was.

She left the trousers to the very end and the moment his cock fell free, her hand moved to grasp it, jerking and stroking it with confidence. It was delicious to feel him harden under her touch.
"Oh yess, so much bigger than my husband's. This is why I like men like you Robert.", she purred happily as she watched her hand slide along his manhood.
She kept stroking him until he was rock hard, but she had no intention of giving him release yet.
"There, you are all ready. But poor poor me still isnt...whatever shall we do about that, my dear Duke Hawkwood?"

 

[LordLuck]

"M-Mary...", he started before the woman kneeling before him started to deepthroat him properly. Rickard trembled so hard he almost collapsed, his hands having to lay over her shoulders a little bit of his weight in order to level him. He was about to ask her how much she was liking it, but her posture and acts spoke so much louder than anything that could be expressed in words.

He had stared deep into her eyes while she swallowed his rod entirely. He imagine how deep into her neck his lenght must be running so she could be kissing the roots of his phallus, her nostrils nested for a moment against his pubes, making her take upon his entire scent more than a little bit too much. His precum flowed fleely along his lenght, and Rickard knew that he would be filling her throat with his seed. However, she moved.

A yelp of complain escaped the Prince's lips. Damn it, was she denying his climax? His hardness was glistening with her drool and his forward seed, ropes of her saliva still connecting his manhood to her soft, warm lips. And then, she lowered him down to play and press with her wide, soft breasts. No one had ever done that to him before. It was so intense that he knew not how to beg her to spot.

"I-I love it."


"I am no Duke yet, Lady Silversleeves.", Robert laughted as he allowed her to pump his manhood to full hardness. He had washed his intimacies after his steamy encounter with his beloved Lady Mary, but Hawkwood was wise enough not to visit a woman with another's fluids on his manhood. She stroked him expertly, knowing full well of her trade and where to push and pull to bring him pleasure by her mere touch. After all, she had just trained with the Archbishop Wulfrik's.

"But I know exactly what I can do, my dear." Robert said as he pushed Lady Silversleeves against a box, laying her over it and pulling her legs spread. Holding her still in place, Robert got down to his knees, always smiling to the famed adultered, and looked down her womanhood.

"I love when you call me Duke, though..."

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

Mary was quite pleased that Rickard was almost speechless under her touch and that his whole body was responding to whatever she was doing to his cock. She knew full well what she was doing and that it would soon bring the young prince over the edge.
She could feel the first tremors of his orgasm long before he even said anything about it. After years of experience, she had learned the signs and so she sped up the pumping of his manhood between her breasts. Bits of precum had already dripped all over her, but she didnt mind it at all.

Her eyes were still completely focused on her current lover as she stared at him full of expectation.
"Good. Im glad you like this.", she said sensually. "Now dont hold back the pleasure. Let it all just overwhelm you.", she continued in her most seductive voice. "I want you to release your essence all over my breasts."
She wasnt sure whether he'd like the talk, but it was always worth a try. He definitely responded well to her touch alone.
"Or do you want to cum somewhere else, my prince?"
Though even as she asked, she gave him little time to consider as she squeezed his cock between her breasts to provide as much stimulation as possible. Mary knew that he was so very close and she wanted his orgasm to be great. It would determine how the rest of the night would proceed after all.


Lady Silversleeves stared directly at Robert and smiled. "You may not officially be a Duke yet, but I know that you deserve this more than anyone else. Besides, you can be only my Duke until then."
She would never have slept with him if he wasnt a man of noble blood after all. While Lady Silversleeves was wanton, she was still incredibly picky when it came to her affairs. Not just anyone would do, no matter how impressive their skills as a lover.

She stared down at him expecedly, her legs wide spread for him. She knew what was to come and just the anticipation caused her womanhood to ooze its sweet nectar.
"Dont tease me now, my little duke. I am aching for you.", she told him, one of her hands wandering to carress her pussy that was now screaming to be touched and stimulated. Where Mary always had but little time with Robert and thus usually couldnt engage in long foreplay, Lady Silversleeves insisted upon it. She never let any man enter her before having been satisfied beforehand. And she certainly would not make an exception for Robert. In her eyes, the men had to work for their rewards and nobody had ever said that it wasnt worth it.

 

[LordLuck]

The pleasure was racking all over his body, having his very foundations quaking under his weight. Rickard could not take it anymore, he had to find the sensual release that Lady Mary offered and goaded him into enjoying. This girl was indeed a devil in the flesh of a woman, for it was impossible for a man to feel such overwhelming please. But perhaps it was only God's work to allow a young man like him to fall on her clever, nimble hands.

"I-I... want... shower you face, kind Mary.", he said as she kept pressing those marvellous breasts of hers against his turgid, pulsating flesh. His hardness was now completely crimson as he tried to control his impulse to shove it down her throat once more, but that would hardly be proper. The Prince had only heard about women that would eagerly take a man's seed and wash all over their bodies with it, like if it was some kind of heavenly fluid. He had heard about some that would swallow it all eagerly, sipping from the man's phallus like if tasting some delicacy. He suddenly pulled her away by her hair, bringing her face to level with the tip of his erection. Would Lady Mary be like any of those women?

He could not tell, for suddenly he was blinded by delight. His vision became blurred as he felt the most intense orgasm of his life running throughout his body, and his huge load crossing his lenght quickly, the pressure so much it could become a weapon. The first jolt was sudden, quick, and powerful, striking Mary's cute little face right at her forehead. Rickard was a poor aim. The second and third ropes of cum landed against her cheeks, one crossing along it while the other hitting it square, spreading the virile fluids all around her make up, dropplets falling against her left eye, while the fourth fell down too much to get her on her neck, flowing down her breasts while dropplets also spinkled over it.

The scent was intense, the seed was thick, whiteish, rich. Savoury even. Rickard was young, and the fluids he coated Mary's face into were the apex of a Man's Seed. The smelly spunk was now covering most of her face and some flowed down towards her chest. A volumous load indeed.


"Why, my dear Lady... tell me more about it. Tell me how you crave your little Duke.", Robert teased her as he knelt properly into position. The most renowned adulterer in the whole Court was already growing moist for him, as if she had been preparing herself for his iminent advance all night long. He liked Lady Silversleeves, truth be told, because she was a woman that could exhude such sensuality and with a hard demeanour that had him craving for her. "Say it. Say how you love your little Duke's ministrations."

With that, Hawkwood landed mouth first against her oozing womanhood. At first, he gave her a kiss that could be anything but chaste, tasting from her fluids and wriggling his tongue all along her worn womanhood. Although Hawkwood was aware that a high number of men had seeded that whole of hers, the fact only made him even more eager to taste her. She was wonderful.

Her nectar with a soft scent that was simply inebriating, crying for him to go on, to possess her. Taking a finger to trail along her, Robert started to suckle and munch playfully at the little orb above her womanhood, while a finger probed into this wonderful, older woman.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

Mary continued pumping his cock between her breasts until he was literally about to burst. But before she even had a chance to move, he had already taken action. While she had expected a larger load, she was still surprised by the amount of cum that rained down on her, covering her face and even dripping down on her breasts. With her tongue, she licked around her lips, gathering everything that was within her reach, while at the same time rubbing the other droplets of his cum onto her breast as if they were a luxurious perfumed oil.

"Mmmm, I am impressed my Prince.", she purred happily as she gathered some cum from her cheek with her finger and then licked it clean. Seeing how potent the young German was aroused her more than she had expected and her eyes moved to his shrinking cock. No, she would not let him go for the now. She wanted to see if his second load would be equally as impressive.

So her hand reached out for his manhood and began stroking him again in order to get him back to his full impressive errection.
"Do you want more, your highness?", she asked, her eyes once again locking with his. "I certainly do...you have made me very hot for you."


"Oh gods, yes. Just like that.", Lady Silversleeves breathed out the moment Robert's talented mouth descended upon her womanhood. Her entire instantly responded to his touch and her hips began bucking against his every touch.
When he began concentrating on her clit, she gasped loudly, her hand darting to his head to press him further against her.
"Mmm ahhh yes. Keep licking me like this, my little Duke. Drive me wild and I will reward you.", she moaned.
While she was quite vocal, she was so far less than Mary. The young woman always let her pleasure out fully without a care who would hear, while the Lady Silversleeves always tried to be more discreet, while still engaging in a degree of dirty talk with her lovers.

She was completely in paradise as Robert continue to please her with his tongue and fingers and soon she pleaded with him to use more of his fingers. She was beginning to crave to be filled, but she knew fully well that Robert would be taking a very different hole tonight, just as she had promised. Still, before the boy would have his pleasure, she was determined to get hers first.

 

[LordLuck]

Rickard was dumbfolded by Mary. The young Lady was simply breathtaking when she started to rub the virile, thick seed he had poured over her form around herself, as if bathing into the expensive perfumes exported from the furthest reaches of the Earth on the East, the longinquous lands of the barbarians that robe upon wild steppe horses and plundered the caravans sent for the oils ladies just like Mary would use to care for their skin, leaving them soft, warm and lovely for all the time.

"You... you are?", his man meat throbbed a little, as if trying to swell at the same time it limped when he watched how Lady Mary took some of his seed from her cheek and licked her fingers clean on the fluids of their love, their indulging of the sensual delights. The Prince was completely taken. She had him right in the palm of her hand. If Lady Mary had wished to become his Empress, Rickard would fight all the other Electors in order to be acknowledged as their Sovereign. He would take her overseas to the Holy Roman lands, and these she would be his consort in the swamps of Friesland, a Queen above all other Queens.

"Yes... Yes, my Lady, yes. More.", he told her as he flinched, gasping whe he felt her vigorous jerking around his limping, oversensitive skin while she tried to coach him into a full erection once more. This was a night that made the whole long and boresome trip to the Island worth it all.


"Aaah, my Lady... I thirst for thy reward.", Robert moaned a moment to Silversleeves as he returned to kiss against her womanhood. Giving her a long, full tongue lick, rubbing his licking appendage from the base of her slit upwards until her treasured pleasure ord, he then sipped of her nectar once more. She was delicious. Incredibly exquisitive. Probably because she was so much used to receiving different kinds and tastes of man seed into her womanhood, Lady Silversleeves had acquired a seasoned, delicious taste.

Finally, Hawkwood retreated a little in order to lay a finger against her lower labia. Then a couple, and slowly he started to force both of them into her womanhood, moving them quickly in circular patterns as if to exact the most possible release for her sooner rather than later. Using his other hand, he laid his fingers against her back hole, rimming her sensitive sking with his nails.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

Mary's hands quickly began to work on the prince's cock, trying to return it to it's hard state. She would work the poor boy until he was completely spent.
She used her hand to stroke him slowly, but firmly, while her second hand moved to play with his balls. Slowly his member began to rise again, bringing an excited smile to the young woman's face. Now it was time to play.

She leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around him, sucking and lapping at his cock until it was fully hard and pulsating again. Only then did she release him, rubbing the tip over her nipples, which drew soft moans from her.

"Perhaps we should go and lie down?", she suggested, slowly rising to her feet again and taking Rickard's hand as she led him to the big four post bed. She pushed the curtain aside and spread her luscious body out on the bed, her eyes calling the german visitor over.
"Come, let us explore some more.", she extended her invitation verbally and when he joined her on the softness of the matrass, her hands instantly began to roam all over him again, caressing his torso, his arms and of course his manhood.
"You are free to explore as well, your highness. I am yours for the night.", she whispered to him as her hand grasped his cock again.


Meanwhile Lady Silversleeves was abandoning herself to Robert's skills as he brought her closer and closer to her much anticipated release. After having pleased Wulfric, she had been left utterly unsatisfied and luckily the young future duke had the perfect remedy for that.

Her hips were bucking wildly against his face, but once his fingers slipped into he wet and hot core, moving around and providing her with the stimulation that she needed she bit her lip to drown the loud moan that had almost escaped her. Unlike Mary, she tried to keep her screams down.
It were his fingers gently playing around her anus however that finally threw the lady over the edge and this time she was less successful in stopping the loud moans that escaped her as pure pleasure rolled through her.

It took her a few moments to calm down again, but then she looked at Robert with a happy smile.
"You have done so well, my boy.", she complimented him, sitting up and reaching for his cock. "You have truly earned the right to use whichever part of my body you may desire.", she said, knowing full well that he would take her from behind. He loved her backside as had become very clear from their past meetings.
And everyone at court knew that while Lady Silversleeves was a little harlot, she rarely ever serviced men with her mouth, feeling herself far above such things. On the other hand, she was always willing to bend over, regardless of how the men took her.
"Are you excited, little duke?", she asked, her free hand cupping the side of his face, almost gently, as her hand kept servicing his cock.
"Yes, I see how badly you want to take me. I have seen you with little Mary before. I bet she failed to give you what you truly wanted."
For Lady Silversleeves, Mary was almost like competition and she liked to think herself the better woman and definitely the better lover.

 

[LordLuck]

"Really?", the Prince asked, although he knew the awnser already. It had slipped through his mind when the blank of oblivion dulled his every sense as he reached the utmost release. The best he had ever had in his entire life, and that included his Aunt. The Palatine Electress that had taken him to teach many misteries, although she had only taken the sensual arts to her beloved nephew through the handling of her wise, soft and experienced hands, in a trip to Bohemia when Rickard was even younger than now.

"How... How I wished to have you forever.", he told her as he forced his mind to remember the correct words. The young man had struggled with every sentence, taking laborious breathing as he felt his manhood being coaxed into full, glorious erection once more. Lady Mary was a Diva, a woman one should own but knew that she was a free spirit, never to be locked. For Rickard knew, whoever married Mary would have a trouble with her infidelities, for this woman knew nothing of the grasps and manacles of matrimonium. And she would barely acknowledge it either.

Laying a hand above her cheeks, her so soft skin sticky still with the seed he had poured over her visage, the Prince started to rub down along her flanks, touching her every curve, feeling how her luscious form had been perfectly sculped by a divine creator. Under the canopy of the bed, they were alone, and each other's. It was a moment to be eternal, as long as it went.


Such an undignified way for a woman, and more, for a Lady, a noble to behave! Lady Silversleeves was one to be taken like a mare, to be mounted as the stallion did. After all, Hawkwood smiled as she pumped her long fingers around his manhood, she was but a bitch wasn't she? She was a feverish female enjoying the age of her most complete heat, a heat that only men like him, young, potent and virile could sate... and even not permanently, for within hours from her last bending over she would allow another partner to mount on her back.

"Little... Mary?", he sneered, "She's young and willing, but I like my women as I like my wine, Lady Silversleeves... wise, experienced, aged into perfection.", he commented, making a compliment of her. Indeed. Silversleeves ought to be twice Mary's age, perhaps even older. But still... his words were true. She was as delicious to savour as the best of brandies.

"I am glad... aaahhh... to have my Lady.", he said as he blushed a little on her comments, every word of her washing through his body as a warm wave of welcoming. She wished him as he wished her, to mount and mate his elderly mare that even now sought his seed to bear strong children. "Will... Will you still take me to your Manor, as you've promised?"

He asked, refeering to the plan she had concocted fro them to enjoy each other without having to worry about anyone, to have long nights spending togheter in ravishing each other, in every room of Lord Silversleeves' home.

 

[Lady_Rowenna]

Mary almost wanted to roll her eyes when he said that he wanted her forever. How many of her past lovers had even gone down to their knees, begging her to marry them, but of course she had always refused. At first because she knew that the king would never allow it and later on because she herself had no intention to marry.
She had no faith in the holy bond, which she saw break every day. So many of her lovers had been married, deserting their wives to spend a few hours between her legs. No, she would never become one of those wives either cheating on her husband or being cheated on. Things were just perfect as they were.

"Forever is a very long time, your highness.", she told him. "Let us concentrate on tonight.", she added with a coy smile, taking one of his hands and guiding it to her breasts again.
"Play with me. You were doing it so good before.", she purred as her hand returned to stroking his cock.

She mewed softly as his hand began to massage her firm tit. He started of hesitantly at first, but quickly regained the confidence he had displayed earlier, now more familiar with what was before him.
Mary's breath soon grew more ragged as she became more aroused. She knew that soon her body would beg for release and she hoped that the young man would be willing and able to provide it.



"That's the answer I wanted to hear, dear Hawkwood.", Lady Silversleeves said, quite pleased that she had outdone her younger competition. She was also reminded why she always liked to pick Robert from amongst the courtiers. He was a strong youth who appreciated her age and experience. And she rewarded him for it every time.

"Of course I will take you to my Manor. But you have to patient. Such matters need to be arranged.", she reminded him. It was a promise she had made quite some while ago, but she was still working on making it reality. While she knew that her husband tolerated what she was doing, she was not sure how he would react if he found his wife and her lovers in his own bed. As her husband, it was still the Lord's right to cast her out and it was something she could not risk.
"He will be gone soon on some mission from the king. Then my home and my bed will be all yours.", Lady Silversleeves whispered to Robert, jerking his cock faster now.
"But let us not talk of such things."
She moved so that she could bend over and present her bottom to him.
"Come, I know you have been waiting for this little duke. Claim your reward.", she urged him.

 

[LordLuck]

“I will love playing with you, Mary.”, the Prince replied, knowingly. Although he had not said it, Rickard’s undertone told the woman that he indeed had not hoped them to pursue anything else than a single night together. After all, even if the Elector wanted to marry a woman so renowned by her caresses and relations with other men like the bastard child of the King of England, nobody would respect him. He would become another influent noble boy, seduced and conquered by an opportunist, lewd woman, that would taken upon his poor innocence to control him like a puppet. His Mother would disown him, his Uncle, the Emperor, would surely disgrace him completely, and Rickard would probably be sent to deal with the troublesome Dutch and their Free Provinces… or worse. He could yet be sent to the east, where those barbarous polish and Lithuanians made their rebellious raids and uprests.

Laying a hand over Mary’s face, Rickard approached to kiss her lips. It was a sincere, chaste kiss of affection. How he would love to have a woman like this beside his for the rest of his days, but it was not to be, and he was aware of it. His hand, playing with her breast, started to knead meaningfully against her flesh, his nails almost digging into her soft skin. A gasp escaped the Prince’s lips as she played with his manhood, pumping upside down around him. She knew her trade so very well…

“How many?”, he suddenly asked, still playing with her. “How many treaties you sealed for the King, my Lady?”. Suddenly, the young boy seemed to be so much more aware of what was going on than he seemed to be at first. Still, he did not stopped, instead sliding a hand under Mary’s frame in order to caress her lower back.


“Aaah, Lady Silversleeves… I really appreciate your rear… Or may I call you Anya?”, Robert told her as he started to play with her behind. She was indeed so gorgeous. Although Lady Celia had been chosen as the King’s Consort, while the Queen herself was not foul-looking after all, the young duke prefeered a single woman beyond his friend Mary and their playful sessions. Lady Silversleeves could be the whore of the Court, fencing and clawing against Mary for the place of the best coquette around. He had called her for the first name at last, but Hawkwood was aware that she usually prefeered to have her title used. After all, Lady Silversleeves was a woman of humble origins, pretty much like Lady Celia, having married that fool Lord Silversleeves out of his title rather than anything else.

“I simply love when you call me your little duke…”, he laughted a little as he used his strong hands to spread out her buttocks for him, watching down at her glistening womanhood, the fluids he had coaxed into secretion were now lubing her smaller hole for him… although Robert knew that Lady Silversleeves was probably offering her backside to anyone that pleased her as he did, although Hawkwood was not really aware of any other lover that might compete with him in the arts of Sodomy. “… and perhaps, Anya, once your husband is out of the way… we could have a party just like Kent’s. You could summon all your lovers…”

Hawkwood laugther for a moment as he caressed her hole, laying a finger against it and protruding it inside slowly. For a long time he expected to hear her moans as he finally covered her body with his, his younger form, filled with the energy of youth ready to claim her experient one, aged to perfection, her heat calling for him to have her. And finally, he laid his erection against her smaller hole, forcing himself against her just a little, teasefully.