Affair with the King

Part 28

Sarah sat beside Queen Annabelle, concentrating on her sewing, as the Queen and her ladies chatted, happily, sharing the latest news and gossip.
The Queen had mostly recovered from the loss of her great love, King Ferdinand, and that was mostly due to the pending arrival of her grandchild. She knew the scandal Juan would cause, when he would legitimize the child, making him - if he were a son - next in line to the throne. She also knew that her son had the love of his people, and that scandal would which pass, at home. She had concerns about the response from Caterina's family and what that might do for relations between their countries.
But, seeing the joy, on her sons face, she could not begrudge him this happiness. She saw the love Sarah held for him, and knew it did not come from a place of her wanting to advance in standing. Sarah truly loved Juan, as Juan truly loved Sarah. Losing her husband had made the Queen realize that love was more important than duty, and they would face any consequences, together, as they came.
"What are you working on, child?", the Queen asked Sarah.
Sarah smiled, blushing. Holding up the scrap of fabric she was working on, she said "for my son... If we have a boy. I will make another, in case we have a girl".
Queen Annabelle took the bracelet, reading the letter's Sarah had stitched into it. F, e, r, d, i, and n. Tears welled in her eyes. "You will name him after my dearest husband?".
Sarah gave the Queen's arm a reassuring squeeze. "Fernanda, if she is a girl. Juan and I have already decided".
"Oh, my darlings", the Queen sighed, kissing Sarah's cheek. "How wonderful!".
Juan happened to stroll into the sitting room, looking for Sarah. Seeing his mother crying had him immediately concerned. He looked from his mother, to Sarah "Mother?".
Sarah gave him an encouraging smile, her own eyes wet with tears.
The Queen stood, embracing her son. She showed him Sarah's bracelet. Juan smiled, realizing they were happy tears.
"Does it please you, mother?", he asked.
"Greatly", she assured. "More than you can ever know".
The audience, of ladies in waiting, watched the scene. Some found it incredibly touching, as they had genuine affection for their Queen. Some watched, with hope, telling themselves they too could make a king love them, raising them to a station they never could have imagined. Others watched, absorbing every detail, so that they could share the story later, when gossiping with friends.
Juan released his mother, reaching a hand out to Sarah. "If you'll excuse us, dearest mother, the physician is here".
"Is there a concern?", The Queen asked, handing the bracelet back to Sarah.
"None", Juan assured. "I only want to ensure that Sarah is kept in the best of health, in the finest of conditions, before her confinement begins".
Sarah sighed. She was not looking forward to her confinement, which was fast approaching. She hated the idea of being cooped up for the weeks leading up to the birth, and the weeks afterwards. She would miss her horse terribly. And, the gardens. And, all the freedoms she currently enjoyed.
Juan led her from the Queen's chambers, towards his own, that he now shared with Sarah. As soon as they turned down the hall, leading to their rooms, though, he stopped, grabbing her and kissing her, passionately.
"Juan", she giggled, as his lips travelled down her neck. "How is it that you still desire me? I'm as big as a house!".
"A small one, maybe", he teased. "But, a beautiful one, nonetheless. And, the one housing my first born".
Where some men might find pregnancy a turn off, Juan found himself even more attracted to Sarah. The softening of her face, the rounding of her belly, the way her breasts grew to an immense size. Even the milk, she already spilt, turned him on. Making love to her had become more difficult, as she grew larger, but he still felt an intense need for her.
He gently cupped a breast, kissing just above the cut of her dress.
"Is there no physician?", Sarah breathed, just as eager for his touch, as he was for hers.
He groaned, stepping back. He sighed, dramatically, making her laugh. "There is". He pointed to to noticeable bulge in his pants. "And, what shall I do with this?".
"Is he waiting, in our chambers?"
"He is".
Sarah bit her lip, thinking. They could not make love, there. Guards stood outside the chambers and we're undoubtedly already watching them. Anyone else could happen upon them.  Suddenly she pulled him against her. He smiled, wondering what she was up to.
"Kiss me", she commanded, as she began to undo the laces of his britches. She had him pulled so close to her that the fabrics of her dress hid him from sight, as she released his cock.
He moaned, into her mouth, as her tiny hand moved up and down his shaft. He thrust two fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them, coating them with spit, keeping eye contact with him. Once they were soaked, in her saliva, he reached down, wiping them on his dick. She covered the spit with her hand, and continued stroking him. The moisture eased the friction, and allowed her hand to move more smoothly and quickly.
"What a vixen you've become", he whispered, gripping the sides of her hair, gently pulling on it.
"I've had the very best instructor", she answered, before thrusting her tongue inside his mouth. They kissed, hungrily, her hand never slowing. Once she felt the telltale twitch, against her palm, she kissed along his jaw, to his ear, whispering "Cum, my love. Spill your seed".
He needed no further urging. He grunted, loudly, doubling over. If the guards were not already watching, this caught their attention.
"Your majesty?", one called out, stepping forward.
Juan held his hand up, stopping the guard. He struggled to speak. "As you were".
Sarah smiled, mischievously, as she retied his laces.
"A vixen", he repeated, kissing her, gently. "Who shall be repayed, in kind, the moment I have her alone".
She ducked out of his grasp, laughing as she hurried to the chamber doors. He watched her, smiling.
When she reached the doors, she turned back to him. "Shall we, my lord?".
He chuckled, shaking his head. She liked to refer to him as 'my lord', partly to tease, but also to remind him that he was not above her. She was still as bold as she was, the night they first met. He went to her, grasping her by the hand, leading her into their chambers, to the doctor.