Chapter Tags: drinking, forced marriage, confusion, threats, mourning, John being a creep even at his wedding, mentions of attraction to younger women, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, blowjob, p in v
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The King’s Blessing Masterlist
John’s POV
With a full tankard of wine in his hand, the king grins, reaching across for Y/N’s hand and noticing how she flinches at the contact. The brief look of discomfort fades, and she clears her throat, reaching for her own wine and taking a long sip.
“You don’t look very happy, my love, this is your wedding day,” John notes.
The smile that Y/N gives him is forced, but the king knows that’s as good as he’s going to get, and as long as she plays the part, he doesn’t have any issues with that.
“I am happy, your majesty,” she blatantly lies, taking another sip of wine.
Once again John watches her scan the room with her eyes, and he can guess who she’s looking for.
“My queen,” he calls, distracting her. “Is the wine to your taste?”
The question serves its purpose in distracting her as Y/N swallows another mouthful and nods her head.
“Very much so, your majesty,” she tells him softly. “People keep looking at me.”
“That’s because you’re their queen now,” he reminds her. “The people of this town love their queen.”
“I suppose they loved their last queen too,” Y/N comments casually.
John’s jaw clenches for a moment at the mention of her.
“It is rather insensitive of you to mention my late wife at my wedding,” he scolds, “my love,” he adds.
“I’m sorry, your majesty,” she clears her throat, once again reaching for her wine. “I didn’t mean any harm by it.”
She drinks some more wine and licks her lips, and John feels the tension melt just a little as he thinks about how those lips felt around his cock, and how there’s nothing stopping him now from feeling it any time he so wishes.
“I just wonder what happened to her,” Y/N confesses, speaking up again. “She seemed well when she entered your chambers last night.”
John looks around for anyone who might’ve heard his new bride’s words, but the room is alight with talk and laughter as everyone drinks beer and wine and gets merry, celebrating their new queen and the banquet they have just indulged in.
John had been sure to tell the people who gossip the most the news about the late queen’s secret illness that medicines and potions could not cure, and Go9d decided to take her before her time. Only the few staff that cleared away her body will know the queen was struck down, and they’d be tying their own noose if they ever spoke of what they saw. With the wedding only the next day, there’s no time for a funeral, but Mary will be buried with the other kings and queens soon. After her traitorous acts, she barely deserves that, but John knows he must keep up appearances.
“I guess God struck her down for questioning her king too many times,” John finally tells Y/N, staring right into her eyes. He watches Y/N swallow hard, glad to see the message in his words is clear enough. “You’ll think it best to not mention her again, do you understand me?”
Y/N nods, and then looks away and down at her lap, and John smirks slightly, reaching for his own wine to drink some more.
As the day goes on and the night draws closer, the wine keeps flowing and people are becoming more merry than before. People begin clearing tables to dance to the music that is playing, and John sits with Y/N’s hand still in his as they watch the festivities before them.
“Would you care to dance, my love?” John offers, watching Y/N observe with a small smile on her face.
“Sure,” Y/N replies softly, placing her wine down on the table and rising to her feet alongside him as he guides her down onto the floor. People move to give them plenty of space to dance, and John knows that the alcohol in his system is to blame for the gesture, but he doesn’t so much mind if it means that Y/N will treat him with less hostility. He could force her to fulfil her duties as his queen, but he’d rather not have to waste that kind of energy for the rest of his life.
His eyes land on a young lady around Y/N’s age, dancing with a man John thinks might be Lord Klamton’s son. Her green eyes land on him and sparkle as her cheeks flush and she offers him a delicate smile. John abandons his queen, making his way over to the blonde as people part to make way for him.
“Your majesty,” she curtseys, Lord Klamton’s son also bowing his head to address the king.
“I’d like to dance with your beloved,” John tells the boy.
“Of course, your majesty, she’s all yours,” he offers, taking a step back.
The blonde’s cheeks are an even darker shade of red now as John takes her and pulls her close, beginning to dance with her.
“Your wedding is beautiful, your majesty,” she compliments.
John smirks softly at her, “Was your wedding this beautiful?”
“Of course not,” she laughs softly. “I am not worthy of something like this.”
“I wouldn’t say that, little lady,” he chuckles. “You’re worthy enough to dance with a king.” The girl looks away, and tries to hide a smile. “It’s only a shame you do not belong in Lawrence,” he continues. “Pretty women like you deserve to be blessed by the king.”
“It would’ve been an honour to receive your blessing, your majesty.”
John’s eyes finally leave the blonde to see Y/N standing alone on the dancefloor, watching him. He pays her no mind, not until he notices Sam stumble into her, more drunk than John’s seen him before. There’s a woman under his arm that John knows only too well is a whore, and he huffs a breath. What the hell is Sam doing bringing someone like that here? John decides he’s not going to push things with his son tonight. Sam is grieving his mother, and the less he’s aggravated, the better chance John’s got of him getting over this without asking too many questions.
“I’m sorry, your majesty,” he hears Sam slur.
“Don’t apologise, Sam,” she tells him softly. “I’m okay.”
“I’m sure you are,” Sam scoffs.
“Where’s your brother?” she asks next, gaining a little more of the king’s attention.
“He’s got more important things to worry about than you, you selfish little bitch,” Sam snaps, the volume of his voice getting louder, to the point that other guests will be able to hear him now.
“Sam, I’m so sorry about your mother, Queen Mary was–”
“Keep my mother’s name out of your fuckin’ mouth,” Sam grunts loudly. “You don’t fucking care about her, you just wanted the crown. Bet you fuckin’ killed her for it.”
John steps away from the blonde without excusing himself, too intent on silencing his son.
“That’s enough,” he calls out, the music stopping and the whole room falling silent. “Sam, that is no way to talk to your queen. Apologise to your new mother.”
Sam’s eyes widen as he scoffs. “Fuck you. She’s the same age as me, she was supposed to marry Dean, Mom isn’t even buried yet.”
“That’s enough,” John tells him sternly once again through gritted teeth. “Apologise to your queen,” he says clearly and slowly.
“Your majesty, it’s okay,” Y/N argues softly.
“No, it’s not. You’re his mother now – his queen – and he’ll treat you accordingly or he can leave this kingdom and never come back.”
Sam sneers, “I’m sorry, your majesty.”
He grabs the whore’s arm and drags her out of the room on his unsteady feet, and John takes a deep breath and looks around at their audience.
“I think the party is over. It’s time we retire.”
John begins to strip his clothes, finally alone in his chambers with his new bride, and it’s silent between them for a long moment. He heads over to the wine and pours them both a glass, even though he’s fairly sure Y/N has had enough, given she spent most of her day drinking to avoid conversations with him, like he didn’t know what she was doing. But she’s his wife now, so she’ll have to talk to him at some point. Though maybe a quiet wife would be a nice change to the wife he had before. Y/N is God fearing and dutiful, he’s sure he can make good use of those qualities now he’s her husband.
“May I speak, your majesty?” Y/N asks.
John smirks to himself. “You know, your majesty is such a formal address for your husband,” he notes. “Why don’t you try something like my love, or beloved, or my king? Or even my heart. But go right ahead, speak your mind, my darling.”
Y/N swallows and then draws a deep breath.
“My love,” she begins hesitantly, “I do not wish to cause any hostility in this family between you and your sons. I do not need to be their mother.”
“Of course you do, you are my queen now, you will act accordingly.” He notices Y/N looking down and sighs. “You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”
“Of course not, my king,” she replies obediently. “However my husband wishes me to serve him, I will do so. I am yours.”
A wide smile breaks out over John’s mouth. “I’m pleased to hear that, my love,” he tells her. “And serve me you will, with a smile on your face at all times, because it is an honour to rule beside me.”
“It is,” she agrees, nodding softly, focing another smile.
“And one of those ways you will serve me,” he prompts, reaching to tip her head back, his finger pressed under her chin. “Is that you will give me another child.”
“Of course, my king,” she accepts, a shake in her voice.
“You know that we must consummate our marriage tonight, and I expect your stomach to be round with my child by the end of summer. And I will not stop until it is.”
Y/N swallows but once again nods, which makes John smile. He knows for as long as Y/N doesn’t bear his child, then she will be suitable to become another man’s bride; another man like Dean. And John can’t stop thinking about Mary’s final words, about Dean taking over this kingdom sooner than John could anticipate. Maybe it was stupid of him to marry Y/N and so quickly after Mary’s death. It could only ignite a fire inside his sons to do something reckless. But it seemed silly to wait when there was already a wedding planned, and she was right there, ready to become a wife. Besides, a king without a queen is far more vulnerable, everyone knows that. And Dean’s long gone now, Sam’s the only one John has to worry about.
“Do you wish for me to undress?” Y/N asks, snapping John out of his thoughts.
“Yes,” John replies, turning back around to abandon the wine.
He too continues to undress, and when he turns back to face his new bride, he can see Y/N stepping out of her dress, starting to work on the layer beneath. He makes his way over to his bed and sits on the end, watching her slowly strip her clothes, starting to work his length in his fist as she begins to show more and more skin, until finally, she’s naked.
She seems nervous as she plays with her fingers in front of her and bites on her bottom lip, glancing around the room.
“Why don’t we finish what we started last night?” John prompts, making Y/N nod and step forward before lowering herself onto her knees between his legs.
She reaches for his cock, her delicate hand wrapping around it and then lifts herself a little higher and leans forward, opening her mouth and guiding the tip towards it. Slowly her lips wrap around the sensitive skin and she begins to suck, making John moan and tip his head back, relieved to finally feel what he’s been craving since her blessing. She’s more hesitant than back then, which John is surprised by, so he encourages her deeper, pushing softly on the back of her head and making her gag slightly.
“Good girl,” he hums, playing with her hair between his fingers as she starts to bob her head up and down, swirling her tongue and sucking. “You’re getting it.”
He continues to let her use her mouth on him for several moments, her spit starting to leak out the corners of her lips, her chin starting to shine with the wetness, his shaft glistening with the same saliva.
“That’s enough,” he tells her, now impatiently awaiting the feeling of her wrapped around him again. He fully intends on spilling his seed deep inside her, putting a baby inside that stomach before she’s even spent one season as queen.
He helps her to her feet and then encourages her to straddle his lap.
“Will it hurt like before?” she asks hesitantly, biting her bottom lip.
“Not if you let me in,” John tells her.
Y/N takes a deep breath and then nods her head, lifting herself to allow John the room he needs to line his cock up with her entrance. He can feel her thighs tense either side of him as she slowly begins to lower herself down her face beginning to screw up in pain. John grabs her hips and forces her down a little faster, too eager to feel that sensation on more of his cock. She’s so warm and tight, and while he’s very used to tight virgins, there’s something different about Y/N that makes her feel even better than the rest. And John can’t remember the last time Mary felt this good.
She whimpers, but John pays that no mind as she finally sits on him fully, her walls pulsing around him, only just beginning to stretch enough to accommodate him.
“Now fuck me,” John commands.
Y/N looks confused by the order for a moment, but then reaches to hold his shoulders, and John’s hands find the round apples of her ass as he holds her in support, and she begins lifting and dropping her entire body on his length, slowly at first, but she soon picks up the pace. John lowers her head, catching her nipple in his mouth as her breasts rise to meet it, and then she rolls her hips in a way he’s only known a whore to do, and John moans loudly.
“Did I do something wrong, your majesty?” she checks, stopping.
“What?” John splutters out. “No… no you should do that again,” he encourages, grabbing her hips to make her rotate her hips once more. She hesitantly does as she’s told and John moans loudly once again. “Fuck, that’s it.”
Y/N continues to roll her hips; in fact that’s all she does, but the king doesn’t mind, because it feelings incredible. His blunt fingers dig into her soft flesh, and he feels himself getting close, his cock throbbing inside her, his balls tightening more and more.
“Is this okay for you, my king?” Y/N asks, her own voice a little strained and breathy, and the sound of it tips John over the edge.
He pulls Y/N down flush with his hips so his cock is buried to the hilt, and feels himself spill deep inside her, pulsing over and over again as ropes of hot cum fill her insides. Eventually he pushes her off of him, and Y/N whimpers as she lands on the bed beside him.
“Lay on your back, you have more chance of getting pregnant that way,” John instructs, rising to his feet.
“Did we do it? Did we make a baby?” Y/N asks.
“We’ll see, I suppose,” he replies, reaching for some wine to take a sip. “But we should keep doing that until the Lord blesses us with news of your pregnancy.”
“Of course, my love,” Y/N replies obediently, “I’m your wife, I live to serve you.”
John smirks behind his glass; she’s right, she does.
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