Arranged Marriage

Special (warning: smut)

With the utmost care Baldwin puts down lady (Y/N) on the edge of the canopy bed and not breaking their firm embrace, he leans his forehead against her own before both of them recline on a velvety blanket. ''(Y/N), my dearest (Y/N).'' - purrs Baldwin, bending over his reposing wife, who trails her palm along his broad chest up to the robe's collar to play with its golden buttons. The hem of his silk veil slides from his shoulders to ring the queen's head like a tent sheltering the travelers from the perils of a fickle weather. Gazing avidly, the king adds lasciviously: ''I can't resist you anymore.'' Before she could respond, Baldwin eagerly presses the silver mask's lips to his wife's jawline, forcing so lady (Y/N) to vaguely raise her chin and that way expose her neck to him. Feeling as Baldwin is brushing it with his masked mouth until he reaches her collarbone, lady (Y/N) bits her lower lip to restrain herself from panting. A pleasant shiver runs down her spin when the king's hot breath tickles her soft skin with his each one peck on her uncovered shoulder. Baldwin suddenly halts only to whisper affectionately into her ear: ''Before I move any further I need to know if you want this.''

''Baldwin...'' - utters feebly lady (Y/N) when a chilly metal's surface dabs her earlobe. ''I want you.''

''(Y/N), I warn you, don't temp me because I won't be able to stop.''

''Then don't stop.''

Satisfied with the answer, Baldwin wraps his arms around lady (Y/N)'s waist to lift her and subsequently he sits up with the queen on his lap. Not interrupting her passionate kissing, he precipitately takes off his belts to sloppily throw them away. Just as his wife draws back to take a suggestive glance at him as if speechlessly encouraging the king to make the next move, Baldwin abruptly tears off the upper part of her chemise and feasts his ardent eyes upon her bare bosom.

''Do you enjoy the view?'' - asks flippantly the queen when her husband closes the gap between them.

''More than you think. Now lie back, my dear.'' - demands Baldwin, whose thumb is already playing with her nipple. Lady (Y/N) complies with his request and lounging on the pile of fluffy pillows to better present her bust, she watches the king nimbly removing an outer raiment but not the face cover. The moment Baldwin buries his face in her cleavage, she lets out a faint sigh of pleasure. His right hand then moves down her underbelly to her most sensitive spot between her thighs.

''Baldwin-, mhmph! What are you-, ah, doing? Ah!'' Lady (Y/N) can't help but gasp when his titillating index finger finds its way into a hole, wedging in to whirl there. ''Please wait...'' - she pleads as his gloved fingers keep exploring her intimate parts. ''Let me take it from here.'' Enticingly beaming, lady (Y/N) raises to her feet in front of the king, who to her surprise puts on his loosely tailored cloak. Nevertheless, with his unclad torso and a gold cross necklace glistening on it he looks truly breathtakingly. ''Are you afraid of catching cold, my love?''

''Not exactly. Last night mysteriously resulted in a few scratches on my back. My physicians even thought that I fought with a lioness.'' The mere mention makes him chuckle and after a short pause he continues with a smirk: ''But let's come straight to the point now. Let me see what my illustrious queen has to offer.''

Lady (Y/N) then lets the rest of her attire slip down to unveil her denuded body illuminated in the moonlight and dim candlelight. Step by step the queen gingerly approaches the lost for words king clearly enraptured with the beguiling sight and nestles up to him. Aroused by the hard bulge under her bottom, she begins her ride, moving back and forth while gently rubbing his member for a while. But Baldwin can't contain his desire any longer and rapidly grabs his wife's hips to bring her down under him. In a rush he pulls down his pants and next splits her legs wide enough to ensconce himself between them.

''What are you waiting for?'' - questions him despite her strangled voice lady (Y/N) when Baldwin hasn't gone into action yet but just stares pensively at her nudity.

''You look stunning.'' - contemplates intrigued Baldwin as he proceeds with shoving his manhood inside her.

The queen digs her nails into a sheet and groans in ecstasy, about to reach her peak. ''Baldwin!''

''My dear, you'll wake up the entire castle if you keep moaning like this.'' But lady (Y/N) moans even louder when his thrusts become more rapid and deeper. Reveled in observing her elated facial expression and bouncing breasts' curves, the mask-less now king inclines to nibble and suck them lingeringly, while his beloved is taking a glimpse through the opened window at the clear starry sky. A falling star flies by right when Baldwin ejaculates. The final act has been done. Yet, he doesn't think of ending this enjoyment soon.

Having lost track of the time, Baldwin satiates his thirst for love until concerned with the copulation duration lady (Y/N) intervenes: ''My love, don't you feel exhausted?''

''Quite the opposite, I'm more relaxed. I hope my beautiful queen is not tired yet?''

''No, of course no. It's just I wouldn't want to overtire your body.''

''Do not worry, my dearest (Y/N).'' - says fondly Baldwin with a warm smile. ''This is a pure bliss in comparison to many arduous challenges I've come through before.'' He thereafter leaves a peck on her forehead and with the last push finishes the coitus. ''It'll be dawning soon. We shall take some rest now.'' Cuddling each other, Baldwin keeps his loved one in a secure hold as if afraid phantom foes were lurking in the shadows to snatch the lady away from him. With utmost delicacy he strokes lady (Y/N)'s slightly pink cheek. ''(Y/N)...''

''My beautiful Baldwin.'' - mutters dreamily lady (Y/N), snuggling closer to the king, and soon she falls asleep in his warm clasp.