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Chapter 6: Chasing Blazed Caresses, Part I

After their humble ceremony, the newlyweds embraced Lucille separately but thanked her side by side. "Please take our unending gratitude to you, Lucille. Without you, we will never be where we are now." Catherine was indebted to her.

Lucille was crying tears of joy. "Your Majesty, it is my greatest pleasure to be of service to you. I pray for your happiness and prosperous married life," She nodded to the queen and her husband.

It was time for them to go home. Narcisse carried Damien as the two ladies went ahead. The father-son stride was stopped when the ladies halted by the door.

"What's the matter, Catherine? Why did you stop suddenly?" Lucille quelled a giggle when the Queen whispered why they stopped.

Catherine turned to face him. "I want to present my wedding gift to you, my dear husband. You go ahead. Give me Damien." She took the child as he suspiciously looked at her. Once outside, Stéphane was shocked.

He could not believe his eyes. "Arion?" He went near to the magnificent white horse and the animal responded familiarly to his petting. "My goodness, it's you! You're alive!" He exclaimed.

The two ladies were all smiles and his son adorably cheered for him as they approached the Lord Chancellor. "So that night… what did I eat?" His attention was all on the horse and bewilderment.

"A gamey rare beef. I didn't mean to traumatize you with my trick. But I needed to get my point across and I…" Stéphane grabbed his wife into a kiss and finished her sentence. "Accept your apology, my divine wicked wife. I will do my best not to provoke you to do that again." He then kissed her forehead

Catherine smirked. "Thank you for understanding that my every action is justified." Narcisse smiled back. "And I came to love that about you." As the newlywed's lips came less an inch for one more kiss, Damien bobbled in delight to Arion.

They smiled together at their son, hand in hand. "Your Majesty, my Lord, I believe we should start riding back to the chateau. If you don't mind, I'll be riding this brown stallion while the three of you will be with Arion."

"Are you sure you could ride?" Narcisse looked like a concerned father. The nun nodded and started mounting the horse. Once settled, they all started to head back to the chateau.

Damien rested his tiny body on his mother while Catherine did the same on her husband. Stéphane adored his family in his arms. Their journey was peaceful under the beautiful night sky.

"I don't know what I did to deserve this moment but I'm just so grateful. You have no idea how elated I am to be loved by you. This tiny family we have created in a short amount of time is the miracle I never thought would ever come to me." Stéphane declared by his wife's shoulder.

Catherine managed to kiss his temple. "I guess even monsters like us can make our heaven on earth. We deserve this, mon mari." She held her son tighter and further sank in her husband's embrace.

"Oh, I do love the sound of that, ma femme." He kissed her cheek as the chateau came into a view. They halted their horses at a safe distance from the gate. Narcisse dismounted first then assisted his family down the horse. "I'll go help, Lucille." Catherine acknowledged.

He then approached Lucille and discreetly reminded her. "Lucille, thank you again for all you have done for us, and especially for the gift that I ask of you to make. I want my wife to have that piece of art. Send a message if you're done so a rider will fetch it from you."

"Yes, my Lord. Thank you for commissioning me." She nodded to him respectfully as they moved towards the Queen and her son.

"My sweet Damien seems tired already. Do you want Papa to carry you?" Catherine lowered herself so she'll be eye to eye with her son. The child eagerly agreed and reached out to Narcisse.

The Lord Chancellor carried his son as he asked, "Now that the ceremony is done and the curse countered, what are we to expect?"

Lucille swallowed hard as Catherine was all ears. "I'm glad you asked, My Lord. Hmm... you have not entirely countered the curse yet. Both of you only did the first part." Her voice came out small as her nerves took over for the topic.

"I'm sorry, what?" Catherine's voice was on the verge of confusion and concern. "As I told you, the cure for the curse is not just a wedding but a marriage. A wedding is just the first part and the next is hmm…"

Lucille was hesitant to talk about it given the nature of being a nun. The couple looked at each other in concern. "Speak up, child. What is holding you back?" Narcisse sounded off carefully. Catherine held her hand.

"Lucille, you need to tell us so we could understand. Did you have a new vision?" The queen tried to be encouraging.

"Yes, your Grace. It came when you were at the altar, just before Damien ran to you. But I would like to apologize if I'm not comfortable speaking about it because I'm not used to witnessing such...intimacies." Narcisse quirked his head sideways with a questioning look.

Catherine, in understanding, gave an uncomfortable gaze. "Oh, poor child. Did you see us consummate our marriage?" Lucille turned red and lowered her head. Most quietly, she replied, "Yes, your Grace. A consummation covered by the veil. But do know, it was blurred. Thank God," and did a sign of the cross.

"Blurred? You mean, we have to decide on something?" Narcisse was perplexed. "I believe so, my Lord. But I have no idea what it is about." Lucille handed the veil to Catherine then fixed her eyes on the floor.

Catherine cleared her throat. She held her husband's hands. "I think I do know. I'll explain it on our way home. Anyways, Damien might get cold. My baby needs to rest," and kissed her son who was sleepily resting his head on his Papa's broad shoulder.

The child's gentle smile made her heart skip a beat. "Oh, my sweet Damien. Maman and Papa will come back for you when the time is right. We will raise you at court together with Jean-Philippe. But for now, you will have to behave under Lucille's care. Alright?" She caressed the locks he inherited from his gorgeous father.

Stéphane smiled and hugged his son tighter. The child yawned in response. He eyed the nun to finally take his son. "Please, take good care of him. When everything is already settled, we will come for him." Narcisse told Lucille.

"And you too, Lucille. Only if you choose to be of service to the crown as the court seer. I can talk to Mother Clementine for that." Lucille was surprised by the Queen's offer and smiled incredulously. "I will think about it, your Grace. Thank you so much for the generous offer." The Queen embraced Lucille holding Damien. "Please, take care and update us always," and kissed her son one last time. "I love you, mon ange."

"Take care, your Grace, my Lord. Congratulations on your future together." Lucille bowed and moved towards the chateau. Damien waved bye as he sucked his thumb and rested his head on the nun.

"I hope we have achieved some kind of peace more than what we bargained for with this leap of faith." Catherine sounded hopeful for once. Stéphane embraced her form from the back and rested his head to hers. "We are now one, mon amour. What happens in the future lies together in our hands." He kissed her head tenderly.

The newlyweds lingered in that direction until Lucille was not seen in their vision. Stéphane turned Catherine to face him. He caressed her face before kissing her with all of his love. She kissed back with all the overwhelming emotions running through her veins. They paused just to catch their breath.

"I remember teaching Mary that happiness is one thing queens can never have. But here I am, in your arms, incredibly happy to be married to you," They smiled inches from each other's lips.

"Because you are not just a queen. You are a goddess, a mother, a warrior, and my wife. You deserve all the love in the world and more. Let me show you how deserving you are, Catherine. Let's go home?" His tone and look from his eyes were a mix of tutelage and sexual prowess. Catherine smirked back at his intentions and straightened up to walk to their horses. The journey ahead was promising, both going back to the castle and their marriage.

The night was so beautiful that they took their time to appreciate it. The two rode in finesse and were so consumed that it took them a while to realize they were near the castle. They had to be discreet in going back to the stables so they could move back to the castle without anyone noticing.

Stéphane led the way and in good timing, both left the horses by the stables without anyone bothering them. He took her hand and both started running towards the South Keep. It was relatively dark and they got away from the prying eyes of the guards.

Once inside, they were both panting while trying not to laugh at their childish demeanor. They used the secret passageways to get to Catherine's chambers.

Hand in hand, they navigated through and finally arrived at their destination. Catherine let out a hearty laugh once she got to sit on her chaise. Stéphane joined her quickly.

"I think we should rethink our careers and be professional thieves." The queen laughed out to her statement while simultaneously panting. "Yes, I think we should because I'm such an expert in stealing kisses," He practiced what he preached and showered his wife with some pecks and tickles.

"Stéphane!" She squirmed and giggled within his arms. She laid on her back as he towered her. Their faces were flushed and their eyes gleamed. Still breathing heavily, Stéphane needed to ask before he goes any further.

"My divine wife, what were you to explain to me regarding Lucille's blurred vision? What are we going to decide?" Catherine gestured that she would stand up. When she did, she grabbed their veil and straddled on his lap, facing him.

"I believe we need to decide what kind of consummation we are to do." She laid the veil over them and she wrapped her arms on his neck and became comfortable in her seat. His eyes went wide. "You mean what kind of sex we are to perform at our wedding night?"

"Yes, exactly that. Poor Lucille must not have grasped what that meant but it's a good thing I'm really smart." Catherine tittered at her insight. Stéphane admired her wits and pulled her closer by the waist. "Yes, the smartest queen I've ever served. Well, if that's the case, let's do something we haven't done before."

He held her face and looked at her amorously. "Our sex has always been pure lust, a power struggle, and a temporary escape. Mainly because we still have not expressed how we truly feel for each other."

He paused just to admire the vision in front of him. His wife, his queen, his life. "But now, we are married and we love each other very much. Let's act on that, mon amour. Let's make love tonight, Catherine. Finally, as husband and wife."

Stéphane exuded the love he declared and Catherine wanted him to know every bit of her heart. "I love you so much, Stéphane. Let's make love within this veil that unified us. Make love to me, 'cause you love me. Nothing more, nothing less,"

And with that, their lips collided most passionately. Their tongues slipped in but never fought for dominance unlike before. Both were considerate. His hands worked on her dress and loosened all laces. Her hands unfastened his doublet and peeled all outer layers of his garment. Not slowly but taking their time.

He held her by the waist and lifted her. She clung to him as he started to take them to the bed without breaking their kiss. The veil still hovered over them. He laid her ever so gently and kissed every inch of her skin as he removed her gown.

"Oh, Stéphane," was all she moaned as those lips landed on her curves. Now that she was fully naked, he swallowed hard and took all her beauty in. "You have no idea how much I love you," escaped his mouth

She delicately stood up in response and helped him undress. She kissed him feverishly, wanting but not pushing. Her kisses guided her lower to his body, each one hotter than the next.

"Oh, Catherine," was all he could say as his queen slithered down his toned form. When it was time for the last garment to come off, she just looked at his eyes and never broke contact. His member was finally free and she leered at it.

He urged her to move to the center of the bed. She sensually crept backward while he seductively crawled with her. Catherine's glorious legs parted as Stéphane comfortably placed himself at her center without entering her. They kissed and regained their sweet rhythm.

Stéphane wanted to show Catherine how devoted he is to her whole divine entity. He started to move down on her body from her neck to her navel in showered wet puckers. She marvelously moaned with his every action.

Just like how he took care of her the night she almost died, his mouth delicately landed on her inviting wet center. He adoringly licked her and tenderly took his time to savor her.

Her hand captured his brunette hair and gently urged him to never halt his actions. Stéphane stole glances of his wife while he ate her. Her focused facade and closed eyes encouraged him to put more pressure on her with his tongue without being rough.

His hands worshipped her legs as his tongue flicked and alternatingly sucked her bud. He didn't need to insert any fingers as she was starting to twitch already to his mouth alone.

Catherine was on the edge of glory without Stéphane hungrily eating her. It was all unwavering. How in the world did you do that? Every bit of her fiber felt something she has not experienced before. Her eyes shot open as he added more pressure on her center but still maintaining that pace.

"Stéphane, I have no idea what you're doing but I'm…" Her legs shook tremendously. She panted as her body jolted to him. "So near… oh my god, mon amour!" In no time, she reached her climax and her sultry moan filled the room. He sucked her as she pulsated vigorously.

He moved to her mouth and kissed her earnestly. "I love you so much, Stéphane." She was breathless to every word. He didn't reply but his action was louder than his words. His tip was teasing her center as they kissed passionately.

"And I love you so much, Catherine," His words filled her mind as he filled her up completely in one loving movement. Stéphane entered her satisfyingly that Catherine felt she was already at the brink with a very telling moan.

He patiently waited for his wife to adjust as he caressed her face. Her walls started to relax around his erection. "Love me, Stéphane. Show me how much you love me." Catherine reached for his face and continued what they started.

His steady thrust was accompanied by his promise of love to his wife, in between his steadfast kisses. "I will make love to you endlessly… Tonight and for the rest of our nights… I will love and cherish you for the rest of our days… I am yours, Catherine… Only yours…"

Their heartbeats were the most beautiful song they could sing. Their rhythm was the best dance they could do. Their consummation was the best picture they could paint.

The veil enveloped the whole act and they felt like in their world where no one could take away their heaven.

Their pace never changed but their position did. Stéphane took Catherine with him as he sat up. She gently pushed him back to the mattress as she was now on top of him. She closed herself to him and reciprocated his every promise.

"I love you with all my heart… I will never get tired of showing that to you... Tonight and for the rest of our nights… I will care and adore you for the rest of our days… I am yours, Stéphane… Only yours…" With that, Stéphane turned her back to the mattress and went deeper into her as a gratitude to her promise.

He applied more pressure between their sex and made their resolute blazed thrusts almost unbearable for their minds and body to comprehend.

It was not just sex. It was two souls colliding into one. They were not in a haste to satisfy one another. They took their precious time to love one another. It was a euphoria they have not experienced before. And it didn't take long for their bodies to finally give in to the impending shared climax.

"Stéphane, I…" Catherine couldn't even finish her sentence as she threw her head in absolute pleasure. "I know, Catherine. I am with you, mon amour. Let's reach heaven together." Stéphane kissed her wife once more and thrust into her until all they could say was "Yes… Yes… YES!"

They both exclaimed in their climax. Still covered by the veil, the sweat and smell of their lovemaking were welcomed in the room. Instead of lying down, they both sat up to remove the veil together.

"I guess I will have to do laundry on my own." Catherine sniggered and folded the veil aside. Stéphane laughed at the thought of her wife doing the laundry. "You? The Queen Mother of France, doing the laundry?"

"I'm pretty domesticated, husband. Don't underestimate me." She was being so adorable that he can't help but steal another kiss that brought them down to the bed. "I'll never underestimate you, wife. It's just that you always blow my mind. If you would need help, your husband is here to be of service with that veil."

She smiled and snuggled up to him as he pulled the covers to their naked bodies. "I have no idea what kind of lovemaking we just did but I believe my body just experienced an unworldly phenomenon. I felt like a virgin once again." Catherine whispered a light chuckle as she traced dainty hearts on Stéphane's naked chest.

"I know. I felt the same way. I never thought we could ever experience such a credulous moment. I'm so glad to share that with you, mon amour." Stéphane canoodled his wife.

Both lovingly looked at each other and still can't believe they were bound for life. A few more declarations and promises were made before the newlyweds have fallen asleep, in the warmth of their embrace and the strength of their future ahead.

The sun was already shining brightly through the Queen Mother's chambers. Narcisse had awakened first as the glimmer of sunlight brushed his wife's porcelain skin. He still felt in a dream-like state coming from last night's activity.

Am I married to you now, my beautiful goddess? I don't know what I did to deserve you but I will do my best to keep you forever. He relished the peace that enveloped their very existence on her bed as he lightly stroked Catherine's precious hair.

She squirmed in his movement and her subconsciousness embraced him tighter. He chuckled at his sleeping wife. But it is already late in the morning and they can't be seen together in that state. He gently woke her up so he could go to his chambers.

"Catherine? Mon amour, it's already late in the morning. We need to wake up." Catherine grumbled her complaint and never let him go. Narcisse let out a happy sigh before he rolled her to her back on the mattress and peppered her with kisses and tickles.

She yelped at the sudden movement. "Narcisse! What on earth are you doing!? Stop it!" She was awake now and couldn't stop laughing with his every touch. They were under the sheets and their laughter masked the abrupt opening of the door.

"Good morning, Mother!" Claude burst in with a tray of food. But halted all servants that followed her once she saw what was happening on her mother's bed. She gestured with her hand for them to leave the food on the table and leave the room immediately.

Catherine and Narcisse shared a shocked face from under the sheets and did not move an inch until they heard the door closed. "They're all gone. You can move now. And good morning to you too, Father-in-law." The princess giggled at her statement.

Catherine managed an eye roll as Narcisse snickered before uncovering themselves. He acknowledged his daughter-in-law's presence with a wide smile while his wife looked furious under him.

"My goodness, Claude. Don't you know how to knock!? And why are you here?" Catherine pulled the covers to hide her nakedness as Narcisse rolled to his side and did the same thing. The couple straightened up by the headboard.

"No. No one taught me, Mother. As for my visit, you missed breakfast so I thought you might not be well. Coming from our conversation yesterday, I had a hunch that Narcisse might have done something to you. And seeing you now… Obviously, he has done something."

Catherine knowingly smirked at her husband as Narcisse wickedly smiled at his wife. Claude uncomfortably cleared her throat to get their attention back. "Anyways, Charles wants to talk to us in the throne room after luncheon. So you two better start preparing." Before Catherine could inquire why the king wants their presence, Claude already headed for the door.

Hesitant to go out, she stayed by the door and gave them a piece of her mind. "You two should be careful." Catherine just scoffed at the young monarch's warning.

"Be careful of what? Of the gossip? Everybody knows we are lovers. And any person who spread those words will die in one's stupidity." The Queen Mother answered practically.

Claude moved closer to the bed. "Yes, and I know you could care less for all the gossip. But I'm not referring to them. I'm talking about both of you." She prepared for the onslaught she was ready to give to them.

"Be careful with your hearts and minds. Mixing work and pleasure is a dangerous game. You both know this. You've already done it and you've failed miserably. Yet here you are, the two of you together despite your past." Claude held her head high just like how her mother handled any problem.

It was Narcisse's turn to speak. "I assure you, whatever happened in the past will never happen again." Catherine looked at her husband lovingly as Claude squinted in doubt at Narcisse.

"Because you made my mother believe that you love her?" He was surprised to know that Claude recognized his feelings. I guess you confided with your daughter. He knowingly glanced at his wife.

"Claude." Catherine shooted dart looks at her daughter. Narcisse held his wife's hand under the sheets and was about to speak.

Claude ignored her mother and held up her hand to block Narcisse's attempt at a rebuttal. "I don't know what you said or did to make my mother fall for your plan but I got my eyes on you. Dare hurt my mother and I'll make you remember that a Medici blood runs within my veins."

To the monarchs' surprise, Narcisse let out an endearing smile and held Catherine's hand tighter. "Princess, I'm glad to hear that. Your mother is one of the most precious jewels this kingdom possesses. We must protect her at all costs. Especially, if I go astray"

The ladies didn't know how to react to his statement. "With that in mind, I mean everything you said. Yes, I do love her. I've always had. It was more evident when I was captured in England. I lost myself. I was afraid that I might have lost everything I hold dear. And please, Princess. Don't you dare bring up Lola or the regency. I'm not denying those mistakes but you and your siblings have no idea what hell your mother and I went through just to get to this point."

He looked at their intertwined hands in reverence. "I love your mother not because she is the definition of power." He then looked at Catherine squared to the eyes while he addressed Claude.

"But because she saved me and found my lost self. She made me a better man. I hope to prove that to everyone. Unfortunately, we could never marry in the eyes of this court. If only we could, it would be the best miracle in my life. But for now, I will settle for what we have."

Now, the Lord Chancellor looked at the Princess with sincerity oozing from his gaze. "As a sign of my devotion, I will never take any bride or other women from this day forward. I am committed to your mother and family until my last breath. If in any way I break that promise... By all means, Princess, kill me."

Catherine and Claude exchanged looks. But the Princess managed to speak. "That's good to hear…" She lowered her head and expressed carefully. "Honestly, I want to trust you 'cause I've never seen my mother this happy or beloved by any man, and that includes my father. But I am more apprehensive than anything else. So please, don't break your promise. I'm not inclined to committing murder. But then again, I won't hesitate if you do something stupid." The couple gently smiled at her.

"Claude, I appreciate your care for me. But we are all adults here. You know that there's nothing I can't manage. And if he fails me again, I promise you, I will help you kill him."

Light giggles ensued from her daughter and husband. Catherine continued. "And you're right. I found what is truly in his heart. It entails a very thrilling story and I'll fill you in once I get a proper chance." Claude saw a radiance she never thought she'll ever witness from her mother.

"Now, he makes me happy and feels loved unlike any other. I hope you'll give him a chance. At least try, for my sake." Then she shifted her gaze to Stéphane who was enchanted by her.

Claude finally gave in. "Alright, fine. Whatever solace you found in each other, I hope it will last. I do think you both deserve a little break from the chaotic court life. But remember to get back to it."

She turned her back and moved towards the door. "Throne room by early afternoon. Don't be late." The door closed behind the Princess as the couple slumped back to bed.

"Well, that was a very sweet declaration. But I wished you didn't almost spill our secret wedding to my daughter." Catherine prompted on her elbow and faced him. "That's why I masked it into wishful thinking. I understand the danger that entails. But at least now, she knows how much I love you."

He towered over her once more and continued what he started before Claude appeared. "Stéphane… we need to get ready for... oh…"

"I think you are ready, mon amour. I'll make it fast and worth every second." Narcisse sexily grinned. Catherine was already wet and ready for him.

"Fine. You have thirty minutes." She set the ultimatum. "Make that fifteen." He seductively bargained. "Then, we better get started". And one round of lovemaking was how the Queen Mother and the Lord Chancellor started their day as secret newlyweds in the French court.

Hwooooooh! So sorry for the long-overdue update! I hope you like this part. It's pretty chill like vanilla ice cream. But part two will be fire like wasabi. Haha. Thank you so much for your support! I love reading your reviews. Stay safe! All my love, ElleRoseMaltz :)