"May I present my niece, Princess Margaret."
Margaret took a small step forward, her eyes cast downward, and bowed deeply to King Hugo. By this evening they would be wed. "I hope she is to your liking," her uncle said.
"Indeed, and I to her."
She lifted her eyes and met his. Large, chestnut eyes gazed back at her, "you are even more lovely than your portrait Princess." A flush came over her cheeks and across her chest.
Within hours they were wed and sat alone in his bedchamber with their third glasses of wine in hand.
"I know you're a virgin, but have you explored your body yourself?" he asked.
"Only a little. I've felt the wetness between my legs before. Touched it a little, but I kept myself intact for you."
He grinned a little. She was 3 and 20 and he was only a little older than her, but he was still surprised by her lack of knowledge when it came to pleasure. He would be happy to be the first and only one to show her.
His eyes dropped to her wine stained lips. She felt his hand glide across her leg as their lips met. This was different from their first kiss at the altar. It stirred the place between her legs. Wrapping her arms around his neck she let him explore her body with his hands, pulling her on top of him.
He rocked her hips against him and a hardness grew against her vulva. He broke away from her lips and started down her neck before taking one of her nipples into his mouth, only the fabric of her under dress separating his tongue from her hardened nipple.