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Anxiously, the Woodville Queen waited for her daughters. She had heard rumors regarding to her daughter and namesake Elizabeth’s treatment at the court. She knew that King Richard had lost his son, Edward; and that his Queen was ill and barren. Rumors had it that King Richard will either put the Queen away or wait until she dies, which would be sooner or later, and make Elizabeth his new queen.
The Woodville Queen was amused with the idea. She was confident in her daughter’s beauty. Just like herself, Elizabeth was so breathtaking and enticing that no man could resist. As long as her daughter could be the Queen of England, she could’ve cared less about the man her daughter marries.
Finally, Elizabeth and Cecily returned to the manor. The Woodville Queen ate with her daughters.
“How is the King?” She asked.
Cecily laughed. “The King mourns for the loss of his son, but he is looking for comfort elsewhere.”
Elizabeth gave Cecily a look.
“Oh really?” The Woodville Queen raised an eyebrow, putting down her goblet. “Cecily, I like to speak with Elizabeth alone.”
After Cecily left, the Woodville Queen waited for her daughter to speak. “Well?”
Elizabeth blushed. “The King treats me wonderfully. He needs a son and his wife is dying. Sooner or later, he will make me his queen. Grandmother had fifteen children and you had ten with father. I will give him many, many healthy children.”
“You think so?” The Woodville Queen questioned. “Even if the Queen were to die, what if he is negotiating another marriage? As King of England, there are other suitable brides.”
Elizabeth was silent for a moment and then asked, “Mother, can we...”
“Can we what?”
“Do what you did,” Elizabeth said uneasily. “You married father and defeated Warwick-”
“Elizabeth!” The Woodville Queen rebuked. “This is not a game! If you were to use magic, what is done cannot be undone! You will have to accept the consequences.”
“And I am willing to!” Elizabeth said. “It worked out for you, didn’t it?”
The Woodville Queen thought to herself and said, “The moon is going to be full tonight.”
She took another sip of the red Malmsey wine.
The next day, Elizabeth felt different; her chest was swelling and it hurt. She kept it to herself, however. When she returned to the court, she heard that the King is neglecting the Queen’s bed. She removed her clothes and stepped into the bathtub. As she washed herself, she took a notice of her breasts.
She found her breasts fuller and enlarged. Since her mother had given birth nine times after having her, Elizabeth was familiar with the changes of body before and after pregnancy. And of course, breastfeeding.
Carefully, she squeezed her breast. To her shock, milk spilled from her nipple. She took a drop of the milk and tasted it. It reminded her of the Malmsey wine her father took back from France.
She pressed her hand against her belly. No, she couldn’t be carrying a child since she was yet touched by any man. She squeezed her other breast and milk spilled out from this one as well .
Suddenly, she recalled the night where she and her mother conducted magic by the river under the full moon. Is this the consequence? What does it mean for her and Richard?
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It was Christmas.
The King ordered the tailors to make a new dress for her. Her new dress matched the Queen’s in style and color. In her new dress, Elizabeth danced proudly at the Christmas festival.
She knew that the King is watching her.
To the Queen, she bowed deeply.
Before she could retire to her bedchamber, a note was presented to her. Her heart started to pound soundly.
Using the secret passage, Elizabeth came to Richard’s bedchamber.
“You like to see me?” She asked.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Richard said. “Have anyone tell you how beautiful you are, Elizabeth?”
“Why are you here with me? Why aren’t you with the Queen?”
He looked away and said, “I fell in love with you, Elizabeth. I hate myself for it but it is true.”
“Richard,” she began and approaching to him closer. “I’m in love with you too. I know you are in pain from losing your son. I also know that the Queen is dying. But you still have me, always.”
He pulled her close and captured her lips. Shivering, she kissed him back. For a moment, they were just two innocent individuals who longed for each other. “You smell good,” he muttered as he kissed her neck and collarbone.
“You want to know why?” Her lips curved into a smile. She had seen how her siblings bonded with her mother after they were born. Now, she fully understood how the changes in her body can bring her and Richard together. “It’s coming from here.”
She placed his hand against her breast.
“My breasts are full with milk. Would you like to taste it?”
He unlaced her dress and pulled it down along with her shift. Elizabeth leaned against the wall as he licked the tip of her erected nipple. When he sucked the milk out of her breast, it brought her relief and pleasure.
“What does it taste like?” She asked.
“Like Malmsey wine.” he replied as he stripped her completely down to the waist to suck on her other breast.
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Since then, every night, Elizabeth visited Richard’s bedchamber though the secret passage. He would undress her and suckle her breasts as she wrapped her arms around him. Afterwards, they would kiss and caress like lovers though he was careful with her maidenhead.
At time, it seemed that he was more obsessed with her milk than with her. Once, the King went out for hunting and Elizabeth went with him. He took her to a hunting shed and bolted the door. He sucked her breast with such an intensity that Elizabeth cried out in pain. As a revenge, she refused to see him for days. But at the end, it was she who gave in - because she lusted for him to suckle her breasts as much as he was obsessed with her milk.
Finally, the Queen breathed her last. Elizabeth thought she and Richard can be together. But when she saw Richard at the Queen’s funeral, it pained her to see him as thus.
“Richard?” She went to his side.
He was shaking.
“Richard, I’m here,” she comforted him.
“No...” He looked away. “You saw what happen on the day she died. I can’t...”
He was referring to the eclipse.
“Richard, we did nothing wrong,” Elizabeth insisted. “I am not ashamed of what we have done. Our love-”
“No, we can't do this anymore,” he said. "Go, go!"
Unbeknownst to them, Lady Margaret Beaufort saw it all.
“You whore!” Margaret Beaufort slapped Elizabeth across the face. “What you did with the King is sinful. You offered him your dirty pillows as the Queen lay dying in bed!”
Elizabeth looked at Margaret in the eye. “The King loves me and our love is genuine and pure. He is incarcerated in grief and the Queen was his jailer. I offered him the charity of love. This is something a monster like you will never understand.” She added coldly, “Your son will lose this war and I will be queen. You are the one who killed by brother and I will have him avenged.”
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She had not seen him until the night before the final battle; she took a horse and rode to see Richard. Not only she missed him, her milk was building up and the swelling was killing her. She needed him; and he needed her.
“Richard,” she entered his tent and embraced him.
“This isn’t a place for you.”
“I love you, Richard,” Elizabeth said. “I am not ashamed of it and I don’t see it as a sin. Don’t torture yourself, please. How’s your appetite? Have you eaten yet?”
She began to loosen her gown.
After a long hesitation, he gave in. She stroked his hair and let out a sigh of relief as he sucked her nipple and whispered, “Tonight, will you love me like a man loves a woman?”
She looked at him pleadingly.
Her dress and shift fell onto the ground. She stepped out of it and he carried her to his bed. He kissed her neck as she undressed him.
He slipped his hand past her triangle of red hair to fondle her between the legs and his lips sucked hers. She did not cry out when he penetrated his manhood into her and broke her hymen. She dug her nail into his back as he entered deeper and deeper.
Finally, she was his.
“You want more?” She asked.
“Yes.”
Her milk tasted much sweeter post-coitus.
“When I have your son,” she said. “I will nurse him with my left breast and save my right for you. Elizabeth, Queen of England, one breast suckled by the Prince of Wales and the other one sweetens the tongue of the King. No...we will use wet nurse. My milk and nourishment are all yours.”
She returned to her mother’s manor and waited for Richard to return to her victoriously.
She took a bath and suddenly found her breasts empty. She squeezed and nothing came out.
Then she knew.
She burst out in tears.
When her mother found her, she was cowering in a corner and shivering.
“You must be strong Elizabeth,” the Woodville Queen said, placing a robe around her naked body. “You must marry Henry Tudor and be Queen of England, like I was.”
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In a cold night, Lizzie rode into the battlefield and dismounted before a tent. Her King was inside. She had to see him because her heart was burning for him. Lust was a sinful disease and worse than any curse. But she did want him, even just this once.He was surprised to see her but was not dismayed. His dark eyes flickered and Lizzie knew he wanted her too."I love you," she confessed. "I don't want to lose you.""And you will not," he said.She came close to him and whispered, "I don't care to be Queen. I only want to be yours."Slowly, the two embraced and kissed. Lizzie blushed heavily when he removed her cloak and unlaced her dress. She was nineteen and already a woman yet a virgin. She had been untouched and tonight she would be bedded by the King.Her heart raced when he kissed her shoulders and she raised her arms to let him remove her last piece of garment. He laid her down and held her arms to the side. Lizzie's face was deep red seeing his tight muscles and hairless chest. He leaned down to kiss her young, full breasts and her hardened tips. His lips burned against her milky skin."Aye!" She cried out painfully when he broke her hymn.He did not stop, only penetrated harder. He pinned her arms down like iron cuffs and there was no escape for her but to suffer from his brutality. He lifted up her leg to thrust in deeper. Lizzie panted and trembled. Her body was covered in sweat and she was under his mercy until he filled her womb with his seeds. The King pulled out of her and dropped her on the side. The sex was intense but it was the best one he had.Lizzie could feel the stain on the sheet. He had taken her virginity and she was his. She rested her forehead against his shoulder, but he looked away. She was about to say something but suddenly felt different. She pushed the cover down and placed her hand on her breast. She squeezed it gently and found milk spilling out."My love," she gasped.The King looked at her and was in disbelief. How could Lizzie have milk in her breast? He just took her virginity. The blood stain was still on the sheet.He got out of the bed and retrieved a goblet. Lizzie took the goblet and squeezed her milk into it. After it was half way full, the King stopped her and gestured her to have a sip."How is it?" He asked."Sweet," she said. "Like wine." She placed the goblet aside and pulled her hair behind her. "Come here, love."She wrapped her arms around him and massaged his back as he took her nipple into his mouth and suckled."Win this battle, love," she whispered. "I’ve heard the wet nurses said that if the tits are being sucked by the ones you love, there will be milk. I love you even if you are a pauper. You have to come back to me."Lizzie stood before a river, waiting for her King. Then she had a seeing. She smiled. Her King had won.She was still there when he came to see her. The two embraced. When he tried to undress her, Lizzie was shocked."No, not here!" She resisted but the King pulled down her sleeve and neckline to expose her breast. He suckled but her breast was empty. Angered, he dragged her forcefully into the shed nearby and began to tear her clothing."You stopped loving me!" He accused."No, love! It's not true and I love you still!" She cried as she tried to get away from him.He pulled her back and torn her gown apart before throwing her onto the bed. He stripped off her shift and ripped off her stockings. Completely naked, Lizzie tried to fight back unsuccessfully as he forced her legs apart. He thrust into her like a beast."Calm, love," Lizzie found her voice after he released. She kissed his ear and whispered, "I never stopped loving you."Her siren’s voice worked. He did calm down and realized what he had done. Lizzie pressed him against her breasts until he stopped shaking. She continued to hold him until she felt something in her breasts. She sat up and he took her nipple into his mouth. This time, the milk came.“You are a bad, bad King,” Lizzie said as he suckled her breast. “The milk comes after love.”Her milk sweetened the King's tongue. It was also the best medicine for his health. Every night after their intimacy, Lizzie would let him suckle her breasts like a mother nursing a child. Lizzie thought about her mother the Woodville Queen and the humiliation she endured with her father's mistresses. Lizzie wouldn't suffer from the same fate. Her King would always be hers.Everyone in the court knew Lizzie as the King’s companion and lover. Sooner or later, she would be Queen of England, like her mother was. Lizzie discovered that she missed a course. She must be carrying the King’s child. She had to tell the King.After their intimacy, as usual, the King suckled her breast.“Maybe Malmsey wine can sweeten your tongue as well,” Lizzie said.“Wine?”“If my milk is needed to nourish our heir.”He released her breast and removed a ring from his hand to place on hers. He rested his head on her stomach and kissed her belly. “What is it love?”“My lady mother despises me,” he said. “She only cares for George.”“Are you jealous?” Lizzie laughed. “You don’t like anyone else suckles my tits? My love, you can suckle my right tit, and I can nourish our son with my left. Or do you want the left tit?”“No, both are mine,” he said. “Wet nurse will nourish our son.” He resumed suckling and pulled her nipple harder.“Be gentle,” she cooed. “You are hurting your future queen.”