Her teats were so hardened I could feel them through both her gown and my clothing and then she started moaning with pleasure. “But I haven’t my lord, and each morning I feel queasy, I fear.” she said pleadingly. I slipped off my shirt and breeches and slipped shivering beneath the covers. “I need to feel for a maiden head,” I said as I stood and moved towards her. “You would have behaved with propriety,” she declared, “It was because you were drunk, you didn’t desire me, any wench would have sated your needs.”
“I fear James feels much the same way about you,” I said apologetically, “Simply a womb to spend his seed in.”
“Not just my womb, my lord.” she added. “But first kiss me on the mouth, and we shall play at being lovers.”
She came to sit on my lap.
