Luke de Sine

Knock, knock, knock.

Knock knock knock, "Your Excellency."

Luke DeSines' eyes fluttered open, calling out, "What is it?"

"Make them go away," the young novice curled up next to him sleepily mumbled into his chest.

"My lord, an urgent message from Archbishop Bourchier has arrived for you," said the secretary. Luke sighed and pressed a kiss into his bedmate's hair, murmuring, "Sorry, love, the world calls."

"You may enter," Luke said loud enough to be heard.

Opening the door, Adam Beckley walked into the chambers. The young man who was fresh from the seminary froze, giving his superior look of disapproval. Luke raised an eyebrow at the young man who wisely kept his mouth shut.

Sitting up, Luke stretched before motioning to Adam, "The letter."

Adam handed Luke the letter while making sure not to look at the other side of his bed.

Luke broke the seal on the message and scanned the first couple lines before looking up at the secretary. "You may go now."

Adam bowed his head. "Yes, your excellency," and backed out of the room, shutting the door.

Turning his attention back to the letter, Luke felt the bed shift behind him as his lover draped her arms around his shoulders.

Turning his head, his lover gave him a long kiss before breaking it with a "Good morning."

"Waking up with you in my bed is a very good morning," Luke admitted.

I would have preferred waking up with you astrid my cock, but alas, my secretary ruined that.

"He was simply doing his duty, Your Excellency," she quipped, mirth sparkling in her eyes.

Luke half turned on the bed, shifting the novice till she was face up across his lap.

"How many times have I told you in these walls I'm Luke and you're Bella?"

Luke stared down at his mistress, Bella, or Sister Mary Brendan as she was known outside of these walls.

With his left hand he palmed her right breast. Bella's breath caught as Luke's thumb brushed back and forth across her rose-colored nipple. The nun then shuddered, arching her back. "Yeeesssss, my lord."

Luke's mouth watered at the succulent fruit before him. Lowering his mouth, he gave the nipple a slow lick, savoring the salty taste of her skin. Bella's keening moan egged him on as Luke latched onto the distended nub, his cheeks hollowing from the suction.

Luke was just about to taste the other breast when.

Knock, knock, knock, "Your excellency?"

Bella's disappointed cry as Luke let go the aroused nubbin aroused a dark anger. Looking up, he half shouted at the closed door, "What... Is... It!"

After a long moment the voice hesitantly answered, "Your secretary said you were awake and ready for breakfast."

Rather than doing what he wanted, which was to sink his cock in his mistress. Or to tear the tounge out his secretary. He angrily responded with, "10 minutes for breakfast for two."

"Yes, your excellency," the voice answered before wisely fleeing.

Lust and anger both made demands of him; instead, Luke shifted Bella off his lap.

"Next time," he said regretfully as he rose to retrieve some fresh robes. As he dressed, Bella retrieved her discarded habit. As she covered up her body, which any king would gladly let grace his bed, under the voluminous cloth, Luke once again thought out loud, "You were wasted as a nun."

Picking up her whimple, Bella started putting it on, hiding her glorious mass of chestnut hair. "My father couldn't afford a dowry for me, so off to the convent." She bitterly complained.

Nothing more needed to be said about the unfairness of it. Just then the servants arrived with breakfast.

As they set the dishes on the table, Luke pondered what to do. Bella, who he refused to think of by her church name, was of course just one of the nuns who shared his bed. But the noblewoman-made nun was by far his favorite. No, he decided this woman would not end her days in a convent. Now he just has to decide how to go about it.

As they shared their meal, Bella noticed the thoughtful look on Luke's face. Placing her hand on it, she asked. "What are you thinking?"

Not wanting to say anything about her future yet instead. "I'm thinking of giving my guards a bag of coin and having them drag my secretary to a whorehouse. Then not letting him leave until the whores have thoroughly fucked the self-righteousness out of him even if it takes a month.

Bella's incredulous look immediately brought about a bout of laughter from him.

"Let my sister know that I want to see you tonight after vespers." Luke added decisively.

"My lord, I'm getting close to my fertile time unless you wish to pull out. "Mayhaps you choose one of the others," Bella said regretfully.

A smile played about Luke's face as he shook his head. "No, my Bella, no pulling out, and I want you in my bed riding my cock."

"But I'm a nun. What happens?" She worriedly asked.

Bella, if you have learned anything in the five months you've been sharing my bed. It is that a man must be stupid indeed to fuck with what belongs to us.

The couple finished their meal, and Bella left for prayers. Luke picked up the letter from the archbishop. Reading the letter, he got to the reason his friend and mentor sent it to him.

Luke, it has come to my attention that your father has been summoned to court. I know you have heard the whispers of people comparing your father to Warwick. There is a plot afoot to make sure it will never be more than whispers. Your father's enemies mean to level charges that he's consorting with witches...

Luke crushed the letter in hand. He needed to talk with his sister.