The Soft Touch Of A Queen Consort

EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND      
Groveland Castle        
1701        
        
Sir Pious rubbed over his bandaged arm.          
          
Lady Ann knocked on the door to Sir Pious’ bedchamber.          
         
Sir Pious sat up and propped his back against the pillow.          
         
His Steward was right on time with his opiate pain elixir.          
         
“Come in.”          
         
Lady Ann twisted the doorknob and entered Sir Pious’ bedchamber. She pushed the door close.          
         
“What the fuck are you doing here and in my home?”          
         
“I thought you may need some refreshments to get your strength up.”          
         
“How did you get here?”          
         
“My stagecoach.”          
         
Lady Ann placed the wicker basket down on the bed.          
         
Damn she looked nothing like Sephora, no sex appeal, very ordinary.          
         
“Have you spoken to the king?”          
         
“Yes, and I will not be entering into the marriage arena anytime soon.”          
         
Lady Ann’s mouth dropped.          
         
“How dare you speak to me in that tone? I am from blood of royalty, and I have the king’s permission, for us to wed.”          
         
Sir Pious leaned forward. His arm throbbed.          
         
“Shit.”          
         
Lady Ann rushed around the bed and got on her knees.          
         
“Here let me take a look at that.”          
         
“I do not need a fucking nurse.”          
         
“No, you need a wife; now hold still and quit berating me.”          
         
Lady Ann loosened the bloody bandage from around Sir Pious’ upper arm area.                  
Her eyes strayed to the many scars plastered over his chest.          
         
“It must have been some battles you’ve won.”          
         
“Every last one of them.”          
         
“Could you please hand me my wicker basket?”          
         
Sir Pious reached over for the wicker basket. He pulled it to him and stationed it on his lap.          
         
Lady Ann lifted it and placed it near Sir Pious’ thigh.          
         
She opened it and pulled out several First Aid items. She lifted a bottle of salve, opened it, and layered his wound.            
         
Sir Pious looked down at Lady Ann undetected. She is not that bad looking. He looked down at her deflated breasts, smooth cocoa-brown skin toned complexion, and a mouth he just might be provoked to try at its best.          
         
Lady Ann stood.          
         
“There, that should do it. Are you hungry?”          
         
“No, I’ve already been fed.”          
         
“Sir Pious, if it’s Sephora you are waiting for, please don’t. She will be marrying King Javiah tomorrow.”          
         
Sir Pious attempted to lean up.          
         
“I would not be so sure.”          
         
“Men, you know nothing when it comes to a determined man, protecting his pussy. Just admit it; you’ve lost Sephora’s hand in marriage, however, mine is still open. Allow me to love you Sir Pious. I believe our union will be a strong alliance.”                 
Sir Pious looked at Lady Ann. His eyes swept up and down her body.          
         
Damn, he wanted Sephora with a burning passion, as Lady Ann stated, waiting does not keep the sheets warm at night.          
         
“I will think about what you said.          
         
Lady Ann smiled.          
         
“He noticed her teeth were a tad yellowish, compared to Sephora’s, whose teeth were sparkling white.          
         
“Would you like any company in that bed of yours?”          
         
“Only if you stay on your side of the bed.”          
         
Lady Ann placed her hands behind her back and crossed her two fingers.          
         
She lifted the wicker basket and sat it on the floor. She walked around the bed.                  
She quickly removed her clothing attire.          
         
Sir Pious inhaled while looking at her darkish-brown skin tone complexion. He leaned forward and looked at her thighs and legs.          
         
He closed his eyes in betrayal. Was it betrayal on Sephora’s behalf, once he saw her having sex with the king?          
         
Sir Pious felt the bed sag under his weight.          
         
She did not even smell flowery like Sephora he thought.          
         
“Would you like to talk?”          
         
Sir Pious leaned over and turned off the light. He slid under the covers.          
         
Lady Ann hissed under her breath. She had to get rid of Sephora, or, she will never have the title of the wife of the Duke of Cromwell.          
         
Fucking bitch, she thought.          
         
Lady Ann sunk under the covers.          
         
THE NEXT DAY          
Wedding of King Javiah and Lady Sephora          
         
Sephora’s Ladies-In-Waiting settled a crowned wedding veil on top of her head.              
Sephora admired the beautiful artwork of her white hand-stitched white wedding gown.          
         
The white pearly beads caught the reflection of sunlight streaming through the castle’s window. Her wedding train was a foot long. She smiled when King Javiah appeared at her doorstep, with a jeweled box in his hand. She palmed the ruby tear-drop necklace her gave her as a wedding present; only after she made him ejaculate in her mouth.          
         
Sephora smiled at the thought, after she did, and scolded him for seeing the bride on her wedding day. King Javiah lifted her, lowered her to the carpet, and made the most passionate love to her any man who truly loves a woman could do.          
         
“Lady Sephora.”          
         
“I’m sorry.”          
         
“We said you look simply beautiful, and the king is getting a very stunning queen, as well as Scotland and England.          
         
“Thank you, ladies, I couldn’t have done this alone. Oh, wait a minute.”          
         
Sephora rushed over to her vanity table and lifted three small jewelry boxes. She returned to where she left her Ladies-In-Waiting.          
         
“Just a little trinket to know, I care for you all.”          
         
She handed each one a jewelry box.          
         
“You may all go and attend to your own needs. I’m fine.”          
         
“Are you sure.”          
         
“Go, I need my Ladies-In-Waiting to look just as gorgeous as the woman whom they assist.”          
         
Each one turned to the other and smiled.          
         
All three scattered out of Sephora’s bedchamber.          
         
LATER THAT DAY          
St. Mark Cathedral Church          
The King’s Private Chapel          
         
The Coronation of Sephora          
         
Following King Javiah’s ceremonial recognition and oath.          
         
King Javiah seated on the Chair of State in the royal box; waited in anticipation for Sephora to make an appearance.          
         
Sephora was nervous as she made her way down the dimly lit corridor. She was getting married, where was her mother, her father? She always dreamed Maxine would be her Maid-of-Honor.          
         
Sephora passed the Seminary. She took a deep breath and walked down the flight of stairs. Her Ladies-In-Waiting met her at the bottom of the red carpeted steps. One of her Ladies-In-Waiting handed her a bouquet of Heather.          
         
“Thank you.”          
         
“You look beautiful, Lady Sephora.”          
         
Each one bowed to her.          
         
“As my Ladies-In-Waiting, you all look ravishing as well.”          
         
Sephora sucked in her abdomen to dispel the butterflies rumpling in her stomach.                 
I love you King Javiah…she meant Sir Pious, didn’t she?          
         
“Wait…”          
         
“Is something wrong Lady Sephora?”          
         
“No, I’m fine, thanks.”          
         
Her Ladies-In-Waiting walked behind her footsteps.          
         
Sephora heard raised voices in the Cathedral.          
         
“Mother and father, please forgive me for marrying a man, without your attendance.”          
         
She entered through the doors of the king’s private chapel. She almost lost her footing as she walked down the lengthen aisle. Her eyes glanced around. She almost swallowed her tongue, after she witnessed the smirk on Lady Ann’s face. Her heart sank to see Sir Pious’ hand in hers.          
         
That bitch. She caught Sir Pious’ eyes.          
         
He turned away.          
         
Sephora make her way in front of Archbishop Worley.          
         
King Javiah rose from the Chair of State. He went to stand by Sephora.          
         
Both kneeled.            
         
Archbishop Worley performed the ceremonial rites of joining the two.          
         
Sephora’s head was anointed with holy oil, and then she paid homage. She was led over to the wooden Stone of Destiny chair before she was crowned as Queen Consort.          
         
After the precession and interchanging of her crown for the Imperial State Crown.            
Archbishop Worley handed Sephora the Scepter and the cross with the Orb.          
         
King Javiah and Queen Sephora made an appearance on the balcony of Cromwell to extend well wishes who all stood in attendance from the outside.          
         
Bells could be heard throughout.          
         
LATER THAT AFTERNOON          
The Great Hall          
         
Sephora sat on the throne alongside her husband. She peered over at King Javiah.             
He looked dashing in her king’s ceremonial wedding attire. She was happy she chose to consume her emotions with him. She smiled knowing what waited her under the covers much later.          
         
“Your Majesty, Chancellor from Pembroke,” the Chamberlain annoyed.          
         
“Your Majesty. From my country to the beautiful addition to the monarch, thee lovely Queen Sephora.”          
King Javiah bowed.          
         
Sephora smiled and bowed her head in acknowledgement.          
         
The Chancellor held a large box out, he opened it.          
         
A golden-colored jeweled goblet reflected its light in Sephora’s eyes.          
         
“It’s so beautiful.”          
         
“My queen, and I thank you for your gift on this special occasion.”          
         
King Javiah smiled knowing the Chancellor’s eyes strayed to the perfect bosom of his wife. He reached over, lifted her hand, and kissed it.          
         
“Your Majesty, Queen Sephora.”          
         
The Chancellor bowed, turned, and walked over to the buffet table.          
         
Sephora looked over at clusters of political dignitaries who have taken the time to enjoy the king and her wedding day.          
         
“Will you excuse me; I need to confer with my Ladies-In-Waiting.”          
         
King Javiah smiled at Sephora.          
         
“I’ll ask for the last dance, and then I will meet you under the covers beautiful.”          
         
Sephora stood and lifted her wedding gown. Her train made a rug as she walked over to the buffet table for a word with her Ladies-In-Waiting. Her presence was intercepted by Sir Pious.          
         
“Should I congratulate the bride?”          
         
“You betrayed me, how dare you flaunt your mistress in my face.”          
         
“You are so beautiful, and if Your Majesty, was not in the fucking corner giving me the eye. I will attempt to show you how chagrined I really am. Dammit, I hope you’re happy.”          
         
“Had I been laying in your bed tonight; I would have been. Sir Pious, please tell me you and Lady Ann, have…have not had any relations.”          
         
“As a matter of fact, we have.”          
         
“Congratulations.”          
         
“I think you need to add a bow, or I will think you are voluntarily disrespecting your queen.”          
         
Lady Ann looked over at Sir Pious, her gaze returned back to Sephora.          
         
“My Queen.”          
         
Lady Ann bowed to Sephora.          
         
“Please leave us.”          
         
Lady Ann walked away. She looked back at Sir Pious and Queen Sephora.          
         
“You will get yours in the end, bitch,” she hissed under her breath.          
         
King Javiah looked over at Sir Pious and Sephora talking.          
         
“Excuse me, Cardinal Webster.”          
         
King Javiah snaked his way through the Great Hall of guests.          
         
“Sir Pious,” King Javiah palmed his shoulder from behind “How nice of you to include your presence in the queen and my wedding festivities.”          
         
King Javiah circled Sephora’s waist from behind and pulled her against his chest.          
“Join me for the last dance, and then onto our marriage bed.”          
         
Sephora was led to the center of the Great Hall.          
         
King Javiah pulled Sephora against the stature of his body.          
         
His palms ever-so slowly, journeyed up and down her back.          
         
Oh, yes this is the feeling she craved under the covers.          
         
Sephora inched closer.          
         
King Javiah leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You are very beautiful, Queen Sephora.”          
         
Sephora leaned up, as King Javiah leaned his face downward.          
         
Their lips met.          
         
King Javiah held Sephora’s body to his.          
         
Sir Pious slammed his goblet down on the buffet table and stormed out the Great Hall.          
         
Lady Ann placed her goblet down and ran after him.          
         
LATER THAT EVENING          
         
Sephora did not understand, as to why when she and King Javiah were walking back to the Royal Private Bedchamber; why several men in pursuit, including Sir Pious and Cardinal Webster were following.          
         
Sephora leaned over and whispered to King Javiah, “Why are these men following us?”          
         
“It is considered a customary for selected guests to watch the marriage bed ceremony.”          
         
Both crossed over the threshold of the royal private bedchamber and walked over to the bed.          
         
Sephora look on as the congregation flooded the bedchamber.          
         
“You mean these people are here to watch us.”          
         
“Yes.”          
         
“But….”          
         
“It is tradition.”          
         
King Javiah stood in front of Sephora.          
         
“I love you.”          
         
He lifted her hand and kissed it.          
         
“I love you too.”          
         
“Have faith in this union.”          
         
“I will.”          
         
Sephora looked over at all the observers.          
         
“This is the time, I disrobe my beautiful queen, and allow any man to lust, knowing I will be the only man who climbs between your thighs.”          
         
“Is this the talk I must accustom myself to as your queen?”          
         
King Javiah leaned downward and whispered something in her ear before, sticking the tip of his tongue in her ear canal.          
         
“Oh, yes, I love you to bring that talk into play, Your Majesty.”          
         
King Javiah assisted Sephora out her wedding gown, her hose, and then her shoes. He handed the clothing items to his groomsman.          
         
Sephora shielded her breasts.          
         
King Javiah’s groomsman removed his clothing attire. King Javiah leaned down and kissed Sephora on her lips.          
         
Sir Pious seethed his teeth in anger.          
         
“Make love to me Queen Sephora.”          
         
Sephora stood on her the balls of her feet. She palmed the sides of King Javiah’s face and kissed him.              
King Javiah palmed Sephora’s hips and pulled her into his erection.          
         
“Mmmm,” Sephora moaned.          
         
King Javiah lifted Sephora in his arms and carried her over to the bed. He lain her on it. He disengaged his lips, and then joined her in the bed.          
         
King Javiah opened Sephora thighs. He palmed his manhood and shot it inside her pussy. He captured her lips.          
         
Sephora linked her arms around King Javiah’s neck. She uplifted her pussy, not allowing any thrust of his manhood to be ignored.          
         
“I love you, Queen Sephora.”          
         
King Javiah hammered his manhood inside of her.          
         
Sephora could not catch her breath to keep up with the rapid pace of his manhood piercing farther inside of her, lubricating her pussy with a starvation.                  
Sir Pious turned his head away during the intimate consummation.          
         
“Her...oh Your Majesty.” Sephora held King Javiah’s body to hers, and climaxed. “Oooo,” Sephora screamed under the battering of his dick penetrating her pussy.                  
King Javiah laid on top of her and joined her in the gulf of physical euphoria.          
         
“Uggggg,” King Javiah grunted under his breath. He inched back, palmed Sephora’s face, and kissed her lips.          
         
Cardinal Webster marked the marriage as biding and legal in the constitutional law of Scotland.          
         
Sir Pious rushed out the king’s bedchamber. He rounded the corner and leaned against the wall. He panted heavily under duress. He looked around. He had to get away. He hurried out the castle.          
         
Lady Ann watched Sir Pious rush through the congested gathering and dashed out the door.          
         
LATER THAT SAME EVENING          
         
“I love you, and this night, may it be filled with many more, and a couple of heirs.”                 
“I would love a wee barren from you.”          
         
He kissed her forehead.          
         
“And you shall have it, but first, let me have this.”          
         
King Javiah settled Sephora on top of him. He palmed one of her breasts.          
         
“Oh…yes… you…you can have this anytime, handsome.”          
         
Sephora leaned down and kissed the top of King Javiah’s head.          
         
King Javiah held a stiff dick.          
         
Sephora inched up and slid her pussy down on it.          
         
“Oh…yes…yes. My beautiful queen, will keep me satisfied in this lifetime and the next.”           
         
Sephora leaned down and latched onto King Javiah’s lips. She moved her pussy up and down, faster, and then slower. She slapped her vaginal walls up and down the length. She sat up and palmed King Javiah’s upper chest area; she plummeted her womanhood.          
         
“Shitt...”          
         
King Javiah kissed a swinging breast. He snagged the other breast nipple in his mouth. He placed the nipple between his fingers and licked over the brownish bud.          
         
“Oh…swee…sweet.”            
         
Sephora closed her eyes. Damn he played her body like a fine-tuned piano. His love making was like a sweet melody to her physical needs.          
         
“I…lo…love you.”          
         
Sephora’s body caved in. Her climax claimed its presence.          
         
PRE-DAWN HOURS          
         
Sephora rolled over. She threw her arm over King Javiah’s stomach.          
         
“Javiah,” She gently shook him. “Are you up?”          
         
King Javiah uttered something in his sleep, and cuddled Sephora closer to his upper torso.          
         
Sephora looked down. His manhood was standing in attention. She went under the covers and stoked his manhood.          
         
Sephora inched the covers down and threw one leg over King Javiah’s stomach. She reached down, wrapped her palm around King Javiah’s dick, and slid it up inside her.          
         
King Javiah slowly opened his eyes.          
         
Sephora leaned down and kissed his lips.          
         
“So that you know, I intend to be a dutiful wife, in and out of bed.”          
         
King Javiah palmed Sephora’s derrière and sat up.          
         
“I am pleased my wife has a sexual appetite, which matches mine.”          
         
He palmed the sides of her face and inched her head forward. He rested his forehead against her forehead.          
         
“I want this alliance between you and me to work. I not only need a dutiful wife, I need a smart and beautiful queen, to represent this monarch in the absence of my presence. Promise me you will uphold that oath to me.”          
         
“I will.”          
         
She kissed him on the nose.          
         
King Javiah inched his head back.          
         
“My God, you are so beautiful, and mine to behold.”          
         
“Then please me, Your Majesty.”          
         
King Javiah kissed Sephora on her lips. His tongue expertly moved across her face. He licked around her lips.          
         
“Mmm, oh…you are a handful...”          
         
He kissed her into silence.          
         
King Javiah held Sephora’s hips and laid back against the pillow, naturally Sephora’s body followed.          
         
Sephora moved her silken folds up and down King Javiah’s erection.          
         
“Oh, you feel so good.”          
         
King Javiah palmed Sephora’s back. He kissed a breast nipple, and then the other. He held the back of her head and pulled her body into his kiss. King Javiah persistently uplifted his groin; Sephora relentlessly banged her pelvis downward.                  
His tongue swarmed inside her mouth.          
         
“Ummm,” Sephora moaned. She stirred her womanhood.          
         
King Javiah’s head impacted the pillow among each thrust he provided.          
         
Sephora palmed King Javiah’s arms and placed them over his head. She disengaged her mouth from his and moved her pussy to the tip of his manhood. She pounced on his erection.          
         
“Oh…. yes...oh shit,” King Javiah hissed under his skin.          
         
He palmed her hips and assisted her surrendering.          
         
“Oh…shit.” He held her to his groin and ejaculated.          
         
Sephora circled her womanhood.          
         
King Javiah held her closer and suckled a breast nipple.          
         
Sephora threw her head back.          
         
“Oh…my...my handsome king.”          
         
Her climaxed eased down the flaccid flesh.          
         
Both breathing harkened in the darkness.          
         
“Whew…we are going to have male heirs here in no time, you continue to wake the king up as this.”          
         
“You were the one who started it, Your Majesty.”          
         
Sephora rested her body on top of King Javiah.          
         
He pulled the covers up over them.          
         
“Could I ask Your Majesty something?”          
         
He hugged her closer to his body          
         
“I’m the king of this sovereign, you may.”          
         
“Do you ever think there is something else beyond the stars, the moon?”          
         
“Our Creator, yes.”          
         
“Yes, I know that I was speaking more in terms of…I think we all have soul mates, and we have to live and be reborn again to find that soulmate.”          
         
“Am I your soulmate Queen Sephora of Scotland and England?”          
         
“I’m still weighing my options.”          
         
King Javiah flipped Sephora over.          
         
“I think you may need a little more convincing.”          
         
He kissed her and repeatedly made love to her until he was summoned to the Throne Room for a grievous meeting.


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