Henry had grown more obsessed with Mary, after their night together following the death of his son. He craved her touch, her body, and most of all, her acceptance. But Mary had been avoiding him, consumed by guilt towards her late husband and Henry's wife, Queen Helen.
Henry's wife was no longer a problem. He had killed her, just like he did to his son, making it look like an accident, and now he was pretending to mourn her. It was a small price to pay for what he wanted. And what he wanted was Mary.
He heard soft footsteps outside, coming from the Hallway leading to his chamber. It was Mary. He had anticipated Mary's arrival. He had been waiting for her to visit him, and he was prepared to play the part of the grieving widower.
Upon hearing her nearing the door, he moved to sit on the edge of his bed, his face buried in his hands, sobbing as if his heart was shattered into a million pieces. The chamber was filled with a heavy silence, only broken by his muffled cries.
Mary stood in the doorway, her heart aching at the sight of Henry's grief. She had been avoiding him, guilt gnawing at her for the intimacy they had shared after her husband's death. But now, seeing him in such pain, she couldn't resist. She hesitated for a moment, then approached him, her heart going out to him despite the turmoil within her.
"Your Majesty," she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked up, his eyes red and swollen, and her heart ached for him. She held her arms out to hug him, her breasts pressing against his face as she enveloped him in her arms. Henry, seizing the opportunity, began to nuzzle against her breasts. His sobs quieted as he felt Mary's warmth envelop him. He lifted his face, his eyes meeting hers, and then he pulled her by her waist down on his lap straddling him.
Mary gasped, pulling away slightly. "Your majesty, this is wrong," she whispered, her voice trembling. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Is it, Mary?" he asked, his voice hoarse. "Is it wrong to seek comfort in each other? I comforted you when you needed it most," he reminded her, his voice low and husky.
Mary hesitated, her body betraying her as she felt a surge of desire. She knew she should leave, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. Her body pressed against his as he began to kiss her deeply, his hands roaming over her body.
Her body responded to his touch, her nipples hardening as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. She moaned softly, her body pressing against his as he began to unbutton her dress, his lips trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone. She gasped as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. She tugs on his hair pulling his face back. She pushes on his shoulder making him fall back on the bed with a needy groan and eyes full of lust.
She slid down his body, her hands reaching for his belt. She undid it, her fingers trembling, and then she pulled down his trousers. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, and Mary took it in her hand, her thumb rubbing over the tip.
Henry let out a low groan as Mary began to stroke him. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. Henry's hands tangled in her hair as she took him into her mouth, he guided her movements, his hips thrusting up to meet her mouth. Her lips sliding up and down his shaft, she sucked him hard, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
"Fuck, Mary," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're so good at that." She moaned around his cock, her body aching with need as she continued to suck him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.
Henry's hips bucked as Mary's mouth moved faster. He was close to coming, but he wanted more. He wanted to feel her tight pussy wrapped around his cock. "Mary," he gasped, pulling her up and off him, his cock glistening with her saliva. "I need you. I need to be inside you."
Mary hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded. She stood up and began to undress, her clothes falling to the floor in a heap. Henry watched her, his cock twitching as he took in the sight of her naked body. She was beautiful, her curves soft and inviting.
He pushed her on the bed and flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers as he began to kiss her deeply, his hands roaming over her body. He slid a hand between her legs, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it gently, his fingers sliding into her wet pussy. She moaned, her body arching against his as he began to fuck her with his fingers, his thumb rubbing her clit in slow, steady circles.
He pulled his fingers out of her and sucked it into his mouth. He spreads her legs and gets between them, his cock poised at her entrance. "Tell me you want it, Mary," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me you want me to fuck you," He rubbed his cock on her folds drawing moans out of her.
She nodded, her body aching with need. "Yes, Henry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Fuck me."
He thrust into her letting out a loud groan as he felt her pussy envelop him. His cock filling her completely, her body stretching to accommodate him. She moaned, her body arching against his as he began to move, his hips thrusting against hers in a steady rhythm.
He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss as he continued to fuck her, his body moving against hers in a steady, rhythmic motion.
His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. He thrust into her, his cock filling her completely. Mary moaned, her head thrown back as she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Henry's lips found her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her body moving in time with his as he continued to fuck her, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. She moaned, her body aching with need as he continued to fuck her.
Mary's orgasm hit her suddenly, her body shaking as she came. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. "Turn over," he commanded, his voice low and husky. She hesitated for a moment, then turned over, her body trembling with anticipation. "I want to fuck your ass, Mary," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to feel your tight little ass wrapped around my cock."
He collected her juices on his fingers and pushes it in her asshole wetting it. He then spit on her hole and she moaned, her body aching with need. "Spit on my hand," he commands and she does without any complaints. He lathers his cock with it, while groaning in pleasure. He positioned himself behind her, his cock poised at her entrance.
He makes shallow thrusts against her hole preparing her and after few thrusts, he slowly inserts himself in. She cried out as his cock slid into her ass, his cock filling her completely, her body stretching to accommodate him. She moaned, her body arching against his as he began to move, his hips thrusting against hers in a steady rhythm. His balls slapping against her pussy. He thrusted harder and deeper, grunting as his cock thickened inside her.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it gently, his fingers sliding into her wet pussy. She screamed in pleasure, her body shaking as she felt herself very close to coming. He groaned loudly as her ass squeezed his cock and her pussy clenched around his fingers.
Mary screamed and moaned her orgasm, her body shaking as she came. Henry followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her as he came. Mary collapsed on bed, her body slick with sweat. Henry pulled out his cock causing her to hiss. He stares at his cum oozing out of her ass and her own cum flowing out of her pussy. He leans over and gives her ass a little kiss. Satisfied, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
He had gotten what he wanted yet again. He had fucked the woman he had been obsessed with for months, yet again. Now, he just had to find a way to keep her all to himself—and he would. He always did. The first time, it had cost him his son. This time, his wife. Both necessary sacrifices.