Nursery

I grab onto her hips, directing her movements upon me and as I thrust into her depths. With one hand, I grab her hair tightly and bring her face to mine for an endless supply of kisses.

I roll her onto my back, my manhood still deep within her, and thrust in and out. I position both of her legs on my shoulders.

I bite my lip, Your Husband can always claim the child as his own. I groan out loudly as I feel my seed fill her depths. I continue to move, waiting for her release.

That's if you conceive. I bring her face down to mine, kissing her softly once more. A bastard cannot inherit the throne. I will need a legitimate child by Quiteria and if not, then Mary succeeds.

I wish that I could back out of my marriage but this time I cant. Everything is legit and approved by the Pope or I would marry you again in a heartbeat. I bite my lip as my finger trails down her perfect body, reaching her womanhood. I play with it as I look in her eyes. I would ask you to be my mistress but I'm sure that your husband wouldn't appreciate it.

Lets not ever tell him. I pick her up off me and move her womanhood to where it is right above my face. I lower her down onto my mouth and begin to tease her, my tongue move in and out of her. My hands are on her hips, ensuring that she wont move.

My tongue teases her insides...in and out, flicking each lip and her sweet spot. I look up briefly and notice how much she loves it and it spurs me on. I want to feel her release.

In a surprising move, I quickly lay her down and impale her hard, wrenching high pitched screams from us both. Quickly I place her on all fours and impale her from behind. I grab onto her hair, pulling it as I thrust into her again and again.

With a few more plunges into her, my seed leaves me and fills her. I am completely out of breath and as I kiss her back, I feel her tighten around me. I hope that you have conceived our son.

I want you to stay here at Cawdor, with our daughter. I want to be able to come to you and make love to you whenever I want to. I want to be able to taste you, touch you, fuck you long and hard. We now lay down on the floor, holding each other close.

I smile, I am sure that she will find out and I do not care. You are all mine. I curl up with her more, kissing her sweet smelling hair.

Don't you worry about it, I will take care of her. She will not bother you. I stand up and begin to dress.

Of course. I walk up to her, gently taking the laces into my hands and helping her to tighten them. I bet you thought that this wouldn't happen, us making love again.