My Nephew, My King

George And Joanna's Wedding

"There's something I've been wanting to say to you for some time now, but lacked the nerve," George said to Joanna as they strolled the palace grounds.

"What is it?" asked Joanna.

George paused for a minute. "It's simply that...you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."

"Well, thank you," said Joanna, taken aback. "You couldn't get up the nerve to tell me how beautiful my eyes are?"

"Uh...no, that wasn't exactly what I was going to say." George gulped and licked his lips nervously. Then he stopped walking and turned to face Joanna.

"You see..." he began. "In the time I've gotten to know you, I've fallen in love with you. I'd like to ask the King for your hand in marriage, if that's all right."

George and Joanna were married in the same church in which Arthur and Anne had wed. All the Tudors and Boleyns attended. It was a lovely ceremony. Afterwards, the newlyweds went rowing in the river.

"I can't believe I'm really married," said Joanna, leaning back onto her new husband's chest.

George laughed and hugged her lightly. "Today is the happiest day of my life," he said.

When it got too late for rowing on the river, they went back into the palace, where they had a quiet, romantic dinner together. A court violinist played as they ate. After dinner, they danced for awhile and then went for a moonlight stroll.

"I feel like I never want this night to end," Joanna sighed happily.

"Even better things are in store for us later." George winked at his new wife, and Joanna felt a thrill of excitement course through her body.

Later, George took Joanna's hand and led her to their bedchambers. Joanna's heart beat with excitement as George began to kiss and caress her. Slowly and gently, he unfastened her dress and let it fall from her shoulders, and she stood before him in only her underclothing.

George began to kiss Joanna deeply and passionately as his hands roamed slowly and sensuously over her breasts, causing her n*****s to tingle. She wondered whether she should start undressing him as well or let him do it himself. A moment later her question was answered as George stopped kissing her long enough to remove his own clothing, until he was wearing only his hose. Then he grinned saucily at her and took them off as well.

Hesitantly she took him into her hand and began to fondle him. At the same time, he quickly removed her underclothing, then led her to the bed. She lay down, and he parted her legs and began to gently stroke the tender flesh of her most intimate parts until she was slick with desire. Then he positioned himself at her entrance.

"This may hurt a little bit. I'll be as gentle as I can," he told her.

She cried out in pain as he entered her.

"It's all right," he said soothingly, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead. "I love you, Joanna."

"I love you too," she whispered.

After giving her a moment to adjust, he pressed into her again, very slowly.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she told him.

He continued to press until he was all the way in, then moved in and out very gently, gradually picking up the pace. For Joanna, pain gave way to pleasure until she was feeling quite euphoric. Within a short time George climaxed, then rolled off Joanna and pulled her close to him.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.

"Yes. Did you?"

"Of course!" He kissed her lips, a soft, chaste kiss this time. "Good night, sweet Joanna."

"Good night, George...my love."

He chuckled softly and gave her a bear hug. Within moments they were both asleep.