Author's Note: If you are an historian especially of the Medieval Period of Europe and the Middle East please do be aware that I have taken some serious liberties with all sorts of things, especially the time the story is set in, the people, the battle tactics and the politics so please accept this as a work of complete and utter fiction and not a new and butchered version of Medieval history. Thanx
And if you are confused about some of my character's names, my apologies. A sharp eyed reader pointed out to me the error of my ways. Lady Jessica in part 1 became Lady Jennifer in part 2 and will remain Lady Jennifer hereinafter. It all comes from writing more than one story at a time. Sorry.
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Lady Judy's funeral is a sombre affair. To my surprise it is attended by many from the farming community and only now do I get an idea of how well respected she had been. Lady Esme, my soon to be wife did not attend excusing herself for health reasons, but I suspect that she did not want to acknowledge Lady Judy as a force in my life. She also may have been relieved that her child would be my first born removing any chance of a challenger to her child's inheritance. The surprise attendee was Lady Jennifer and her retinue. Wearing the finest silks and satins of deepest, darkest black she swept into my home, demanding to be given "suitable lodgings".
My grief for Lady Judy and our child was still very raw so I wasn't a particularly gracious host.
"What do you consider "suitable" my lady?"
She turned around as if to snarl back at me, but somehow the movement softened, her face softened and she took me in her arms.
"Sorry! That was insensitive!"
She holds me at arms length.
"I hear Lady Esme is too ill to attend which is sensible considering her condition. In that case I will happily share your bed if needs be." and a wicked smile lights up her face.
And then she softly whispers "I have missed your gorgeous cock. You've been gone from court and from my pussy for far too long."
How can a man resist such an apology? I certainly couldn't.
"You will be provided with the best quarters available. The only downside of those rooms is that they are adjacent to mine and even worse still they have an inter-leading door into my quarters. You can of course lock the door. I will have a key sent up."
"Thank you. But I am sure I am quite safe without needing to lock the door to prevent you invading my privacy."
With that she smiles politely and one of the servants leads her up to the rooms that will be Lady Esme's when we are married.
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Bishop Robert officiates at the funeral, says kind words about Lady Judy and we finally lay her to rest in the family graveyard. The decision to bury her in the family graveyard was mine. Lady Esme objected strongly.
"How can you bury that woman in our family graveyard. She was a slut. Everyone knew that. You fucked her regularly. Got her pregnant too."
I noted that my family graveyard had changed to our graveyard and I remembered my father's love of Lady Judy, how she had tended to him as he grew ill and how she had spoken so fondly of him even in his last days when he was old and feeble. Something deep inside me rebelled.
"I have seen women who sold their bodies on the streets of Jerusalem tend dying soldiers with no expectation of any reward, I had common soldiers who stood by my side when they need not have done and I have had men who thought themselves my betters slink away when the going got tough. I learned to measure people by their loyalty and their love. And Lady Judy? She qualifies in both criteria."
Lady Esme opens her mouth to object, takes one look at my face and hurries out of the room. It will take some time for her to start talking to me again.
I sleepwalk through funeral and the waking so I am really glad when the last person leaves and I can slink away to bed. I cannot enter Lady Judy's room as it has too many memories so I go to my bedroom and collapse in a chair looking out over the wheat fields that Judy had improved so well. Finally I cannot bear my company any more and I open the inter-leading door. Lady Jennifer is sitting on a settle staring out the window when I enter.
"I wondered how long it would take for you to come through. Loneliness bites hard doesn't it? Being newly bereaved myself..."
She leaves the sentence unfinished and doesn't look at me as she says this leaving me with the question. Is she joking or serious? It was me after all who killed her husband. I stand and look at her wondering about who and what she really is. Esme said Jennifer was the queen's closest confidant which makes her dangerous company and, if the plot for me to kill of her husband came from the king then I am way out of my depth.
"Oh! Do sit down! You are blocking my view and," her she pauses "And you are tempting me to take you to bed immediately despite the message I have for you."
She slaps her hand on the settle and, more from exhaustion than anything else I collapse next to her.
"Good! Now listen. I assume we can talk without being overheard?"
I nod and turn to look at her properly and close up. Her scent hits me like a wave, I reach out and touch her naked neck, her cheek and then her mouth.
"Stop it! We need to talk."
I am tired of talk, I am tired of conspiracies and I suddenly find I need a fuck. My cock is hard and just waiting to plunge itself into a woman. I need a woman, any woman, preferably the closest woman and Lady Jennifer is the closest woman. She is also Esme's friend, the queen's closest confidant and pretty likely the kings lover and adviser. Dangerous but immediately available, so before she can object I pick her up, dump her on the bed, flick her skirts up over her face and bury my face in her pussy.
"Oh. You bastard! I should have known you would do this."
"You are hot and wet. You knew this was going to happen."
Before she can answer I slide up her body and bury my cock in her mouth. She takes my cock in both hands and strokes it, firmly keeping me trapped in her mouth. She is expert at it and soon I lose control, thrusting into her mouth until I cum. As I cum I find myself shouting.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" until there is nothing left in me, physically, mentally or emotionally. Jennifer holds me, strokes me, comforts me until I start to surface, then.
"Now you definitely owe me. Eat my pussy. I need to cum, a lot."
What's a man to do? I go down on her, I taste her perfect musky juices as they flow out of her. My fingers find her g-spot and I massage that trigger point till she is writhing thrashing and demanding I mount her, which I do and we ride each other to an earth shattering cumming.
"Now. Having gotten that out of the way" Jennifer leaning on her elbow and looking down at me "We need to talk seriously."
"What do we need to talk about?"
"The queen will be attending your wedding."
"Oh! And the king?"
"Off on a hunting expedition, up north with Lord David of Sutchcliff. You didn't expect him for your wedding did you?"
"No. And if truth be told, I did not expect Queen Alice either."
"Queen Alice has a soft spot for you. She will be arriving a day before your wedding and Lady Esme recommends that you house her in what is to be her room when you are married."
"It is this room and you are aware that there is an interleading door?"
"Lady Esme did mention it, so don't go wandering through late at night expecting sex or something like that. Unless you are invited of course. As I say, she does have a rather soft spot for you and you might just get lucky, or unlucky if the king finds out."
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With just over a week to go to my wedding I leave the organisation to Esme, Jennifer and Cook and head off to St Anne's convent to fulfil Judy's request. The convent is a ramshackle affair crouching on the edge of a cold and inhospitable marsh which matches the the reception I get when I ask to speak to the Abbess. After waiting a long while an old bent woman shuffles into the waiting room.
"Sister Rebecca. Who are you?"
