Queen Catherine - Sex Stories

Queen Catherine

... was of short stature, he was a small man. He had curly brown locks atop his head, cut pretty short but framing his round face. He looked up at her with big eyes. He bent down at the knees and reached his hands out as if he was grabbing for something that wasn't there, before shaking his head, looking down, and bowing properly.

"Queen Catherine." He had a different voice than any man whom she's heard from around here. Really, this boy was very different. Quirky. Almost as if he was still in practice on how to be a man. He said nothing else.

"Pietre." She smiled warmly at him. He was much smaller than her, and she was almost worried that one wrong move and she may break him. The thought of it filled her with a certain warmth. Queen Catherine was largely uninterested in men, but there was something about this one that enticed her, somehow. Maybe it was the fact that he looked like he might break down if she even so much as grazed his wrist, or the fact that he didn't exactly remind her of any man she'd seen around here, or anywhere.

"I'm pleased to meet you." Her voice didn't give her secret away. It couldn't. She had spent almost a year perfecting how to sound as much as a woman as who she was. "I've tasted your desserts, and they're..." She gazed down at him as he looked up at her with big eyes. "Indescribable." He seemed to let down his tensed shoulders as she said that.

"Thank you, My Liege. I've had a lot of practice." The corners of his lips barely ...

... turned up. He didn't look directly into her eyes, just over her shoulder at a strand of hair. She didn't mind.

"Where did you learn?" She inquired. She saw him visibly tense up again. Why?

"Um... My mother. My late mother taught me." He replied. His eyes widened, just barely. "I mean, I had an interest. She showed me. I used to watch her in silence, but one day she allowed me to try, and..." He trailed off while she stared at him, slowly piecing together the reason why he was struggling. Maybe a woman-born-woman may have not noticed, but she? A woman with the background of a boy, a man? That was a different story. He went to curtsy at her, for Christ's sake!

Suddenly, she found herself smiling at him. A knowing smile. There was another. Another like her. A BOY like her.

"Pietre, won't you take a walk with me?"

Pietre nodded, relaxing a bit. Oh, poor boy, she thought. He thought he was off the hook. She felt her blood rush through her looking at him. He looked so breakable. Deliciously delicate. She took him around the castle, through the garden, and finally outside her bedroom. She opened the large double doors, looking at him. He shyly entered with her.

She closed the doors behind him. The poor boy was trapped with her now. He had no idea what he was in for. She took his shoulders in her hands, and pushed him against the door.

"Ah- Queen, what-" She shushed him and he obeyed. She traced his collarbone through his shirt. He struggled a bit. "Ma'am, ...