Chapter 16: Royal needs
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"C'mon! For fucks sake!" Margaret hissed.
Her hands cramped up again and the fatigue from her powerful strokes shot.
through her jiggling body. She furiously went up and down her throbbing mast, but she knew her gargantuan tool would win the battle of attrition against the rest of her body -- again.
"Not another night like this," the blonde growled.
The soreness in her wrists almost eclipsed the all-consuming rigidness of her angrily protesting member. Somehow it managed to get even more erect this night.
An almost impossible feat considering yesterday's exhausting but fruitless masturbation marathon.
This could not go on for much longer. Not if Margaret wanted to keep her sanity. She couldn't get her head off her overly engorged tool, not that the sight of such a massive pole was beneficial in calming her growing sexual frustration in the slightest.
She didn't fare much better throughout the day as well. She noticed her focus and thoughtfulness slip time and time again. Which was certainly the last thing she could afford in the early days of her reign.
"What would I give for you being here," she sighed and fell back in her bed.
Alexia's image flashed before her eyes. How she cried out of pure happiness when she got told that she will be a mother soon. A soothing thought and one that managed the impossible -- make Margaret forget about her raging hard-on for a few moments.
Her hand rested on her soft stomach on a quest to find any signs of her early pregnancy. She knew it was way too early for that, but one could hope. It will be a delightful day when she'd finally discovered the definitive proof of life growing inside her she thought with a worn-out smile.
Margaret's sleep deprivation might have become a blessing in disguise though. Wouldn't it have been for her pent-up frustration; she would probably lament the current turn of events and overthink her next steps even more than she already did. Instead, she felt her uptight muscles slowly relax and her eye lids grow increasingly heavier. Almost there ... just a few more minutes ... and then...
A loud knock erupted at the door. One that dragged Margaret back into reality regardless of how much she tried to hold on to the taste of rest she just felt.
She growled angrily and tugged her pillow onto her face in an attempt to shield her from the disturbance coming from her door, but to no avail.
"My king. I heard you are awake. You might want to open your highness," a familiar, mature voice called on the other side of the wooden door to Margaret's childhood bedroom.
"I am... and I will attain to all urgent things after sunrise," Margaret hissed on the verge of snapping for good.
The last remnants of her composure threatened to break by the sheer audacity of someone disturbing her in the middle of the night. And even eavesdropping from outside her bedroom as it seemed.
"Your highness. I was told this was urgent. And it could not wait one more night," the voice said.
Margaret gestured wildly and flung her pillow halfway across her bedroom in a silent explosion of rage.
"Give me a moment to get dressed," she then eventually muttered.
A part of her just wanted to rage. To shout and order her guards to remove this intruder. But she also realised no one would disturb her like this without a good reason.
She cursed silently while slipping naked into her coat of ermine and fox fur. Getting into her gown would take too long and frankly she didn't feel like someone could even expect her to be properly dressed in the middle of the night.
Margaret gritted her teeth and swallowed the last traces of her fury before opening the door.
She perked an eyebrow when she saw who stood at the other end of the entrance.
A woman she "adored" a lot when growing up, especially throughout her early teenage years. A woman who was the only one allowed to took care of her mothers "needs" when one of them wasn't in the palace -- a prestigious position and probably the one envied the most throughout the palace. The type of woman that aged like fine wine and despite hitting her mid-forties didn't lose any of her attractiveness. Some aspects of her seemed to only grow bigger with age. The royal concubine ... and one of Margaret's earliest crushes.
"You know what time it is, Helena? I hope you got a good reason for disturbing me this late," Margaret said.
"I have my king. And I apologize for my sudden visit. I wouldn't have knocked if I didn't hear you being awake and in need," the curvy brunette said in her typical silky voice.
"So, you were listening. You know there is a thing called privacy, even for kings. I hope you realize that," Margaret said.
"I do, my king. But dare I say I know when a king requires some special help... and got some special needs," Helena said and instinctively pushed her more than sizable chest forward.
The overly agitated, constantly aroused part of Margaret rejoiced in need when hearing her childhood crush openly suggest such "help". But Margaret's more adult and composed site was fuelled with nothing but anger over such a cheap attempt to seduce her.
"Already, Helena? It's been like a day since I took over and you are already planning to replace my mothers with me? Correct me if I am wrong, but I thought your connection with them was stronger," Margaret hissed.
Helena's face darkened for a brief moment before regaining her almost unnatural composure. If there was one person, Margaret couldn't even imagine being angry it would be the busty brunette. Her usual smirk returned onto her seasoned lips and she rested both hands on her tight-fitting coat.
"My king. I am not here to charm you or benefit from your neglected needs. And neither am I betraying Ana nor Euridike. I just realise how much the crown weighs on even the strongest of souls and offer moments of relief and joy so you can attain your role as king with a clear and sharp mind. Many lives rely upon that if I might add," Helena said.
Margaret sighed and leaned into the doorframe. Her smirk grew wider as she shook her head.
"You know, that sounds exactly like I just said. Just covered up with big words to hide the fact that it is still an attempt to seduce me," Margaret said.
"Then let me rephrase that, my king. I served your mothers for many years. Even before they were bestowed with the burden you have to deal with from now on. And I consider them much more than just part of my profession. I might have been one of the few who could ever call kings and queens their true friends. And I don't plan on changing that during your reign, Margaret."
The blonde chuckled knowingly and couldn't hide her annoyance.
