Day 27, Deflowering The Virgin Queen, Elizabeth: The Golden Age, Walter Raleigh, R
Title: Deflowering The Virgin Queen
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Elizabeth: The Golden Age
Pairing/character: Sir Walter Raleigh (Walter/Queen Elizabeth I and Walter/Bess Throckmorton)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters and situations are copyright the makers and powers that be behind the movie Elizabeth: The Golden Age, not me.
Walter Raleigh was a man of the world. And he knew, he could have the prize so many men wanted, even dreamed of. All he would need to do would be to petition the Court. At this point, much as a Royal marriage should be political, he suspected that the Queen's advisors would advise her to take the man who wanted to marry her and forget alliances - it wasn't like England wasn't powerful enough to hold its own, even against Spain.
It wasn't like Elizabeth, the name he only dared refer to in his mind, wasn't a beautiful woman. Or that he didn't love her.
But...
And there lay the rub, didn't it? Walter was a man torn between two women. One he could have easily, and one he would always be on display with. Walter didn't do display very well. He might possibly allow himself to do it enough to be with Bess, to accompany her to Court functions and the like, even though those too frustrated and annoyed Walter.
Still, in the privacy of his ship, when there was no one but himself and his mind, he dared allow his mind to wander to what it would be like if he chose Elizabeth.
Not the endless protocol of the Royal Court, for he knew that and what it would be like, more than enough to not think about it.
No, what Walter thought about? Was deflowering the Virgin Queen. Of having that power over the most powerful woman in the world. Of being her only lover.
If it were that or Bess? Perhaps Walter would have more difficulty choosing which path his life would take. There was something incredibly erotic just thinking about taking Elizabeth to his bed.
His hand stroked his prick as he thought about it. Imagined her tight virgin's cunny stretching around his prick as he slid inside her. Hot and tight and so wet - he'd have made sure of that before he got inside her, before he'd taken that final barrier. He'd have licked and sucked that nub he knew would give her so much pleasure, before he even thought about getting inside of her.
He'd make sure she reached her peak before he came inside her - possibly planting his seed then, too, though he didn't think much about that. He knew it would be a requirement of the Queen's Consort, but that wasn't the part he was thinking about when his hand stroked his prick.
He thought her breasts would taste sweet, as would the rest of her, and that she'd make him come hard, when she knew how to.
But it was all a fantasy, imagination, and he would come before he could think too deeply, then wipe his hand and prick off, before closing his eeys to sleep.
He knew in his rational daylight hours that he would take Bess for his own - but in his dreams he would be the one to deflower the Virgin Queen.
Author: joanne_c
Fandom: Elizabeth: The Golden Age
Pairing/character: Sir Walter Raleigh (Walter/Queen Elizabeth I and Walter/Bess Throckmorton)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters and situations are copyright the makers and powers that be behind the movie Elizabeth: The Golden Age, not me.
Walter Raleigh was a man of the world. And he knew, he could have the prize so many men wanted, even dreamed of. All he would need to do would be to petition the Court. At this point, much as a Royal marriage should be political, he suspected that the Queen's advisors would advise her to take the man who wanted to marry her and forget alliances - it wasn't like England wasn't powerful enough to hold its own, even against Spain.
It wasn't like Elizabeth, the name he only dared refer to in his mind, wasn't a beautiful woman. Or that he didn't love her.
But...
And there lay the rub, didn't it? Walter was a man torn between two women. One he could have easily, and one he would always be on display with. Walter didn't do display very well. He might possibly allow himself to do it enough to be with Bess, to accompany her to Court functions and the like, even though those too frustrated and annoyed Walter.
Still, in the privacy of his ship, when there was no one but himself and his mind, he dared allow his mind to wander to what it would be like if he chose Elizabeth.
Not the endless protocol of the Royal Court, for he knew that and what it would be like, more than enough to not think about it.
No, what Walter thought about? Was deflowering the Virgin Queen. Of having that power over the most powerful woman in the world. Of being her only lover.
If it were that or Bess? Perhaps Walter would have more difficulty choosing which path his life would take. There was something incredibly erotic just thinking about taking Elizabeth to his bed.
His hand stroked his prick as he thought about it. Imagined her tight virgin's cunny stretching around his prick as he slid inside her. Hot and tight and so wet - he'd have made sure of that before he got inside her, before he'd taken that final barrier. He'd have licked and sucked that nub he knew would give her so much pleasure, before he even thought about getting inside of her.
He'd make sure she reached her peak before he came inside her - possibly planting his seed then, too, though he didn't think much about that. He knew it would be a requirement of the Queen's Consort, but that wasn't the part he was thinking about when his hand stroked his prick.
He thought her breasts would taste sweet, as would the rest of her, and that she'd make him come hard, when she knew how to.
But it was all a fantasy, imagination, and he would come before he could think too deeply, then wipe his hand and prick off, before closing his eeys to sleep.
He knew in his rational daylight hours that he would take Bess for his own - but in his dreams he would be the one to deflower the Virgin Queen.