Yes!

If this is the price of her silence, then at least it is one which you are more than willing to pay! You take off your swordbelt carefully, but allow the rest of your clothes to simply slide to the floor.

"The tales are true," Beatrice says. "You are indeed a generous king... or at the least, generously endowed!"

"And can it be that lips which sing so divinely may offer other pleasures as well?" you ask, reclining on the sofa next to her.

"Mmm... let me show you," she whispers, and she opens her mouth against your own, sliding her tongue into the kiss. Your hand finds her breast and gives it a gentle squeeze before you let your palm rub in small circles over her nipple.

"It's true, then..." she whispers through the kiss. "You were a blacksmith?"

"You can tell?"

"The hammer leaves its mark upon the hands," she says as she lays her hand upon yours. "I once traveled with a fortune-teller... she could tell a man's trade by his callouses, it was one of her tricks when reading a palm. Mmm, but you touch me far more gently than you ever handled the iron at the forge, I'm sure!"

"Are you pleased by a gentle touch, then?" Your hand slides down between her legs, where you find her hidden lips, and the wetness within.

"Oh, yes... but the shaft I feel pressing against me wants a firmer hand, does it not?"

Her own fingertips are slightly calloused as well, from years of playing the lute... but she knows how to use them to her advantage, stroking them across the sensitive tip of your fully-hardened cock. A tiny drop emerges as you struggle to hold back; first the incomplete session with Talaitha, then the erotic dream of the night before, together with the fact that both you and Valerie have been to busy to indulge in the comforts she usually offers... it has all led you to a place where it's hard to keep yourself in check!

With a fingertip moistened by her own secretions, you find and gently rub the tiny bud nestled between Beatrice's nether lips, massaging it back and forth, until her legs open wide and her sighs become moans.

"Yes... oh please, more, I want more..."

You switch from a back-and-forth motion to tiny circles, and Beatrice gasps with the new pleasure. Her own hand stops its stroking motion upon your shaft as the sensation overwhelms her... and then she draws in a sharp breath and lets it out in a long, slow moan, her body tensing and then relaxing as the climax runs through her.

"Oh my... that was marvelous," she whispers, and then opens her eyes to you. "Would you like to know how my lips may truly give pleasure? Then let me kneel before you, and pay homage as is your due!"

You stand and rest your thighs against the back of the sofa, so that Beatrice need only lean forward to take your shaft into her mouth... and she does, sliding her lips over your full length and gazing up at you with sky-blue eyes.

But not the blue of Trina's eyes... The thought comes unbidden into your mind, and for just a moment you see not Beatrice but Trina instead; it is only a moment, but it sends a shiver through you, and Beatrice withdraws to look up at you hungrily.

"If you are ready to give of your essence, then I want it inside of me," she whispers.

You move around to the other side of the sofa, and she eagerly opens her legs wide to accept you between them. The tip of your shaft finds her ready opening, and with a slow and smooth thrust, you enter her.

"And she joined with the King, and his love made her sing," she breathes, as you pull back and then into her again, over and over, until at last you feel the unstoppable surge building within you. She seems to feel it coming, and her legs wrap around you and pull you in tightly, not allowing you to draw back out, and there you release the cream which she so craves.

After a long moment, she looks up at you with a smile. "Truly, you are a generous King indeed," she says.

"And your lips that sing are not the only ones which give pleasure," you reply.

She laughs then, and unwraps her legs from you to allow you to withdraw. "Indeed, you have given me inspiration, Xavier," she says. "And I confess, I did not expect such tenderness. You make love to a woman as though her pleasure is your own! I can see now why Lady Trina longs for your touch."

Your brows knit slightly. "I told you, there is nothing -"

"For you, perhaps," Beatrice interrupts. "But I saw the way she touched you when I played for you... I saw her eyes when she looked at you, a look which you did not see, as perhaps you have not seen so many other such glances. I have been told that my voice has the power to inspire the heart, and awaken hidden love which has been locked away. Deny your own feelings if you will; but you cannot deny hers. I have seen what I have seen." A bell rings in the distance, and Beatrice smiles at you. "I believe that you will be missed if you stay away from the castle much longer, Sire. The time has come, I think, for us to part ways."

"I cannot argue with that last, at any rate," you reply. "Of course, Beatrice, I hope you will still come to the midday reception to play for my guests."

"Perhaps I will play of the King and the Minstrel?" she asks, smiling even more. "But no, I must take the time to do justice to such a song. Until then, King Xavier... au revoir."