King Lucas would call for Lady Molly to his chambers every few nights, since she has moved into the castle. Done in secret, Molly would leave her chambers in the dead of night, with only a candle to help her light her way sticking closely to the walls as to make sure of nights, which spot her speaking about. For if she was caught, she could not say yes to why she was moving. It would not go so far as to her being arrested as the king would handle this matter discreetly if she were to end up in a cell, Molly know it would not be for long. Still, she did everything in her power to avoid this. It was her duty to please the king.
That was all.
Molly can't help but think about her young brother as she leaves her way through the Palace walls. She had not felt well since she had departed from her home and he had not been getting any better as of late. Gaston had sent for masters but it was all for not. No matter the treatment. He continued to diminish in health, and Molly worried that he may not live for her to say goodbye. She knew it was wrong and foolish to expect a favor from the king but she hopes at least one of these nights when they meet she could ask if he would allow her home for just one night.
Spotting the guard she had seen every single night posted to the king store. She knows as does he. They both knew why she was there, so they could not speak of it. The night turns around and knocks on the door. Molly can hear the faint voice of the king telling the man he could enter. The night announces the arrival of Molly in the king, ushers her inside, without the moments hesitation. The night steps back to allow Molly to enter, and then closes the door behind the two returning to his post. Turning his attention from the door back to Molly, he walks up behind her, kissing her neck before slipping her dress over the shoulders, causing it to fold floor.
" Are you ready dear?"
" Yes, Your Grace." Lady Molly breathes
King. Lucas takes her hand, leading her over to the bed before lying her down, gently onto her back. He gazes at her naked figure, excitement building within him.
Removing his own clothes, he climbs into bed, now, on top of her, leaning down just enough so he can grab his length to guide it into her entrance. With the groan he enters her and Molly moans as her walls stretch. King Lucas begins to rock his hips, back-and-forth in a steady motion, sliding in and out of her with ease. Molly presses her lips together tightly to keep herself from crying out and making too much noise. Just then he pulls back slamming into her hard causing her to lose all focus and crying loudly. King Lucas is pleased by this begins to rock, his hips harder applying more force. Soon as you are painting, but he does not stop even after he comes inside her once, twice and he continues on until he cannot any longer and he pulls out collapsing beside her, as the two struggle to catch their breath.
Molly awakens, excited for the day. She'd collapsed into bed after her time with the King, exhausted and sore.
Today was another matter however.
The King would be holding a festival full of competitions, dancing, and feasting.
Recent storms had caused the kingdom to take precaution, sealing the castle and withholding all events.
Molly in a beautiful dark red dress, hair in braids, makes her way through the hall to the coach that would bring the ladies to the arena where the festivities would be held. There would be jousting, hand to hand combat and archery. Opening the door, Molly makes her way to the coach. She says a quick hello to the other ladies, the members of staff who'll be serving food, and she sits.
The coach begins to move, making its way down the path. As Molly watches the trees pass and begins to see the crowds of people, her excitement grows even more. It had been quite awhile since she'd been able to see such things. Her time spent at home was used to learn her lessons, take care of the house and care for her brother. Now in the castle, she spent time learning the ways of the lives of the servants of the royals. When she wasn't with the King, she was attending to the castle itself.
The coach pulls to a stop and the women exit. Molly begins to make her way towards the arena, spotting the horses and their riders making their way to the stables. When she gets to the entrance however, a knight holds up his hand, not allowing her to pass.
"King Lucas has requested your presence, Lady Molly." The knight says
Now of all times?
Molly nods in understanding.
"Where is His Majesty?"
"In his coach."
The man points to a silver coated carriage with 6 black majestic horses pulling it to an area a bit away. Molly thanks the knight and makes her way over. She is unsure how to proceed, her nervousness growing, unsure if the Queen is inside with him. She cannot see inside, her worry not fading as she gets closer. The door opens and Molly freezes, relaxing when she sees King Lucas's face.
"Do not fret. It is only me."
"Your Grace." Lady Molly bows.
Extending a hand he helps her inside.
King Lucas tells Molly to sit on her knees and she complies. He places his hand upon her cheek, stroking her face with his thumb. He undoes his pants, revealing his cock. Understanding what he is asking of her, Molly moves her head between his thighs, taking it into her mouth. King Lucas lets out a moan, the wet feeling of her mouth causing his length to throb. Using his hand to guide her up and down, he tilts his head back, enjoying the sensation. Looking down, he sees her dark brown eyes staring back at him. She begins to gag but does not stop, increasing the motion, he moans again. King Lucas knows he must soon address his subjects but right now, the only thing that mattered was the beautiful woman wrapped around him.