Chapter 1
Henry and Cherie are now enjoying a private beach in Paz, spending their honeymoon together while attentive servants take care of their son. It goes without saying that aristocrats generally did not devote much time to their children, instead leaving that to servants paid to care and educate the children. The commoners were wiser in taking care of their children themselves. As it was, Henry and Cherie were lying nude on the beach.
�You know what I want to do,� Henry said.
�Of course I do,� Cherie. �You want from me what you have always wanted, a lovely afternoon of sex.�
�Is that a bad thing?� Henry asked.
�No, it is not a bad thing,� Cherie said with mock modesty. �Who says I do not want to have sex with you? Girls have desires too.�
�So we can have sex right now?� Henry asked with unmistakable enthusiasm as he laid down on top of her.
�I didn�t say I wanted to have sex now,� Cherie said as she moved his head down to her breasts. �But after all of the trouble you put me through you are going to have to pleasure me some first.�
�Trying to give me a taste of your sweet mother�s milk?� Henry asked.
�I don�t think you get the point yet,� Cherie said with a wry smile.
�What are you trying to say?� Henry said as his head was being pushed down to her belly button. �Are you trying to get me to kiss your belly button?� He gives the belly button a good blow.
�That tickles,� Cherie giggled. �But I still don�t think you get the point.�
�What is your point then?� Henry asked.
�How may I put this crudely?� Cherie commented. �Lick it before you stick it.�
�Excuse me?� Henry gagged.
�I think you are beginning to understand me,� Cherie said.
�You want me to eat you out?� Henry asked, astonished.
�That�s right, my dear,� Cherie said. �Why should you be the only person to have fun in bed? After all, you got me pregnant, so the least I deserve is for you to spend our married life treating me as an equal.�
�And that means going down on you?� Henry asked.
�It means that you should pleasure me as much as I pleasure you. That is give and take, part of a loving relationship. I have no problem with going down on you if you are doing the same thing to me,� Cherie said. �What I will not stand for is having a relationship like your father tries to enforce on your mother, where the pleasure is all for him. I want to be with you, and I want you to make it worth my while to be with you.�
�You mean you want a quid pro quo?� Henry asked. �If I want you to satisfy my needs I have to satisfy yours?�
�Exactly,� Cherie said. �Now eat me out.� She winked flirtatiously at him.
That he did, enjoying the tuna while she moaned and squealed in delight. For someone who had never done this before, his tongue was enthusiastic and active, giving her more pleasure than she expected. After she came into his face, he had the good sense to swallow. She noted that fact with approval.
�See, it wasn�t that bad,� Cherie said with a smile, her breathing still heavy.
�No, it wasn�t,� Henry said. �I thought it was going to be rancid tuna, but it wasn�t at all. We should try to 69 sometime.�
�I�m glad you see it my way,� Cherie said with a smile. �Now, if you want to, you may have me.� She whispered the last sentence with great passion.
�Of course I want you,� Henry said as they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately.
Cherie spread her legs apart as he came into her. She was glad that they held each other in that embrace long after he was finished himself. Maybe he would be a sympathetic lover yet, one attuned to her own desires. All too often guys were only interested in their own sexual needs and showed no concern for the desires of their partners, who enjoyed sex just as much when their own needs were satisfied.
�That was even better than the first time,� Cherie said.
�How so?� Henry asked.
�Well, you didn�t fall asleep right afterward like last time and it didn�t hurt at all this time either,� Cherie said.
�I thought it didn�t hurt last time,� Henry said.
�Well, it always hurts a little the first time, but it could have been much worse. Still, this time was much better. You were more responsive to me this time.�
�I want you to be the only woman I ever have,� Henry said. �And that means you have to want me as much as I want you.�
�Of course I want you as much as you want me,� Cherie said. �I don�t want you straying to other pastures, rushing into the embrace of throwaway women.�
�I do not want to be like my father. I see how unhappy they are when they are together,� Henry said. �And I want marriage to be a pleasure and not a burden.�
�I am glad you want that,� Cherie said. �Because I want that too.�
�Shall we enjoy a wonderful post-copulation conversation?� Henry asked.
�Of course,� Cherie said. �Let copious words follow copious love.�
�What do you think Daniel and Delia will do? Everyone can see they are in love with each other, but yet it also appears that they have never had sex yet,� Henry said.
�I think Daniel is a pretty innocent young man,� Cherie said. �Which I am glad to see. I think he is a kindhearted and friendly person if he could only feel comfortable inside his own skin. He has that nervous quality particular to those who spend their lives struggling to be equal with their betters, trying to belong in a place higher than the one they were born into.�
�Do you believe it is good that he is so ambitious to rise above poverty?� Henry said.
�Yes, I do,� Cherie said. �No one should be doomed to poverty unless they have no interest in working to further themselves. It is sad that it is so hard to escape the trap of poverty, ill health, and social awkwardness.�
�Let us talk about something more pleasant,� Henry said.
�Alright, you pick the subject then,� Cherie said smilingly.
�How about our summer�s activities?� Henry said.
�We should try to plan that, or else we won�t get anything done,� Cherie said with a laugh.
�Well, we could open this place up for guests so we don�t get too bored. I don�t plan on writing fantasy stories all summer,� Henry said with a laugh.
�I hope you don�t,� Cherie said. �After all, what is the point of writing stories no one is ever going to read.�
�Perhaps one could write for therapy, trying to sort out a troubled mind,� Henry said. �But I have no troubled mind to sort out that way. Besides, writing is a very dangerous way to sort out one�s problems, as the torments of an overactive mind become the jests and dinner conversations of those who should mind their own business.�
�So we shall entertain guests and make love on the beach, and play some with our son?� Cherie asked. �That sounds like a rather dull summer, especially compared to what Daniel and Delia will be doing.�
�At least we do not have to work,� Henry said.
�Still, that might be more interesting than entertaining guests,� Cherie said.
�Then we shall have to entertain only interesting guests, those that keep us from feeling the ennui of the aristocracy,� Henry said with mock seriousness.
�I guess we shall have to see what the summer has in store ourselves,� Cherie said.
�Yes,� Henry said. �We could probably order some books and do some reading. Harlequin romances for you?�
�No,� Cherie said indignantly. �I want to read some tracts on freedom and tyranny. I want to see what is being believed by the more scholarly commonfolk about our government and society.�
�Too much knowledge can bring sorrow,� Henry cautioned.
�Still, if one has cause to be sorrowful, it is better to be honest about it and show some awareness of the plight of those around us rather than be happy and complacent about our current situation. I do not want us to be the first with our backs to the wall when the revolution comes,� Cherie said.
�You think revolution will come?� Henry asked.
�It must at some point,� Cherie said. �The poor cannot suffer forever the abuses of the rich, the immorality of those who profess to be their cultural representatives to the world, and the treachery of their leaders without rising up in protest. I fear they will try to sweep all that exists, good and bad, instead of wisely and moderately judging what is good and what is evil.�
�Such is the way of the people,� Henry said. �They lack the wisdom to discern what is right and wrong, which is why they need leaders.�
�The people need good leaders,� Cherie said. �Those who shepherd the sheep with loving care, showing wise and fair judgement. We have too many wolves among us.�
�When the council of animals sought to institute equality in the animal kingdom, the lions said to the rabbits, �Where are your claws?�� Henry said.
�Still, I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just, that his justice cannot sleep forever,� Cherie said.
�Only time can tell what will happen,� Henry said.
�Very true,� Cherie said. �Still, I think we could do a much better job of earning the respect and gratitude of our people. As high nobles we have an obligation to demonstrate that having a strong nobility helps the people. If we cannot do that we will quickly be made redundant.�
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