Auchlyne Hunting Lodge

He could hear her sighing in his ear while his lips kissed the soft skin beneath her her ear. James relished the feeling of Mary's fingers upon him, her gentle and careful touch. It was nothing that he had ever known, something more. It was greater even than love for him - there was a knowing between them, a chord which bound them both and could not be broken, "Now?" he said with a deep playful growl and tugged at her corset, revealing just a glimpse of her breasts.

He shrugged out of his shirt as she pulled it away from him but his tender hands were immediately back on her. Caressing the curve of her waist and then pulling away the ribbons of her corset, letting it become slacker and reveal her body beneath, "I want to make sure that Henry Tudor's alliance is weak. That we and France are united. To show them Jamie, show them that we are strong," he said, breathless with lust, "It's better to travel in the winter. The English could never attack us now - the cold can kill better than any sword."

The words came out like a rehearsed speech, he meant the words but he could barely give them any proper thought when Mary was atop him like that. He had already planned the excuses he would give to the council who would take every opportunity to discourage the visit or use it for their own gain.

Mary slipped out of her corset letting slip off her body with the greatest of ease. She lowered herself upon his body, taking her time to kiss each and every one of his scars. The one under his chest got the length of her attention it was the one that upset her the most. So close to his heart which was now in the possession of Mary.

With a smirk Mary crawled away to the head of the bed, her skirts were all puffed out. The cold quickly found her breasts a chill shivered throughout the top half of her body. Goosebumps now appeared with a slight sting in the nipples.

Is now the time to betroth our son to a daughter of France.~ Although only a babe an alliance with one country would soon have to happen. Mary knew that most kings the dowry that came with marriage was more important than the actual alliance. She would only give her son to France it need not be a Princess it could be a child of the nobility.

James glanced over to Mary as she moved away from him. There was an offer in her eyes, a little glint that beckoned him. He smirked. She looked like a girl, a beautiful girl not a Queen, who was willing to yield to him. A beautiful girl who wanted him and that was enough. There was an intense satisfaction in knowing that she was his for moments like those, that they would always find one another again this way. There was an honesty, something genuine when they were united between their sheets and although he looked at her the same way he looked at every woman he had ever lusted, full of charm and mischief, there was a certain vulnerability and honesty with Mary. He gave her his heart and his body in their entirety.

As she lay before him, he allowed a moment to linger and look at. How the light fell upon skin and made her look paler than in candlelight, her hair tossed about her, how her lashes draped over her blue eyes. He didn't dwell on his thoughts for long and crawled to her with a deep, balmy sigh. As he bowed down to her, his knees nudged apart her legs, “Perhaps,” he murmured and kissed her breast, “Perhaps not,” he added vaguely and began to unlace his breeches.

Mary stopped his hands moving them so that she could take over. With a gentle tug the final strings had come undone. Grabbing his hips Mary jolted him towards her as she caressed his hips moving his trousers down and gently cupping his manhood.

There was a certain appeal in how James came to her. One much like a ravenous bull blinded by his burning passions. When their hearts started to beat together, it sounded like music for their bodies to dance too. James knew how to play Marys' body until every single muscle of her body clenched tightly awaiting for her clit to finally give in and release.

Unbeknownst to her husband there was only one or maybe two ways to make Mary truly come. And it wasn't what she was holding of his in her hands. What she so badly wanted from James was either his fingers pushed deep, deep inside her tightly gripping her clit. Or his very wet tongue moving in and out like a serpent.

She couldn't help herself the very thought of this made Mary very wet and slightly more naughty. She ached like a burning poker being burnt into her flesh longing for her flower to be touched. Wrapping her legs around his body Mary pushed him inside of her a long slow moan parted from her lips as she felt overcome.

James shut his eyes tightly as she eased his hard cock into her. He let out a groan, unable to contain it, a deep and warm sigh against her breast. It were as if a cloud had rolled over them, a warm force of nature that enveloped them both. He couldn’t see beyond, nor did he want to - there was only her.

His tongue circled around her rosy nipple, his lips kissed her breast and suckled her warm, honey skin. Eventually he opened his eyes and cast his dark gaze up to her, his wild hair falling over his eyes. A playful grin worked on his lips and he leaned up, nudging his nose against hers. James smiled to see the pink flush on her cheeks and hear her sigh, “Tell me what you want,” he said temptingly and thrust into her, “What does my Queen command?"

"I want to stand over you my fingers entangled deep within your hair as your tongue is deep deep inside me. Pulling his hair back Mary wrapped her lips tightly around his as her hips moved up and down. His cock slid in and out of Mary like a lightning bolt striking at her body. Awakening her sexual being.

Her body grew with the greatest of impatience as she waited for his answer.

James had never heard a woman scream louder than when he was between her thighs, even Mary - and her yelps were the most alluring he had known. It were almost as if he could hear her accent, the silvery tone and soft curl to her voice when she sighed beneath him. Indeed, he’d never much liked his name until he heard Mary say it - then it was the sweetest sound in the world.

He gave one final, deep thrust into her - more for his own pleasure than anything before easing himself out of her. He crawled off the bed and kneeled upon the floor, just as he had done when he first arrived.

“Come here,” he said darkly - taking control again and looked over to her, his cock throbbing at the very sight of her naked body.

Mary sat up slowly letting her hair fall down her back as she crawled over to him a lioness on the prowl. James was like a magnificent statue kneeling before Mary like a Greek god ready to worship her every single command. Her legs went up in the air quickly locking around his neck.

She could feel herself grow more and more wet Mary wanted it all and all at once. She wanted his lips to taste her forbidden fruit for his fingers to drive her into a state of delirium. But Mary also wanted his seed to pour out of him and run down her throat like water being splashed on boiling coals.

Mary slipped a finger inside of herself opening up the flaps of flesh. Only to reveal the juiciest fruit ready to be taken.

James almost purred as she crawled to him. Her hair tumbling about her, her naked body gleaming. There was something powerful in her in that moment. The look of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, exactly how she would get it. There was almost a strange moment of pride for James, to see her so in control - so capable of wielding his passions and emotions. She was always beautiful to him, yet this was a different beauty - a mature, capable one…a woman who might claw at his back and leave a mark, or yank onto his hair as he came inside her. His lust didn’t allow him to wait.

He stretched his strong arms arms to wrap around her rear and bring her closer. He nudged away her hand and took a moment to look at her sex - pink and warm. He had known her taste and would have it again. He moved his hands and tipped her back onto the bed while at the same time flicked his tongue over her sex. Then he moved slower, at first the petals around - gentle kisses and caresses until finally he focused his attentions onto her delicate clit.

It was an intense, powerful sensation when two of the most tender parts of flesh touched each other. A static shock would be best to describe it. Not only had James touched a certain part of her, but he had silenced her restless body. At first Mary cried out his names as if it was being carried away by the wind. Now with her nails digging deeply into the bed, pulling parts of the sheets. Her cries intensified.

Her cries grew to be ones of a plea as a tornado twirled inside her flower. It was just "James James" being called out again and again. Mary could taste the name on her tantalizing taste buds. A deep, rich claret with a hint of spice leaving an after effect was the taste of his name. James had blinded Mary all she could see was stars bursting one after the other. He was too damn good at sex.

Mary tossed and turned finally succumbing to lifting her hips up and down off the bed. She moved gracefully like a swan at first. But soon her hips found their pace like a panther chasing its prey. Faster and faster Mary moved against those succulent lips of James allowing the first wave of nectar to build up in her petals.

James smirked as he could feel her writhe about, exactly how he liked her best. He pined her down, his hand over her pelvic bone, forcing her to endure his mouth on her sex. He glanced up to her and could see the heave of her breast as she caught her breath, the flush of pink across her chest. He moaned softly against her sex, creating a subtle vibration. His other hand reached out for her’s and brought it to his head so that she may use him for leverage.

He does not stop as she get’s louder - he guides her through it, feeling her get wetter. He is not slow. He does not draw it out. His tongue moves quicker, more heated and he parts her slick folds to ease in one finger, then another... He could feel her contract around him. He was determined to make her come in the sweetest way he could.

Mary grabbed hold of his hair, her nails scraping against his skull. She ground up against him, holding his head as she pushed herself hard against his lips. Mary sat up, pushing James harder into her flower as she clung to his head as though he was an anchor to her boat.

She gasped and bucked her hips up against his tongue which was buried deep into her womanhood. Oh James! she cried out in ecstasy. Feeling her warm nectar slowly dripping out and onto his lips. Mary allowed her climax to coming.she let one last moan escape her lips. She could feel the heavy rise and fall of her chest as she began to catch up with her breath.

James groaned against her sex as she whimpered and bucked her hips up towards him. He persisted and kept a firm hold but moved a little more slowly as he guided her into her climax. James finally eased off as he felt her body loosen and her screams became quiet and delicious sighs. He stayed between her legs for a moment, resting his cheek against her hip, his fingers caressing her flesh. Eventually he glanced up to her with a lop-sided grin, lips wet and eyes gleaming, "You do sound lovely when you come, Mary," he said mischievously, his voice deep and roguish.

Is that so? I still feel embarrassed at the sounds I make. Sometimes I really want to let go giving all myself to you but I can't. ~ Mary admitted as she moved her legs letting them dangle by either side of him. She was trying to be the perfect wife not queen wife. When you were a queen certain duties needed to be seen by others just out of duty. However, when you were just a wife it was James that only matters to Mary. His happiness was what she cared for the most he did after all deserve to be happy more than most people.

Lifting his head so that their eyes met each others, she dried his lips, her thumbs traced his jawline as she gazed lovingly back at him. I have a present for you to my love. It's not finished just yet but the significance of the gift I know you will understand.

Before she stood Mary kissed his forehead the lose strands of his hair were pushed back behind his ears. Her gaze caught something new about him it was his body hair. Somehow in a perfect pattern the sparse hairs on his chest ran all the way down to that private part of his.

“Don’t feel embarrassed,” he mumbled quietly as her thumb ran over his jaw. He leaned closer and nudged his nose affectionately against her’s, a warm grin appearing on his face. He wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her close and kissed the warm crook of her neck. He brushed away her hair - a silken tangle - and kissed her once more, the scent of lavender still upon her.

He wondered what the gift may be and how she had managed to keep it from him, especially if it was a commission of Mary's for him. He moved onto the bed with a deep breath and reclined amongst the sheets, carelessly throwing a sheet over his lower half. Part of him hoped the present may be an action instead of any object, a certain lustful gift bestowed upon him by Mary. He smirked mischievously to himself and glanced up to her, “May I see it?” he asked.

Mary loved being held tightly against his body, she felt so very lucky to have him. Pulling back the sheet Mary climbed on top of him, placing his hands on her perky little breasts.

"It's still not finished yet besides it should be given on special occasions. Mary leaned down to kiss around his nipples with her hand firmly grasped against his cock. With deep movements her hand moved up and down nice and slowly. All made to heighten his pleasure and sexual senses.

"Well I'm impatient," he grumbled mischievously and folded his hands behind his head.

However his curiosity wained as she clambered atop him. It took all his strength - in fact, all his strength harnessed - so that he would not push her back and take her in that moment. She now, as much as James, had started to draw out their pleasures, tease the other's lust until they could take no more.

James stretched up and caught her lips as he felt her hand run across his cock, playfully biting her bottom lip, "Tell me," he purred and looked at her with his dark, gleaming eyes.

She touched her lips, checking to see if James had made her bleed. At this moment Mary felt like the fair maiden being pursued all innocence surrounding her as James was the loveable rogue tempting her. With a grin as wicked as the night Mary pushed him back down on the bed. Her nails grazed down his chest, leaving his skin hot with scratches sparsely spread out.

Her tongue ran over the heated scratched skin as she entangled her fingers in his chest hair. Mary's grip wasn't soft and gentle it was strong and powerful. For once she wanted James to submit to her will. Fingers still intact in his chest hair Mary nibbled along the inside of his crutch. Her murmurs vibrated against his skin like dropping a stone into water.

James let out a dark growl as her nails grazed against his chest. She was so fragile and so little that it always surprised him a little more than it might have for any other when she behaved the way she did in that moment. He loved her teeth against his flesh or nails clawing against him. For once, she became like him - passionate and rustic, not the gentle woman she normally was.

Despite the fact that his heart was always true with her, part of him still kept his strength leashed. He didn't quite trust himself to entirely release when he was with Mary, she was too delicate but to be sure there was passion. James shuffled beneath her, his hand gathering her hair into a tousled mess atop her head, “You tease me,” he complained playfully.

Mary pulled away from his hold, her vulnerability started to show in her eyes. "Are you growing bored of our bedroom encounters.~ She asked as she knelt between his legs. When they first were together, it was all passion, endless days and nights. Mary knew when and exactly how she could please James now it was all a bit too quiet despite her best efforts.

Sex wasn't everything in a relationship Mary loved her king regardless of whether they had it or not. But it connected her to him in a way that words could not describe or no gift could ever replace. They were bound by something indescribable unbreakable even. It would be a great sadness to Mary if she could no longer drive him wild with unbridled lust. James was her first and only ever love.

His eyes opened and he looked to Mary, the swelling bubble of the anticipation of his pleasures burst. She looked so tender and vulnerable, her hair spilling around her in an unruly tangle, her body still as delicate as it always was. Part of him loathed himself for expecting her to work between his legs like any other common woman. She was his wife, his Queen - a woman he loved more than any other. How could he expect one so kind and pure to perform the acts that his lustful mind dreamed of.

At once he wanted nothing more than to be in her and to take her in his arms and protect her. He clambered to her and immediately kissed her. As he pressed his mouth against her's, he wrapped his strong arms around her and brought her close to him. His hands, his palms, spanned the sides of her waist as he parted her mouth, tipping her back onto the bed.

“I desire you, a gràidh,” he breathed as he moved on top of her, “As much as I did when I first saw you…when I first kissed you. Mary I love you…I could never tire of you…or this.”

She had tried to be the sexual goddess that she herself so eagerly wanted to be just couldn't portray what she felt inside. James handled Mary with the greatest of care as if she fitted in the palm of his hand like a precious jewel. He was assertive over her body commanding it to do his will so that their bodies could rejoin together. Her hand was wrapped around him, adding the slightest of pressure as she moved her hand up and down against his hardness. Mary wrapped her free hand around his neck her lips eagerly touched his as though she was drinking from a fountain. It was not a gentle kiss either! I know you love me.~ Mary murmured against his lips as her tongue ran over his lips. Her hand started to move faster, pulling his skin right over the tip only to yank it back with one fierce hand movement.

James kept her very close to him, as darkness came over the land - night coming earlier as they crept deeper into winter. The room had grown cold and he could scarcely feel it. He smiled as she spoke, it felt honest - something true. Perhaps he may have been a little inarticulate compared to Mary, not capable of poetic speech - but to hear that she knew he loved her was one of his greatest joys.

His left hand held her head, tenderly as he brought her lips to his again. She had never quivered when she kissed him, he thought briefly, there had never been any shyness…even the first time. To be sure, she was an innocent - still was really - but there was a strength in her, a courageous heart. He wrapped his strong right arm around her, embracing her close to him as he pressed his lips against hers, “I’m yours, Mary,” he murmured, his voice coming out deep and broken, barely audible.

Then, very gently, he nudged apart her legs and lowered himself onto her. Finally, with a sigh he eased himself into her warmth and felt her contract around him. Another sigh, his lips moved from her’s and to the crook of her neck.

Mary felt weightless yet so loved being cradled in his arms. She gracefully wrapped her body around his touching his skin as smoothly like marbled stone. No bumps or misshaped curves just smooth and sensual. There had never been any doubt that James wasn't Mary's he had been hers that first fruitful night in the corridor. On the first day Mary came to Scotland they had both given one another each others heart.

What has happened to prompt such reassurance.~ Mary grabbed hold of his face, forcing him to look at her. She shook with excitement under him closing her eye's as he entered Mary in one swift yet fierce movement. She cried with ecstatic passion as she started to move relentlessly against him. Her cries rang out like bells ringing out news in the kingdom. Mary shivered against his body crying his name softly as her nectar trickled down his cock.

James chuckled and pushed himself deeper into her, his hot breath caressing her neck. He was too impatient, too hungry to draw it out any longer. He took her in that moment, he needed her and she had yielded to him with such passionate conviction that he could not even if he wished to. He pushed his lips against hers again, tasting the sweetness on her lips, silencing the moans after her question. He wasn’t quite sure why he felt compelled to profess such things to her the way he had.

Taking her hands and combing his fingers through hers, he brought her arms above her head, “Your husband is a brute,” he breathed playfully between thrusts, “He may not tell you as often as he should.”

Again he ploughed into her, unable to keep himself entirely quiet.