Francis rides gallantly into the foyer of the castle near the stables, alive and well after a long night away with that vicious plague looming over everyone's head. As soon as she sees her king arrive home to her at last, Mary lets out a breath of air she didn't know she was holding in. A weight lifts off of her shoulders and she knows now that she may keep her husband another day.
Despite that Francis has just become a father to Lola's baby, the only thought on his mind is his wife and his queen. He wants nothing more than to make her happy. He see's her standing on the ledge above the foyer, tears in her eyes and her hand over her heart. A grin stretches uncontrollably across his face at the sight of his love so relieved. Once he's sure that Lola and their baby will settle into the castle alright, free of harm, he leaves her with their trusted servants. Catherine is the first person to meet the baby, knowing very well that this is her first grandchild.
They meet in their chambers, Francis only speaking to whom he must and saying what he must before hurrying along to his wife.
"Oh Francis!" Tears stream down her cheeks and they embrace each other tightly. "I'm so glad you're alright." He strokes her hair and coos loving words in her ear. Suddenly she pulls back and smacks him harmlessly on the chest. "You will never do that to me again! Next time there is a quarantine set upon the castle you're staying in bed where I can watch over you for the duration of it." She wipes her cheeks and he smiles softly at her, pulling her close once more.
"You have my word," he murmurs softly. "I'll gladly not leave your bed for as long as you'd like," he adds, his voice an octave deeper, and Mary can hear it in his tone. Something's changed in his mood, in that way. "I've missed you, Mary..." he whispers, kissing the sensitive skin of her neck below her ear, his breath tickling her jaw. She shivers, knowing very well that Francis was taking advantage of her special area. That place on her neck, that was her spot.
She moans so very softly that Francis questions even hearing it. But once he realizes he had his cheeks blaze with heat and his eyes with desire. She sees them, and no words need to be said before they're ripping each others' clothes off.
Their 1600th century french garments weren't exactly easy to remove in such haste as there were many layers of protective clothing, but somehow they managed to find themselves stark naked in a matter of seconds.
Francis gently sets Mary on her back against the soft satin sheets- a gift from the last King of Spain. She sighs with content as his lips trail their way down her neck, between the valley of her breasts, and downward along her stomach. His tongue dips into her navel and she squeals with surprise. He does something he's never done before and licks up the wetness of her and ends on the sensitive bundle of nerves he had never taken advantage of until now. She whimpers and tugs on his hair.
He continues pleasuring her like this for what seems like hours which in reality was only minutes, but it was enough to bring her to the brink of euphoria. "Francis yes, don't stop!" she cries out. So he does just that, he stops and pulls away to wink at her.
Giddily chuckling at her he says, "Always expect the unexpected, Miss Mary. I'm not ready for your release yet. I've not had enough of you." She sighs and tangles her fingers in his hair once more, pulling him back up so that he is eye-level with her.
"Make love to me already," she says breathlessly as she catches his lips for a passionate kiss. He eagerly obeys and devours her mercilessly, nudging her legs apart with his knees. It'd been nearly a month since they'd last been together in this way- entirely too long for the both of them. He teases her by brushing the tip of his engorged manhood against her heated and throbbing arousal. She whimpers and yanks on his hair tightly, leaning her head back against the pillows and biting her lip.
Slowly, he lets himself become one with her, sliding himself into her wet and ready body. Her name falls from his lips in an exasperated whisper and he almost can't believe anybody could feel this could, let alone somebody who is his.
"You alright?" Mary wonders out loud, voice strained from the exquisite intrusion her body readily faces.
"You're just tight," he grins, kissing her softly and gently before pulling out all the way, letting himself sink back in with ease. They both sigh in simultaneous pleasure. "You feel so amazing," Francis moans as he buries his face into her neck, beginning to find a steady pace in his thrusting.
Mary wraps her legs around him and kisses his neck, his shoulders, his lips. He wraps his arms tightly around her and repeats his every motion. They make love like this until she can no longer stand his gentleness. She pushes him off of her and he sits back onto his knees questioningly.
"Why did you stop?" He looks at her as if she had just killed a puppy. She doesn't answer and enjoys the newfound feeling of having the control.
"Lie down," she instructs, sitting up and straddling him as he listens to her command without hesitation.
She leans down to kiss him fiercely, grinding her wetness down onto his pulsing erection. He moans desperately, grabbing her and pulling her to him with such force that Mary can't deny the woman inside her what she truly wants. Francis watches as he disappears into her inch by inch, and soon they're making love to the fullest extent. Bodies intertwined and moving together in a magnificent dance of fire and rain.
Mary cranes her neck and arches her back, giving Francis a wonderful view of her body and perked up nipples. He can't keep his hands off of her, he reaches up and cups one of her breasts in his hand, running his thumb over her nipple and causing her to whimper gently. Her nails dig into his chest from the sensation and Francis begins to tweak the other one as well.
"Francis," she moans breathlessly, riding him with abandon, "you're so big..." She knows that saying these words would make him feel like a true king, and she's happy that it doesn't have to be a lie. Upon hearing her say such things he can't help but squeeze his eyes shut and groan her name, bending his knees to gain an ounce of control. Pride surges through him as he pleasures his wife, gladly able to give her what she wants and overwhelmingly relieved that he has not to worry about his size or performance.
He thrusts harshly into her, causing her to lurch forward slightly against his chest as he grabs her thighs in an inescapable grip, keeping her where he wants her. He pounds into her relentlessly, and he's certain her cries now fill the castle. Every mouse, servant, and visiting nobleman could probably hear her screams of ecstasy. Never before had she been this vocal, but then again never before had he penetrated her so deeply and so roughly.
"Francis!" She screams as he loses himself in her, refusing to end his assault on her womanhood. He intended to leave her bruised, out of breathe, and satiated all the while covered in his love bites. Not exactly a suitable look for the queen of France, but when you're a king you can do whatever you want.
Unable to take the desperation of his movements any longer, she pushes on his chest and sits back, now taking him to the hilt. He sighs in exhaustion, unable to comprehend how this beautiful woman could take so much of him. He wasn't complaining though. She watches his reaction as she rides him.
"Why are you so incredible?" He leans up to kiss her, trying to push harder into her. She shoves him roughly back against the pillows.
"It seems I cannot possess your body and soul without losing parts of myself to you," she kisses him gently and it sparks something between them. Such fierceness in their love making and yet such a calming kiss, such a reassuring promise. "I'm incredible because I am what you make me, I reflect what is my king and my husband." She moans and digs her nails into her chest once more.
"Oh, Mary, I love you so, so much," he groans, sweat lining his brow. He admires her glistening body and lets his hands roam every inch of her. He finds himself nearing that sweet release he has missed so dearly.
Mary recognizes the look on his face, the labor of his breath. His moans become more frequent and louder. Yes, he's very close now. That iron coil inside him cracks as it's pulled tighter and his breathing becomes sporadic. His chest heaves as he whimpers desperately, "I'm about to-!" But Mary doesn't let him finish before she removes herself from his lap.
He gasps, for a moment shocked at the loss of pleasure. Blinking, he looks over at her as she lies next to him, grinning from ear to ear. "Always expected the unexpected, Sir Francis," she teases as she revels in the sweetness of her revenge.
"Oh, you want to play that game?" He growls as he leapt on top of her, encasing himself in her wetness before she can realize he's even moved. He slams into her hard, groaning long and drawn out strings of profanity. She's crying out his name in a way she didn't know possible, and the way his hips smack against her's so forcefully she's sure she'll bruise by morning.
They're both close now, bodies dancing together in some erotic waltz that goes far beyond their time, but is captured beautifully by their love.
Francis is the first to fall apart, spilling himself inside of her with an exasperated and guttural moan. He says her name as if it's a spell that could end world hunger. Muscles contract and for a moment Francis is no longer in the real world, but wrapped up tightly in Mary and he doesn't care if it's all he ever knows from now on. This was his heaven.
When he finally comes down from his climax he doesn't hesitate to return to his position between her legs, massaging the sensitive nub with his tongue. He works magic and she is his slave, as he is hers. She doesn't take long this time, and soon she's burning with the heat of her orgasm, wave after wave of ecstasy flowing over her body like warm honey.
They collapse side by side, panting with the effort of what they'd just done. The only part of them touching was the tips of their fingers, reminding each other that they're still in the real world, but at least they were in it together.