In the coming weeks, Lothar and I had grown closer together; we were inseparable. He would sit at my feet in the throne room as I counselled my people, fetched whatever I wanted. He'd learnt to pleasure me, wherever and whenever I wanted, dropping to his knees with his mouth wide open for me.
We were sat together in my quarters, in front of the fire, him sitting between my legs with his eyes on me. I stared into the fire, squinting, thinking hard enough to forget he was there. He sighed, running his hand across my chest, burying his fingers in my hair.
"Sire, what troubles you?" He asked, pouting, trying his hardest to gain my attention. I furrowed my brow, pursing my lips, watching the flames as I thought out my troubles.
"Sire." His hand wandered down to my crotch, playing with my cock, knowing that that would rouse me from my.
"Everything troubles me." I stroked his head, squeezing his cheek. I lifted his chin up, tracing his lip with my thumb, he sucked on it. "Perhaps you can help me, and perhaps I will reward you." I smirked, he rolled his eyes.
"I need a successor. I would like one to arrive sooner, rather than later. I have no inclination whatsoever to have relations with a woman, but, I must in order to get my heir," I guided his soft hand, up and down, "I have been sent portraits of many young women, yet there are none that I wish to choose."
"Let me help you. I can help you choose." He cooed, licking his lips. I leaned down to kiss him, breathing out heavily as his hands worked their magic. "If I might add two new damsels into your roster. You have two princesses sitting idle in your dungeon, you will be pleased to know that neither desire to be wed. They wish to join the convent on the outskirts of the city. They will be out of your hair, yet ready to serve you whenever you want." He said.
"I suppose that that would be a quicker way. I need not wait for some young woman to be shipped across the sea."
He smiled as I pinned him to the ground, he cackled, tightly wrapping his legs around my waist, my hips bucking gently. I liked to tease him, give him the false sense of hope that I was finally going to take him; I had already decided that tonight was the night. I had been holding in my urges, gaining his trust, earning his loyalty; he was mine, and mine to use whenever I felt like it. "I have a proposition for you." I said, planting kisses across his bare skin.
"Go ahead." His voice was breathy, my kisses sucking it from him with, he squirmed beneath me.
"Open your legs for me tonight, and I will have Burchard purchase that horse you wanted."
"The sickly one tied to the post outside?" He asked, squinting.
"The very one."
