My Nephew, My King

Wedding

June 11, 1509

Greenwich Church

All eyes were on Katherine, the mother of the King, as she slowly walked down the aisle to stand beside her groom, Prince Henry, Regent of England. As her eyes met those of Henry, a gentle smile formed on her lips. Her mind drifted back to her previous walk down the aisle, all those years ago. At that time, the future had seemed so full of promise, yet had turned tragic so quickly mere months later.

But this time would be different, Katherine knew. Henry was strong, healthy, robust; everything his frail, delicate brother hadn't been. Surely their union would be prosperous, with many more sons and daughters to follow Arthur.

As they stood before the priest repeating their vows, Henry looked into Katherine's pale blue eyes and felt proud and happy. The sorrow of loss hadn't marred her beauty; she was still every bit as attractive as she'd been when she'd wed his brother. He felt desire stir within him at the thought of the pleasure that was soon to be his.

The six-year-old King, watching solemnly from the front row, didn't fully understand the ramifications of the day's events, but he did realize that from now on, his life would be very different.

"Are you my new Papa now?" Arthur asked Henry during the reception.

"I'm still your Uncle Henry, but you're certainly more than welcome to call me Papa, if you want," Henry said with a grin.

"Your Uncle Henry and I are husband and wife now," Katherine explained to her young son. "That means that from now on, he will live with us at Whitehall Palace."

"And Uncle Henry will sleep in your bed?" That was what the young boy found the most bewildering.

"Of course he will. That's what being married means, that you sleep together in the same bed." Katherine blushed furiously, but Henry grinned and ruffled his nephew's hair.

Katherine was anxious, yet excited, as she waited in her chambers for Henry to come to her that night. It had been more than six years since she'd had marital relations with a man, and she wondered what it would be like with Henry. Would it hurt as much as the first time with Arthur had? Would she be able to please her new husband?

Henry arrived with a shy smile on his face. Katherine pulled the sheets back, and he took her into his arms, his body warm and firm against her own.

"You're frightened, aren't you?" he whispered.

"Only a little," she whispered back.

"Don't be. I promise I'll be gentle." He chuckled lightly.

She felt his hands roaming all over her body, softly caressing her flesh, exploring. His fingers lightly touched her n*****s, and she felt them become erect at his touch. His mouth moved to gently suckle each one in turn, and she felt herself quiver with desire.

She felt him hard against her leg, and shyly reached down to touch him. His skin felt soft, smooth. Lightly she stroked him and heard him moan. His fingers lightly trailed the length of her torso, pausing at the patch of downy hair below her navel. She spread her legs wider to allow him access to her most intimate parts, and suddenly his fingers were there, caressing the tender flesh. Quickly he found her most sensitive spot and began to stroke it, and within moments, she was in ecstasy.

He entered her, and they began to move together. Within moments he began to groan and she knew that he had climaxed as well.

Afterwards he held her in his arms, and she soon heard him snoring lightly.

The following morning, Katherine awakened in Henry's arms, and the events of the previous day washed over her. She looked up at Henry to see him smiling gently at her.

"Good morning," he said.

"Did I please you?" she asked hesitantly.

He nodded. "Did I please you?"

She nodded. He lifted her chin and gently kissed her lips. "Already you may be with child."

Katherine smiled at the thought of baby brothers and sisters for Arthur, sons and daughters to ensure that the line would never die out, that there would always be a Tudor sitting on the throne of England.