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Subject: {ASSM} Bedchamber (A Winter Solstice Story)
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This story is copyright (c) 2001. With all rights 
reserved. It may be posted to free sites as long as
no changes have been made to the story, and the 
author's name remains attached.
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Bedchamber (F/M-teen, wife, cheat, voy, preg)
By Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

Written especially for the 2001 Winter Solstice 
Orgy.

It was Solstice Eve, and Queen Genevieve had a 
headache. It had been a long day, and she wasn't 
really looking forward to the long tedious day that 
the Winter Solstice celebrations always turned out 
to be.

The festivals and late night feasting were always 
tiresome, all the peasants and noise that the 
celebrations allowed into the castle grounds, her 
head pounded with a sharp pain at the thought.

Queen Genevieve and her husband the King had opened 
the castle to an even wider range of people this 
year. Her husband's younger brother prince Charles 
was going away to fight in the holy lands and all 
of his men in arms and many of the lesser knights 
from surrounding shires were within the castles 
walls this night.

Genevieve had always liked the King's younger 
brother. He was almost fifteen years younger than 
the King, and always seemed so full of life. Ever 
since Genevieve had married into the royal family, 
prince Charles, even at the tinder age of ten had 
had a crush on her. She knew it, and subconsciously 
encouraged it.

Now that Charles was 18 and on his way to fight in 
the crusades, Genevieve would miss the extra 
attention she had become used to. 

-=*=-

The King had decided that the celebrations and 
feast should be the biggest and best ever. He had 
two reasons for this, one was that his brother was 
going away to unknown dangers, and the other was 
that his queen was suffering from a bought of 
depression.

They had been trying for almost two years to have a 
child with no success. Genevieve was 24 and more 
than ready to be pregnant. As a matter of fact, 
that was just about all she thought about nowadays. 
Ever since the royal physician told them that due 
to a childhood illness that it was unlikely that 
the King be able to make her with child, Genevieve 
had been obsessed over the fact that she was 
childless.

The King trusted his physician but cast around 
throughout his kingdom for other opinions and 
received many. He took special potions and wore 
amulets to ward off evil spirits. But so far all to 
no avail.

The King was upset by this turn of events, but when 
his trusted physician suggested more frequency in 
their copulation, he soon felt well compensated. He 
always enjoyed his young wife's lush body, her 
thick dark hair, and sparkling green Irish eyes. 
Now with her new need she was pulling him into her 
bedchambers for sex at all hours, and he enjoyed it 
greatly.

-=*=-

"Your Majesty, would you please see the noble 
knights now? They await your grace," the court 
magistrate announced. The magistrate couldn't know 
that his King had just been invited to his Queen's 
bedchamber for a little baby making session.

The King sighed and turned to his queen, "Gene, 
I'll be back in a bit, I guess I should take care 
of this, after all they leave in a week for the 
dangers of the holy war. I suppose I shouldn't keep 
them waiting." It was 10 o'clock, only two hours 
until Winter Solstice Day feast began. 

Genevieve watched her husband get up and head after 
his Magistrate. An idle thought crossed her mind as 
she watched them walk away. She wondered, 'What 
would the old white haired Magistrate think if he 
knew that his King had a raging hard-on as he 
weaved his way through the crush of guests?'

She smiled to herself, because she had been the 
cause of it. And giving him a hand job through the 
pocket of his trousers had been as much fun for her 
as for him. 

"Your Majesty, a pence for your thoughts?" Prince 
Charles plopped down beside his sister-in-law. 
"Looks like His Majesty was having fun over here!"

Genevieve's face turned bright red, and she felt a 
lump forming in her throat. "What do you mean?" she 
asked, hoping that Charles had meant something 
else.

"I just hope when I get married, I find someone 
half as pleasing as you. My brother better 
appreciate you as much as you deserve." Charles 
said as he nudged her shoulder and gave a knowing 
wink.

Genevieve cleared her throat nervously and tried to 
change the subject. "Are you ready for your voyage 
Charles? You will take care of yourself won't you?"

Taking pity on his pretty sister in-law, prince 
Charles decided to let her guide the conversation. 
"Yes, never fear, I have a brave enough fighting 
force to survive just about anything. I'm actually 
looking forward to it. The sun will be a nice 
change, and maybe I'll come home all darkly tanned 
like a Saracen warrior. I'd look nice with a tan 
don't you think?"

Genevieve momentarily envisioned the young man 
naked on her bed. For a moment she could see his 
well-muscled body all tan and hard. For a fleeting 
instant in her minds eye she could see his young 
manhood rising into a smooth mahogany pole, 
expanding... glistening... throbbing.

"... Hey, a pence for your thoughts!" Charles said 
once again as his pretty sister in-law sat 
motionless beside him with a far away look on her 
face.

The Queen's face turned even a brighter shade of 
red as she realized that Charles was looking into 
her eyes with a strange inviting smile on his 
handsome face. 

She realized what he must have been thinking. Here 
she was; she'd just given her husband the King a 
hand job almost in public, and when asked what she 
thought about his future tan, 'well... she'd just 
been aroused by her husband, nothing to feel guilty 
about,' she thought.

Never the less, Genevieve said quickly, "Charles 
please don't tease me. I'm going to rest for a 
little while. Will you tell the King to come up and 
wake me before the midnight festivities? I think 
I've had a little too much to drink and need a lay 
down."

"Yes, I'll send him up to you as soon as I see 
him." Charles smiled knowingly.

-=*=-

Her chambers were warm and snug with fires burning 
cheerily in the warming hearths and no one was 
about so everything was quiet. Just what Genevieve 
needed.

The Queen sat for a moment at her dressing table 
and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She 
couldn't see any difference in her appearance. She 
looked the same as she always had, no older than 
when she was still living at home in Nottingforthe 
with her parents.

Even at 24 she felt that she could pass for 18 and 
get away with it. She had one of those petite 
bodies with enough flesh on it to keep her girlish 
figure, which she had until recently taken very 
good care of. 

With a sigh, she finally stood and stepped over to 
a table with a dark wooden box on it. She opened 
the box and removed a flask.

The court Physician had made her a potion for her 
ever-increasing headaches, it always made her feel 
calmer and her pain would invariably go away a 
short time after taking the medicine.

She took her customary two swallows and put the 
flask back into the box. Standing in the semi-
darkness of her bedchamber, Genevieve longed for 
her husband. The alcohol that she'd drunk earlier, 
and now the fast acting drug she'd just swallowed 
were making her feel sexy all over.

Frustrated and even more depressed Genevieve lay 
down on her bed and as she drifted off, the vague 
worry about waking in time for the midnight 
celebration flitted though her mind...

-=*=-

Genevieve's eyes opened lazily as a hand sailed 
down between her legs. She realized that the hand 
must have been there for a while because she could 
feel the familiar slickness of her own lubricants 
on the massaging fingers.

Contentedly Genevieve turned over to face... 
Charles!!!

"What in heaven's name do you thing you're doing 
Charles!" Genevieve was wide-awake and angry.

"Genevieve..." Charles stammered. "God I'm sorry, I 
- I know you can destroy me for what I've done, but 
when I came in here to wake you, you just looked 
so... so very beautiful, I just couldn't help 
myself, I just had to... I - I guess I thought in 
the back of my mind. that we might make a deal 
between ourselves." 

Charles looked at her flashing eyes, then 
continued. "I know how much you and my brother the 
King have been trying to make an heir, and I saw 
how depressed you've been. I thought that maybe I 
could help."

"Get out of here Charles, and I'll try to forget 
that you were molesting your brother's wife. I 
don't know if I can, but I don't want to ruin your 
relationship with each other so I'll try."

Charles didn't get up to leave, in stead he said, 
"Gene, I'm a virgin, and you're without a baby. You 
want a child, and I don't want to still be a virgin 
when I become a crusader in the holy lands. The way 
I see it, we might be able to do something 
important for each other."

Genevieve sputtered for a moment, then finally 
gaining control of her voice she said, "I don't 
believe that you said that to me Charles, you know 
I love my husband and I would never consider 
cheating on him. Why are you doing this?"

"Because I love you Genevieve, and I love my 
brother too. He wants a baby just as much as you 
do, maybe more. What do you thing your chances are 
of having a child by him? Pretty much nil I'll bet. 
You know you couldn't get any closer to his 
bloodline than me, now could you?" Charles looked 
intently into Genevieve's wide green eyes as he 
reached out to touch her arm.

Genevieve didn't move as he touched her. She knew 
that she should slap him -- even get up and run to 
her husband and tell him everything, but she didn't 
move. Sitting there with her eyes locked to his, 
Genevieve considered what the young man had just 
said. She did want a child and heir, and it didn't 
look like her husband was going to give her one.

Genevieve flenched as she felt Charles' cool 
fingers slide down her arm. She looked down at the 
invading hand as it rubbed gently up and down her 
forearm. As if in a daze she accepted his touch and 
made no protest as he moved closer. 

Charles sensed that Genevieve might bolt if he 
moved too fast, but this was a moment he had 
dreamed about ever since he'd understood what sex 
was. His beautiful sister in-law had figured 
prominently in his masturbation fantasies all of 
his life. And here he was, through a fluke of good 
fortune, at the threshold of his brother's wife.

Charles moved up next to her and placed a tentative 
hand on her breast, then ran his hand down her 
stomach to her thigh, then back up again. 

Genevieve reached out and held his hand still. 
"Charles, I will lay with you, because I want a 
child, but I don't want to cheat on my husband. I 
would tell him, but I know he would never agree."

She also knew at that moment that there was more 
than just the need for a child and heir, she was 
and always had been attracted to her husband's 
younger brother.

As Genevieve lay back upon the bed and watched her 
soon to be lover striping out of his clothing she 
knew without a doubt that this would be an 
encounter that she would always vividly remember.

When the young prince had stripped completely naked 
he stood proudly beside her and she watched as his 
manhood came quickly to life.

Genevieve couldn't tear her eyes away from Charles' 
arousal, it was magnificent. He was magnificent. 
After years of being bedded by a man much older 
than herself, and having been a virgin when first 
she'd come to the King's bed she had never had 
anyone to compare her husband to before.

Young Charles stood before her as if her were a 
Greek God, hard and ready, so ready in fact that 
Genevieve quite naturally held open the covers so 
the young man could slip in beside her.

That simple invitation was all that was needed to 
get Charles going. He snuggled up next to Genevieve 
and let his hands roam over her body. The material 
of her nightgown did nothing to mask what was 
beneath.

And soon even that flimsy barrier was gone and the 
young man and his queen were lovers in the biblical 
sense.

As the two rutted away in magnificent passion 
totally lost to the world around them, a dark 
figure stood within the shadows and watched.

It was the King himself. He'd finally finished his 
duties in the great hall and had come up to be with 
his loving wife until the midnight celebrations. 
He'd been looking forward to another bout in bed 
with her.

As he stood in the shadows his mind churned in 
turmoil. His first emotion was shock, which quickly 
turned to anger. He was going to rush into the room 
and kill his brother, bash his head in. How dare he 
do this to the king!

But something deep down inside of him stayed his 
hand. He realized that what he was seeing aroused 
his lust. Watching his beautiful wife being taken 
by another man was somehow. exciting to him.

He stood fascinated as his young brother humped 
away at his wife. She in turn was moaning and 
thrusting back at him, just like she did when his 
swollen meat was thrusting in and out of her.

He could see his brother's body tense and he knew 
what would come next. A loud groan escaped Charles' 
lips as he filled Genevieve with his seed. He 
shivered again and again as the delicious spasms 
racked his body with each spurt of his passion.

The King watched as his unfaithful wife hugged her 
young lover to her and desperately thrust herself 
against him in a quickening motion. His eyes 
widened when he heard his Queen groan in a hoarse 
voice, "Oh god, oh god YES!"

And he continued to watch as his wife of eight 
years, his beautiful queen, her body shiny with a 
fine coating of perspiration shivered under her 
lover with her own orgasm. All the while Charles 
atop her was still thrusting in and out of her. 

The deed was truly done he thought, what would he 
do now? Why hadn't he stopped them when he could? 
But he already knew the answer to that.

He loved his wife, and he did want a child and 
heir. He was surprised how fast he'd figured it all 
out in his head. His brother was going to the holy 
lands to fight the heathen hordes. Many things 
could happen to him there.

If his wife became pregnant from his brother's 
seed, Charles would most certainly meet with some 
tragedy. The Kingdom would have an heir, and his 
wife would have a child.

Everything considered he fervently hoped that his 
little brother had just made his lovely wife fat 
with child.

'Yes,' he thought to himself, 'that would be the 
best thing all around.'

He slipped away unnoticed by the lovers on the bed, 
who where heading for a second round of pleasure 
before the Winter Solstice festivities called them 
away to their various duties.

END

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