After a few weeks Harold found it easy to be inspired by both women. He became able to make Sarah have a climax, then mount the queen and give her a climax, and finally cumming himself. It had become so pleasurable that Harold imagined he could grow accustomed to the idea of regularly having sex with two women at once. He'd done that a few times when he was a young man visiting Madame Alice's brothel, and he'd forgotten how pleasurable the experience could be.
Everything changed when the doctor announced that Alana was pregnant. She was overjoyed when Harold ordered her released from the tower. The queen returned to her former chambers, where her servants prepared hot baths and delivered finer meals than she'd enjoyed since the unpleasantness began. Alana's long confinement gave her an appreciation of the many luxuries and blessings from her previous life. Being able to stroll through the gardens, enjoying the air, sunshine and open spaces, filled her with a satisfaction she'd never known so well.
It was noticed that Sarah regularly visited with Queen Alana, inquiring about her health and watching happily as her belly grew large. "That woman might be a saint after all," Sir Robert quipped. "The Lord would have us forgive, but few could ever forgive the kinds of wrongs Queen Alana inflicted on Lady Sarah. Seeing their rapprochement restores my faith."
The queen carried the baby for the full nine months, going into labor shortly after breakfast on the day she gave birth. It made King Harold dreadfully nervous; he could never forget the painful memories of his first wife's death during childbirth. But Queen Alana had the kind of wide hips that are perfect for delivering healthy babies, and by early evening there was an announcement that a new prince named Phillip was born.
It was a boy! An heir! A crown prince who could make real the dreams of his grandfathers! He was born to wear the crown of two kingdoms! God's blessing had returned!
Bells rang all over Middlebury, where it seemed that every subject was celebrating Phillip's birth. "The Curse of the Queen is broken!" proclaimed the revelers who drank an ocean of ale that night. People had grown tired of feeling ill will toward Queen Alana, and news that she'd given them an heir to the throne softened hearts that had been hardened more than a year earlier.
"This is because of you," Harold said to Sarah. "It's thanks to you that I have a healthy infant son."
"Why does everyone give me credit I do not deserve?!" Sarah said. "I am quite sure that it's you who did the deed. I can't make a woman pregnant. My anatomy is not suitable for that. Your mother should have explained this when you were a boy, Harold."
The king laughed. He'd been doing that a lot in recent months. "What you did to my cock reminds me of the story of how Our Lord brought Lazarus back from the dead," Harold said.
"Comparing me to our savior is sacrilege," Sarah said. "Go to your priest and confess your sins. It shouldn't take more than a few weeks."
The thing that was truly miraculous was the change that overcame the king's heart in the weeks after Phillip's birth. He spent long hours in his queen's chambers, holding their baby and watching as Alana hugged, caressed and nursed him. The queen looked so angelic and pure during these moments that Harold found he could no longer harbor the ill feelings he'd experienced since the attack on Sarah. Many weeks later, when Alana resumed sexual relations with her husband, Harold was able to do his duty without help from Sarah. It would be hard to say whether it was the king or the queen who were happier about this unexpected outcome.
"My hunger for you has grown, husband," Alana said one afternoon when the king had come for their daily dalliance. "The doctor says that's normal for a woman after she's given birth."
"There's nothing remotely normal about these breasts, wife," Harold said. "They are magnificent. They suckle my son and provide endless pleasure for me. If I was a poet, the whole kingdom would know of my love for your beautiful breasts."
"The only person who needs to know that is me," Alana said, guiding one nipple to Harold's lips.
He kissed, sucked and nibbled on her breasts, then kissed his way down her belly as he spread her legs. Harold started eating his queen's pussy during the final months of her pregnancy, when the doctor advised against having full relations. They'd both enjoyed it so much that the king continued this practice after his wife gave birth. As their fondness for each other flowered, both Harold and Alana began enjoying sex more deeply than ever before. It was noted that the queen often cried out in pleasure during the afternoon visits of her husband, and that Sarah made similar sounds each night when Harold joined her in bed.
The king began kissing the inside of Alana's knees, working slowly as he went higher. Her pussy was hot and wet long before Alana felt Harold's tongue caress her most private place. With practice, Harold discovered he could use his mouth to force Alana to climax, then do it again with his cock.
"Ohhhhh . . . husband!"
Alana moaned as he licked up and down the length of her warm, pink slit. She jumped each time she felt his tongue on her clit. At length Harold dipped one finger inside her. He added a second finger, moving in and out as he continued to suck and lick her little button. Harold had recently discovered that massaging Alana's tiny brown butthole added to her pleasure, so he began giving attention to her clit, pussy, and anus all at the same time.
Harold felt Alana's pussy begin to throb as her climax began. She tossed her head back and forth as she wailed in ecstasy. They could barely remember that there had been a time when Harold could not summon the necessary passion to do his duty.
He let Alana relax for a long moment. Her pussy was always very tender and sensitive after she climaxed, and it took a few seconds before he could touch her without causing discomfort. Harold used the time to climb up Alana's body and place the head of his cock at her entrance.
Alana craved the feeling of her husband's cock. "Give it to me. Please," she said at length.
Harold pushed the head of his cock forward slightly, pressing inside just a fraction of an inch. He withdrew, then pushed in again, going just a tiny bit deeper. This was Alana's favorite part. She loved the sensation she felt each time Harold made her ready for full, powerful relations. It had taken a few weeks, but Alana had recovered enough that her pussy was almost as tight as before she'd given birth. Harold couldn't notice a difference, but sex felt better to Alana, who imagined that her body had conformed to the shape and size of his cock.
It seemed to take forever as Harold pressed deeper and deeper into her pussy. She tilted her pelvis upward as Harold's cock pushed down, instinctively moving the way men and women have always moved when they give each other pleasure. Alana felt no urgency to cum again because she'd just had a very satisfying climax, but Harold had become so excited by the act of eating his wife's pussy that he was beginning to lose control of himself. He went deeper and deeper, moving faster and faster, and at length he was balls-deep inside his queen. She felt the head of his cock gently kiss her cervix, giving her a wonderful feeling of fullness.
As the seconds ticked past, Harold's movements got faster. More frantic. It was clear to Alana that her husband was becoming so excited by her that he was losing control of himself. As good as everything felt, the most thrilling thing for the queen was this clear evidence of Harold's fierce ardor. It had taken a long time to develop, and Alana felt a deep satisfaction when it became evident.
It was so satisfying that Alana felt another climax growing inside her. She cried out, calling Harold's name and begging him to keep doing what he was doing. Her first climax had been powerful, but the second was even stronger. It went on, and on, and on, and before it could fully conclude she felt Harold's climax begin. Alana's pussy was still throbbing when she felt Harold's cock filling her again and again.
He stayed on top of her for a long time afterward, kissing her gently on every part of her face. Her lips. Cheeks. Eyelids. Forehead. Chin. Up and down her neck. They were both powerfully aware that their relationship had started badly, and they appreciated that things had changed so much between them.
The king had to leave Alana's chambers eventually. Sir Robert had arranged a meeting between Harold and the kingdom's largest cattlemen. Everyone was still recovering from last year's meager harvest, and there was not enough grain to feed all the livestock. Sir Robert had calculated how large the herds could be, and the king had agreed to tell each farmer how many animals they must slaughter to insure that there was enough grain to feed the people. He hoped to mollify the farmers by announcing his plan to open a meat preserving facility intended to keep it from going to waste. There was a plan to promote the consumption of organ meats; the farmers would profit if they could find more buyers for the tongue, heart, liver and kidneys, and meals of that sort could help feed Harold's subjects. The king's chef developed recipes that made good use of organ meats.
King Harold was so happy about the birth of his son Phillip, and the delightful increase of his feelings for Alana, that he seemed distracted during the meeting with the cattlemen. The smile on his face seemed out of place in a session where so many serious concerns were addressed. Sir Robert knew why the king was so preoccupied, and he made sure to take the initiative to accomplish the things the meeting was intended to resolve.
By the end, each farmer put his mark on a document spelling out how many heads of cattle they must butcher and how many they could grow. The king signed the document and forced himself to spend a few minutes talking to the men and thanking them for their cooperation in leading the kingdom through a challenging time.
But what the king was mainly thinking about was how blessed he was to enjoy such fond relations with two desirable women. He went to bed with both of them most days, but they never expressed feelings of jealousy. So much unpleasantness had transpired that both women found it easy to enjoy their many blessings without complaint.
That evening King Harold went to Lady Sarah's chamber after hearing the doctor warn him that it was the time of the month when the risk of pregnancy was highest. Harold was advised to avoid doing anything that could cause the conception of another child that could not be carried to term. The last time that happened both Sarah and Harold had been so saddened that they henceforth found it easy to resist temptations.
But that didn't mean they weren't able to enjoy other kinds of closeness. Their intimacies began with passionate kisses that accompanied the slow, gentle process of removing each other's clothing. They were both fully aroused by the time their clothes were completely off, and their hands wandered all over each other's naked bodies.
King Harold was hard as iron by the time Sarah sank to her knees and took him into her mouth. He'd cleaned himself carefully. The king realized that Sarah understood he was working to get the queen pregnant again, and that they tried almost every day. Still, Harold didn't want Sarah to suck his cock and taste the queen's pussy. Instead, all Sarah could detect was the clean, meaty flavor that was natural to the king, accompanied by the faint fragrance of soap. She enjoyed the taste of Harold's cock, and was glad that it was just the right size to fit perfectly in her mouth.
Harold had learned long ago that Sarah's cocksucking skills were impressive. She was almost as good as the whores he'd known at Madame Alice's brothel, and those women had much more experience sucking all manner of dicks. Sarah knew exactly how to use her lips, tongue and hands to maximum benefit. She regularly looked into Harold's eyes, and she had a charming way of smiling at him even when his cock was between her lips.
He caressed her cheeks and hair as she moved up and down. It didn't matter that he'd climaxed just a few hours earlier with the queen. Sarah easily brought him to the edge of another orgasm, then kept him there for several long moments so he could savor the feeling. She finally pushed him over the edge, feeling him shoot his cum down her throat. She always sucked a little harder each time Harold's cock throbbed, making him feel equal parts satisfied and drained.
Sucking Harold off never failed to produce a powerful hunger in Sarah's loins. She knew that Harold liked to eat her pussy at such times because all that cocksucking made her unusually hot, wet, and fragrant. He lifted her by the shoulders, laid her back on the bed, and went straight to work. Harold had a delightful way of showing that he believed Sarah's pleasure was every bit as important as his own. The truth was that Harold enjoyed nothing more than seeing Sarah writhe on the bed in the throes of a powerful climax. He'd become very good at making that happen.
" . . . yes . . . do that . . . there . . . yes . . ."
Sarah said as she felt the king's tongue and lips between her legs. She was already so aroused that Harold could have made her climax quickly if that's what he wanted. But that is not what he wanted. The king loved seeing Sarah squirming in response to the ways he worked on her as he repeatedly brought her to the edge of a climax, then backing off before she could cum.
