A/N: Is it Plot? What Plot? Or is it Porn Without Plot? Either way, PWP ahead, purple and torrid. Shiver me timbers!

The King, The Duke, and The Lady

A Story of Friendship, Love, and Lust

Chapter 8

The Duke rapped two times quickly on the door to Brianna's apartments before entering. He found her ladies' maid helping her finish dressing. The maid bowed a quick curtsey and looked to her lady for instructions. To say that it was highly unusual for the Duke to enter *this* lady's chambers before she was dressed or even with a word of permission to enter was disconcerting at best!

The lady turned slightly to Charles smiling, "Good morning, Your Grace." She then turned to her maid and dismissed her kindly.

Charles walked to Brianna smiling and kissing her on her neck from behind. Without being asked, Brandon began tying up the ribbons that held the back of her corset together. She laughed at the irony of the situation. "I'm sure Your Grace is quite expert at untying such ribbons, but actually tying them must be a new skill. I hope you don't find it too difficult to master."

Charles smirked from behind as his fingers slowly tied each bow and took the opportunity to run his warm finger against her smooth skin between tie. Dressing so slowly and having his hands on her bare skin was highly erotic. His warm breath fell on her neck where her hair was swept to the side. Both were silent as they enjoyed the charged atmosphere around them. Finally the last ribbon was tied and Charles slowly turned her to face him.

He took in her clothing for the day which looked to be primarily her riding clothes. She had on her crème chamois riding pants that were laced up with a brown leather cord in the style of a man. It was warm both in the house and outside, so her top was just a black chemise corset that laced up the back with red ribbon and the front laced with smaller ribbon in a crisscross pattern. It was held up with black cloth straps, displaying her bosom to its best advantage. Charles leaned down to kiss her ripe lips, starting with a gentle kiss but as their bodies pressed together his kiss became firmer and their mouths opened to receive the other.

Soon Brianna found herself pressed fully against the door to her room, squeezed between Charles and the solid wood. His kisses plunged deeply into her mouth breaking only for breath and then continued down her bare neck and shoulders. She loved the feel of his hand buried in her thick hair while the other roamed her primed body. Her hands were doing much the same with one holding his head to hers while the other ran up and down his arms or scratched his back under his open tapestry vest. They were both panting with abandoned as they wanted desperately to culminate their love and passion but knew they could not right now.

Finally, Brianna broke away from Brandon slightly, pushing his mouth and torso away from her, her chest heaving in passion. "Charles, you promised that you would not try to seduce me into giving away what is not yet yours to have. What is this?"

Charles' voice sounded desperate. "I have done nothing but lie awake in bed thinking of you, remembering your touch in my bath last evening, my craving for you growing ever more." Charles looked down and away, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks, "I even had to take my release twice so I could even doze for a few hours before sunrise. Being in such close quarters with you so near is driving me crazy!"

"It's hard for me as well my love. But we must try to restrain ourselves or we will end up in a position we may regret. Falling too easily into bed with you, without marriage and the King's blessing, could find me with child or us banished from court. Please, ask of me what you will Your Grace, but do not cause me to lose my sensibilities under your relentless pursuit."

Charles brought her hand to his pants, sliding it up and down his hardened member. She moaned as did he. "This is what you do to me, Brianna. And I stay this way perpetually. I would have you put on the habit of a nun and hide you away until we were allowed to be married."

Brianna laughed slightly, her voice throaty and deep. "No you would not Your Grace, nor would the King allow it. What would you suggest I do about your uh…situation now, seeing as it is obviously uncomfortable for you and your discomfort is mine."

His hand held hers where it was against his pants, while his other went and tangled in her hair. He pressed his lips to hers again, stoking both of their passions again as she felt him grow even harder. This time he broke away. "What you did last night…would you do that again for me, but with your mouth as well?"

"My, my Your Grace, that is a wicked and brazen thing to ask a lady. Are you in the habit of being so bold?" Her voice held a slight reprimand but was also filled with amusement at his current predicament.

"My Lady Countess, I never have had to ask before. Women, if they were so inclined, always volunteered their services in that way, so no I am not usually so bold. But you are *my* woman, and you have already declared yourself to be wicked and brazen with me. I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask." Charles smirked at her, the challenge and his own amusement along with his longed stoked passion clear in his eyes.

"Well then, Your Grace," she teased him with the continued use of his title, "I wouldn't want you to be reduced to begging, and as long as you will guide me as to your will, I will try to accommodate your wishes." Her hands went to start pulling his light cotton simple shirt out of his pants, running her hands up his muscled chest. She raised the shirt up on his chest and began kissing his skin. She had never touched a man in such a way and it was exciting for her. She reached his flat, peaked nipple and took it within her mouth, alternately biting and sucking on it eliciting a cry of surprise from his mouth. As he cried out she took the opportunity to change their positions so it was he that was pressed against the door. Pleased with his response she moved to the other nipple and did the same as his hand in her hair pressed her mouth harder against his breast. He was thrusting against her, begging her silently to continue her tour of his body which she gladly did. She ran her tongue along his abdominal muscles and eased her way down to his navel while she sank to her knees at the same time. While her tongue dipped and sucked on his sensitive navel, her hands worked on the leather strings that held his pants closed. She adeptly worked them lose and pushed his pants down over his hips, exposing him in all his glory.

Charles was now the one holding his shirt up out of the way with one hand, the other still buried in her hair. She lifted her arms and ran her fingernails from the top of his chest, scraping across his nipples, down his defined abdominals to where his upper legs were exposed. Her nails left red streaks against his skin, which only increased his breathing and caused his now exposed member to twitch. From her initial experience with men's genitalia, she knew that there was a sac behind his cock that was very sensitive. She moved her mouth back and under his legs, taking his sac into her mouth and sucking lightly. Charles jumped against the door and his knees buckled slightly as he moaned loudly. Well, she thought, that worked well.

Eventually as her mouth and tongue became used to the sensations of that part of his body, she moved her open mouthed kisses to his thick penis. She ran her flattened tongue from his base to his tip, swiping it across the purple mushroom head tasting the saltiness of his cum for the first time. The texture was odd, but the taste was sheer salt. His body twitched and he moaned again while her tongue moved its way back down to the base again. She knew there was no way she would be able to get all that magnificence into her mouth and she looked up his body, concern and confusion in her eyes.

"Charles, I don't think…"

He smiled gently at her and took one of her hands and moved it to circle his base. "This will keep it from going too deep. Just hold it hard in your hand and let your mouth do the rest."

Brianna bit her lip as she looked at the confidence and lust in his eyes, while she was feeling much less confident. She returned her tongue to his smaller head, sucking and licking being sure to push her pointed tongue against the small divot at the very top. Charles was sighing and moaning at her ministrations so she figured she must be doing alright.

Soon she opened her mouth and slid his member inside her warm, wet mouth feeling him thrust initially and then still. She looked up from her place on her knees and saw him there with his eyes closed and his mouth open, his breath coming quickly. She took him in as far as she could and then slowly sucked her way back to the top. She slowly repeated the motion over and over again, liking the hint of that slight tangy taste that was beginning to fill her mouth. At some point she knew, he would release a great deal of that into her mouth and she was determined to swallow. She had read that many women did not and would remove themselves immediately afterwards to spit it out, but she would not break their moment like that.

As he started to instinctively thrust into her mouth and push her head with his hand, she pulled away amused. His eyes popped open surprised that she would break away at such a critical time. She smirked at him and looking up his mostly bare chest and into his eyes naked with passion, she laughed, "Your Grace, while I am the one on my knees in supplication before you, I believe that you are the one in supplication to me. I find this a very powerful position to be in right now."

Charles' eyes closed briefly and he opened them again. "Believe me Brianna, you hold all the power at this moment and in our relationship." He sighed again and indicated for her to continue by moving her head by her hair.

Brianna took the hint and restarted her movements, allowing him to set the pace this time. He thrust into her mouth faster and harder and she was glad for her hand at his base so he didn't slam himself down her throat. With one hand at his base, the other went to his bare ass, her nails clawing into his tight muscles, holding him to her and providing her some balance. She could hear his breath becoming fast and ragged and soon he was losing his rhythm, while she tried to hold it, sucking against him even harder. His moans and cries were loud and as he made his final powerful jerk into her mouth he gave a very loud groan that Brianna feared might have been heard all over the house. She felt him spill his seed in her mouth in several spurts as his body twitched and jerked against her. She moved her tongue against him carefully cleaning up whatever might have been left and he slowly slid down the door to sit, spread before her.

He pulled her forward to his lips and kissed her long and deep, tasting himself on her lips and tongue. He held her head pressed against his chest until his breathing returned to normal, his whole body relaxed.

Brianna looked up into his eyes, "Your Grace?" she asked, wondering what he would say.

"That was amazing Bri. How is it that you can be so amazing and never have done this before?"

Brianna blushed and hid her face in his shirt.

He ran his fingers through her now disheveled hair, smelling the lavender and holding the silkiness to his nose. "Perhaps you are a natural…"

She smiled into his chest, her next words muffled against his chest. "Or perhaps it is just because you love me."

Charles laughed a deep happy laugh, a laugh of a man very in love and very satisfied. His hand reached between them and lightly stroked the damp place between her legs. She gasped slightly at his soft touch so easily felt through the chamois. "And it seems like you might have enjoyed this a little bit as well."

Brianna gave an uncharacteristic giggle, "Well not so much that the entire household heard, Your Grace."

He sighed at her sarcasm. "I apologize and will try to greet everyone we may see with a completely straight face, ignoring any of their sidelong glances. You should too. Perhaps they will just think it was in their imagination…"

Brianna barked a laugh at that. "No one is going to confuse whatever they may have heard with some crazy passionate voices in their head. And what of the King? He will surely not let you off with ignoring it."

"We can hope that he heard nothing, and if he did, hopefully he will just tease me in private."

"Ah, so the men can talk of their conquests…"

"You, my love will never be a conquest, and it is no business of the King."

Brianna smiled doubtfully with one eyebrow arched but didn't say anything as she rose from the floor. Brandon raised himself as well and began to do up his pants. Before he was hidden from her view entirely, she lowered her lips to his now only partially erect member and kissed it gently with her lips and tongue. She whispered to it as if it had ears to hear her, "You, Your little Grace, will turn me into a harlot yet."

Delighted, Charles Brandon laughed. Pleased she found so much pleasure in something he found so great a pleasure in as well. "Perhaps, my lady, but you will be my harlot and my wife."

TBC

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