Took me a little while, but I managed to upload another chapter. Might be a little bit shorter than the others though. Cheers people! WARNING: This chapter contains M-rated content.

CHAPTER SIX

Once they were outside the throne room Lola became aware of what they were about to do. She wasn't sure if she should feel excited, or scared. What she had read in this sex journal had indeed intrigued her and had sounded most interesting and arousing, however she wondered if Narcisse would take it slow the first time. Would he seek his pleasure only, or try to please her as well, just the way he had pleased the woman in the journal? She felt his hand on her hip and the warmth of his body, and somehow she felt aroused only by the thought of what he would do to her once they were alone in the bedroom. She couldn't wait for his lips on her skin and for his hands on her body, on the other side she was worried that she wouldn't like it. Excitement overwhelmed her and in an unexpected movement, she pressed her back against the wall in a dark corner and pulled Narcisse closer in a feverish kiss that was passionately returned.

She didn't know how long they kissed. His lips were at times bruising, at times gentle and soothing. She felt him bite her tongue softly, before reassuringly licking off the blood that came out of the small wound. Lola didn't feel any pain, on the contrary she found the biting and nibbling arousing. She placed her hands on his hips, pulling him closer.

"We should get to our rooms, Lola", he said with a grin. She looked into his eyes and felt slightly dizzy. No man had ever made her feel that way before. Lord Narcisse had something exotic and appealing about him. Lola loved the sensation of danger she felt whenever she was close to him. He was unpredictable and not knowing what she should expect of him made the game even more interesting for the young bride. "Come now" His hand grabbed hers with a surprising gentleness and dragged her to their bedroom. Had anybody asked her what she was doing, she wouldn't have been able to give an answer. Her mind was a blur of incoherent thoughts. His kisses had left her wanting for more.

Once they had reached the bedroom, she felt his lips on hers again, but this time he kissed her tenderly, taking his time and enjoying the moment. Lola closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck for support. She felt an odd sensation in her stomach, a sensation she couldn't quite grasp, nor fully understand. Lord Narcisse being tender seemed so surreal, so unexpected. It felt good. Her husband walked them slowly to the bed and made her sit down on his lap. The kisses stopped as he looked at her intently, as if pondering what would be his next move. She felt slightly uncomfortable, but she didn't want to lower her eyes. His fingers brushed strands of her hair out of her face and behind her ear before tracing the line of her collarbone. She shuddered at the touch.

"You are so beautiful, Lola", he whispered after a while. His lips brushed hers again, but this time they both kept their eyes open to gaze at each other. Lola thought that she could get used to these moments of closeness and complicity. She felt his fingers working the laces of her dress and there it was again, the feeling of uncertainty. Noticing that her husband struggled with her clothing (though he tried hard not show it), Lola helped him with shaking hands. Only seconds later, he was peeling off the expensive cloth from her skin and kissing every inch of bared flesh. Lola sighed softly, enjoying the attention. However, she tensed when Narcisse continued to unclad her.

"Hush, sweet one", he shushed her, "do you really want to do this?", he asked. Again, Lola wondered if she shouldn't wait a few more days, but she decided that if she didn't do it now, she would never do it at all.

"Yes", she whispered, "I'm ready"

Minutes later, she was naked and sitting on his lap. She clearly felt his arousal press against her inner thigh and she felt her cheeks redden. His lips kissed a path from her neck to her collarbone and lingered on her breasts. Lola couldn't repress a small moan when she felt his tongue lap at her nipples passionately. Her nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as he bit the rosy flesh lovingly.

"Lord Narcisse…", she moaned.

"No, sweet one… I have a name… use my name…" her husband requested as he softly lay her on the bed and started his journey downwards. Lola felt more and more nervous, for none of her past lovers had ever ventured that far south and she didn't know what to expect. She jumped when she felt his tongue pleasure her relentlessly and in surprise, she screamed his name. She could feel him grin and felt the urge to hit him, but she didn't have the strength nor the will to do so. He prepared her tenderly before positioning himself at her entrance and kissing her lips reassuringly.

"No, there's no going back Lola… you're ready?"

"Yes Stéphane… please…" She desperately needed to feel him inside of her and all sign of uncertainty was now gone. She clung to him desperately when she felt him enter her gently. He was definitely bigger than the other men that had bedded her in the past, but she decided not to tell him, for fear he would become more arrogant than he already was. He began to move slowly, hitting a special spot inside of her that made Lola moan his name in ecstasy. This reaction encouraged Narcisse, who began moving faster in and out of her, always making sure that she took as much pleasure in this love-making as he was. Her moans made him groan softly. He loved to hear those sounds come out of her mouth. She was different, he could already tell that. She had been different since the first minute he had laid eyes upon her.

"I'm… Stéphane I'll soon…" She wasn't able to describe the sensation with words and she was glad for her husband hushing her and softly worshipping her lips, kissing her tenderly as he continued to move in and out of her. Her moans were muffled by his kisses and she reached her climax only seconds before he did. Both were panting when the kiss ended.

Narcisse covered both their naked bodies with the warm blanket and didn't know whether he should pull her close or if her desire was to be left alone, just like his past wives. Unsure of what he should be doing next, Narcisse lay on his back with his arm supporting his head and waited for Lola to speak. His young wife, however, seemed to be at loss of words.

"Lola? Have I hurt you?", he asked worriedly. Lola looked at him for a few minutes, unable to speak.

"No… no, no you haven't it was… it was… it felt good. I am surprised at how much… at how much I enjoyed it" This brought a smile to Narcisse's lips. Gently, he put an arm around her shoulders, hoping she wouldn't push him away. But she didn't. On the contrary, she wrapped one arm around his waist and placed her head on his chest.

"Surprised? Did you expect me to be… bad?"

"Well after what I had read, I imagined you to be… uh I mean… I didn't really know"

"What have you read?" he asked with a wide grin on his lips. Lola tried to ignore the question.

"Ah… so the journal does exist… so tell me, which detail captivated you the most?"

"Not the point", she hissed slowly. His laugh warmed her heart, however she tried to look outraged at her husband's question. Luckily he didn't press the matter further. Lola let his even breathing and his hand caressing her hair lull her into a light sleep.

"He did WHAT?" Lola hushed her best friend hurriedly, hoping nobody had overheard even a glimpse of their conversation. Talking about their love making in public would certainly embarrass Lord Narcisse and Lola if anybody found out, but she trusted Kenna in not telling anyone of what she had just been told. Her wide eyes told Lola that the tale of the past night had left her speechless and surprised.

"How was it? I mean when he… down there…" It amused Lola to see her best friend blush. Kenna wasn't an easily embarrassed woman, but when it came to certain subjects, she couldn't help it. Lola wanted badly to make her blush even more, but she decided against it.

"It felt better than anything I have ever experienced before. It felt… so ecstatic… but Kenna don't tell me that you have never…" Lola saw Kenna blush once again.

"Actually… I never let Bash go that far… I have often heard from elderly women that letting a man down there… was something only prostitutes did…" Lola couldn't believe what she was being told.

"You consider me a prostitute?"

"Of course not… but Lola it's just…" Lola understood what the problem was and gently smiled at her best friend.

"Kenna… if you're scared of letting Bash do that kind of thing… just talk about it and… believe me I was uncertain, too… but it felt so good in the end that I now wonder why I even felt scared in the first place. It gives you so much pleasure…"

"And have you… done the same to him?" Now, it was Lola's turn to blush.

"I…"

"Lola, Kenna there you are" It was Greer who had just saved Lola from this embarrassing moment and she couldn't have felt more grateful for her intrusion. "I have been looking for you everywhere. Come, a very special guest has just arrived minutes earlier…"

"A special guest? Who?" Kenna inquired as she and Lola followed their friend down the hall into the courtyard.

"Princess Claude of Valois, sister to King Francis and daughter of Lady Catherine…" Greer lowered her voice as guards passed them, "there are many rumours concerning Princess Claude… I was told that she's had more lovers than we three reunited would ever have in a lifetime…"

"That sounds really ladylike", Lola said in an ironical tone.

"Indeed… there are even rumours that she and Bash…"

"Excuse me?" Kenna decried in outrage. "But that would make Bash her half-brother…"

"Mhm…" Lola noticed Kenna's jealousy, which made her smile a little.

"There are just rumours, Kenna. Many rumours you hear are rarely founded… you should ask Bash, he will tell you the truth… I know what I'm talking about" Lola recalled the conversation with her husband, where she had asked him about his pass wives. Although she couldn't be sure if what he was telling her was true, she decided to believe his words over those of bored servants who very often invented gossips just to keep themselves entertained. A man's eyes were the mirror to his soul.

"There she is" They had reached the courtyard and Lola gazed at Princess Claude for the first time. Francis, Catherine and Mary were already welcoming the very beautiful young Lady, who looked as if she had had too much whiskey (which she might have had, according to those rumours).

"I have been looking for you everywhere, dear wife…" Lola, who hadn't expected to hear her husband's voice, turned around abruptly and noticed at the same time how handsome he looked in his outfit.

"Lord… I mean" It still felt awkward to call him by his first name in public? It was something Lola wanted to keep for when they were alone "… I was with Kenna and we were…"

"You do not have to justify yourself", he said with a grin, "I was just wondering if you were fleeing me…"

"No… I wasn't."

In fact, Lola was glad for her husband's arm around her waist.