Author's Note: I do not have degree in journalism and I am dyslexic, so yes, you will find mistakes in my writing, but I hope you still enjoy the read.
Plot Note: My short story is a mix of Showtime's the Borgias and the real life Borgias. It takes place shortly after Gioffre's wedding to Sancia on the pretense that Sancia was a virginal bride. In real life, rumor has it that Sancia betrayed her husband with Juan and Cesare. There are also rumors that Cesare might have murdered Juan in a jealous rage over Sancia. Even after Cesare murdered Sanica's brother and caused her imprisonment, she still remained close to Cesare and agreed to his wishes by raising Lucretiza's illegitimate son; the Roman Infant.
Story Note: Lots and lots of graphic sex :) And Vulgarity.
Sancia rolled her eyes trying hard to ignore her boyish husband as he tapped his fork to the beat of the dancers. This was a serious performance and like always, he made play of everything. Sighing out loud not carrying who heard her irritation, she thought to herself; it was to be expected,he was a child and children played. They thought light of everything including marriage and her newly wed husband was no exception.
Across the long regal embellished table of extravagant food and expensive wine reclined Cesare and Juan, her husband's older brothers. Both of the young men were engrossed in the dramatic performance paying no mind to their new sister-n-law. Sancia's eyes rolled over Cesare's lean body drinking the sight of his masculinity. How easily she could imagine lying beneath his dominating wrath while running her fingers through his thick chestnut-colored lengthy locks. The thought of his firm ass cheeks pumping milky fluid into her core made her squeeze her legs together, the mental image conjuring real physical torment. Gods, he was breathtakingly gorgeous with fathomless dark eyes that seem to pry into one's darkest thoughts when he gazed upon them. It was rumored all through Rome that Cardinal Cesare Borgia had been blessed with the Devil's Insight and could read one's thoughts. Sancia giggled just thinking of what his reflection would be if he was to read her thoughts now. In fact, she wished that he would look her way so that he could see her hidden desires and maybe, he would give her just what she needed and that was a real fucking, not like the ones she received from her kid husband, who ever now and then, as if obeying a chore, would roll over on top of her and stick his tiny shaft in and render a few pathetic humps until he fell limp. No, what she needed was a real man; a man like Cesare, or his equally handsome brother, Juan. She thought, her eyes now glued to Juan as he sipped from a golden chalice filled with French imported wine. Now Juan was a man not to be angered. He was known for his quick temper and violent outbursts. She had heard that he had killed a groom boy once just for stepping in his path while having a bad day. While Juan possessed a raw temperament, the same could be said about his sexual appetite.
Juan licked his lips with the aroma of wine still upon them. Sancia glared greedily at Juan's tongue as it stroked his bottom lip, wondering what it would feel like for that moist tongue to plunder her feminine folds. He would not be idle or gentle; he wasn't that kind of man. He would ravish her petite body until the point of climax and then impale his steel in her as if she were a mere tavern wench. She had heard too many whispers among the serving maids and knew exactly the kind of sensual brutality he liked to inflict upon his sexual victims, but she did not mind. The thought of being pinned down and tortured sexually by Juan excited her to the point of wetness.
Crossing her legs, hoping to soak up the bit of dew that had seeped from her always horny cunt, she glanced back at her husband who was now beginning to yawn. The style of music had changed into a slow soothing beat. Lucretzia, from across the table at Cesare's side, where she all too often was, smiled at Sancia to bid her goodnight. It was well past midnight and many of the other ladies had already retired, but not Sancia. She knew what occurred after the women and holy men dispersed; aged wine, naughty dancers, and illicit trysts in dark corners.
"You look tired dear, perhaps you should retire." Sancia beamed prettily at her husband who was obviously forcing his eyes to remain open.
Gioffre glimmered as if thankful for her suggestion, but said "Are you sure? You won't be mad?"
Damn, she hated it when he made her feel like his mother! In truth, Sancia was not that much older than her husband in years but based on a maturity level, she exceeded the thirteen year old Gioffre by at least ten years. She had been forced by her father, the King of Naples, to wed the Borgian whelp for the good of the kingdom. Being the bastard daughter of a moody king, she knew better than to rebel, instead she bowed her head and married the Pope's youngest son.
Still faking affection, Sancia replied in the sweetest voice she could muster, "Of course not, My Love, I could never be angry with you." Evolving into a sterner tone, she continued "Now off to bed with you."
Giofffe gladly leaped to his feet and dashed off without even a kiss on her cheek. Sancia shouted over her shoulder "And do not wait up!" At that Juan glanced in her direction suspiciously. Boldly holding his gaze, Sancia smiled thinking, Yes dear brother-n-law, we are two of a kind.
Sancia's eyes were glossy but her demeanor seemed a bit too frisky. It was obvious that the young woman had overindulged in this evening's wine supply, Juan thought to himself. Juan returned her bewitching smile while focusing on her overly full lips. More than once he had pondered what it would like to kiss them and from the looks of her drunkenness, tonight might just be the night.
"Stop eyeing your sister-n-law, brother" Cesare grumbled as a scantly dressed dancer bounced by making sure that her short costume floated up just enough to reveal her naked buttocks.
"I can't help it, just look at her. Look at her voluptuous curves and those big lips just begging for a dick to suck dry." Juan said to Cesare, ignoring the flirtatious dancer. From the gap between the dancer's legs, she probably had been over-sex leaving her pussy muscles too loose to pleasure Juan.
"And she has one to suck, our little brother's, you know, her husband!" Cesare growled, trying to sound sincere all the while fighting a sudden ache in his groin. Sancia was too naturally provocative for her on good. Tonight, she wore an alluring shade of scarlet, the seductive gown low-cut, almost revealing the tips of her perky breasts, and exceptionally snug. She donned her onyx locks free, cascading to her slender waist and shapely hips. Her flawless face was free from powder and other beauty enhancers as she had no need of it; she was a rare and exquisite natural beauty with long sooty lashes, blood-red velvety full lips, petite nose, and slender cheeks.
Breaking the spell, a serving wench separated Sancia's attention as she refilled her chalice. Sancia could feel Cesare and Juan's eyes upon her. Finally, she had captured their attention and she was not about to let it go. She had never had any man in her bed, and she had meant that as she did not consider thirteen year old husband a man. For once in her life, she wanted a real man between her legs and her husband's brother were just the men for the job. At night she had heard the lusty sobs and pounding of sweaty flesh as she hid outside their bed chambers and listened to the whores they lured home. Many a nights she had fingered her cunt raw as she spied, imaging that she was one of those wenches. She knew she was missing something, something that her impotent husband could not grant her, but his brothers could.
But which one? Which one would sink so deep into debauchery to sample his own brother's wife? Cesare was a less likely candidate, not that he was too holy but because he was a gentleman and respected his family. Cesare loved his little brother; there was no doubt about that. He had more tolerance for Gioffre's and Lucretzia's endless immaturity than one could imagine. While Cesare was reverend that did not mean that he did not indulge sexually. He enjoyed his share of women, but his trysts were more inconspicuous than Juan's. Cesare liked noble women and virginal maidens as to Juan's salacious taste in street whores and tavern wenches. Juan's appetite did not cease to smutty women as there were occasional scandals of rape ever now and then, something she had never heard about Cesare. It seemed Juan had a slight perverse affliction, but the rumors of rape did not bother Sancia as the maidens were peasants and peasants were put on earth to serve the needs of their wealthy masters….and besides, she could not imagine any woman in their right mind saying no to the stunning eldest Borgian.
So back to the question of which brother to select, then a sly obscene thought rose from the depths of her venereal-entangled mind; why not both? Yes, both of them at one time. More than once she had heard them share a house maid or a kitchen girl who had been lucky enough to catch their attention at the same time. The two always in competition would settle their arguments by sharing her, so that neither won nor lost. It was a way of keeping the peace.
The thought of both brothers thrusting into her petite body at once rendered a bit of fear mingled with forbidden desire. The other women lived through their joint wrath, so could she. She just needed to be drunk enough to handle them both.
Knowing they both eyed her, she twirled her tongue slowly and sensually around the rim of the chalice before downing the entire contents in one gulp. Smashing the empty container to the table, she drew her knees into the chair and thrashed her head back causing her long midnight locks to bounce, then she wrapped her arms around her knees, glared sultry in the brothers' direction, and sucked in her bottom lip knowing the inviting gesture would stiffen the two half drunken men.
"Would you look at that, our sweet sister-n-law needs a good spanking." Juan whispered to Cesare while glowing at vivacious Sancia.
Cesare did not glow nor did he smile, he appeared serious, almost too serious. "She is teasing us. She doesn't realize what happens to little girls when they taunt men like us."
By this time, the Pope and his mistress Giulia had retired, eager to be free of prying eyes. The entertainers had ceased dancing and were now engaged feeding wine to the wealthiest of nobles. Some of the maids had turned in their aprons and were now on their knees behind closed curtains.
A dancer sashayed up beside Juan who waved her off, he was too intrigued with sister-n-law to bother with a woman that he could have any other time of the day. "No Cesare, I think she does realize it and wants it. Let us indulge her wishes, together."
Juan's lewd suggestion tormented Cesare's innards. Sanica was indeed oozing with sex, but she was also his little brother's wife. Cesare, trying hard to think straight from the intoxication of too many bottles wine, tried to sound reasonable. "She is a child. She can't handle the pair of us. We would only end up hurting her."
Juan smiled with a glint of vulgarity, "Then let us play wiht her for a bit and then enjoy one of the dancers after the game."
Cesare nodded his approval before downing another goblet of aged wine. He needed to be drunk so that his conscience would not plague him with guilt.
Juan called out in voice flowing of sleaze, "Come here, sweet sister, and join us for a private performance."
Sancia leaped to her feet like an excited child. "I thought you would never ask!"
Juan took Sancia by the arm and escorted her down the hallway. Cesare motioned to a petite serving maid with voluptuous breasts and whispered in her ear. She nodded her head with enthusiasm and raced toward the bar as Cesare left in the direction of Juan and Sancia.