It's Too Risky

But you grab her hand and gently pull it away. "Queen Alana," you begin strict and sternly, "you are a foreign Queen and married to a man who does not view me a good light. If I fucked you and he finds out, your head will roll and it will mean war for me, my Kingdom and my people."

She presses her chest on yours. "He doesn't have to know." She inches her lips closer to yours. It was so close. "No one has to know."

The temptation was strong. Her voice and her body very encouraging. Your heartbeats are fast almost like you've run a mile and your cock is partly erect from her earlier touch. But you stand your ground. You won't be swayed be her. She is truly a beautiful, seductive woman and every fiber in your being wants to take her in your arms and make love to her on her bed. But you can't be ruled by your cock. Not always.

"Queen Alana, I must refuse. You are a charming, alluring woman. But I can't take the risk."

She turns her head to the side looking disappointed, "A shame. I was truly hoping for a good time. You are wiser and more self-controlled than I had counted on."

"I am neither really. Just cautious is more like it. Please understand, Queen Alana. For the benefit of both our people. Men on both sides die in war." You say sympathetically.

She suddenly gives your a quick peck on the lips before making her way to her bed and seat on it. "Good King, should you change your mind," She spreads her thighs beneath her dress, "I shall be more than willing to take you." You winks at you again.

"When you become a widow, your majesty. When you become a widow. Then I'll comfort and console you all you want." You tell her albeit half-jokingly. "Is that a promise?" She asks, sounding teasing.

And half-jokingly again, you answer her before leaving her room, "You have my word as a King,"

Alana tilts her head and a near sinister smile creeps into her red lips. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea."

After a few minutes, Jacqueline enters Alana's quarters with a rapidly developing blush on her face. Alana had grown a close bond with the younger woman. The Frank Queen from the Kingdom of Asturias in Iberia had befriended the girl not too long after she had come to Lothelsabourg for her marriage pact. "Jacqueline, hello." Alana beams quite happily at her. She was very pleased to see her. "Is there anything I may help you with, my dear?"

Jacqueline gulps as she twiddles her fingers. "Why so nervous, dear girl?" Jacqueline is most concerned with her behavior. Jacqueline isn't like that at all. Alana stands up and walks away from her bed and stops just short of Jacqueline. "If there is something troubling you, you can say it to me. You can trust me." Alana offers caring.

"Well, I was hoping I could..."