A/N: This story contains Adult Content. If you have read any of my other historic-themed fanfics then you know how I endeavor to be as true to the periods in which the fandom is set in as far as language, attitudes, practices etc. I planned it to be a crossover between "Reign" and "The Serpent Queen" I am a fan of though personally prefer the second as it is more historically accurate. For some time, I wanted to write a Francis/Mary story and had this idea in mind. It also marks my comeback on as well. Unfortunately, I had to rewrite this since copying and pasting the story caused a problem.
Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did write it, you can check it out on A03 too. I will write more for both series later. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. "Reign" belongs to Laurie McCarthy and Stephanie Sengupta while credits to "The Serpent Queen" go to Justin Haythe.
The 15-year-old king had been attending long hours with the council, they were seeing to duties anywhere from ten to fourteen hours daily during the week and even more after Saturday mass. One more voluptuous event happened one late Tuesday night. Mary had bathed and retired to bed, leaving him to make sure the halls leading to their chamber was secured and their servants would not disturb them unless summoned. Francis took a bath and headed down the hall to bed. When Francis entered the bedchamber Mary was already in bed and seemingly half asleep with only the small candle on the nightstand near his side of the bed lit. Mary had gotten into bed with nothing upon her person save her chemise. The king could see her nipples poking up a bit and her large (about the size of a gold crown with pinkish) areolas through the white fabric of her gown. As he slid under the sheets beside her, he caught a glimpse of her white linen chemise. Francis could see where her chemise overlapped her enticing slit. All he could think of is how much he desired her at that moment. As the shy youth attempted to seduce her in at least a swift coupling, she made it plain that she was simply too tired for that. So, Francis complied to go to sleep with an erection that night. Francis struggled to get to sleep and just couldn't get to sleep at all. So, the king did the best he could, closed his blue eyes and relaxed trying to master control of his throbbing cock to calm for what seemed like hours. The youth lay there not moving concentrating on relaxing and letting sleep overtake him. After a little while Francis could feel his Scottish queen stirring. Then, after a few minutes there was an increase in the amount of movement from Mary's side of the bed. Francis lay there pretending he was asleep, with his eyes as closed as he could get them and still see what was happening, because the movement on Mary's side of the bed was moving as an incoming tide. He could make out the gliding of her hand beneath the sheet. The 17-year-old beauty was rubbing her cunt. Francis froze in disbelief. This was the bold young woman that insisted that she never gives herself pleasure and insists that he not relieved himself. He assumed she might just be scratching or something, but she glanced her husband's way to check to see if her love was awake. As difficult as it was, Francis made certain he concentrated on keeping his breathing as normal as he could and did not stir at all, lest he be unveiled.
Mary then pulled the sheet down to her waist. The tall auburn-haired vision then pulled her chemise so she could gain access to her breasts. Francis knew that at this point that if he could manage to keep himself under control and pretend to sleep, he might get a blessed performance. The queen started to rub her breasts in a massaging motion and then started to play with her nipples. She spent a few minutes pulling and tweaking her nipples. Then, she did something Francis had never seen her engage in before. As she was playing with her duckies, she raised one of them to her mouth and started sucking on her own nipple. As much as he tried there was no way the boy could get his hard cock to fall lifeless with this Aphrodisia-worthy show progressed. She continued to play with her dugges and suck her nipples. The king could see her nipples getting more and more stiff, the wetness from her mouth making them glisten in the moonlight. She then started to rub her hands up and down her sides and stomach, pausing just above her quaint mound. Her hands strayed down to her thighs where she rubbed the outside and front of her thighs, when she got to her inner thighs, she seemed careful to not directly touch her sacred virginity.
Francis could hear her breathing change a bit as her hands rubbed her inner thighs as Mary teased herself. She quickly looked in his direction again, assuring herself that he was still asleep and that her secret was within safekeeping. Francis could see her sliding her hand lightly over the front of her chemise. The rubbing motion became more and more rhythmic as she petted her socket. It was all Francis could do to remain still as a waiting wolf, not breathe and keep his hands off his now painfully throbbing cock. The young monarch could feel the first drops of manhood oozing down his shaft. She lovingly played with her trench and started to trace her finger up and down the crease of her chemise, teasing her gulf further. Francis could feel her quiver as she played with the front of her gown.
She took her left hand and started playing with her left tit and sucking on it as her right hand made its way under her chemise to get direct contact with her hair patch. The king could tell when her finger contacted her bean by the hiss of her breath and the way her hips shook. She gave up on sucking on her tit as her left hand made its way down to her clicket-gate also. She seemed to be using her left hand to keep her chemise out of the way so she could gain better access to her oven. By now Francis could smell the perfumed garden of her moist pool. Her breathing was becoming more and more ragged as her excitement grew.
Wetting his lips with his tongue while watching her as Mary pulled her right hand out of her chemise and began licking her fingers. She dipped her hand back into her chemise to get more of her juices and licked her fingers again. Her back arched as she pulled her right hand out of her chemise and slid her thumbs into either side of her chemise to pull it upward. The queen was moving ever so slowly and gently; Francis thought this is so she would dare not wake him. She folded her legs up close to her ass and slid her chemise up her body. She picked her feet up and took the chemise off and tossed it to the floor. Now the wonderful smell of her wet mill flooded his nostrils. She got out of bed and briefly went to her wardrobe. Deeply impressed as Francis could feel the warm pulsing thickness of his cock in her hand! Francis was innocent to the fact she had a brazen air about her.
At this point Francis almost thought she wanted him to catch her as if they were peasants in a manger, but there was no way he was going to move to let her know Francis was awake and ruin his private show. She pulled her pillow down a bit as she came back to the bed and removed her chemise. Francis pondered what in God's name she was doing. By now she curled her body and placed her feet up near his curly blonde head, placing her hips on her pillow. he thought she might have been looking at his straining cock as there was nothing covering it as the king "slept," because he sometimes enjoyed sleeping nude. Mary laid next to him, her fort less than two feet from his angelic face. Francis could see her hazel-brown eyes as they twinkled and looked over at his dribbling cock. Her right index finger began to trace a line up and down her Watergate.
She was in the perfect position for him to see how wet her token was. Francis could see the smooth pale-skinned girl's essence pouring out of her coney. Mary knew her dock became drenched as she dipped her finger down to her hole, inserted her finger, and removed it to lick it off again. Her sex was enlarged and slightly lowered as a curtain as her excitement mounted. Nearly about to burst, Francis really wanted to join her, but he dared not. Her fingers started exploring her wet cavern; she started by inserting one finger into her pudding and moved from two fingers onto three. Her left hand made its way to the top of her gorge and parted her gates just so her right index finger could have easy access to her devil's doorbell. The king watched in amazement as she feverishly polished her jewel. Francis could see it poking out a bit in the flickering candle and luminous moon light.
It was at this point Mary reached for the laid bare blade. She flicked a switch on it and candlelight shone on at the deep red tip of his member. Francis could plainly see that this crimson scepter was at least 7 inches long and had the girth as if crafted by divine hands. Now, Francis had at this point seen beauteous Italian artwork and such of women displaying themselves as goddesses but had never been witness to art brought to life. It was so enrapturing and alluring in a manner that Francis could have never imagined if he had not seen an actual woman.
Mary traced the lighted veined cock up and down her slit and then slowly drew his delicate fingertips into her honeydew Eden fruit. She began fucking herself upon her fingers. As she pleased herself, Francis could hear soft sucking and sloshing noises her fleshy purse made. Her rough Malkin lips were enflamed and outspread as she attempted to remain quiet as he tried to make herself cum. He could see the pinked ends of his fingertips coming almost all the way out of her passage and disappear as she pushed them back into her hole as far as she could while giving her husband equal honor. Mary was starting to make soft grunting noises as she plunged his fingers in and out of her pin-case. Her juices were running down the crack of her ass and wetting her satin pillow.
Mary's right hand moved down to her mawkin, and she started to trace circles around her love bud while she continued to fuck herself with his fingers and squish his bell. Francis could tell she was close to release when her hips began to buck and tremble intensely. Her whole body started to quiver as she neared her ascension. She was gasping as her orgasm started to take over her entire body. She suddenly pulled the fingers from her pussy, grasped his cock on and drew it to her pearl. It was almost silent. Her moans and jittering motion grew wilder, she arched her back pushing her quiver up into the air stiffened and made one final wince as she went limp. Cheeks flushed as he could still see her rosy flaps trembling and spilling as more ambrosia leaked out of her lovely hole while his own freedom came and passed as a sea breeze.
She then gave Francis cock one last stroke, reached her hand down to her peach-sweet womanhood and gathered another taste of her own essence. Mary rolled over grabbed a linen cloth and wiped her sopping buckler clean, placing the used cloth beneath her pillow. She left the bed, went into the adjacent room with her chemise once more upon her and Francis heard the queen call on her ladies to make a bath ready and snickered into his pillow.