Bedchamber
(F/M-teen, wife, cheat, voy, preg)
Written by Phoebe
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t was Solstice Eve, and Queen Genevieve had a
headache. It had been a long day, and she wasn't
really looking forward to the long tedious day that
the Winter Solstice celebrations always turned out
to be.
The festivals and late night feasting were always
tiresome, all the peasants and noise that the
celebrations allowed into the castle grounds, her
head pounded with a sharp pain at the thought.
Queen Genevieve and her husband the King had opened
the castle to an even wider range of people this
year. Her husband's younger brother prince Charles
was going away to fight in the holy lands and all
of his men in arms and many of the lesser knights
from surrounding shires were within the castles
walls this night.
Genevieve had always liked the King's younger
brother. He was almost fifteen years younger than
the King, and always seemed so full of life. Ever
since Genevieve had married into the royal family,
prince Charles, even at the tinder age of ten had
had a crush on her. She knew it, and subconsciously
encouraged it.
Now that Charles was 18 and on his way to fight in
the crusades, Genevieve would miss the extra
attention she had become used to.
-=*=-
he King had decided that the celebrations and
feast should be the biggest and best ever. He had
two reasons for this, one was that his brother was
going away to unknown dangers, and the other was
that his queen was suffering from a bout of
depression.
They had been trying for almost two years to have a
child with no success. Genevieve was 24 and more
than ready to be pregnant. As a matter of fact,
that was just about all she thought about nowadays.
Ever since the royal physician told them that due
to a childhood illness that it was unlikely that
the King be able to make her with child, Genevieve
had been obsessed over the fact that she was
childless.
The King trusted his physician but cast around
throughout his kingdom for other opinions and
received many. He took special potions and wore
amulets to ward off evil spirits. But so far all to
no avail.
The King was upset by this turn of events, but when
his trusted physician suggested more frequency in
their copulation, he soon felt well compensated. He
always enjoyed his young wife's lush body, her
thick dark hair, and sparkling green Irish eyes.
Now with her new need she was pulling him into her
bedchambers for sex at all hours, and he enjoyed it
greatly.
-=*=-
our Majesty, would you please see the noble
knights now? They await your grace," the court
magistrate announced. The magistrate couldn't know
that his King had just been invited to his Queen's
bedchamber for a little baby making session.
The King sighed and turned to his queen, "Gene,
I'll be back in a bit, I guess I should take care
of this, after all they leave in a week for the
dangers of the holy war. I suppose I shouldn't keep
them waiting." It was 10 o'clock, only two hours
until Winter Solstice Day feast began.
Genevieve watched her husband get up and head after
his Magistrate. An idle thought crossed her mind as
she watched them walk away. She wondered, 'What
would the old white haired Magistrate think if he
knew that his King had a raging hard-on as he
weaved his way through the crush of guests?'
She smiled to herself, because she had been the
cause of it. And giving him a hand job through the
pocket of his trousers had been as much fun for her
as for him.
"Your Majesty, a penny for your thoughts?" Prince
Charles plopped down beside his sister-in-law.
"Looks like His Majesty was having fun over here!"
Genevieve's face turned bright red, and she felt a
lump forming in her throat. "What do you mean?" she
asked, hoping that Charles had meant something
else.
"I just hope when I get married, I find someone
half as pleasing as you. My brother better
appreciate you as much as you deserve." Charles
said as he nudged her shoulder and gave a knowing
wink.
Genevieve cleared her throat nervously and tried to
change the subject. "Are you ready for your voyage
Charles? You will take care of yourself won't you?"
Taking pity on his pretty sister in-law, prince
Charles decided to let her guide the conversation.
"Yes, never fear, I have a brave enough fighting
force to survive just about anything. I'm actually
looking forward to it. The sun will be a nice
change, and maybe I'll come home all darkly tanned
like a Saracen warrior. I'd look nice with a tan
don't you think?"
Genevieve momentarily envisioned the young man
naked on her bed. For a moment she could see his
well-muscled body all tan and hard. For a fleeting
instant in her minds eye she could see his young
manhood rising into a smooth mahogany pole,
expanding... glistening... throbbing.
"... Hey, a pence for your thoughts!" Charles said
once again as his pretty sister in-law sat
motionless beside him with a far away look on her
face.
The Queen's face turned even a brighter shade of
red as she realized that Charles was looking into
her eyes with a strange inviting smile on his
handsome face.
She realized what he must have been thinking. Here
she was; she'd just given her husband the King a
hand job almost in public, and when asked what she
thought about his future tan, 'well... she'd just
been aroused by her husband, nothing to feel guilty
about,' she thought.
Never the less, Genevieve said quickly, "Charles
please don't tease me. I'm going to rest for a
little while. Will you tell the King to come up and
wake me before the midnight festivities? I think
I've had a little too much to drink and need a lay
down."
"Yes, I'll send him up to you as soon as I see
him." Charles smiled knowingly.
-=*=-
he chambers were warm and snug with fires burning
cheerily in the warming hearths and no one was
about so everything was quiet. Just what Genevieve
needed.
The Queen sat for a moment at her dressing table
and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She
couldn't see any difference in her appearance. She
looked the same as she always had, no older than
when she was still living at home in Nottingforthe
with her parents.
Even at 24 she felt that she could pass for 18 and
get away with it. She had one of those petite
bodies with enough flesh on it to keep her girlish
figure, which she had until recently taken very
good care of.
With a sigh, she finally stood and stepped over to
a table with a dark wooden box on it. She opened
the box and removed a flask.
The court Physician had made her a potion for her
ever-increasing headaches, it always made her feel
calmer and her pain would invariably go away a
short time after taking the medicine.
She took her customary two swallows and put the
flask back into the box. Standing in the semi-
darkness of her bedchamber, Genevieve longed for
her husband. The alcohol that she'd drunk earlier,
and now the fast acting drug she'd just swallowed
were making her feel sexy all over.
Frustrated and even more depressed Genevieve lay
down on her bed and as she drifted off, the vague
worry about waking in time for the midnight
celebration flitted though her mind...
-=*=-
enevieve's eyes opened lazily as a hand sailed
down between her legs. She realized that the hand
must have been there for a while because she could
feel the familiar slickness of her own lubricants
on the massaging fingers.
Contentedly Genevieve turned over to face...
Charles!!!
"What in heaven's name do you thing you're doing
Charles!" Genevieve was wide-awake and angry.
"Genevieve..." Charles stammered. "God I'm sorry, I
- I know you can destroy me for what I've done, but
when I came in here to wake you, you just looked
so... so very beautiful, I just couldn't help
myself, I just had to... I - I guess I thought in
the back of my mind. that we might make a deal
between ourselves."
Charles looked at her flashing eyes, then
continued. "I know how much you and my brother the
King have been trying to make an heir, and I saw
how depressed you've been. I thought that maybe I
could help."
"Get out of here Charles, and I'll try to forget
that you were molesting your brother's wife. I
don't know if I can, but I don't want to ruin your
relationship with each other so I'll try."
Charles didn't get up to leave, in stead he said,
"Gene, I'm a virgin, and you're without a baby. You
want a child, and I don't want to still be a virgin
when I become a crusader in the holy lands. The way
I see it, we might be able to do something
important for each other."
Genevieve sputtered for a moment, then finally
gaining control of her voice she said, "I don't
believe that you said that to me Charles, you know
I love my husband and I would never consider
cheating on him. Why are you doing this?"
"Because I love you Genevieve, and I love my
brother too. He wants a baby just as much as you
do, maybe more. What do you thing your chances are
of having a child by him? Pretty much nil I'll bet.
You know you couldn't get any closer to his
bloodline than me, now could you?" Charles looked
intently into Genevieve's wide green eyes as he
reached out to touch her arm.
Genevieve didn't move as he touched her. She knew
that she should slap him -- even get up and run to
her husband and tell him everything, but she didn't
move. Sitting there with her eyes locked to his,
Genevieve considered what the young man had just
said. She did want a child and heir, and it didn't
look like her husband was going to give her one.
Genevieve flenched as she felt Charles' cool
fingers slide down her arm. She looked down at the
invading hand as it rubbed gently up and down her
forearm. As if in a daze she accepted his touch and
made no protest as he moved closer.
Charles sensed that Genevieve might bolt if he
moved too fast, but this was a moment he had
dreamed about ever since he'd understood what sex
was. His beautiful sister in-law had figured
prominently in his masturbation fantasies all of
his life. And here he was, through a fluke of good
fortune, at the threshold of his brother's wife.
Charles moved up next to her and placed a tentative
hand on her breast, then ran his hand down her
stomach to her thigh, then back up again.
Genevieve reached out and held his hand still.
"Charles, I will lay with you, because I want a
child, but I don't want to cheat on my husband. I
would tell him, but I know he would never agree."
She also knew at that moment that there was more
than just the need for a child and heir, she was
and always had been attracted to her husband's
younger brother.
As Genevieve lay back upon the bed and watched her
soon to be lover striping out of his clothing she
knew without a doubt that this would be an
encounter that she would always vividly remember.
When the young prince had stripped completely naked
he stood proudly beside her and she watched as his
manhood came quickly to life.
Genevieve couldn't tear her eyes away from Charles'
arousal, it was magnificent. He was magnificent.
After years of being bedded by a man much older
than herself, and having been a virgin when first
she'd come to the King's bed she had never had
anyone to compare her husband to before.
Young Charles stood before her as if her were a
Greek God, hard and ready, so ready in fact that
Genevieve quite naturally held open the covers so
the young man could slip in beside her.
That simple invitation was all that was needed to
get Charles going. He snuggled up next to Genevieve
and let his hands roam over her body. The material
of her nightgown did nothing to mask what was
beneath.
And soon even that flimsy barrier was gone and the
young man and his queen were lovers in the biblical
sense.
As the two rutted away in magnificent passion
totally lost to the world around them, a dark
figure stood within the shadows and watched.
It was the King himself. He'd finally finished his
duties in the great hall and had come up to be with
his loving wife until the midnight celebrations.
He'd been looking forward to another bout in bed
with her.
As he stood in the shadows his mind churned in
turmoil. His first emotion was shock, which quickly
turned to anger. He was going to rush into the room
and kill his brother, bash his head in. How dare he
do this to the king!
But something deep down inside of him stayed his
hand. He realized that what he was seeing aroused
his lust. Watching his beautiful wife being taken
by another man was somehow. exciting to him.
He stood fascinated as his young brother humped
away at his wife. She in turn was moaning and
thrusting back at him, just like she did when his
swollen meat was thrusting in and out of her.
He could see his brother's body tense and he knew
what would come next. A loud groan escaped Charles'
lips as he filled Genevieve with his seed. He
shivered again and again as the delicious spasms
racked his body with each spurt of his passion.
The King watched as his unfaithful wife hugged her
young lover to her and desperately thrust herself
against him in a quickening motion. His eyes
widened when he heard his Queen groan in a hoarse
voice, "Oh god, oh god YES!"
And he continued to watch as his wife of eight
years, his beautiful queen, her body shiny with a
fine coating of perspiration shivered under her
lover with her own orgasm. All the while Charles
atop her was still thrusting in and out of her.
The deed was truly done he thought, what would he
do now? Why hadn't he stopped them when he could?
But he already knew the answer to that.
He loved his wife, and he did want a child and
heir. He was surprised how fast he'd figured it all
out in his head. His brother was going to the holy
lands to fight the heathen hordes. Many things
could happen to him there.
If his wife became pregnant from his brother's
seed, Charles would most certainly meet with some
tragedy. The Kingdom would have an heir, and his
wife would have a child.
Everything considered he fervently hoped that his
little brother had just made his lovely wife fat
with child.
'Yes,' he thought to himself, 'that would be the
best thing all around.'
He slipped away unnoticed by the lovers on the bed,
who where heading for a second round of pleasure
before the Winter Solstice festivities called them
away to their various duties.
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