In the heart of the kingdom, King Henry, a man of insatiable desires, ruled with an iron fist and a heart full of lust. His eyes were set on Crown Princess Mary, the newly wedded bride of his son, Prince Edward. Mary was a vision of beauty, her radiant smile and curvaceous figure captivated the king, stirring a hunger within him that he could no longer suppress.
Henry, always one to take what he wanted, devised a plan to send his son to the distant battlefields, ensuring his demise. With Edward out of the way, Henry could finally have Mary all to himself. He justified his actions, believing that as king, he was entitled to anything and anyone he desired.
Mary, oblivious to Henry's schemes, often found herself the object of the king's affections. He would touch her without hesitation, his hands roaming her body, caressing her ass and holding her waist. Mary assumed it was simply a display of affection, unaware of the sinister intentions behind his touch.
When news of Edward's death reached the castle, Mary was devastated. She mourned the loss of her husband, her tears streaming down her face. Henry saw this as an opportunity and approached her, wiping away her tears. He whispered sweet words into her ear, his voice dripping with false sincerity.
"Mary, my dear," he cooed, "I know this is a difficult time, but I am here for you. You are not alone."
Mary looked up at him, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She knew that what Henry was suggesting was wrong, but she felt a strange comfort in his presence.
"Henry, this is not right," she protested weakly.
Henry's eyes darkened with desire. "No, Mary, It's right. It's meant to be," he replied, his voice full of feigned concern. "You will be the queen now. It is your duty to provide me with an heir. Your mother in law is old and ill. And who better to do that than the woman I have?" Mary felt a shiver run down her spine as Henry began to undress her, his hands moving with a practiced ease. She was helpless, her body betraying her as she felt a strange excitement building within her.
He took a moment to admire her, his eyes roaming over her curves before he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss. His hands roamed over her body, his fingers pinching her nipples, making her gasp.
Henry's lips trailed down her body, his tongue leaving a wet trail on her skin. His fingers traced the outline of her panties, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Such a pretty pussy," he murmured, his voice filled with lust. He pulled her panties down, his fingers brushing against her wet folds.
Mary gasped, her body arching towards his touch. Henry, his eyes filled with a wicked gleam, leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. Mary moaned, gasped, her body arching off the bed, her hands fisting in his hair as he devoured her, his tongue lapping at her wetness.
He licked and sucked, his tongue circling her clit, making her moan and writhe. He pushed her legs apart, his tongue delving deeper into her pussy. He ate her out like a man starved, his tongue fucking her pussy, his fingers playing with her ass.
Henry was relentless, his hunger driving him to push Mary's boundaries. He turned her around, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed her onto her hands and knees. He leaned down, his tongue circling her ass, making her gasp. He licked and sucked, his tongue pushing into her ass, making her moan and writhe. He lifted Mary onto the bed, her body trembling with anticipation. He positioned himself between her legs, his hard cock pressing against her entrance.
"Henry, please," Mary begged, her voice barely a whisper.
"Shh, my dear," Henry replied, "This is your duty. Embrace it."
With that, he pushed into her, his cock filling her pussy, making her gasp.
Henry fucked her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her ass as he pounded into her. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he fucked her. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in circles as he fucked her. Mary's body tensed, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
Henry's body tensed, his cock throbbing as he came, his hot cum filling her pussy. He pulled out, as Mary dropped onto the bed, his cum leaking out of her pussy, a creamy mess on the sheets. He leaned down, cupping her face, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss. "You're mine now, Mary," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
Mary looked at him, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. She had always thought of Henry as a kind and affectionate man, but she had never expected this. She had never expected to be fucked by him, to be taken by him. She had never expected to enjoy it.
Henry's plan had worked. He had manipulated her, taken advantage of her sorrow, and now she was his. He had fucked her, claimed her, and now she was his to do with as he pleased. He had won, and he knew it. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss, his hands roaming over her body, his fingers pinching her nipples, making her gasp. He was ready for round two, and he knew that Mary would be too. After all, she was his now, and he was going to make sure she knew it.