Chapter 15

Somehow they had gotten out of the pool, mostly by Henry's insistense that he refused to be written down in history as drowned in his own pool. Which had led to them both to Henry's fur and silk filled bed, in a curled up and tangled ball of human limbs, Dean was fast asleep, but Henry was staring at the sky of his bed. As he laid there, hand genlty running throughthe messy blond hair, his fingertips continuing down the bare sunkissed shoulder.

He did not care what he had to do, laws he had to pass or people he had to kill, he would never let go of this precious treasure he had finally caught. The intensity of the feeling frighteneed him slightly; he had never truly cared for anyone in such a manner before.

He glanced towards the door when he heard the shuffeling of feet. Ah, he had ordered food to his room, had he not. He cursed his own lack of foresight and concluded that he'd have to simply shut whoever it was up before they could speak.

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Elena paused a blushed fiercely as she entered the king's bedroom. He laid in bed, clearly in the nude, with Dean curled up and wrapped protectively in his arms. "Put the food on the bed," he spoke quietly, but his voice carried well, "And the drink on the bedside table."

Elena saw that Dean stirred as the king spoke, but the king immadiately caressed him, making him settle with a satisfied sound. As instructed, she put several smaller dishes on the bed. The king gave her a brief nod, and she nearly ran out of the room, all the while cursing Dean for being such a fool.

Dean woke to rays of sun flooding through the windows. He frowned as he didn't feel warm arms around him. He rolled over on his back, and saw that he was alone. Disappointment tasted rather bitter, he decided. But on Henry's pillow there was a letter. With a smile, he stretched and reached for the paper. He bit his lip at the slight sting that flew up his spine, and his sore and swollen bum. He giggled slightly - not that he would ever admit that to anyone, but still feeling the king, made him almost giddy with joy. While his entrance was genuinely, just plain sore, he could actually feel his inner walls rub against each other. And he was generally just filthy. His own come was dried on his stomach, and the king's seed was still wet between his cheeks and the inside of his thighs.

They had enjoyed a delicious dinner the night before, and then the king had done that thing with his tongue. Dean's cheeks grew hot at the mere thought. He had never known people did that sort of thing.

He opened the letter and read it quickly;

Dear Dean,

I have never know such pleasure, as I have within you. Do not mistake my words for flattery when I say you are the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on. Even more beautiful when you a damp and flushed with the pleasure I give you.

As much as I would rather watch you sleep, I must attend the council meeting this morning. I'm afraid I will be occupied most of the day, drafting a treaty with France. You are welcome to stay as long as you like. On that subject, I would be delighted if you joined myself and the court to Flanders this winter. I am aware you have obligations to your family, but nothing would make me happier than for you to consider.

With all of my Heart,

Henry

Dean flushed as he recalled the early morning hours; they had lain side by side, his back against Henry's chest, and made love again. It had been quite different from the pool. Dean was quite sure he'd love to be woken in such a manner more frequently. He seemed to remember Henry saying something as he left, but he could not remember, as he had been delirious in his post coital haze, and half asleep.

Glowing with joy, and his body lax from all the pleasure, he stretched and the burrowed into the furs.

"So you are Dean," he heard a female voice state plainly.

Dean pulled the covers closer, alarmed at the voice. He could not see much because of the curtains on the bed. But he had not expected the Queen herself to walk into his sight, an all her regal glory. He knew he should say something, but he could not get his voice to function. He was naked in the kings bed, covered in their juices and the king's fingerprints etched into his skin. Even the room itself held the heavy musky scent of their lovemaking.

The queen was dressed in a deep red dress, with gold details. Her black hair was shining and her skin pale and beautiful. She was beautiful.

"So how did you do it? The king has had many lovers- and bastard children," she sneered, "Lord knows he is unable to stay faithful..." she paused, "But you are pretty. I suppose I should be happy he has found himself a barren bitch to lick his balls this time." She took a deep breath and composed herself.

Dean wanted to sink though the ground and away from her judgemental icy glare. She had ever right to be angry with him. He had slept with her husband.

"So how long have you taken it for the king?" she asked. "How long have you been his whore?" she bit. "Because I assume he pays you. He always does, with pretty trinkets... What did he give you? How long? Answer me."

A tear slipped down Dean's cheeks, "Y-yesterday evening," he whispered. "I never opened his gifts... he would not let me return them." another tear slipped.

"Are you telling me, that the king came to me, and professed his love for you, before, he bedded you?" she asked in disbelief. She had no doubt that her husband was infatuated with the boy, but his infatuation usually went as far as his cock.

Dean pulled the sheets closer around him. Feeling like he was in front of a firing squad, he nodded,

"You are not a noble," she stated.

"I'm a hunter, you majesty," he said, his voice still low. He did not trust himself to speak any higher.

"Are you not too young for such a profession?"

"I'm twenty-one," he said, looking away.

"You are not even of legal age," she muttered to herself. "By his own laws, the king should be in the tower for bedding you." She looked at him, taking in his bruised body and swollen lips. The king had not been to gentle with the boy. "I just needed to see you for myself; my replacement."

"I can never replace you," Dean said, "You're the mother of his only child. He adores Mary..."

Katherine raised a brow, "He always was disappointed she was not a boy."

"He needs an heir," Dean said, "But that does not mean he loves her any less," he said, "He speaks so fondly of her..."

The queen took in his words with a short nod, "I do not envy you your task, Mr. Winchester. The king is not an easy man to please, in any respect." And with those words, she turned on her heel and left.

Dean sank into the bed, his mind racing, trying to comprehend what had just happened.