The King, The Duke, and The Lady

Chapter 17

A/N: Plot, Lemon/slash ahead. Don't like, don't read.

The planning for an early progress caused quite the stir throughout the Court. The alleged purpose was to get away from Whitehall and take the children out into the countryside to learn to hunt and return them to their home palace at Richmond. Only a few people were invited on the progress, significantly less than was usual, and only those very close to the King. The King and the Duke pared their households down to the barest minimum, except for those who would be staying at Richmond with the children. With the closure of the Court, most of the nobles chose to return to their own estates and take care of the business required there.

Brianna could not be happier with the plans and her excitement showed in her eyes and her face was once again glowing and not so pale and drawn. It was rejuvenating for her to prepare for moving into the countryside, especially seeing Cheverly again. It seemed as if it had been so long since she had been able to return to her home estate.

One day the Charles surprised her by bringing Holbein with him to their quarters. The King's gift to him of the portrait of Brianna lying out on the bed, fresh from sex, showing her lush body was inspirational and he wanted something similar to both give to the King and have for himself. No one knew of the dual portraits of Brianna. That would raise more than a few eyebrows. But this time the Duke had a particular vision in his head that he wanted painted, and Holbein was the perfect man for the discreet portrait.

After having two children, Brianna was particularly concerned that her body was never going to return to its original shape. She had always been curvy, but now her curves were positively lush, to the point she felt she was no longer attractive to either of the men who she loved. It had taken quite a long time for her to even be naked with Charles after their second child was born. And he had done his best to reassure her that her attraction was still as powerful as it had always been. Still, there was doubt in her mind and heading out to progress and certainly indulging in the unusual sexual relationship they both had with the King was weighing on her mind even if she had not said anything.

Holbein joined the Duke and Duchess in their bedroom, while the Duke and Holbein spoke of a portrait that they clearly had already discussed. Brianna stood there with her eyebrows raised as she realized just exactly what they were discussing. She was to be painted beside the window with her face in partial shadow, the light reflecting on her porcelain skin. Her long hair would hang long to her waist in her natural curls. And the only clothing she would be wearing was the purple velvet strip of cloth lined with ermine. It would wrap her body, partially pooling at her feet but would leave the rest of her body exposed.

Trying to determine just how the ermine coat would like against her skin, they had her pose agreeing just how the cloth would lie against her skin and how her face would be in a side portrait. Her hair would cover one breast and her opposite hand would lift and barely cover her other breast. The rest of her body would be naked with the ermine coat strategically covering the blond curls between her legs.

Brianna found herself full of mixed feelings as the two men discussed a portrait she was not even consulted with. But as they described how the portrait would look she became more interested and that Charles was interested in having her exposed that way, well she was flattered and excited at the same time. She could feel that particular warmth that grew between her loins as she thought about the final result. Then Holbein brought up the obvious. She would have to undress so that he could capture her whole body. Holbein had a near photographic memory but she would need to set up portrait sessions so that he could get the painting a true representation. Brianna blushed, but it wasn't as if Holbein hadn't seen her naked before.

She agreed and the Duke insisted that the portraits be completed before the progress began. That was the first time she had realized that he intended to have the same portrait made for the King as a gift. Her heart skipped a beat at that. While the King shared their bed often, and had made love to her many times she had yet to appear to him completely naked as she once did. She knew once they reached Cheverly she would no longer be able to avoid being seen by him in all of herself. But this portrait would document her body forever. Given the time frame, Holbein insisted on starting right away. He wanted to sketch it out right away so that he could get started. Brianna looked at Charles, silently begging him not to do this, but he knew that if she was ever to feel comfortable with how beautiful she was than something like this was necessary.

Two hours later, Holbein had what he needed to get started on the portrait. It was fortunate that the lighting at the time was perfect and he could get that part already done. Draping the ermine cape was a little more difficult and having Brianna stand still holding her breast, cold and hardened in the chill of the room, was exceedingly difficult. Little could he know that not only was it the chill that made her nipples hard but also the fact that a man was looking at her in this way. Totally exposed in her royal robes, offering her breasts as if a gift, she was embarrassed that Holbein no doubt could not miss the wetness that had formed between her legs. And he hadn't. He just added that to the portrait. It was to be an erotic portrait and he would include everything that made it so.

After two hours, he was ready to pack up his supplies and leave. Brianna wanted to see what he had completed, but as he was notorious for, he did not allow anyone to see his work in progress. Instead she pulled on her satin robes and sat on the bed, looking pensively out the window, silent in thought. Holbein thought that moment was when she looked most perfect and he quickly sketched her without her even knowing he was still there. Those were the most precious moments for him: when a subject forgot he was even there and was completely natural. He didn't lose the opportunity. He already had decided to use that moment he captured for small individual locket sized portraits for the King and the Duke. They both loved her and he had no doubt that the rumors of their shared love were true, but it wasn't his place to gossip about his benefactor and he kept his thoughts to himself.

The progress began with all the pomp and circumstance that they usually did. This time it was a little different given that there were two young children riding with them. Excellent horseman as they were, there was more caution than was normally given. The children would ride with them to the first stop on the progress and then onto Richmond where they would stay while the King, Charles, and Brianna would go and visit Cheverly, although that part of the progress was not announced.

The progress to Richmond was uneventful for the most part. Edward took a fall off his horse and there was much excitement created, but he just stood up, irritated with himself and all the others who would fuss and got back on his horse. Henry was enormously pleased and smiled at Brianna knowing that this was her doing. Not that she had taught him to ride of course, but his entire strength of character was one showing his pride without arrogance and his regal stature. He was going to grow into a strong man and that made Henry proud.

Once they arrived at Richmond, they were greeted with decorated rooms, flying flags, ornate gifts and portraits. It was a castle meant for a prince and so it was presented as such. There had been no expense spared and the protections on the castle, the rooms, the tutors, the stables, all of the accoutrements of a regal household were in place. And with the King and his party added to the usual large household, it was a stretch on the entire staff which they handled with aplomb, at least to the guests. Within the kitchens and others rooms it was chaos but none needed to know that.

The King and the Duke spent days teaching their sons how to hunt, how to shoot both guns and arrows, and enjoyed a quiet dinner with them each night, leaving the rest of the small party to entertain themselves elsewhere. Sometimes they all joined the larger group for dancing and for music. The children were accomplished dancers and enjoyed showing off their skills.

A week after arriving at Richmond, Brianna announced that she was going to her own estate for a few days. As pre-planned the King and Duke insisted on accompanying her, and when others wanted to join them as well, the King put them off and insisted that everyone stay at Richmond where the staff was more than capable of taking care of the large group. Cheverly had no such capability and the King and the Duke, as well as Brianna would like to visit it again in a quiet, uncomplicated time. There were murmurs certainly of the King's safety and why no one else was being invited but the King put those off and soon the threesome, with a small contingent of guards took off towards Cheverly.

While the mood of the King, the Duke, and the Lady since leaving Whitehall had been very positive, as they approached Cheverly they were absolutely giddy. They raced each other to the stables and around the yard, while the guards and stable boys looked on in disbelief. They had not seen their King as happy as he was at that moment. They could only guess at the cause.

The two men and one woman left the estate house early in the morning, before anyone was even stirring. Brianna's cook had prepared several baskets for them to take with them. The mists were stirring through the trees and the sun would burn off the excess as the dawn warmed the forest. They intentionally lost themselves in the forest, leaving no note and leaving with no accompanying guards. For this day, they wanted privacy and they would have it.

They made their way through the tangled woods to a wide but shallow creek that was formed from limestone. Slightly up from where they tied the horses, was a deeper clear pool where there was even a cliff above where they could jump off of if they decided to actually reclaim their childhoods during their secret outing. The King was especially thrilled to be free of all the trappings of being a King and just being a man out for play with his two best friends. And so it was.

The morning warmed quickly and they soon had discarded their clothing and set off jumping off the cliff into the deep pond. Brianna did it several times and then just swam down below while the erstwhile boys competed against each other. She climbed out and lay on a limestone bed beside the pool allowing her long hair to dry in the sunshine and her body glowed against the light. She dozed as she heard the two men laughing and then there was a tentative silence as they approached her prone form. Each of them lay on one side of her, letting their own naked bodies dry in the sunshine as well.

She felt, rather than saw, them both turn towards her. She could already feel the prodding of their hardened cocks as their fingers both lightly stroking her warm skin starting at her shoulders and wandering slowly down to her round little bottom. Brianna sighed softly as she felt her body awake to the men's attentions. She felt Charles' big hand stop at her bottom and squeeze it slightly. When her bottom seemed to respond without her conscious thought, he squeezed again but harder and then slapped her bottom, not enough to hurt, but enough to cause her head to snap up in surprise.

"Charles!" she exclaimed. This had never been part of their foreplay before, but if she was honest with herself she wasn't sure she minded it too much. She was already getting wet.

He whispered in her ear, still squeezing one cheek while Henry licked her other ear with his hand rubbing her other rounded cheek. Charles' breath entered her ear followed with the words, "Do you consent?"

She was silent, considering exactly what they were asking of her. She knew they would not hurt her, but this sort of 'play' had never really crossed her mind before. She responded to him, "Where did you think of this? Is this a game for the bordellos?"

Henry and Charles both laughed at her question. Henry sighed, "Bri, it has been a long time since either of us have been to a bordello. Let us play, experiment, toy with each other," his voice lowered again, this time he asked, "Do you consent?"

She looked at them both and smiled slyly. "You will stop if I ask?" Her body was heating up and she could feel herself growing wet with excitement.

"Of course," Charles responded. "We will not hurt you or each other."

"Then I consent. I turn my body over to you just as you turn your bodies over to me. Do you consent?"

The two friends smirked and looked at each other, their eyes heated, "We consent."

Brianna laid her head back down on her crossed arms and they began to spank her. The pattern was indiscernible since they were both spanking and then rubbing the sting away. She hid her embarrassment at her eager response under her hair. At every spank she found her bottom rising in the air to meet the hand, and each spank lifted her ass up and cupped it before dropping away.

"Spread your legs my lovely Brianna," Charles commanded. She did as asked and felt two fingers enter her very wet channel while Henry continued the spanking. Charles laughed lightly, "I think our lady is enjoying this despite herself, Henry. Feel…"

The spanking stopped temporarily while Henry's fingers joined Charles' inside of Brianna. She wiggled under their delicious probing. Henry rolled her over onto her back, putting his soaked fingers into her mouth while he brought his tongue to her breasts, lapping and sucking on them. Charles meanwhile positioned himself between her legs, spreading her wide and lifting her knees over his shoulders. His raspy tongue started licking from back to front, stopping to suck on her clit, drawing her hips up to him. He kept this motion going, his tongue occasionally slipping inside her as Henry continued his ministrations.

Brianna felt the tension build in her body as both men worked over her most sensitive places. Her hips wiggled and tried to move against their mouths but they both held her in place. Henry looked over Brianna's body at Charles, his cock hard and purple with the strain, much the same as his. They enjoyed listening to Brianna's cries and mews as they were working her into a frenzy of sensation, but they also were piqued by the view of each other's bodies, so different from each other, but so much the same. Lust shown in each man's eyes, and if asked they would have claimed it was solely for Brianna and her lovely body, but that was not entirely true. Brianna finally screamed out her orgasm. Exhausted but without relief, Charles quickly flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her hips to pierce her. Henry quickly raised her up on her hands and placed himself in front of Brianna while she took him into her mouth, moving in the rhythm that Charles set while he fucked her from behind. Brianna couldn't see it, but the two men watched each other at opposite ends of her body, knowing they wished somehow that they were connected in such as way as this. It was what they had been leading up to their whole life, and here, in the middle of the forest with no one around they just might be able to pull it off.

Charles broke his thinking along those lines by spanking Brianna, who tilted her bottom up ready to receive more. She sucked and drew on Henry as she was goaded on by his moans and pulling her shoulders to him. Charles leaned over her whispering, "I find I definitely like the little red bottom pressed against my cock, Brianna. I think we may have to do this more often."

She saved her comments for later as she felt both men losing their rhythm as they began to come close. Charles spilled first with a cry out as the tension in his body released and a few more deep draws on Henry's cock, he spilled into her mouth where she gladly swallowed. Spent, both men rolled away from her and lay down on the hard limestone. Their breathing was hard and labored, but all three felt exhilarated. To have so much privacy and freedom was such a relief, and they were thrilled with the opportunity.

They dozed in the sun for a while and then Brianna rose and picked up some soap she had brought with her and moved towards the clear pool where they had swum before. She slid into the water and began to bathe herself in the cool water. Charles and Henry watched and then joined her. The three played for a while, and then Brianna took the soap and used its slickness to stroke both men while they sat on a shallow step built into the limestone. Brianna thought to bring them both with her hand but they had other plans as they both became excruciatingly hard. Charles lifted Brianna onto the shelf, allowing Henry to take his position in front of Brianna and Charles put himself behind the King. Brianna realized what they were going to try and she suggested more soap before anyone was entered.

Charles hesitantly placed two fingers into Henry's backside and Henry gasped at the invasion of his virginal opening. As he had done with Brianna when they had engaged in this sort of sex, he slowly stretched and prepared Henry as Henry kissed and fondled Brianna and he felt her small hands on his swollen cock. It was all so much sensation his breath was taken away. Charles finally began to push into Henry, very slowly, and Henry tensed. Charles whispered in his ear, "You have to relax, Henry and let me in."

Brianna had lifted her legs up on top of the limestone shelf in the water, spreading them out so that Henry had more room to enter her. As Charles pushed into him, he pushed into Brianna. Charles, bigger than the other two, stretched his arms to capture Brianna's arms so they were all caught into one big connected body, moving together. Henry was breathless with the sensations, being inside Brianna as she fondled him and kissed him as if she drew her only breath from him and having Charles pushed against him, pulsing within that very small space. Both men came very quickly, the intensity of the feeling was overpowering. They both knew it would be the only time they would ever engage in that act, but what a pleasure it was.

The threesome broke away and the two men climbed up on the limestone shelf where Brianna sat. She smiled at their relaxed faces. "I take it that lived up to your expectations?"

Henry just turned to her with a smirk, "Oh yes," and he paused, "but we must never do it again. It is far too dangerous."

Charles nodded and leaned over to kiss Brianna, "Agreed."

They lay there in a comfortable silence for some time listening to the trickling of the water surrounding them and pouring into the pool they had bathed and played in earlier. It was becoming dark and was time to leave but none was particularly eager to pack up and leave. Finally, Charles raised them both out of the limestone creek and pushed them towards their clothes and horses.

TBC