The King’s Mistress.

Chapter 1: The Queen's Response

“Dearest!” Amberly exclaimed as Lyndon walked in. He scooped her up and kissed her deeply as he slowly spun with her in his arms.

When he placed her back on the ground, she could see the concern in his eyes.

“ My love, something is troubling you. I can see it in your eyes.”

“My Darling, you know me too well.” He replied.

He grasped both her hands in his and walked her over to the bed, where they both sat down. Lyndon took a deep breath. “My Queen, you know how much I love you and our girls. Rosalie, Grace, and Shayleigh mean the world to me, but..” he trailed off.

Amberly froze; she knew what was coming. She could still hear her father drilling that she needed to conceive a male heir in her head. That women weren’t fit to rule because it was too much power for a woman to hold, and that if it appeared, she could not give the King a male heir, it was likely he’d take a mistress in hopes of gaining a son.

“But you want to take a mistress because I appear to be incapable of giving you a son.” Said Amberly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” said the King.

“I am sorry to have failed you, My Lord,” she said. “You may do as you wish. You are King. You don’t need my permission.”

She let go of his hands and walked across the room. She could feel the tears coming, but she refused to let him see her cry.

“You may go, Majesty. You needn’t say anything more.”

She couldn’t see the deep frown and furrowed brow of the King. He knew her heart was breaking, and he hated himself for it.

“Amberly,” he said gently as he walked across the room, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her neck tenderly before whispering “I love you” in her ear.

“Do you?” She asked, “do you still have a passion for me?”

Lyndon’s breath caught in his throat. “Of course I do, my love.” He said. “If I didn’t feel it necessary, I wouldn’t do this..”

She nodded, unshed tears in her eyes. Lyndon brushed the curls framing her face to the side so he could kiss her cheek.

“Darling, I will not do this without your support. I will not choose a mistress without your approval. We could invite some maidens of your choosing to the palace."

She nodded, “okay,” she said.

“Now then.” He said in her ear. “Let me show you just how much passion I have for you.” He said as he slowly undid the buttons of her lovely purple gown. He was kissing her back as he exposed her skin with each button.

Amberly shivered with pleasure as she felt his hot lips on her skin. She wanted to deny him out of anger but couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Her body instantly responded to his touch no matter how hard she tried not to. Before she knew it, her gown and petticoat were pooling at her feet, and he was untying her corset. After letting the corset fall to the floor, he swept her off her feet and carried her over to the bed, laying her down gently.

Lyndon grabbed at the waist of Amberly’s pantalettes. He was pulling them off slowly, seductively. As he looked into her eyes, he could see the war within her. She wanted him. She had that gleam in her eye. However, he could also see the underlying sadness of which he knew he was the cause.

He laid in bed next to her, holding himself up ever so slightly so that he may kiss her passionately. He dipped his head down, taking her n****e into his mouth, slowly swirling his tongue around it, causing it to become taut. As he did this, he slid two fingers inside of her and smiled at how wet she was for him already. He quickened his pace inside of her as he began to kiss her again. When he felt her start to tremble with pleasure, he said:

“that’s it. My love, just let it go.”

Amberly wanted to hold back but couldn’t. She cried out while her body exploded in pleasure. Lyndon smiled against her lips.

“I love you, Amber, Queen of my heart. My whole life, I’ve never loved anything else.” He said softly. With that, he slowly entered her. Burying himself deep inside of her.

Lyndon slowly thrust in and out of Amberly. She was so warm and wet for him. As he moved in and out of her, he could feel her moving her hips in time with his strokes. He could see her pleasure mounting in her eyes, so he picked up the pace thrusting himself as deep into her as he could. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in close, calling out his name when she finally came for him.

He smiled at her triumphantly right before she wrapped herself around him tighter and rolled him onto his back. Now she was the one with the triumphant smile. She was slowly rocking back and forth on him as he massaged her breasts, gently looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She began to rock back and forth faster as she saw a euphoric look in his eyes. She knew that soon he would find his release. As she moved, she began grinding down on him, driving him as deep into her as he could go. It was then that he burst inside her. Wrapping her in his arms, he rolled with her onto their side, and soon they were both asleep.