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Now alone, Henry spoke. "I am sorry if I have disappointed you, My Queen," he blurted. She wondered how to respond, since his fervent release was a result of torment and his desire for her. Could she pretend to be infuriated with him, if she felt so aroused by his hunger for her?
"I should never be so merciful with an initiate," she chided herself, not answering him directly, her voice taking on a tenderness she rarely if ever used, save for her chambermaids and younger sisters.
"Thank you, My Queen," Henry replied, looking uncertain as to whether he could touch her or not, peering at her gratefully. To her awe, when she looked down at Henry's body, he was fully erect again, as though he'd never spilled his seed all over her. He still knelt by her side, his arms behind his back once again.
"What made you erupt so passionately, when I did not touch you?" she asked, raising her body up on the cushions to soak in his response.
"Well, it was you, My Queen," he averred quickly, "the look of passion on your features, your power and pulchritude, the way you looked at me ... all of it, My Queen." He cast his gaze downward, adding, "I am sorry for disrespecting your body, your Majesty, I would have turned away if I could--"
"Nonsense!" she exclaimed, unsure as to why she was helping him defend herself. What had gotten into her, on the very first eve of the initiation process? She was already much too comfortable with Henry, and despite his striking beauty, she was supposed to be impartial at this stage. There was something more she wanted...
"You will have to make it up to me," she added seductively.
Henry looked back up at her, his eyes taking on their dark appeal once more. "Whatever pleases you, My Queen," he replied as Her Majesty pulled him closer, abandoning his punishment to satisfy her thirst for his flesh...
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