King Henry had waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity. He had finally managed to marry Mary, the woman he had been lusting after for so long. The church ceremony had been a lavish affair, filled with judgmental eyes and hushed whispers. But now, none of that matters.
As they entered the king's chambers, Mary's eyes widened at the opulence surrounding her. But Henry had only one thing on his mind - claiming his bride in the most primal way possible.
Without a word, he pulled Mary close, their lips crashing together in a wild kiss. Their tongues dueled as they ground their bodies against each other, their hands tearing at each other's clothes in their haste to be naked.
"You've got no idea how long I've dreamed of ruining you like this… Sweet little thing, mine now. Mine to taste, to wreck, to worship." Henry whispered roughly against her lips as their clothes fell away.
He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him as he growled softly, "Did you think being my son's would save you from me? No one touches what I want. And now—look at you—begging for your king like a good little queen."
He trailed kisses down Mary's neck, feeling her shiver beneath his touch. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as she continued to grind against his hard cock.
He reached her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Mary gasped, throwing her head back as he moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. She was panting now, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Please… I-I can't take it… I need you inside me… please, I want to be good… for you…", Mary barely able to speak, voice trembling and soaked in need.
"Oh, you will be good. You'll take every inch like the perfect little queen you are…..but first, I need a taste of what's mine." Henry pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his voice rough and low.
Henry moved down her body, kissing and licking her stomach before he knelt before her, hands gripping her thighs like she might vanish, dragging her closer as he buries his face between her legs. Mary looked down at him, her eyes wide with shock and desire as she realized what he intended to do.
He spread her legs wide, his eyes fixed on her glistening pussy. Mary went wild at the sight, her hips bucking as she felt his hot breath against her folds.
Henry wasted no time, diving in with his tongue. He licked her folds, tasting her sweetness before sucking on her clit. Mary moaned loudly, her fingers tightening in his hair as she held him in place.
"Look at you… squirming like a needy little whore for your king's mouth." Henry pulled back just enough to speak, voice rough and low with a twisted smirk.
"You pretend to be so pure, so shy—but this sweet little cunt's dripping the truth." He kissed her inner thigh, slow and mocking.
He dragged his tongue up her slit, slowly, "Only I get to taste you like this… not even my son had you this way. That's why you chose me, isn't it? Because deep down, you wanted to belong to me."
With that he teased her entrance with his tongue before pushing it inside, fucking her with the same wild abandon that he always did. Mary came hard, her juices flowing freely as she screamed his name.
Henry didn't let up, continuing to lick and suck her pussy as she came down from her high. He stood up, throwing her onto the bed before climbing on top of her.
He loomed over her, eyes wild, chest heaving as he stared down at her trembling body.
"You look perfect like this… ruined, shaking, soaked in your king's spit. And now I'm going to fuck you so deep, you'll forget you were ever his."
He entered her in one swift thrust, filling her completely. Mary wrapped her legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust as they fucked with a primal urgency.
"Does it feel that good? So good you're shaking under me. Tell me? Did my son make you feel this good on your wedding night with him?", Henry said his voice thick with satisfaction and dark amusement.
"Only you… no one else… has ever made me feel like this… I… I didn't know it could be like this…", Her voice fragile and trembling, barely audible between soft gasps.
Henry groaned pleased with her words. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their release. Henry fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her ass as he drove deeper and deeper.
Mary came again, her pussy clenching around him as she screamed her pleasure. Henry followed soon after, filling her with his seed as he roared her name.
They lay tangled together, their bodies spent and sated. But Henry wasn't done yet. He spent the rest of the night fucking her in every corner of the room, on every piece of furniture.
As the sun began to rise, they lay in each other's arms, their bodies exhausted but content. Henry looked down at Mary, his heart swelling with love and lust.
"I've waited a long time for this, my queen," he murmured, kissing her gently.
"And it was worth every moment," Mary replied, a satisfied smile on her face.
They fell asleep in each other's arms, their bodies entwined as they began their new life together. And as they slept, the castle around them continued to whisper and judge, but they didn't care. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.