Leo watched with the corner of his eye as Lady Rosamund placed a necklace around Cora's lovely long neck, tilting his head and salivating when he realised the piece was the same one he gave her as a proposal gift, and she wore when he first put his mouth on her pretty pussy.
"Are you finished?" he asked, taking off his rings and only keeping the one on his fourth finger, the one that said he was hers.
The short brunette shot him a wide eyed look.
"Yes, your majesty."
Leo just hummed positively.
"Leave me and my lady wife alone," he commanded. "We'll meet you in the throne room."
Lady Rosamund curtsied and rushed out of the queen's chambers, closing the door behind herself, and he strode to Cora just as his wife looked at him in a confused way.
"You were wearing this," he hooked his finger on the necklace, standing with his chest pressed against hers. "When I first kissed you, remember?"
Judging by the way her lovely cheeks reddened, giving her skin a lovely flush, she did.
"My little virgin," he whispered, caressing her cheek with the back of his finger and watching her eyelids fluttering closed. "So fucking wet for her King's lips."
She shrugged, shivering, and he smirked.
"I bet you get so wet when you remember it, my little queen."
Her bright blue eyes snapped open, and Cora stared at him, pupils dark from desire.
"Bend over," he instructed. "Elbows on the bed, feet on the floor."
"We'll be late," she half protested, but he knew better.
"They can wait."
She followed his instructions, and Leo moaned deeply in his chest.
Perfect.
He pushed her green dress up and her undergarments down, exposing her folds to his eyes. She was soaked, glistening already.
"Why don't we repeat the memory now, my queen?" he whispered, kneeling to be levelled with her folds. "And we can add an even better ending."
Cora mewled, and he watched with pleasure when he noticed her becoming even wetter.
"Perfect," he kissed her thigh.
His tongue moved over he folds gently, licking stripes over it before placing his lips over her clit, sucking gently and holding her in place when her kneels buckled, slowly pushing his queen so she would lay on their bed.
Leo used his fingers to her to prod her, spreading her folds as her juices dripped down, coating his fingers.
"Leo," she whimpered, squirming.
"It's okay, sweetheart," he whispered, pushing two of his fingers inside. "So sweet, my lady wife."
Cora moaned, and he chuckled, curving his finger and sucking onto her clit, earning a moan from her, and didn't hold back.
He stroke and played with her, fucking her with his fingers as he stimulated her clit with his mouth, humming against her and closing his eyes as he felt her body reacting to him, pussy becoming wetter and tighter, and clit throbbing.
"Leo," she pleaded. "Leo, please."
He pulled away, and when his eyes met her face, his wife was staring at his face, cheeks red and flushed and lips parted open as she panted.
"Please," she whimpered.
"Please what?"
She squirmed, spreading her legs wider.
"Please," Cora repeated, voice small and soft, embarrassed.
She was so innocent, still. Even after he spent four whole days inside her, bringing the sweetest moans from her lips, filling her up.
"Use your words, my dear."
She closed her eyes, squirming and closing her hand in a fist, hitting the bed, and he chuckled, slapping her ass very gently and smirking when she jumped, squeezing his fingers.
Good to know.
"Inside me," she whimpered. "Please."
Leo licked his lips and raised his chin, watching her squirm as his thumb made circles over her clit.
Such a pretty sight.
"I'm already inside you," he flicked her clit, and his wife trembled, hiding her face in their sheets. "My fingers..."
Cora cried out, and he could feel how she was just so close.
"No," she whimpered.
"Not my finger?" he asked. "You want more?"
She nodded, and Leo licked his lips.
"You want my cock, then, sweet girl?" he asked, caressing her thigh.
His wife squirmed, raising her hips high as he caressed his walls with the tip of his fingers.
"Please," Cora whimpered.
Leo bit his lower lip. How could he even say no to her begging like this.
He stroked her a little bit more before pulling away, and Cora whimpered when she felt his cock brushing against her and pushing into her soft pussy, holding her hips as he felt her walls surrounding him, bottoming out, and moaning when she squeezed him.
"That's what you want?" he pressed a kiss onto her neck, earning a little mew from her.
"Yes," his wife cried out, hips raising to press against his.
He pushed his hand around her, playing with her clit.
"So hungry for her husband's cock," he hissed, making tight circled on her. "Aren't you such a good wife?"
Cora didn't answer, instead, her walls fluttered around his cock and her body convulsed under him, and his wife came, releasing the loveliest sounds through her lips.
Leo couldn't help but growl, rutting against her, fucking her drenched pussy with short punctual strokes.
"Leo," she whimpered, fisting the sheets.
"Such a perfect girl," he whispered, kissing the exposed back of her neck.
His wife's blonde hair was up in Queen braids, high and mighty to show the world her new position, and he was filled with pride when kissing the exposed back of her neck.
She gasped when he moved his hands to the two back braids that were supposed to fall over her collarbones and pulled on them, squeezing his cock.
Naughty little thing.
"Do you like this?" he whispered, and his lips curled in a grin. "Maybe we should try when you have your hair down, shouldn't we?"
Cora whimpered, panting.
"Yes, Leo."
She jumped in reaction to his words.
"Leo..." his wife protested, squirming.
He just hummed, biting onto her shoulder softly.
"I need to be a good husband for my perfect wife, Cora," he pointed out. "Gotta make sure you'll l-"
He interrupted himself.
Leo was in love with her.
It was strange and scary to say aloud.
He wouldn't know what he would do if he lost her.
He just wanted her to love him back.
"Gotta make sure you'll always be satisfied, by queen." he squeezed her.
He couldn't overwhelm her. Leo would go slow, make her the happiest she could ever be.
He had to give her everything, so she'd love him too.
He stopped when she wrapped a hand around his wrist and turned to look at him.
"Can you kiss me?" she whispered, voice trembling and breathy. "Please?"
Leo couldn't say no.
He took the hand he had on her hair and used to lift her body along with his, turning and kissing his wife's lips passionately as she moaned and panted, and he was surprised when she came again, moaning against his lips.
Leo released himself inside her with a groan, still feeling her squeezing his dick, still hearing her little sounds as she came down from her peak.
"So perfect," he whispered, moving his lips away, cradling her jaw, kissing her neck and earlobe. "So full, my queen. Full of my baby."
She whimpered.
"Yes, Leo," Cora panted.
He took his hand up, caressing the flat of her stomach.
"I'll keep you filled up every day, gonna give you my baby. Ain't that what you want?"
His wife mewled, pussy giving his cock one little weak squeeze.
"I will," she whispered softly. "I'll give you a baby, Leo."
He kissed her shoulder, still caressing around her stomach through her clothes.
"I know you will, sweetheart," he assured her. "And I know you'll be the best mother in this country."
Her body softened in his arms.
"Thank you," his wife whispered.
He pulled away from her and knelt onto the floor, collecting her undergarments and sliding it over her legs again, placing a soft kiss on her ankles as he adjusted her stocking into place, tying them up before standing again.
Cora waited standing as he adjusted his clothes, fixing his clothes, and walked to him, silently helping him place his jewellery.
"Your hair," she told him. "Sit. Let me braid it."
Leo complied, sitting down in front of the mirror he'd placed just for her, and staying quiet as she braided his hair in delicate hands.
This wasn't even the 5th time she'd done this for him, but her technique was perfect, much better than his clumsy fingers as she braided his hair close to his scalp, and crossed them on the back of his head, placing a soft kiss on the nape of his neck once she had tied them up.
"Done," his wife whispered, and his head raced in his chest.
Perfect.
"Thank you," he said as he stood up, and reached for her, raising her chin and placing a soft kiss onto her lips.
"You're welcome," she smiled kindly.
Yes, he was a man in love.
Her hand squeezed him when he tangled their fingers together, and he felt his face warming up in an embarrassed flush.
"Our court is waiting for us."