Hey guys, it's Monday again yay :D so last week was pretty much just a bit of history filler and I suppose this is sort of a filler as well. Can you have two filler chapters in a row? Either way there is some story to this one and a hell of a lot of sexy times, enjoy haha
"Why is he doing this to me Isabella?" Henry asked, a few days after the young Henry Fitzroy's death. After lying away sinking deeper and deeper into his own thoughts Henry had called Isabella into his bed chamber for the night and she was all too happy to accept his offer.
"I don't understand what you mean, Henry." she replied, tracing a finger slowly down his bare chest. "Why is who doing this to you?"
"God." Henry replied staring up at the ceiling, half lost in his own thoughts and half lost in his own self-pity for the loss of his heir. "Why did he take my only son away from me like this?"
"The child was ill Henry there was nothing that you or anyone could have prevented his passing." Isabella stated. Henry sat up and propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at her.
"But I have cause to believe that he is punishing me Isabella." he stated. "I have lost my only son and heir and I have had many still born children with Catherine. Why can I not produce a son? It feels like a punishment."
"What on earth would God be punishing your for?" she asked soothingly.
"Marrying my brother's widow; for taking Arthur's wife as my own after his passing."
"This was discussed at great length when we were younger; it was concluded that Catherine's marriage to Arthur was never consummated. There was nothing to stop you from marrying her." Isabella told him. "You were given the blessing of the church so there's no point wasting time worrying about it."
"But what if their marriage was consummated?" Henry asked. "It says in the scripture that if a man takes his brother's wife after his passing then they will remain childless to the end of their days."
"Henry you are hardly childless." Isabella stated reasonably. "You have Mary..."
"A single living daughter!" he implored cutting her off. "I have only one heir and it is not the son I desire."
"Mary is a wonderful child." Isabella stated, feeling protective over her young charge even though she knew that Henry was only saying this because he felt emasculated because he was unable to produce an heir.
"I know she is." Henry stated, lying back down on the bed and looking up at the ceiling again. "I just wish that I could have a son to rule the Kingdom in my stead when I die. It would make me sleep easier at night"
"Henry, you are still young," she replied. "you still have many years to produce a male heir to your throne."
"But what if God is punishing me because of my marriage to Catherine?" he asked. Isabella sighed. She did not want to have to give any opinion on the subject, she did not like getting involved with any affairs of state other than the one she was currently conducting with Henry.
"Then that is something that you will have to discuss with a Priest and think about very carefully." she stated turning away from him. Henry chuckled slightly and slipped his arm around her waist. He places a soft kiss on her neck.
"Always unwilling to pass comment Isabella." he said and began trailing kisses down her neck and to her shoulder. "It is one of the things I love the most about you."
"It is not my place to pass comment, I am merely here to serve Your Majesty and members of your family." she replied ignoring his comment about love. Henry turned her onto her back so that she was facing him and placed a kiss to her lips.
"You are worth so much more than that, my dear." He placed a soft yet passionate kiss on her lips and his hand began to tangle in her long blonde hair, closing his fingers tightly around the soft tresses. Isabella groaned softly as he pulled gently, forcing her head back to expose more of her beautiful neck and she arched her back so that her chest was pressed against his. He slipped his other arm underneath her so that he could pull her even closer, relishing the skin on skin contact.
Henry repositioned himself so that he was now nestled between Isabella's open legs. Her body was begging for him to be inside her but he wanted to play with her first; get her worked up to the point where she was begging for him, he liked it when she begged. Hearing her moans and pleas for release made his stomach contract and his desire for her increase. None of the other women he was with made him feel this way, especially not Catherine. If Catherine had some of Isabella's talents in that respect he would never have taken a mistress in the first place. Then again if Isabella had agreed to marry him in the first place...well that he would never know and would never discuss, all he wanted was to be able to be with her now.
Henry began to move his kisses from her lips, down her neck, past her collar bone and to her exposed breasts. With one hand he began to caress and massage one of then while the other was assaulted by his tongue and lips. Isabella bit back a moan as his tongue swirled over her hardening nipple and arched her back off the bed. Henry smirked against her skin and continued to run his lips, tongue and teeth over the sensitive flesh of her breast. He could feel her desire growing between her legs, the heat radiating from her and making his own desire grown.
"Henry..." Isabella moaned as he bit softly on a particularly sensitive part of her flesh. He smirked again against her skin and stopped his ministrations. He began to trail soft, teasing kisses down from her breasts to her stomach and further until he reached her hips. He reached an arm underneath her and lifted her leg onto his shoulder and began to caress her with his tongue. Isabella's hips bucked at the sudden contact and she moaned loudly.
Henry loved seeing her like this. Hearing her throaty moans fall from her beautiful lips, feeling her body clench at the ministrations of his touch, her taste and her scent were something he knew that he would never tire off. She was truly stunning to behold normally but when she was like this – when she was uninhibited, passionate and completely under his control – she was almost like a gift from the Heavens. He continued to drive her closer to her release wanting to drown in her, to loose himself completely and forget that he was the King, forget that he had lost his only male heir and that both their lives had to continue after this moment was over.
Isabella moaned his name once again and he knew her release would soon follow as her muscles tightened underneath his touch. He swiftly drew away from her, earning a slight gasp in protest from her. He reached up and kissed her lips passionately and she could taste herself on his tongue, which she drew hungrily into her own mouth to savour. This erotic action alone nearly sent Henry over the edge but his pulled away from her to whisper in her ear, hoping to hear those word spill forth from her once again.
"Do you consent, Isabella?" he asked.
"Fuck me." she panted in return, her breath hitting his ear. Those were the words he always loved to hear, to hear her begging for him to take her was just too tempting to refuse. He positioned himself and with one swift movement filled her to the hilt. He groaned in her ear as he entered her and she bit back a moan of her own. She was always so tight; she fit around him perfectly as if she had been made for him and only him. Henry knew that Isabella had men of the court asking for the chance to woo and seduce her but as far as he knew she had turned down each and every one of them, almost as if she wanted to be his and only his, which pleased him greatly.
Isabella shifted her hips slightly to meet his and Henry groaned in her ear once again and began to move inside her. Her fingers reached up to tangle in his hair and pull his face down so that she could crash their lips together. He pounded into her depths as she clutched and pulled at his hair, he revelled in the dull ache her actions were causing and plunged in with enough force to quickly locate that spot within her that made her eyes snap open, her head fall back and a loud moan fall from her open mouth.
Her reaction caused his to quicken his place, plunging in and out of her with such tenacity and force, hitting that spot within her each and every time he did, filling her completely and driving her wild with ecstasy. Her fingernails racked down his back, her legs which had wrapped around his waist clung to him and forced him in deeper (if it was even possible for him to get any deeper inside her) and a light sheen of sweat had formed on her body.
Henry's hair clung to his forehead and his arms shook with the effort of holding himself up as he gave one final push and, feeling her clench around him as she reached her peak, he released himself inside her crying out her name. His movements slowed but stayed constant as the pair of them rode out their orgasms together and when they were spent he collapsed on top of her burying his head in the crook of her neck and hearing her panting in his ear. It was like the sweetest music he had ever heard – his lover catching her breath while coming down from the high that he had taken her to.
Once he found the strength to move again Henry pulled out of her and roll onto his back by her side and he pulled her into his chest. The feeling of her body against his was always wonderful but after they had had sex it was even better; slick skin against slick skin, heat radiating off her and the feel of her chest heaving as she regained her composure. He took hold of her hand and brought it to his lips in a tender gesture, wishing that he could freeze this moment in time and remain with her forever. When he was with her he could be himself; that was the one thing that had drawn him to her in the first instance when they were children. That he could completely be himself around her was such an experience for him and he was unwilling to let it go.
"Isabella..." Henry began once her breathing had returned to normal.
"Yes?" she asked.
"How would you like to be my mistress? My only mistress." he added hoping that she would comply with his request.
"Truly Henry?" she asked. She had always secretly hoped that he would ask her to be the only woman he would go to, other than his wife of course. She had always hoped that he would say those words to her but she had never dreamed she would actually hear him say them.
"Truly," he replied tilting her head up so that she was looking into his eyes. "You are the only one that I desire to be with Isabella. You are the only woman I want please just say you will be mine."
"Yes," she replied, beaming and kissing him on the lips. "there is nothing I want more than to please you and be with you Henry."
"Good." he replied and kissed her forehead. The pair lay in contented silence for a few moments before Isabella spoke up with a fear that had immediately begun plaguing her.
"But what if another girl catches your fancy?" she asked him, fear in her large blue eyes. Henry chuckled softly, hugged her tighter and kissed her once again.
"That will never happen I promise you." he stated and at that moment she really believed that he meant it.