#kingdom of heaven fanfic

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Hello, how do you think Baldwin would be as a husband? Do you think he is a husband, you know, hot and active in bed?

Historical Baldwin IV in bed

Baldwin IV as husband

[flowerandblood]

White Marriage (2)

[ Kingdom of Heaven • King Baldwin x female ]

[ warnings: fingering, virginity loss, sex content, poetic smut, angst, a detailed description of the deadly disease and the unpleasant symptoms associated with it ]

[ description: After their nuptials, the court becomes even more divided. The King, however, wishes to spend the last years of his life experiencing the joys he finds in the closeness of his wife. His bride was never to lose her maidenhood, however, is what the King has proclaimed to his subjects what he really craves? ]

Author’s Note: After the warm reception of the first part, which I didn't expect at all, here is the second part of their story! I have to admit that I had a great time writing it and I love them. I tried to leave some realism and not forget about his illness and the fact that it is contagious.

Part Two of Paradise Fruit. Can be read as a standalone story.

Word count: 4.600

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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Their nuptials were humble – apart from the Archbishop, who gave them his blessing, uniting them for eternity, they were accompanied only by Sibylla and her husband, enraged, thinking that the King was just fulfilling his sneaky plan.

He truly believed that he would have exposed her to such danger, condemning her to the cruel disease that tormented his members to try to beget an heir.

She was grateful to her Princess for lending her one of her beautiful, gold-embellished robes that day – Sibylla knew what purpose this marriage was intended to serve and that it would not change the order of succession.

She was to be his comfort, a moment of relief and solace, nothing more.

Nevertheless, she smiled, feeling happiness filling her heart, her king's gaze tender and full of affection, from which she felt warmth in her chest.

She thought that she had fallen in love with him.

Their marriage was announced to all and sundry, and she became a king's wife, but not a queen.

She was not bothered by this.

She was assigned a chamber right next to his – she could now visit him whenever she wished and did not have to worry about the King's honour.

As she walked into his quarters, clad only in a thin night robe, a smile of happiness adorned her face. Baldwin, though tired, also seemed pleased and rose at the sight of her.

"Wife." He said, entwining his hands behind his back.

His figure was all clad in white as usual, though the material of his wardrobe seemed thicker to her, a silver mask on his face.

To her surprise she noticed that his gloves were black, apparently made of leather.

She bowed to him, recognising that she was not intending to think about it now.

"My King. My husband. You are the man of your word." She whispered warmly, looking up at him from above her long lashes, feeling a pleasant tickle in her lower abdomen meeting his gaze, hot and dark.

"I am." He replied. "I couldn't deny myself this pleasure. It was an act of my selfishness, not my greatness."

She blinked, cocking her head, feeling for some reason amused by his words.

"Does it matter now?" She asked lightly – something flashed across his gaze, she thought he smiled.

"No. Not in the slightest."

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for his orders – he had announced that because of his disease he would not take her maidenhood and their marriage would be white, however, after what had gone on between them earlier, she did not think her husband would want to remain an ascetic in every aspect.

"Let me see you." He said finally, his voice like a sigh.

She knew what he meant, she knew what he wanted – she could see it in his gaze. Her hands rose to the small knot above her breasts, untying it, slipping the thin material of her nightgown off her shoulders in a light, gentle motion, remaining bare before him.

She shuddered, feeling the chill of the chamber surround her body despite the flames burning in the fireplace beside her, her lips parted as she noticed her king's gaze shift, misty and filled with a familiar, hot desire.

For a moment he looked at her with his head tilted, as if he was simply admiring her, nothing more.

"My physicians have said that the leather material, as opposed to linen, will ensure that you are protected from the touch of my bare skin and what it may cause." He said, tentatively extending his hand to her, and she felt her heart thump harder in her chest with joy.

She could touch him.

They both drew in a loud breath as she placed her fingers on his palm, letting him pull her a little closer, the spot between her thighs all swollen with desire, slowly growing moist with her wetness.

Her lips parted with her gasp of surprise as his other hand touched her cheek – she snuggled her face into it, placing affectionate kisses of her lips on it.

"I would give all the treasures of this chamber, my possessions and my gold coins to feel the taste of your lips on mine." He gasped, looking at her as if she were a precious jewel, a spring water that quenches thirst, an olive tree that feeds whole nations.

She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of the sizzling fire and their hitched breaths as his thumb ran over her full, lower lip. She parted it before him and let him slide it deeper, between her teeth. Her lips clamped slowly around his finger, looking up at him with desire as she began to suck.

A low groan escaped his throat at the sight, clearly imagining that he was forcing something completely different down her throat.

He placed his other hand on her back, at the same time pulling her closer and holding her at arm's length, apparently afraid that even his breath was dangerous to her, possibly dooming her to his fate.

She moaned when he gave in, when his mask pressed against her forehead, his eyelids all red around his bright pupils.

"– forgive me –"

She didn't know why his words, filled with so much sadness and desire, made her throw her hands on his shoulders, her lips clinging greedily to the unpleasantly cold, silver structure of his mask.

She closed her eyes, hearing his gasp of surprise, placing lingering, hot kisses full of her saliva and tongue on the surface of it, imagining he was able to feel it, his hands sinking into her hair.

"– touch me, husband – I crave you –" She mewled helplessly, running her hands over the material beneath which was his head, his hair, his jaw and neck.

She squealed when he lifted her suddenly by her buttocks, the quiet hiss that escaped his lips made her understand that this sudden movement must have caused him pain.

She stroked the back of his head as he moved towards his bed with his face nestled between her breasts, not wanting to show him any sympathy now that he wanted to be a strong man in her eyes.

He let out a breath as he laid her down on the soft sheets, his gaze full of tenderness as he looked at her face.

"– lie on your stomach and spread your thighs –" He said calmly and gently, however, something in his words and their undertone made her feel a heat in her lower abdomen and a wonderful tickling sensation.

She obeyed his command immediately, feeling her legs become stiff as he caught her around the waist and lifted her hips, forcing her to buck her buttocks in front of him in a shameless manner.

She heard his heavy breath as he positioned himself behind her on his knees, running his leather-gloved hands over the soft skin of her buttocks, herself panting hard, knowing where he was looking now.

"– the reason why Paris abducted Helen of Troy – the cause of the downfall and delight of all mankind locked deep between my wife's thighs –" He whispered in such a sensual way that she moaned pathetically, clenching her eyelids as his thumb ran over her leaking, throbbing womanhood.

Apparently he liked the sound she made, because one of his hands slid into her hair, holding her in place, reassuring him that she wouldn't take advantage of his weakness and try to expose him in an act of pleasure, endangering him and herself.

"– lie still – shhhh, my love –" He whispered, hearing her innocent cry of desperation as his fingers began to trail around her oversensitive, swollen bud, waves of tingling and tickling sensations spreading through her body dulling her mind, causing her to emit uncontrollable sounds.

She could hear him panting as she watched what he was doing to her, his fingers digging into her delicate folds with a loud click of her wetness, barely teasing her – her hips began to roll back and forth, responding to his treatments, trying to find a better source of rubbing.

"– have mercy on me –" She mumbled with difficulty, her lips parted wide in a girlish moan when, at her request, the tip of his middle finger burst into her fleshy, hot interior.

The experience was at once full of discomfort and delight – at first the material of his glove was cold, but in time her body temperature enveloped him with its heat.

"– God – so warm –" He whispered in a voice trembling with emotion, in some involuntary, primitive reflex forcing her to take his finger deeper inside her, meeting resistance.

"– yes or no –" He breathed out, making her gasp.

Yes or no.

She froze, feeling her heart begin to pound like mad, knowing that he had lied: he had only declared their marriage as white so that after his death his sister's husband would not attempt to kill her out of fear that she might be carrying his heir.

The future King.

"– yes –"

Her fingers clenched on the fabric of the sheet beneath her as he pierced something inside her in one aggressive motion, along with her squeal taking her maidenhood.

She began to wriggle under him with sweet whimpers of delight as his first finger was joined by a second, opening her wide for him only to fuck her before his eyes.

Tears of pleasure and shock ran down her cheeks as she moaned like a mere whore, spreading her thighs wider, his fingers thicker and longer than hers, stretching her so wonderfully.

"– please –" She whimpered, responding with her hips to each thrust of his hand, the tips of his fingers hitting the sweet spot deep inside her with startling precision again and again, while his thumb teased her little pearl between her folds with reluctance.

She bucked up more, panting loudly along with him, feeling the drops of her own wetness begin to run down her thighs one by one, soaking his hand, the fingers of his free palm clenched in her hair.

"– go on – please your King –" He commanded in a low voice from which her weeping cunt clenched around his fingers in convulsions of ecstasy, the sweet, stupefying pleasure making her cry out loudly, her legs bent at the knees quivering all over from the exertion.

"– a-ah –" She mumbled out, her face red with emotion as her body shook with a fulfilment so strong that her leaking, hot walls began to simply suck him inside. He felt it and moaned in a boyish manner, stopping moving, keeping his two fingers slipped deep into her body, just wanting to feel how it pulsed around them.

"– yes – just like that – easy now – easy –" He praised her, slowly sliding them out of her, and she swallowed hard, letting her body fall back onto the bed, panting loudly.

She sighed as he turned her onto her back and spread her thighs, looking at her with eyes black with desire, his hand slipped under the material of his robe.

Only then did she notice that his garment had a slit in the area underneath where his manhood was.

Although he had not allowed her to look at it then, now that he had grasped it in his hand and directed it at her throbbing womanhood, she saw the fat, pink head of it, dripping with his desire.

His hand clamped down on her soft breast, careful, however, not to cause her pain as he began to squeeze his swollen erection in his palm, with sharp, aggressive strokes from the very base to the tip chasing his fulfilment.

She moaned innocently, surprised, tilting her head back as his thumb ran over her hard, sensitive nipple, playing with it, something like satisfaction flashed through his gaze when he saw that this kind of touch was giving her pleasure.

"– my wife is so eager – so devoted to her poor husband – hm? –" He gasped, his breathing heavy as he accelerated, already squeezing only the base of his manhood, rocking his hips back and forth, struggling to restrain himself from opening her up, from sinking into her, from feeling her.

She rolled her hips forward encouragingly, rubbing her moist cunt against the thick head of his erection, drawing a low, almost animalistic groan from his throat, his silhouette moving slightly away.

"– no –" He growled with pain and anger, involuntarily returning again and again to her warmth, letting the tip of it push against her swollen, thirsty slit.

"– please, my King – put inside me –" She begged, but he shook his head and simply came with a loud moan of pleasure, his pearly, sticky spend spewing onto her womanhood.

He stared at this shameless sight, his head bowed low, his breath heavy as if he had just accomplished some heroic feat.

"– you need to bathe in hot water – immediately – dress yourself, I'll call the servants –" He exclaimed, rising abruptly from the bed, covering his manhood back with his robe, wiping his hand sticky with her wetness into its material.

She stood up quickly, horrified that he was surely angry with her for not listening to him, hastily dressing her nightgown over her shoulders, bursting into sobs.

"– forgive me, my King – forgive me, do not send me away –" She begged, but he did not listen to her, ordering his servant to immediately bring the tub into his chamber and fill it with hot water.

Although it slightly burned her skin when she stepped inside, her husband-king explained that the heat killed whatever was spreading his disease, and the oils and herbs that were thrown in were to prevent any other infections.

She looked at him with big eyes as he sat beside her, dipping his leather-gloved hand into the water along with a piece of cloth, sinking it then between her thighs, making sure not a single drop of his seed remained on it.

"– will you forgive me, my beloved? –" She muttered pleadingly, watching his face. He looked at her with a chastising look and sighed heavily.

"– it is I who should beg your forgiveness – I have allowed myself to be carried away by my desires, which have suppressed my reason – do not fear, it will not happen again – after your bath you will return to your chamber and will no longer visit me in the evenings –" He said calmly, looking away.

Her heart stopped in her throat, her brow arching in pain and disbelief at his words.

"Are you sending me away?" She muttered with difficulty. He looked at her, surprised apparently by her question and reaction, his hand froze in mid-motion.

"You can't sleep here because I am here. My breath, my proximity are deadly. I am exposing you even now. Before sleep, my physicians pull off most of the fabric that covers my body. I will never let you see this." He said and swallowed hard, seeing as tears one by one began to run down her cheeks.

"You break my heart. At least let my bed be placed next to yours. Drape it with curtains so that I may not see you or your body at night, but that I may at least hear your voice, hear your presence in the same chamber." She said pleadingly, touching his beautiful silver mask with her hand, his gaze tired and sad, filled with pain.

He hesitated.

"The chamber is not locked. Place my bed by the windows, by the fresh air. Do not condemn me to solitude, show me mercy, my King." She whispered, once again placing a kiss on his mask, on his cold, silver lips, his sigh testifying that he pressed his lips on the other side, reciprocating her caress.

"You are my doom."

At his command, her bed was moved to his chamber, raising voices full of resentment from some of the monks and priests, commenting on the fact that her maidenhood might be called into question.

"White marriage, to my knowledge, does not mean that husband and wife live separately. On the contrary, we should indulge in prayers together and be each other's comfort by day and night."

Honour Knights and Lords were concerned about what kind of comfort his little wife was to him.

Each day, the physicians sent by King Saladin checked the condition of her body and whether there were any signs of infection – her husband watched it from the sidelines in horror, relief in his gaze each time he heard from their lips that his wife was in good health.

However, taking advantage of the fact that the King had left the chamber after her examination, returning to his duties, one of his medics approached her, pale.

"My Lady. Spending so much time in the King's company, you will certainly contract his disease. Often its first symptoms do not appear until years after infection. It is possible that it is already too late." He muttered, bowing before her.

She swallowed loudly, looking at him calmly, feeling discomfort in her stomach.

"Would my husband live to see the time when the first symptoms could be apparent? If it turned out I was infected." She mumbled, and he shook his head.

"No, my Lady."

She smiled at his words and nodded.

"Thank you. Assure my King that I am well and can abide with him as before."

The man looked at her, in his eyes disbelief but at the same time a kind of admiration, compassion and warmth from which she felt a squeeze in her throat.

"My Lady."

The days in Jerusalem were often sunny and hot, and as her husband rejoiced at the sight of her bare body, she walked around his chambers naked, feeling like a Greek goddess, Aphrodite or Artemis.

She would read old volumes, play the lute or embroider while spreading out comfortably on large cushions so that he could see her, and he would admire her from afar like a nymph.

"– my wife is like a fruit of paradise – like a goddess born of the sea foam –" He murmured, looking at her contentedly, bent over the dozens of parchments spread out on his table.

The servants knew that they could not enter his quarters without permission, for although he was gentle and affectionate in his manner, he did not wish to share this shameless sight with anyone.

However, what most of their days consisted of were conversations.

Her husband was a great speaker – they were discussing the Bible, faith, philosophy, poetry, art, war and history for long hours.

At nights, when he couldn't sleep from his pain, hearing his sighs and quiet moans that he tried to suppress for her sake, she would ask him questions.

She couldn't touch his hands or embrace him – his body needed rest, to breathe to keep from rotting and for at least a few hours a day it was supposed to be uncovered.

"Christ says to the adulteress: go and sin no more. However, he knows, as God incarnate, that this is not his command, but a recommendation. Sin is the fatal disease of every human being and we all sin in thought, in speech, in deed, in neglect. This is no reason to be sad. Christ is merely saying: live in such a way as not to cause yourself or others suffering, try to live with dignity, in harmony with yourself and your Father in Heaven."

"Is it known what happened to her afterwards?" She asked quietly, looking at his silhouette, seeing only its outline on the other side of his bed.

"Some identify her with Mary Magdalene or Mary, the sister of Martha and Lazarus. But it could also have been a person not mentioned by name in the Gospel. She certainly followed Christ and became one of his disciples." He said, his voice clearer without his mask, calm and soft.

"Do you think God considers me an adulteress?" She asked in a trembling voice and heard him shift restlessly in his bed.

"Why should such an unjust and harsh judgment fall on my wife? Because she is devoted to me with her soul, heart and body? Haven't you done everything I asked of you and even more? You are as pure as the sheet I lie on, as the delicate fabrics I wear on my skin. Your beauty makes me even more aware of my ugliness." He whispered with pain that made her swallow hard, shocked by his words.

"To me, you are the most beautiful of men. Before I met you, I swore to God that I would never marry, that I would not share Sibylla's fate. He showed me mercy, filling my heart with a burning feeling for you, my beloved."

He was silent, but she heard him exhale loudly, his trembling sigh full of suffering.

He cried.

"If only you could look at my face, see what a disgusting caricature of a human I am, you would understand what a great mistake you made." He howled, choking on his own tears, clearly letting out what had been weighing on his heart for weeks.

The fear that if she accidentally saw his face, she would scream in terror and run away.

"Is your faith in me so weak? I hoped you think of me with respect." She mumbled, heartbroken, feeling a squeeze in her throat.

She heard him swallow hard at her words, clearly terrified that he had offended her.

"I do, my love. Forgive me."

"I fell in love with a human, not an earthly shell." She said, but he didn't answer her.

She watched the silhouette of her husband and his physicians each evening through the curtains, seeing them only as through a fog in the candlelight, their shadows dancing around her.

She could hear his hisses and cries of pain as they treated his wounds, see the outline of his head, always with his back turned to her.

When they were finally left alone and he lay down on his bed, she heard his sigh of relief, his face, though she couldn't see it, turned towards her.

"My sweetest?" He whispered, and she smiled warmly, feeling a wonderful delight in her heart every time he called her that.

"I'm here, my love." She murmured, twisting comfortably in her bed.

"I desire you."

She swallowed hard, feeling her warm womanhood throb around nothing.

"I desire you too, my beloved."

They were both silent for a long moment, the tension around them palpable in the air.

"– one of my physicians –" He began in a trembling voice. "– at my request, he created something that I can – put on my length so as not to touch you directly – from what I understand, he made it from the intestine of some animal and disinfected it – he assured me that it would be safe for both of us, but –"

"– yes –" She muttered, feeling her heart begin to pound like crazy at the thought that he wanted to do this to her.

"– you know it's a risk –" He said, his voice quivering with longing, the shadow of his silhouette turned towards her.

"– I knew it from the very beginning – I don't care what happens to my body – I just want to feel my beloved husband inside me –" She whispered with embarrassment and that seemed to be enough for him.

She heard him stand up, quickly putting the cloth and mask over his head as he appeared on the other side, beside her bed, looking as he usually did – the same black leather gloves on his hands, his fingers clenched on a small wooden box.

"– undress –" He commanded, and she did so, literally ripping off herself her nightgown, laying down on her stomach.

His silhouette was instantly next her, kneeling behind her buttocks, his breath hitched and quickened when she heard the rustling of something and another strange, sticky sound.

After a moment, his fingers tentatively and gently ran over her swollen, pink folds, collecting her wetness, which had already managed to trickle down her thigh.

"– no other treatments are needed – my sweet wife is leaking like a forest stream –" He hummed with delight and admiration, she felt her cheeks blush with embarrassment.

They both sighed as she felt something thick and hard begin to push against her puffy slit, opening her wide – despite her lack of preparation her cunt pulsed in delight, moist with desire.

The feeling of him deep inside her, so intense and definitive, of how hard his long, thick erection stretched her fleshy walls was shockingly pleasurable and terrifying at the same time, as if her body no longer belonged to her.

"– yes, yes, yes –" She mewled as she felt his hands clamp down on her buttocks, spreading them apart as if he were tearing a piece of fruit, another determined thrust of his hips sinking him completely into her hot core with their moans of pleasure.

"– fuck –"

She wasn't sure if he had ever cursed before, but then, as his hips immediately began to pound into her with loud slaps, nothing more than their panting, grunts and words insulting to God left his mouth.

"– we'll do it frequently – so that you can remember this feeling well – your husband deep inside your warmth –" He exhaled in a way from which her little cunt began to squeeze him greedily, sucking his erection inside, her lips parted wide in a loud, helpless whines of pleasure so strong that she had to close her eyes, her hands clenched on the bedding.

His gloved fingers dug into the delicate structure of her hips, imposing a more aggressive pace on her, his fat manhood bursting deep between her fleshy walls without slipping out of her, hitting again and again her sweet little spot.

"– yes – yes, I love you, I love you, I love you, please –" She cried out, feeling the tension in her silky womanhood reach its zenith, the pleasant tingling in her belly testifying to the fact that she was about to reach her peak with him and dreamed of nothing else.

He moaned low, slamming into her like mad, feeling her weeping core clench around his twitching length more and more, his manhood hard as a rock with desire.

"– G-God – oh, fuck, yes, yes, my sweetest, let me, ah –" He gasped in delight, coming deep inside her, filling the thin material overlying his manhood with his release.

Her eyes closed and her mouth parted wide as her peak came down on her like a thunderbolt, shaking her body with convulsions of delicious delight.

They both moaned and panted, rocking their hips for a moment more with the loud click of her slick cunt, his hands soothingly kneading the skin of her buttocks.

"– I will order more of this to be prepared – so that I can fulfil my marital duty every night –" He sighed with satisfaction.

She involuntarily smiled under her breath, looking up at him over her shoulder, the moonlight shining outside the window reflected in his mask.

"– what kind of white marriage is this? –" She asked teasingly, rolling her hips, feeling his half-soft manhood pulsate inside her again.

"– our kind – do not fret – I will explain it to God once I am before him – I will tell him that I loved my wife too much –"

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Author's note: Between their wedding day and this next act, weeks actually pass during which he doesn't touch her (she mentions the days spent in his company and how she is examined every day, how he watches her naked, but apart from that nothing happens between them). He is afraid that if he tries to touch her again, he won't hold back (he had already had difficulty not taking her on their wedding night), so he tried to think of something so as not to touch her directly with his manhood. Their intimacy is an act of their desperation, the pain of knowing that their marriage will last a year or two at most. The desire to touch her and feel her is as strong in him as the desire to protect her and push her away. Their love is tragic and complete to me, and she knows what she is risking (she knew from the very beginning).

[incorrect-koh-posts]

You said "which is a tragedy in its own right as far as my tastes are concerned, but I digress", but I'm curious to hear your thoughts on this. I hope it's okay to ask, but what kind of fics/pairings would you like/prefer to see emerge from the fandom?

Of course it's okay to ask, dear anon!

Personally? I'd love to see more variety. One of the chief reasons why I enjoy reading fan fiction is finding new things I like - perhaps some pairing I hadn't considered before, some batshit premise or crossover that turns out to be actually brilliant, or maybe a cool genfic that explores previously unseen sides of a character or character dynamic that people don't write about very often. I'm not really the kind of person who seeks out fic based on specific tropes. Once I've read a story with a certain trope in a fandom, it's pretty unlikely that I'll go and read another one with a very similar premise, unless I really enjoy the author's writing.

So what I'd be excited about seeing in the AO3 tag would honestly just be: something new. For instance, a sapphic Sibylla/OC fic would be such a fascinating read (as would be anything at all that explores Sibylla's character a bit more). Or a Saladin-centric fic - sign me the hell up. I'd adore finding something for Godfrey or Imad, and we all know a new Tiberias fic would have me foaming at the mouth. I'd also love an interesting and/or wacky AU (and I'd write one myself if I had the time). Make it Jane Austen and let Baldwin have a gentleman suitor, while Sibylla elopes Lydia-Bennett style with Guy, and Godfrey and Raymond grump about in the Navy. Write a daemon AU (as in His Dark Materials) in the canonical universe. Or throw them all into the 21st century and let Reynald send Saladin threatening messages via fax.

I know the KoH fandom is much too small to engender the sort of variety I'd ideally like to see, and it's only reasonable for writers to sort of double down upon the fic premises and tropes that have done well in terms of hits and comments in the past and write more of the stuff the majority enjoys. As far as taste goes, I'm aware I'm the complete outlier here, and I really don't mean to antagonise anybody with this post or insult their writing or reading preferences. I'm glad your fics are doing well, folks, I truly am - it's only that I'm very likely not the target audience for them. Sometimes I just wish I weren't the only freak in the circus, lol.

(The post anon is referring to is this one btw.)

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I sighed deeply, scrolling through my social media feed with my AirPods in, already dreading this field trip. My university had chosen Jerusalem for its historical significance, but I knew it wouldn’t end well because of my three tormentors. Maisy, a popular social media influencer, and her accomplices, Elba and Imogen.“Hey, (Y/N),” a voice called, sharp and mocking. My stomach sank as I turned to see them standing nearby, smirking. Maisy, never missing an opportunity to torment me, snatched my AirPods without hesitation.

“Hey! Give them back!” I yelled, desperately reaching for them.

Maisy smiled maliciously. “It’s not like you need these anyway. I forgot mine, but I remembered that someone as pathetic as you would surely have brought theirs.” Tears stung my eyes. “Please, just give them back,” I pleaded, stepping closer, but Elba shoved me hard, sending me tumbling to the ground. “Oops! Sorry, (Y/N),” Elba said mockingly. “Didn’t realize it was you". "You look so ugly that I mistook you for a troll doll!” They burst into laughter, pointing at me. “Who knew she could manage to look even worse? My grandma has better skin and fashion sense than her!” Imogen chimed in. In a surge of frustration and adrenaline, I snapped back, “At least I’m not bald like her!” Their laughter stopped abruptly, and their eyes narrowed in anger. It wasn’t like me to fight back, and my retort clearly stung. “You little b**ch!” Maisy snarled. Elba and Imogen wasted no time kicking and stomping me. Imogen’s boot crushed my foot ruthlessly as she hissed, “How dare you?” Maisy, holding my AirPods, slapped me across the face, sending me sprawling. “Looks like we’ve been too soft on you,” she sneered, her pride wounded. Elba and Imogen nodded in agreement. With a vindictive glare, Maisy threw my AirPods to the ground, stomping on them as hard as she could. “Let’s go, girls. Her ‘precious’ AirPods are probably as broken as she is now.” They walked away laughing, leaving me on the ground, tears streaming down my face. I picked up my AirPods, fearing the worst, but to my relief, they were undamaged. Still, the humiliation lingered as I cried, wondering why this kept happening to me. What had I done to deserve this?

My phone buzzed in my pocket, jolting me from my despair. It was my professor calling, but I ignored it. I was too devastated to talk to anyone, let alone explain myself. Eventually, the buzzing stopped, and after some time, I managed to compose myself and rejoin my classmates. When I returned, it was clear something had happened. My classmates looked at me with irritation and disdain. Maisy, Elba, and Imogen stood with exaggeratedly hurt expressions, while my professor regarded me with disappointment.

“(Y/N), what’s this I’m hearing?” my professor demanded. “Did you really insult Maisy when she kindly asked to borrow your AirPods? And did you call Elba’s grandmother bald?” I stood there, stunned, unable to believe what I was hearing. My classmates whispered among themselves, their judgmental stares cutting into me. “Maisy snatched my AirPods,” I began, my voice trembling. “She said they were hers now. Elba shoved me and insulted me first. They slapped me and kicked me!” I pointed to the bruises on my arms and legs, desperate for someone to believe me but my professor wasn’t interested. She sighed dismissively. “You’ve admitted to speaking poorly of Elba’s grandmother, (Y/N). Given the importance of tomorrow’s project, it’s best you stay at the hotel. You’re too emotional, and we need everyone focused on making a good impression for our university.”

Tears welled in my eyes as I realized there was no use arguing. My professor always sided with my bullies, no matter the situation. If I protested further, I’d risk being removed from the project entirely. As everyone filed out, Maisy, Elba, and Imogen lingered behind. They smirked, taunting me with whispered jabs. “Looks like we put you back in your place,” Maisy sneered, delighted by my tears. They left me sobbing in silence, reveling in their victory.

The next day, I bought a ticket to visit the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. Wanting to feel special for the occasion, I chose to wear a vintage gown, hoping to fit into the solemn and historic atmosphere of the church. As I wandered inside, I admired the intricate beauty surrounding me. The grandeur of the architecture, the scent of incense lingering in the air, and the serene whispers of prayers.

Lost in the church's splendor, I stumbled upon a peculiar passage tucked away in one corner. Peering into it, I realized the passage was empty and seemingly unnoticed by others. I glanced around, but no one seemed interested in exploring it. Out of curiosity, I checked for any signs prohibiting entry but found none. Excited and intrigued, I decided to venture inside. The passage was narrow and quiet, and as I walked, I wondered where it would lead. To my surprise, I emerged on the other side of the church. A place I hadn’t even known existed. The scene before me was astonishing. It was as though I had stepped back in time. People dressed in elaborate medieval gowns moved about, some appearing wealthy, while others were priests engaged in serious discussions. Knights clad in armor sat at tables, eating and chatting. Everything was vibrant, alive, and breathtakingly beautiful. My awe quickly turned into self-consciousness when I noticed people staring at me. They pointed at my dress and, more often, at my uncovered hair. My vintage gown was nothing like the styles of the Middle Ages, but I realized their real discomfort came from my bare head. Feeling embarrassed, I quickly took my shawl and draped it over my head, covering my hair. The whispering subsided somewhat, though I could still feel lingering glances. Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Turning in the direction of the noise, I saw a man dressed in white robes and bandages. His face was partially hidden, but his sharp, striking blue eyes were unmissable. Though much of his face appeared scarred, his gaze held authority. He addressed me sternly in French, his voice sharp and commanding. I pointed to myself in confusion, unable to understand him. Frustrated, the man sighed, rubbing his forehead and muttering something to himself. In an attempt to communicate, I responded in Latin, explaining that I didn’t understand French. To my surprise, the man’s demeanor softened. He was impressed and astonished that I could speak Latin, remarking that very few people knew the language. He explained that my presence had unsettled the others because of my unfamiliar attire and because they didn’t recognize me. He himself was certain he had never seen me before. Believing I was a commoner who had sneaked into the Christmas Eve gathering, he had approached me, intending to reprimand me and send me away. "You seem to be a newly arrived noblewoman to the Holy Kingdom of Jerusalem," he remarked, "for only a select few know Latin." His curiosity was piqued, and he began asking me questions. I answered as best as I could, though I struggled to keep up. Eventually, he asked, "You look wounded. Did someone in my kingdom say something to you?" The question caught me off guard, and I felt tears welling in my eyes again. I forced a nervous smile, but my voice trembled as I replied, "Yes, I am wounded both mentally and physically. Some people enjoy picking on me, making me feel miserable whenever they please. Others follow their lead and hurt me too." My voice broke as I choked on my tears. "It’s like I’ve become a punching bag for everyone."

The man fell silent, his expression unreadable as he studied me. "Surely someone as healthy and beautiful as you shouldn’t be going through this," he said softly. I scoffed bitterly. "Oh, you have no idea." His lips twitched in annoyance. "I’m not accustomed to being spoken to so informally," he said, his tone sharp. "You seem like a spoiled noblewoman." I stared at him, tears streaming down my face. "You’re just like them, aren’t you?" I whispered, my voice cracking. The man’s expression changed, his annoyance giving way to thoughtfulness. After a moment, he said, "You don’t speak to the King of the Holy Kingdom of Jerusalem in such a manner." His voice carried a mixture of irritation and amusement. My eyes widened in shock. "The king?" I stammered, unsure if I had heard him correctly. He laughed heartily. "You truly don’t know the infamous leper king who will bring a curse upon the Kingdom of Jerusalem," he said. "You really are an odd noblewoman." His words left me bewildered. Analyzing the situation, I concluded he must be cosplaying as King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem from the movie Kingdom of Heaven. I had seen people dressed as him on social media. Deciding to play along, I curtsied and spoke formally. "Forgive me, Your Highness, for showing such disrespect. Please accept my sincerest apologies." The man nodded, accepting my gesture. "None taken," he said. "From the moment we met, I could tell you didn’t recognize me, though I hoped I was wrong." I straightened myself as he resumed his questions. "You say you are wounded. Why do people bother you?" I replied sadly, "I don’t know. I think it’s because of my shy nature. I have a tough time mixing with others, and it’s hard for me to say 'no.' Perhaps that’s why I’m an easy target." Baldwin listened attentively, then shared his own experience. "I remember when I was young and healthy like you. My friends mocked me for my embarrassing stutter, which I inherited from my father. I used my status as a prince to threaten them, but it was in vain. "I was the smartest among my friends, but they dismissed my abilities, claiming my tutors went easy on me because I was the king’s son. Their words hurt, and I started questioning my own capabilities."

I was impressed by how dedicated this man was to cosplaying the king, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that his pain was genuine. I nodded for him to continue. Baldwin began, his voice laced with melancholy, “It hurt so much to have them question me and mock me, but I couldn’t even share this pain with anyone. My father was often busy, and my stepmother didn’t like me. As the legitimate heir, I always came before her own children, and that bred resentment. My mother had remarried shortly after her separation, just to survive, while my sister was raised by our aunt Ioveta in the Abbess of Bethany.”His gaze grew distant as he spoke. "Even if I had someone to confide in, I doubt I would have dared. As a man and a future king, showing emotions was seen as unbecoming. I had to suppress my feelings because men shouldn’t be vulnerable. This silence only encouraged my tormentors. They thrived on my withdrawal, enjoying the torment they inflicted upon me. They even went as far as to mock me, claiming I was an illegitimate child. They would threaten that, once they gained power, they would strip me of my title and rally others against me."I gasped, shocked at the cruelty of children. Covering my mouth, I murmured, "Who knew children could be so heartless?" Baldwin offered a sad smile. "Oh, you have no idea."I interjected, "Surely your tutors noticed what was happening and stepped in to help?" Baldwin’s smile faded into a resigned expression. "Just as in your case, my tutors chose to ignore the situation. I couldn’t even approach them for fear they would label me weak and emotional. I was the future king weakness was unacceptable. I had to bear it all in silence." His words triggered a sense of déjà vu within me, reminding me of the times my concerns had been dismissed as emotional outbursts. I tentatively asked, "Did things get better over time?" Baldwin’s face grew darker. "No," he replied. "It was only the beginning of my torment. One day, my friends and I were playing a game that involved pinching each other. Naturally, they all targeted me. I bore the pain with great patience, feeling proud of my endurance. But my joy was short-lived. My tutor, William of Tyre, called me over to inspect my wounds, and soon after, I was placed in isolation. Physicians were summoned, bloodletting was performed, and ointments were applied. It was clear something serious had occurred."His voice grew heavier with emotion. "Then came the dreadful news, I was cursed. A leper. I was devastated, consumed by thoughts of ‘Why me? Why had God forsaken me?’ I questioned what I had done to deserve such a fate. My father had been hesitant to diagnose me early, fearing I would be sent to Saint Lazarus to train as a knight among other lepers. But once the truth was undeniable, he began to look toward my elder sister, her husband, and their potential heirs to secure the kingdom’s future. I couldn’t help but wonder if he, too, would abandon me."Trying to console him, I said softly, "He was a king with a kingdom to protect. I’m sure he loved you." Baldwin exhaled deeply, nodding slightly. "I believe he did."I hesitated before asking, "What did you do then?" Baldwin’s lips curved into a faint smile. "At first, I admit, I succumbed to despair. Just as you feel now, I, too, wondered what I had done to deserve such suffering. I had lost my family, endured torment from my friends, and now this disease. But eventually, I grew tired of being mistreated. I resolved to fight back, to prove that I was capable of ruling and deserving of my throne. I prayed to God for a chance, promising to become an able and just king if given the opportunity.

"So, I began studying and practicing relentlessly. This time, I refused to submit to my fate. If I was going to die, I wanted my life to have meaning. What worth would my existence have if I continued to surrender to torment? I came to believe that my suffering was the price of my submission, that God deemed me unfit to rule because I lacked the courage to stand up for myself. In the end, I realized I had no one to blame but myself. If you don’t fight back, your situation will only worsen."He paused, gesturing toward his disfigured face. "Just like mine."I remembered Maisy, a popular influencer with a substantial social media following, who had already turned my life into a living hell. Through her false accusations, she ensured I felt unwelcome wherever I went. Maisy would hit and insult me, then twist the narrative, claiming that I was the one who had harmed her. Her friends, Elba and Imogen, were no better. They would gang up with her, acting as "eyewitnesses" to corroborate her lies. Maisy frequently threatened me, saying that no one would ever believe my side of the story. She warned that if I dared to complain, she would smear me with false allegations on social media, destroying my reputation, education, and future career. Considering that my classmates already believed her lies and my professors often sided with them, I felt hopeless. I believed Maisy's threats and chose to endure the torment in silence. Not wanting to give up entirely, I asked Baldwin hesitantly, "What if I lose everything in the process? What if fighting back costs me the things I love and leaves me financially ruined?" Baldwin responded immediately, his tone firm. "Then you choose to worsen your situation. Do you truly believe this will all end when you leave this place? There are kind people in the world, yes, but there are also selfish and cruel ones. Once they recognize you as a target, they will treat you the same. How long and how far can you keep running?" I paused, his words sinking in, and fell into deep thought. Baldwin continued, "The choice is yours, of course. Either die a little every day or stand up and fight, even if it means risking everything once and for all and die once and for all as well instead of dying everyday little by little. I can’t claim to know exactly what you’re going through, but the decision on how to move forward is ultimately yours." After a moment of deep contemplation, I finally spoke, determination in my voice. "I will fight, of course."

Baldwin beamed at my response, his expression proud. "Good, my rude noblewoman." My cheeks flushed in embarrassment as I realized I had spoken informally to him during our entire conversation. I moved to bow in apology, but Baldwin stopped me, laughing wholeheartedly. "It’s fine," he said. "I can tell you don’t mean to be disrespectful. Besides, it’s been such a long time since I’ve had a heartfelt conversation like this with someone. I truly enjoyed it." I smiled and nodded, replying respectfully, "I agree, Your Majesty." One side of Baldwin’s mouth curled into a smile. "So, it’s ‘Your Majesty’ now?" he teased. I laughed lightly. "Yes, it seems like it." Baldwin reached for his necklace and held it out to me. "Please, wear this," he said. I was astonished, knowing how expensive such a gift must be. "Your Majesty, are you sure?" I asked hesitantly. Baldwin’s cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as he insisted, "I insist. I think you would look beautiful in this necklace." I swore I saw his eyes shining with joy as his cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink. *Does he have a crush on me?* I wondered silently. Smiling, I accepted the necklace. As our hands lightly brushed, Baldwin seemed to grow even more nervous. "Uh, I’m sorry about taking up your time," he stammered. For the first time in a while, I smiled with genuine joy, and Baldwin seemed pleased as well. "Don’t be sad," he mumbled. "I hope to see you again soon. Surely, God had His reasons for allowing us to meet." I chuckled softly and replied, "I believe so, too." As I turned to leave, Baldwin called out to me desperately, "When can we meet again? Surely there must be a place where we can see each other once more!" I paused, uncertain, before answering, "I don’t know. But I have a feeling we’ll meet again." Turning back to him, I added warmly, "Merry Christmas, Your Majesty." Baldwin smiled, his expression tender. "Merry Christmas, (Y/N)."

I woke up alone, lying on the cold floor of the church. Everyone had already left, and the darkness had settled in. *I must have fallen asleep,* I thought, but as I moved, I felt something metallic in my hand. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a necklace, the very same one King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem had given me. *Was it all just a dream, or did everything actually happen?* I wondered. I clutched the necklace, feeling a wave of emotion and newfound determination. Without hesitation, I placed the necklace around my neck. *I will fight back. I swear it. I won't let myself or you down.* Filled with resolve, I stood and left the church, the necklace now resting firmly around my neck.

~*The End*~

[sunnycanvas]

could you do one of the king being perverts with his wife and they end un being intimate

Warning: Fingering, Anal Sex, Slight Size Kink, Exhibitionism, Oral (Female Receiving)

I came running towards the garden where my best friend was waiting for me excitedly. I quickly sat in chair opposite of my bestfriend. "Spill the tea" "Tell me all the lattest gossips". She excitedly asked, hardly allowing me to catch my breath. Flabbergasted I stared at her not knowing what to say. "My mouth opened and closed with words forming in my mind but immediately dying the moment I thought of saying it. My best friend misunderstood the situation and gushed loudly saying "By god's grace, (y/n) you are so lucky" "Who knew his majesty is so romantic". "It's talk of court how romantic the king is". Angry I yelled "That pervert-". I immediately composed myself reminding myself that I am queen. I looked around to see few curious looks at us. I glared at my bestfriend saying "Quite, remember there are always eyes watching us" "We can't get caught gossiping". My best friend wide eyed by my warning clamped her mouth. Breath out in relief my stance softening. "Promise you won't tell it to anyone". My bestfriend shooked her head. Despite my love for her I warned her "I will have your head head of you as much as utter a word to someone". My bestfriend sensing the seriousness of situation said "I swear on my cross". I calmed down knowing that I had her full loyalty

I leaned back relaxing and chuckled while taking a sip of water already there in table. "So, that's what they call him" "Romantic Leper King" "That checky bastard". My bestfriend looked at me wide eyed because she knew I never spoke about my husband like that but sensing my mood she didn't dare interrupt me giving me space for which I was grateful. I drank water and then continued my voice strained "So, what have you heard so far". My bestfriend as if forgetting my previous outburst spoke enthusiastically. "Apparently some maids saw the king carrying you in his arms when you were in pain" Dumbfounded I replied "I am suprised that no one noticed it" "That's not how it happened. I began to whisper and my bestfriend leaned forward enthusiastically. "Apparently.....

I was quite confused why Baldwin had asked to dress up as maid and bring a bouquet of roses and put it inside a vase without anyone noticing and pick up a specific pen he 'accidently' left on floor. After placing bouquet of roses in vase. I bend down to pick up the pen I found on the floor as instructed. Suddenly I felt my skirted getting lift up

*Whistle*. "What beautiful panty you are wearing ma belle" I gasped recognising the voice immediately. Baldwin shamelessly pulled down my panties and played with my ass. "I like these too" "So thick full of meat and began kissing and nibbling my ass". Embarassed I attempted to warn Baldwin. "Someone will see". Baldwin not caring said "I did specifically say no one to come this specific area of palace today meaning that now you are at my mercy". Baldwin put the vase down and put me on table where vase was previously kept. He began fucking me from behind. His penis in my ass. "Ah" "Ma douce" "So beautiful". Despite my embarassment I couldn't help but moan. My moan must have been loud because I could hear footsteps. Baldwin realising he was about to get caught took out his dagger and cut a piece of curtain and covered me in it. "I wouldn't let anyone besides me see you in this state" he whispered near my ear. The maids came and saw Baldwin picking me in arms and moving away. Baldwin confidently said "The queen is injured bring warm water, cloth and a bouquet of roses. I gasped knowing his teasing undertone behind his voice"

It was my bestfriend's turn to look dumbfounded. I felt sorry for her but I reminded myself how much she pestered about gossip these few weeks and I continued

"Ah!" "Ah"! "Baldwin". I moaned. Baldwin with pretense of caring about me personally ate me out. "My beautiful maid" "You taste so good". "Ah!" "W-where dih you get-ah this idea from" I managed to whisper out but Baldwin ignored me and continued eating me out. I could hear the maids outside whispering "I feel so bad for princess" "I seems the princess herself pretty bad for her to moan loudly like that". I was embarassed for getting heard. Baldwin in his wonder of his own dived his tongue deeper making me cum more. "Oh" I arched my back in pleasure when Baldwin hit a particular spot. Baldwin smirked and said "Seems like I got a sensitive spot". He purged his finger inside playing with my g spot. He soon got his tongue back inside me eating me out. His tongue and finger both violated my g spot making me see stars. "Ah, Baldwin I am....." I didn't have time to continue as I cummed in Baldwin's face. I could see my cum dripping down from Baldwin's chin. Baldwin grinned and said "Thank you for your delicious meal my maid and as for your question I have seen many times how friendly you are with our maids. While I saw you talking with them I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to see you in maid uniform". Baldwin gulped down my cum and said "Which is short" "How nice it would be if you were my personal maid for my personal needs". Baldwin checked me out in my uniform. "Alas, I couldn't have you walking in public in short uniform but now I can". I gasped when Baldwin tore of my skirts making it very small. My pussy lips were easily available. "Go work my maid". I shall observe you while you work. He made me get up and smacked my ass as I worked cleaning and dusting the room. Once he was satisfied with groping and smacking my ass he left. Once out of our room his demeanor immediately changed completely "I took care of the queen but she still needs her rest" "Nobody should enter and disturb her till then". I was left with my swollen vagina still sticky with his saliva

My bestfriend stared at me mouth open shocked but she seemed strangely turned on as well. With difficulty she tried keeping a poker face. They swallowed her saliva in an attempt to wet her mouth and asked "And what about his majesty calling you in office to give you beautiful necklace. I smiled sadly wondering how much people heard and misunderstood the situation and then continued...

"I was once again called in again inside Baldwin's office. I was suspicious about him because of last time. This time however he insisted he had a gift for me. I loved getting gifts and Baldwin barely provided me with any gift due to the tight budget of the kingdom. As a result I was very excited and couldn't refuse him. Once outside his office I hesitated and reluctantly knocked on the door. I soon heard a soft 'Enter'. I entered the room and looked around suspiciously. Baldwin amused by reaction and laughed "Don't worry ma belle, this is no sex dungeon which traps inside it". Baldwin for a moment seemed to consider this indea and leaned forward muttering "Although building a room specifically with for sex with you trapped inside seamed like a good idea". "Imagine coming to room tired due my disease and council only to see you all tied up with your legs spread out to take me". Worried that he will act out his fantasy like last time I asked "Baldwin, what was it you wished to show me". Baldwin seemed to come out of his fantasy world. He pinched his nose and said "Ah, yes" "Your gift". Baldwin opened his drawer and took out a box. He opened it showing a beautiful piece of necklace. Excited I forgot all about my caution and moved forward to take it. Baldwin as if already aware of my reaction. Quickly grabbed my arm making me sit on his lap. "Easy mon amour". He hicked up my skirt and without warning he began humping me without removing my panty. I moaned in sudden stimulation of his large cock. Meanwhile Baldwin with his face flushed unbuttoned his shirt exposing his well defined abdomen. "Kiss my chest". He commanded. Overcome by lust and vengeance I started playing with his chest. Particularly nibbling, sucking and kissing his nipples hard. Baldwin seemed to enjoy my 'revenge' and humped with harder. I arched my back in pleasure as he went harder. Baldwin angry for loss of my touch roughly grabbed my hair and yanked me forward making me looking at his angry eyes "Don't" "Disobey". He warned. He put my near his chest. Understanding what I need to do I continued. Baldwin kept on moaning my name. My panty were drenched in his and my cum. Soon Baldwin cummed inside me and now I knew for sure my panties were now mainly drenched in his cum. Baldwin chuckled while I caught my breath. He soon took out the necklace and put it in my necklace. He kissed my cheek and chuckled saying "Poor (Y/N) will be soon leaving this room with my sperms inside you unbeknownst to others". Baldwin further pushed the panty inside me causing me a bit overstimulation. I whimpered in pain. He paused and then warned me "I want you to wear the same panty for the entire day" "Don't you dare take them off until I say so or else...". I nodded in with my legs wobbly and left the room

My best friend paused and said I thought it was because of my monthly. "I nodded my head" "This rumour I know for sure because of what happened later that night". I recalled...

Later that night we sat at the dining table. As expected of the queen I was next to Baldwin. I gasped when I suddenly felt Baldwin grab my thigh. I was quite confident he wouldn't pull up tricks here in front of everyone. So I was quite shocked. My reaction attracted the attention of others much to my embarassment. I looked at Baldwin shocked not knowing what to do. Baldwin ever so smart replied confidently "My queen is going through menstruation flux" "Please excuse her reaction". Knowing it was such a taboo topic nobody wanted to ponder about it more and immediately started talking about something else. I could tell some looked at me in pity while others looked at me in disgust.Baldwin soon took this opportunity to take his hand near my pussy and pushed my panties inside my pussy while playing with it. He angrily whispered

"Tch- You aren't wearing the same panties I told you to wear"

"But they were so uncomfortable"

"Looks like you still haven't learned your lesson"

I looked at him pleading "Please Baldwin, have mercy" "Not here in front of everyone". Baldwin without care said "Should have said that before disobeying me". Baldwin put his finger inside my vagina and began playing with my folds while talking with other guests at the table. I could hardly concentrate with Baldwin's playing with my folds. He soon pulled my panty hard inside my pussy my stretching it inside me with hands. I moaned as the cloth made hard friction against my clit. Baldwin continued this ministration before tearing of my panty. I gasped shocked again l. Baldwin faking concern leaned near my ear and whispers "Oops, forgive me" "My queen". I knew that it was a taunt unlike onlookers who misinterpreted the situation. He put two fingers inside me while exploring my folds. He used two of fingers to pinch my clit which caused me to whimper. Baldwin continued his exploration of my pussy. He then found my hole and put one of finger inside. He kept exploring deeper with his finger. It was soon replaced by two fingers. He fingered me inside my hole with two of fingers. He kept playing inside me. He then suddenly took out his fingers and began exploring my pussy again and he found my sensitive spot. He rubbed furiously while I scratched the table in pleasure. Baldwin continued his conversation with others while he took five of his fingers and put it inside my pussy causing me to spread my legs wider. Baldwin explore my entire pussy. One of five of fingers massaging it. Few of his fingers focused on sensitive spot while others focused on my hole once again. I was in verge of tears with how good it was feeling and kept scratching the table in pleasure. Baldwin moved faster and harder causing me to cummed in fingers. I moaned hard. I quickly covered my mouth realising what I had done. Baldwin looked at everyone at the table with a dejected expression and said "My apologies, it looks like my wife is in extreme pain so I need to dismiss this dinner early and retire with my wife early in our private chamber". I knew by his words of 'retire early in private chambers' meant my punishment will continue there, once everyone left. Baldwin took out his hand which was covered in my cum and right in front of my face he licked and sucked his hand causing me to blush. Baldwin then took me by shoulder and pretended to help me walk to our chamber. "As much I love to carry you in my arms, you need to walk right now," "Can't have you carry me in your arms to have you flashing your pussy to others now, can I?". I later realised he purposely made me put a show of me in front of others. So that not only he can punish he but also use me as an excuse to dismiss the dinner early. You know what they say to hit two stones with one bird.

My bestfriend was flustered by my talk. She pretended to shift the conversation by complimenting my necklace "Oh my, what a beautiful necklace the king gifted you" "The king has such a refined taste". Abashed I nodded knowing I had the same reaction before learning the truth. My bestfriend continued "It's such a beautiful necklace, I am so jealous of you (Y/N) " "Can I please inspect it". I nodded seemingly waiting for her reaction. "Here it comes..." I thought. My bestfriend overturned my necklace and was shocked to see what was behind it. I was somehow able to control myself from bursting out in laughter.

"Baldwin's pet"

My bestfriend muttered as she read the test behind the necklace. My bestfriend looked at me shocked and said. "(Y/N), for my mental health's sake I will pretend we never had this conversation". I couldn't control myself and burst out laughing.

[sunnycanvas]

Hello i really really love your work!

Today is my birthday and since my family already celebrated it and today i didnt get any gifts i was thinking Maybe you could give me one? A one where its readers birthday and what he would do? Thank you bye!❤️

Belated Happy Birthday Dear,

Here is a piece of work I wrote as a gift, No promises if it will be good 😅. Hope you enjoy it

Exhausted from my birthday celebration, I yawned as I entered my room, eager to see my beloved. Baldwin was seated, absorbed in a book, so focused he didn’t notice me at first. Mischievously, like a child, I crept up behind him, hoping to give him a playful scare. But of course, my Baldwin, ever the trained knight, sensed my presence. The moment his eyes met mine, they were filled with love. Embarrassed at being caught, I hugged him from behind, trying to hide my face against his shoulder. He chuckled softly, closing his book and kissing my cheek. "Happy birthday, my queen," he whispered warmly. "I hope the party I arranged in your honor was to your liking." I chose my next words carefully, not wanting to upset him. "It was lovely," I said, smiling as I gently smoothed the dress he had gifted me. "The celebration was grand, and the dress you chose for me is stunning." I paused, caressing the fabric before continuing. "The food was delicious, and I received so many gifts but my voice wavered slightly as I went on, "Still, I could sense that most of the guests weren’t genuine. Their compliments and gifts seemed more about their own gain than celebrating me." I lowered my gaze, sadness creeping in despite the joyous day. Baldwin let out a relieved sigh. "You had me worried for a moment, Y/N," he said, gently taking my hand. "I thought the celebration hadn’t pleased you."

"You left early," I said, my voice still tinged with disappointment. "You know how much it meant to me to have you by my side on my birthday. I've always been understanding of your condition, Baldwin, but you promised you'd stay and celebrate with me, no matter what."Baldwin gave me a sympathetic smile, his eyes soft with regret. "Believe me, I wanted to stay longer," he said gently, "but urgent matters required my attention."Still upset, I pressed him further. "You wouldn’t go back on your promise, would you?" My words carried a weight I couldn't mask. Baldwin's smile faded into something sadder, more resigned. "If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, I’m ready to do it," he said earnestly. Seizing the moment, I asked with a playful smile, "Would you like to go out with me?" Baldwin looked confused. "Go where? A walk in the garden?".I shook my head. "No, I want something more exciting. I’m craving an adventure." His confusion deepened, so I continued, "I was thinking we could disguise ourselves as commoners and wander through the market. We could buy whatever we like, eat street food, and just enjoy ourselves like ordinary people."Baldwin stared at me in shock, as if I’d just grown a second head. "No, absolutely not," he said firmly. "It's far too dangerous. I can’t allow us to put ourselves at such risk." Knowing his weakness, I gave him my best puppy-eyed look, watching as his resolve began to crack. His expression turned anxious as he called my name in warning, "(Y/N)." His tone was serious, but I could tell he was faltering. I refused to back down. "Please, Baldwin," I urged, "this is the same market built by the late of Jerusalem Queen Melisende, your grandmother. I’d feel closer to you by visiting a place she helped create." Baldwin looked visibly moved by my words, his hard stance softening. He chuckled, shaking his head. "Who knew my queen could be so mischievous?" he teased. "Though it’s dangerous, I’ll do this for you." Overjoyed, I threw my arms around him so fiercely I almost knocked him out of his chair. Baldwin laughed, his joy infectious as he wrapped his arms around me in return. "Easy, love," he chuckled. "I’d rather not break my back, or else I won’t be able to fulfill my promise to you."I smiled, nodding, already anticipating the adventure ahead.

That night, Baldwin and I slipped out of the castle, dressed as commoners. Hand in hand, we strolled through the lively market, blending in with the evening crowd. Every now and then, I’d sneak a quick kiss on his cheek, delighting in the way he blushed. Baldwin, ever the modest one, would scold me gently. "You should act more discreetly," he whispered, trying to sound stern.I smirked, unbothered by his reprimand. "Don’t worry," I teased, "no one’s paying attention to us, and it’s too dark for them to see us clearly, anyway."He grumbled under his breath, blushing even more. "You’re getting too bold," he muttered, feigning seriousness. "I might have to take away some of your privileges to teach you a lesson."I laughed, knowing full well it was an empty threat. My laughter was suddenly interrupted by the loud growl of my stomach, betraying my hunger. Baldwin smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement."Sounds like half the kingdom’s food stalls will be emptied just to feed you," he teased, his grin widening. I groaned in embarrassment, covering my face. He laughed, his joyful sound filling the night air as we continued walking through the market, side by side.

Baldwin soon spotted a bustling food stall with a crowd gathered around it. Intrigued, he gently led me by the hand, and I followed, equally curious. As we approached, it became clear that the stall was quite popular locals were swarming it eagerly. "It's legume stew," I murmured, recognizing the rich aroma that filled the air. The scent was so enchanting, I found myself clutching Baldwin's arm, excitement and nervousness bubbling inside me.Sensing my unease around the crowd, Baldwin gave me a reassuring smile. "I know you don't like crowds," he said softly. "Don't worry, I'll get it for you. Just wait here."Relieved, I smiled gratefully and stepped back, watching from a distance as he made his way toward the stall, my heart warmed by his thoughtfulness.

I didn’t have to wait long before I saw Baldwin sprinting toward me with my food in hand, a man shouting behind him. Startled, I watched as Baldwin grabbed my arm, quickly pulling me along with him.Confused, I asked, "Did you steal that?"Offended, Baldwin scoffed, "Of course not! I would never commit such a dishonorable act." He glanced over his shoulder, his pace quickening. "It’s Raymond, Count of Tripoli. He found us."I didn’t need to ask for more details because, moments later, I heard Raymond’s voice echoing behind us. "Your Majesty, this is dangerous! What were you thinking, putting yourself and the queen in such a risky situation?"Baldwin groaned in exasperation, and I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the absurdity of it all.

We sprinted as fast as we could, my heart racing. Spotting a narrow alley, I quickly pulled Baldwin along with me, ducking out of sight. The guards, thinking we had gone in another direction, rushed past us, oblivious to our hiding spot. Baldwin and I exchanged a glance before letting out simultaneous sighs of relief. With a smile, Baldwin handed me the food, and I gratefully accepted, enjoying every bite. Once I had finished, I took his hand again, and together we continued our exploration down the dim alleyway. As we walked, the alley opened up into a vibrant, lively village, full of activity and people. Just as we began to take in the sights, an elderly couple spotted us, their curious eyes fixed on us, as if they could sense something different about us.

"Ah, young love," the old man nearby chuckled. "Remember the days, dear, when we’d sneak out at night just like them?" His wife laughed warmly. "Yes, I remember it well and how my father chased you down for courting me without his permission." The affectionate exchange between the couple made my heart swell. I glanced over at Baldwin, who met my gaze, and I knew he was thinking the same thing. *Will we grow old together like them, still so full of love and happiness?*The old man approached us with a smile, inviting us to join a village feast. We politely declined at first, but he insisted with a playful grin. "You can’t let your lady go hungry, can you?" he teased Baldwin. Reluctantly, we agreed and sat down to eat. I quietly enjoyed my meal while Baldwin easily mingled with the villagers, engaging them in conversation and left leaving me alone with few people who distracted me with their conversation. After a while, he returned to me with a mischievous smirk, taking my hand and gently pulling me away from the table, ready for the next part of our adventure.

He led me to a beautiful garden illuminated by the soft glow of fireflies. The serene atmosphere felt almost magical. Suddenly, Baldwin dropped to one knee, looking up at me with warmth in his eyes. "Would you honor me with a dance, my lady?" he asked.I nodded eagerly, unable to contain my excitement, and we began to dance under the twinkling lights. Soon, a few villagers joined us, playing instruments to accompany our gentle rhythm. The melody blended perfectly with the peaceful night. As we danced, Baldwin leaned in close to my ear, his voice soft and sincere. "I’m sorry for not being there for you on your birthday," he whispered. "I know how muchl you wanted to dance with me, but I left early."I shook my head, smiling. "It doesn't matter anymore," I replied. "Being here with you now is all I need."Baldwin smiled, his eyes filled with affection. "I love you, Y/N," he said quietly. "I love you too," I whispered back.

Just then I heard a voice

"Kiss, Kiss"

*Smack*

"Quite you two".It sounded like two toddlers and a mother. Alarmed, I turned to Baldwin, who burst into laughter. "I knew some of the villagers who helped me would be spying on us," he said with a grin. "The old man assisted me with the preparations, and dare I say, the idea for this lovely garden was his as well."My heart swelled with joy at such a thoughtful display of affection from both Baldwin and the villagers. Baldwin's expression turned serious, and he added confidently, "I may not be able to kiss your lips because of my condition, but I can do this."With that, he leaned forward, planting gentle kisses all over my face, each one filled with warmth and love.

"Do it on her lips!"

"Wah, my eyes!"

"Come children let's give them some privacy"

Both Baldwin and I erupted into laughter, the joy of the moment wrapping around us like a warm embrace. "Happy Birthday, Y/N!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with affection.As if on cue, fireworks burst into the night sky, their vibrant colors illuminating the darkness and further lifting my spirits. I gazed up in awe, feeling a surge of happiness. "Thank you so much, Baldwin," I said, turning to him with a beaming smile. "This is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for."

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Paradise Fruit (1)

[ Kingdom of Heaven • King Baldwin x female ]

[ warnings: watching each other masturbate, soft, poetic smut, a detailed description of the deadly disease and the unpleasant symptoms associated with it ]

[ description: After being treated by King Saladin's physicians, King Baldwin begins to leave his chambers. The people of the court whisper around her that the young ruler will not even live to be thirty years old. As a lady of waiting of his sister, she attracts his attention. ]

Author's Note: I said it and I did it: I know this isn't your typical Ewan Mitchell character, but I couldn't resist. I'm glad I wrote this because I had too many thoughts after watching this movie and now my soul is at peace! For those who haven't seen Kingdom of Heaven, I highly recommend it, it's an amazing production.

Word count: 3.900

Part 2 – White Marriage

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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Jerusalem seemed to her at once a paradise and a hell on earth, both beautiful, sublimely sacred, as much as broken, dirty and cruel. The reign of King Baldwin IV was a reign of restraint and peace, the greatest evidence of which was his rich diplomatic correspondence with King Saladin himself.

Baldwin gave permission for the Muslim part of Jerusalem to hold prayers as it wished, on payment of appropriate taxes – a huge step towards reconciling the city's disparate population and a cause of contention among the Christian knights.

As lady of the court, she accompanied the royal sister, Sibylla, like her shadow, serving her with conversation, reading books in her company, being the equivalent of her friend and confidante, watching over her welfare.

She was the third daughter, and was therefore a burden to her lord father, who sent her to Jerusalem to the royal court when she was thirteen. Her father hoped that Sibylla herself would find her a suitable husband and put up the coins for her dowry, allowing her family to glory on the Old Continent in the fact that her chosen one was favoured by the God in the Holy Land.

Looking at Princess Sibylla's marriage, she prayed that she would never meet her fate, preferring to eventually fade into old age in a monastery.

Her Lady abhorred her husband: not in a physical context, for he was not unlike other great knights in stature or appearance, but in his heart, which was filled with the lust for power.

Although he believed that he was acting in the name of Christ on the Earth, he represented neither his mercy nor his prudence, being a simply unkind and spiteful man.

Sibylla was given in marriage to him at the age of 15, and she watched her sufferings and humiliations in silence, only being able to allow herself occasionally to close her hand on hers, giving her encouragement.

It was known that her husband's dream was the death of the King, for it would then be his wife who would become heir to the throne. Someone might laugh at this wish, knowing that King Baldwin was only 16 years old when she arrived at court.

However, despite such a young age, it was known that the King would probably not live to see his thirtieth year.

The cruel disease that had descended upon his body when he was still a young child, leprosy, was the reason why his whole body was covered, and his face was adorned with a beautiful silver mask – the only thing visible through it were his eyes, bright and wise, the skin around his eyelids all red.

His sister despaired at his undeserved suffering, at the thought that his body was falling apart, his skin peeling and pulling away from his muscles, causing him excruciating pain. He could not touch anyone or be touched directly because his disease was contagious.

Thus, one of the greatest rulers of Jerusalem, a man who had accomplished the impossible and ushered, at least for a while, the Kingdom of Heaven into this forbidden holy land, suffered daily torment.

As she prayed for the health of her family and his sister, she also prayed for him – since Christ was able to miraculously cure lepers, as the Bible itself said, perhaps there was hope for him too.

As a sign of respect and friendship, the Muslim King Saladin sent a retinue of his best physicians to relieve the King of his pain, which must have helped at least to some extent, for although she had previously only seen him in audience standing by his sister's side, now the King began to walk through the palace gardens on his own.

One day, when Sibylla noticed him standing next to one of the monks, she approached him immediately, praising his name, and she moved humbly to follow her, feeling grateful at the thought that the King was indeed feeling better.

That perhaps her prayers had been answered.

"Brother. It rejoices me to see you in the fresh air, away from the suffocating comfort of your chambers full of books and parchments." Sibylla said, pulling her shawl from her mouth, revealing her face to her brother.

As a married woman, she covered her face out of sheer decency, as her husband was a jealous man, but she, as a maiden, in addition almost always being in the presence of her Lady, did not have to do so.

"Your judgement is too harsh, dear sister. Books and parchments are my solace in the hardest of times." He said calmly and lazily, effortlessly – it was the first time she had heard his voice this close and she thought the words coming out of his mouth were like humming.

He had a white linen cloth draped over his head that reminded her of the headgear of the pharaohs, a richly embroidered white robe and gloves on his body, a silver mask portraying the features of a handsome, masculine man on his face.

She swallowed hard as his gaze shifted to her, catching her looking shamelessly at her ruler's face, causing her to lower her head immediately.

"Let's take a walk. We should take advantage of the beautiful weather." Said his sister, wanting to take his arm, he however moved away immediately and shook his head.

Pain and sadness crossed Sibylla's face, but after a moment she only nodded and forced herself to smile, walking ahead with him, letting her and the King's servant walk a few steps behind them.

That evening, for the first time, the King summoned her.

"Do not fret." Sibylla said. "My brother is a man of decency and sensitivity. Rest assured, he will not set upon your virtue or force you to do things unworthy of a lady. He confessed to me that he would like to look at your face for at least a moment longer and asked me to convey his wish to you, indicating that you may refuse."

She looked at her in disbelief, feeling the blush of embarrassment appear on her cheeks at her words, feeling her heart begin to pound like mad.

"If it is the will of our beloved King, I will do so." She said, and Sibylla nodded, giving her one satisfied smile.

She wore her most beautiful robe and hair adornments as if she were about to attend a nuptials – the material cast over her body was blue, fastened at the shoulders and waist with golden buckles, in her hair at the sides jewellery resembling a wreath of laurel leaves.

As she entered his chamber, candles burned all around, she was also struck by the intense scent of lavender – she noticed immediately his white, seated figure bent over thick tomes. His head turned towards her, in his mask she was able to see the reflection of everything around him.

"Do not be afraid. Come closer." He said softly and she nodded, feeling her heart flutter in her chest like a bird.

Her footsteps on the stone floor echoed through his chamber, the rustling of her robe as she sat down opposite him made her sound similar to the rustling of leaves.

She swallowed hard as she watched him sigh and spread out comfortably in his chair, looking her straight in the eye – she immediately looked away, unaccustomed to such confidentiality with anyone.

"No." He said. "Don't deny me this pleasure."

She tightened her fingers on the material of her garment, lifting her gaze to him again, feeling herself involuntarily begin to breathe through her mouth.

She could see the calm and curiosity in his eyes – his head was tilted slightly to one side, as if he was thinking about something, silence all around him.

"I'm making you uncomfortable." He concluded.

She shook her head quickly, horrified, thinking that something in her posture or gaze had discouraged him.

"No, Your Grace. I just don't know how to behave. What is appropriate for me to do or say in your presence. Silence is safe." She confessed in shame, lowering her eyes to her fingers again, reminding herself after a moment that she should not do so.

The King hummed at her words.

"Do not take my words as my attempt to mock you, however, knowing how little time I have left in this wretched world has made me tread lightly in courtly etiquette." He said with amusement, not taking his eyes off her, something flashed in his gaze as if someone had lit a candle inside them.

"We waste time feigning care and respect, hiding what is true, arising from the depths of our hearts, because that is what etiquette demands of us. When we stand before God, will we say to him: I have never really loved or sympathised, but my lips have left many beautiful, great words?" He asked, and she looked at him in disbelief, completely surprised by his approach and what she had heard.

Some part of her knew he was right.

"In this world, only the King can afford to lack beautiful words." She muttered, hearing after a moment that something akin to a chuckle had left his lips.

"You are mistaken. One word from the King can either create or destroy."

She lowered her head, wondering if he had just rebuked her, he, however, seemed satisfied.

"My reign will end with my death, which will be in a few years at the latest. I will not beget an heir to whom I can pass on my philosophy of ruling, the values that are essential. My sister's husband and his greed will sit on the throne, and Jerusalem will fall." He said calmly, as if he were telling her about the weather, his fingers clad in a white silk glove tapping rhythmically against the table top.

She swallowed hard, feeling a squeeze in her heart, wondering if perhaps the reason he had summoned her was quite different from what she had suspected.

"What shall I do, my King?" She asked, and he laughed again, louder this time, looking at her as if something in her question gave him pleasure.

"Your devotion rejoices my heart. Do not think, however, that you will hear from me an order that would condemn you to eternal damnation. I could not then leave this world in peace. No. I wish that when I disappear, someone will watch over my sister. To help her escape when all is lost here, no matter what her husband will desire. Do you understand what I have in mind?" He asked softly, and she nodded, thinking she felt more respect towards him than ever.

"Yes, my King." She replied.

He smiled at her words, she saw it in his gaze. She lifted her gaze higher, towards the windows by which the shoots of dried lavender hung, surrounding them with a pleasant, refreshing scent.

"I had these beautiful flowers brought in from far away. They mask well the unpleasant ailments of my illness on hot days. The smell of rotting flesh is one of the most disgusting to man, for nature equates it with spoiled food from which he can die." He explained, and she looked at him in disbelief, feeling hot shame ripple through her body at his words.

His suffering must have been unimaginable.

"Knights praise their own greatness and bravery during battles wishing for songs to be sung about them. I, for one, hope to hear songs about Baldwin IV, a wise and prudent King, a merciful Monarch who fought each day with his own suffering and triumphed. I do not know the words that can convey my admiration for your person." She mouthed in a trembling voice, feeling that her hands lying on her thighs were quivering all over with emotion, burning tears for some reason squeezed under her eyelids.

The King looked at her for a long moment in silence, something in his gaze that made her feel a pleasant tingling in her fingertips.

"Your soul is as beautiful as your body. You are like a breath of cool wind on a hot day. I am grateful to you for allowing me to experience this joy."

As she left his chamber, for some reason she burst out crying.

She could not understand why: it seemed to her that her heart squeezed all over in pain, not only out of compassion, but also out of a sense of injustice that a man so great and enlightened was experiencing undeserved torment every day.

Or was it through his ordeal that he became such a man, such a King?

If the gates of the Kingdom of Heaven were to open before anyone in the second life, it was before him, she thought.

That night she could not sleep: she was ashamed of herself for thinking about him. She tried not to pay attention to men, knowing their nature, knowing that they might consider it an invitation on her part to sin.

However, the time she spent with him, although she might perceive his words as ambiguous, seemed to her something almost spiritual, a moment of awakening, as if she had been in a half-sleep until the moment she looked into his eyes.

His gaze would find her in the audience among the other servants and ladies of the court. She knew this because his eyes stopped on her face, and although he listened intently to what his subjects were saying to him, she knew that for that one moment he was focused only on her.

The flutter of her heart shamed her, allowing her to realise that, like a flower, a warm and pleasant feeling was blossoming within her, coming from God.

"You occupy my brother's thoughts. He follows you with his eyes." Said Sibylla as they walked together through the corridors of the great, cold stone fortress.

"It was not my desire to distract him from the affairs of the Kingdom." She confessed with shame, entwining her fingers on her womb, looking sadly at her fingers. His sister snorted at her words.

"Jerusalem is destroying him. It is the Kingdom that is his disease. He has taken upon himself all its sins, purified it. He gave it years of peace and dignity." She said with a pain from which she felt a sting in her heart.

Why was it that whenever she thought of him she wanted to cry?

"I want to relieve him." She said finally, looking at her uncertainly, afraid of how the words sounded when they left her mouth. Sibylla stopped, looking at her with furrowed brows.

"Don't be a fool. My brother will not condemn you to a fate similar to his own."

"There are many ways to experience relief. You said so yourself, Princess."

Sibylla looked at her thoughtfully and after a moment nodded, giving her wordless consent to whatever she wished to do.

The trust she had in her intimidated her.

As the siblings' chambers were next to each other, walking along the corridor from one quarters to the other was not a problem for her – Sibylla dismissed her guards so that no one could see in what negligee she went to the king's chamber.

Her long hair was loose, her body covered only by a thin nightgown, rubbed with fragrant oils, on her shoulders a cashmere shawl with which she covered herself to protect herself from the cold.

When she closed the door behind her and turned to face him, his eyes were wide in shock. He was silent for a moment, clearly not knowing what to say.

"No." He said finally. "Go back to your chamber."

"I have not come to you to sin. Does the sight of me disgust you, my King?" She asked in a trembling voice, feeling that she was breathing heavily through her mouth, her heart pounding like mad in her chest.

She saw something in his gaze that looked like he felt pain, his figure creased slightly, as if he had run out of strength.

"God created you to subject me to the ultimate trial. He is torturing me like Job."

She felt a single, warm, heavy tear run down her cheek at his words, her body trembling all over, hot and cold at the same time with desire, though she did not know what kind or what was causing it.

"God sent me to soothe your suffering." She whispered.

They looked at each other like that for a long moment that lasted an eternity, and only after a while did she realise that his silence was due to the fact that he wanted whatever she was going to do to be due to her free will. Therefore, she moved tentatively towards his bed, on which she saw a clean, snow-white sheets, and lay down on her back, putting her shawl aside.

She looked up at him – his gaze was fixed on her, his silhouette sitting in a chair by the window frozen in stillness, the whiteness of his attire seeming to her to shine amidst the candles and the surrounding darkness of the night.

She swallowed hard, feeling the dryness in her throat as her fingers lifted to the ties of her nightgown – she untied the knot, a pleasant squeeze spreading between her thighs, something sticky beginning to leak from it onto the sheet beneath her buttocks.

"– does what I am doing disgust you, my King? – is it a sin? –" She asked, sliding the thin material off her shoulders in a gentle, soft motion, unashamedly revealing her plump, sweet breasts. His gaze fled to them, as if what he had just seen simultaneously terrified and excited him.

"– looking at you, all I feel is desire – it's me sinning in my mind, not you –" He whispered so that she barely heard him, his hand sliding from the table top to his thigh.

Though she knew it was wrong, her whole body screamed, wanting him to touch her, to check for himself how soft and warm her flesh was, her moist, swollen womanhood, pulsing around nothing in desire.

"– not just you, Your Grace –" She muttered in a trembling voice, shamefully mimicking his movements, her long, small fingers sliding down her belly between her thighs, sinking into her warm folds like the moist flesh of an exotic fruit.

His head bowed as they both made a strange, unnatural sound full of surprise at the same moment, a moan as if they had caused each other pain, but yet all she could feel was a wonderful, hot tingling in her quivering womanhood, in her lips, in her nipples, in the tips of her fingertips.

He did not allow her to look at what he was touching under the material of his robe, she could however see the shape of that part of his body outlined on the material – his manhood was long and fat like a piece of stick, growing larger and larger with each squeeze of his hand.

She threw her head back, imagining feeling something that big inside her, in an involuntary reflex finding with her fingertips her puffy slit, slick and tight, resisting her as she tried to slide it inside her.

"– let me see –" He whispered, as if asking for something dirty, disgusting, repulsive.

She, however, felt only the heat of pleasure at his words shake her body – her thighs involuntarily parted, her legs bent at the knees allowing her nightgown to shamelessly reveal all that only her husband should be able to look at.

She felt tears under her eyelids at the thought of wanting to be his wife.

"– you have my love, my King – you have my heart –" She breathed out, digging her fingers deeper into the delicate structure of her folds, teasing again and again the small bud from which her body went through shivers of wonderful, familiar pleasure.

His eyes were fixed on what was between her thighs, his gaze hazy and hot, his breath heavy, the sound of his hand smacking against his flesh sticky and lewd.

"– like the inside of a ripe fruit – like Eve in paradise –" He breathed out, staring at her as if he were looking at something delightful, accelerating the splats of his hand with a low grunt of pleasure. "– so beautiful –"

She felt a thrill of pleasure shake her, shivers ran through her cheeks, breasts and legs at his words, so shameless and yet poetic, beautiful, like the Song of Songs of King David.

"– her breasts are like two fawns –" She hummed, quoting one of the biblical verses, the gaze of her King again fixed on her face, full of fire, heavenly or infernal. "– like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies –"

"– her lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb – milk and honey are under her tongue –" He whispered in reply, quoting another of the songs from the manuscript, making her involuntarily allow her own fingers to invade her insides at last.

She threw her head back with a girlish moan, her free hand gripping the frame of his bed, rolling her hips back and forth, stretching her tight interior with the sticky clicks of her wetness.

"– she is a spring enclosed – a sealed fountain –" He muttered and let out a low, helpless groan of relief, leaning down, his hand lying on the table top clenched into a fist.

She felt a wonderful convulsion shake her body at his words, her fleshy, moist walls beginning to throb and clench around her own fingers.

She imagined that her body had just sucked his seed deep inside her, which would take root in her like a tree, giving him a future and an inheritance.

She moaned as she felt her pleasure reach its peak, seeing for a moment only the darkness before her eyes – her fingers, all wet with her moisture stroked for a moment more the little spot deep inside her, her whole body hot and sweaty from the exertion.

Her release was wonderful and sweet, as if she had tasted the most delicious of fruits.

She opened her eyes and met his gaze, his figure relaxed and spread out comfortably on the chair, his hand laid back on its armrest, his glove sticky with something pearly and shiny.

They breathed loudly for a while, just watching each other – she decided not to cover her body, wanting to give him that pleasure, wishing only his gaze could see her like this.

Bare.

He sighed quietly, cocking his head, his gaze satisfied, indicating that he had clearly made a decision in his heart.

"– I will marry you tomorrow at dawn –"

She blinked and raised herself up on her elbows, horrified.

"– my King – that's not –"

"– I know that this was not your intention – I also know that you will understand that it will be a white marriage, which I will declare to all and sundry – you will not lose your maidenhood – you will not bear me children – the Kingdom will treat you after my death as a saint who stood by the dying King in his misery – when I join my Father in the Heavens, you will be free to remarry –" He explained and she shook her head, feeling offended by his words.

"– I will not take another husband –"

He fell silent and swallowed hard, as if something in the certainty in which she said this moved him deeply.

"– very well – I have only one condition: you will never take off my mask – not even after my death – you will see me as I am only in the Kingdom of Heaven –"

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Credits to artist @sanstitre2000

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Heyyy, can I ask, will there be part two for the angry Baldwin post??? I'm just so curious how it will turn out.

Part 1

I was busy packing my bags when I heard the sound of knocking. I swiftly concealed my bags beneath the bed, straightened my attire, and called out, "Enter." Tiberias entered, his expression fraught with concern. "(Y/N), are you alright?" His words were like a key unlocking the floodgates of my emotions, and I crumbled before him. With a mixture of relief and despair, I found solace in his embrace, feeling like a vulnerable child seeking refuge in her guardian's arms. "Shh, it's alright, (Y/N)" Tiberias murmured soothingly. "You're safe now. No one will harm you." As tears streamed down my cheeks, I finally found the courage to voice my torment. "Tiberias, what was lacking in my love for him that he doubted me so?" A sorrowful smile graced Tiberias' lips as he gently withdrew from our embrace. "Love, dear (Y/N), is often not about what you lacked, but the demons that torment the one who doubts. Baldwin's love for you is genuine, I assure you. Despite his outward strength, he harbors deep-seated insecurities, especially when it comes to matters of the heart." "I've known him since he was but a boy," Tiberias continued, his voice tinged with empathy. "He has always fiercely defended you against those who sought to undermine or insult you. But within him, there lies a fear, a fear of not being enough for you, of not measuring up to the love he believes you deserve." "He knows, deep down, that your fidelity is unwavering," Tiberias added softly. "But his own doubts, his own inner turmoil, sometimes cloud his judgment." "And he can't help but succumb to those doubts, letting his insecurities consume him". I got up and went near the mirror gazed at my reflection. "He insulted me, my friend," I murmured, the pain evident in my voice. "He insulted all of us." Tiberias watched me with a mixture of sadness and confusion, unsure of how to ease the burden of my sorrow. "I don't know if I can ever bring myself to return to him," I confessed, my voice choked with tears. "To go back would be to walk on eggshells, tiptoeing around his doubts and insecurities." "Who said anything about going back?" Tiberias interjected gently, his words penetrating the haze of my anguish. "(Y/N), could it be that deep down, despite everything, you still wish to return to him?" A surge of anger and denial coursed through me, and I whirled around to face Tiberias, my eyes ablaze with emotion. "No!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with fury. "How dare you even suggest such a thing?. "(Y/N), please I know you well enough" "Don't do anything that you end up regretting rest of your life"

Just then my door slammed open "(Y/N)," Baldwin's expression shifted from fear to an outpouring of relief and joy at the sight of me. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed forward and enveloped me in a tight embrace. "Oh, (Y/N), I was so frightened. I thought I might never see you again.

"I shall take my leave then," Tiberias muttered, his embarrassment palpable at witnessing our intimate moment. Baldwin, upon hearing his voice, seemed to suddenly notice his presence and immediately glared at his direction. "I thought I told you to leave and not be around my wife anymore". His words were sharp with possessiveness and authority. I felt a surge of anger towards my husband and couldn't hold back my frustration. "Baldwin, you've already shattered my heart and tarnished my reputation," I exclaimed, my voice trembling with emotion. "And now you want to isolate me from my friends too?"

Hurt flashed across Baldwin's face as he reached out, his bandaged hands gently cradling my cheeks. "(Y/N)," he began, his voice heavy with hurt and desperation. "Has he been poisoning your mind against me? Turning you away from me so they can snatch you away?"

I gazed at him, bewildered by his accusations. "But why would they want to do that?" I asked, confusion lacing my tone. Meanwhile, Tiberias took advantage of the tense atmosphere and quietly slipped out of the room, leaving us alone to confront our turmoil.

"Because you mean everything to me (Y/N)". Baldwin pulled me even more closer, so close that I had to put my arms against his chest to prevent myself to move in further. I was merely inches away from his face now. When I looked closely I could see faint eye circles. His ulcer seemed to increase, probably because of stress. His eyes seemed reddish and I could see small traces of water in his eyes. Is he about to cry? I waited but no tears came out. "Please (Y/N)" "Please don't do it to me, to us". "This past week has been torment for me". "You are the first and only woman I have loved". "I know you wouldn't hurt me like this, but my fear and guilt doubted my judgment". Baldwin let out a small sob then continued "I always knew you deserve better" he admitted feeling guilty "I hated when you would start to get close to any man and there was always lingering fear that you would leave me for someone better".

"Enough with your excuses!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with indignation. "You insulted me" "Had everyone believe that I am something that I am not" "Don't act like you are victim here". Baldwin let go of my arms and painfully replied "I know". Inhaling deeply to calm the storm of emotions raging within me, I faced him with a simmering anger. "And what exactly do you plan to do about it?" I demanded, my voice trembling with frustration. Baldwin's response was immediate, his tone earnest. "I'm willing to make a public acknowledgment, to put an end to those who would speak ill of you," he declared, his sincerity evident in every word. My anger flared anew as I probed further. "And how did you suddenly come to this revelation? How did you finally realize it wasn't me?" I demanded, my patience wearing thin.

Baldwin didn't hesitate. "We re-evaluated the evidence before proceeding with the annulment," he explained earnestly. "That's when it became clear that the accusations against you didn't add up. I conducted a covert investigation and discovered the truth: you were falsely accused. "His admission hung heavy in the air, a fragile thread of hope amidst the wreckage of our relationship. "Please, (Y/N)," he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. "I know I've made mistakes, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Just give me one more chance."

By now, my irritation had swelled to an almost unbearable level. "It's far too late for that," I snapped, my tone laced with frustration. "I'm seeing someone else now."

Baldwin's reaction was immediate. He clasped my waist, drawing me closer to him with an urgency that caught me off guard. "Really?" he demanded, his voice tinged with a hint of anger. "Who dares to seduce my wife in my absence?"

"William," I replied, my own anxiety bubbling to the surface.

"William who?" Baldwin pressed, his tone growing more intense.

"Archbishop of Tyre," I confessed, instantly regretting my words.

Baldwin's reaction was unexpected. He froze in place when he heard my response. "Shit!" "Shit!" "Shit!". "Why would I say that?" "Stupid anxiety". I mentally cursed myself. Meanwhile Baldwin let go of me as he burst out laughing as he held his stomach saying "My father's confidant and my tutor". "Of course, you wouldn't find someone within a week" "Silly me, to even entertain your fabrication for a moment." Flushed with embarrassment, I huffed in exasperation. "I haven't laughed like this in ages," Baldwin remarked, wiping a tear of amusement from his eye. "This is too good not to share." Fear gripped me at the thought of others learning of my mistake, and I quickly interjected, "Don't you dare." Baldwin's mischievous grin widened. "If you agree to grant me another chance, your secret is safe with me," he proposed, mischief dancing in his eyes".Reluctantly, I met his gaze, detecting a mix of regret and sincerity beneath his playful facade. Sensing my hesitation, Baldwin's smile softened into a wistful expression. Taking both of my hands in his, he knelt before me. "Allow me, as your husband and sovereign, to make a solemn vow," he declared with unwavering solemnity. "I swear upon all that I hold sacred to right my wrongs, to exert every effort in seeking your forgiveness." Moved by his earnest plea, I yielded. Baldwin's smile returned, tinged with a touch of sorrow as he pressed gentle kisses to each of my cheeks. We embraced, our shared burden of remorse weaving us together as we sought solace and reconciliation in each other's embrace.

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Updated Masterlist

Fluff

King Baldwin IV reaction to drunk reader

King Baldwin IV reaction to reader being injured by her brother in law

Waking up early morning with Baldwin

Baldwin and Salah ad Din's daughter

Baldwin teaching his son chess and reader admiring them slight angst

Reader being married to Baldwin since childhood sharing kiss after Battle of Montgisard

Reader being blackmailed to leave Baldwin

Baldwin celebrating Christmas with reader and his in-laws in modern world

Jealous Baldwin reaction to reader wearing bikini

Baldwin comforting wife!reader after difficult birth

King Baldwin IV x Reader : Tantalizing Love slight angst

Reader teaches Baldwin to cook whilst she is pregnant

Baldwin taking care of pregnant wife reader

King Baldwin IV proposes female reader

(Y/N) gets caught Baldwin IV trying to heal him

Modern Day Baldwin and (Y/N) meeting again after dreaming of each other

Baldwin IV celebrates (Y/N)'s Birthday

Headcanon

Being queen consort of Jerusalem

King Baldwin IV as lover, husband and father

King Baldwin IV being angry at reader

Angst

King Baldwin IV being unfaithful to reader Alternate ending 1 Alternate ending 2

King Baldwin IV has to annul his marriage with reader

Lost Cause

Baldwin choosing between woman and he loves and woman he has to marry

Baldwin reaction to wife!reader trying to cure him

King Baldwin IV being angry at reader Part 1 Part 2

Smut

King Baldwin IV x Reader: Throne Sex

King Baldwin IV x Reader : Misogyny Sex

King Baldwin IV x Reader : Period Sex

King Baldwin IV x Reader: Erotic Night

King Baldwin IV seducing shy physician reader

King Baldwin IV spending honeymoon night with reader

Reader asking Baldwin help for her lactating breasts

Baldwin and chubby wife!reader trying anal sex

King Baldwin IV x Small!Reader Smut : Size Kink

Baldwin IV and Salahuddin's daughter (y/n) having sex for first time before their first battle

Baldwin IV being pervert towards (Y/N)

Baldwin and Salahuddin

King Baldwin IV x Reader x Saladin Part 1 Part 2 smut

Widowed reader marries Salahuddin angst

Salahuddin

Reader spoils him and loves being near him

Horror

Spectral Descent

History

A letter from King Baldwin IV and Princess Sibylla of Jerusalem Source: https://epistolae.ctl.columbia.edu/letter/25233.html

King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem appearance-STUDY by MariaExe on DeviantArt.com Artist- MariaExe on DeviantArt

King Baldwin IV appearance based on historical painting Part 1 Part 2

A letter From King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem to King Louis VII of France Source: Bernhard Hamilton -The Leper King and his heirs

LETTER FROM KING BALDWIN IV TO THE ENVOYS WITH NEWS OF SALADIN RAVAGES NABLUS, SEBASTE, AND OTHER TOWNS

Source:https://goodshksk.space/product_details/13546547.html

A Letter of Condolence to King Baldwin IV from Saladin Source: https://advocatetanmoy.com/2023/10/14/saladins-condolence-letter-to-king-baldwin-iv-of-jerusalem/

Seal of King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem Source:https://numismatics.org/collection/1956.152.1

Medieval Heroes: Baldwin IV

Miscellaneous

Would Baldwin be attracted to chubby and short person

Would Baldwin be unfaithful historically

Salahuddin: The conqueror of Jerusalem series King Baldwin IV

Would Baldwin be obsessive or possessive

Would Baldwin be impotent and would he be able to have sexual relationship

Can Baldwin be able to have sexual relationship: Revised Version

Did Historical Baldwin wear a mask and dress like the movie Kingdom of Heaven

Blurbs

NSFW thoughts

As Life Fades Sibylla remembers Baldwin IV

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Hello, could you do one of obscenity with Baldwin and his chubby wife? Well, both of them, especially Balwin, are curious about anal sex.

I was on my bed reading a book when I heard sound of door opening. "Baldwin" I thought excited ready to greet my husband. Baldwin although tired was joyful when he saw me approaching him. He hugged me tightly and began kissing me all over my face making me giggle. He then slammed me against the door as he started playing with my stomach gently rubbing and squeezing it. He started started massaging my hips then he slipped his hands towards my buttocks squeezing it. I moaned and that seemed to encourage him. He took both of his hands playing with my buttocks while his mouth nibbles my nipple over my shirt. He then took me in bridal style while kissing me on the lips and gently laid me down on bed. He then took off my shirt and started tickling me making me laugh once again "What in your mind Baldwin" I asked between my giggles. Baldwin smiled wryly and said "There is something I always wanted to try but I am afraid that you will judge me and won't see same ever again" "I want to try it so eagerly but I also don't want to lose you out of curiosity of my interest" I smiled and put one of my hand on his cheek. Baldwin nuzzle in my hand and then kissed my palm. "Cute" I thought, "Nothing you do and say will ever change how I feel about you". "Even if you were a nameless knight or king who lost his kingdom" "A cursed man by God they say, even when everyone had asked me to leave you I refused going against my friends and family members as well" "I won't judge I swear it". Baldwin got a little emotional over my speech and said "I don't deserve you". He leaned down and whispered in my ear. I blushed and nodded and laid on my chest. Baldwin gleefully pulled down my long skirt leaving me naked. Embarassed I grabbed my pillow and buried my face in it. Baldwin was so engrossed with body that he didn't even notice my reaction. "Did I ever tell you how much I love your body" "How beautiful your curves are?"

"Yes, every time". Baldwin spread my ass cheeks and started playing with my anus with his fingers. I grabbed my bed sheet. He spread my leg wider and then started licking my anus. He then harshly started eating me out. I moaned and Baldwin started to go harsher. I felt him slapping my buttocks. He tend entered his penis inside my anus. I gasped at that sensation. Baldwin kissed my neck from behind and started thrusting inside me."(Y/N)!" (Y/N)!" He kept repeating my name as if it is some kind of power. "He is so sexy" I thought, I could feel the bed moving along side with me as well. He soon came inside me screaming my name and fell on top of me.

"Mon amour"

"Hm" Baldwin hummed as he brushed of my hair from my back as well. "I want to eat your ass out as well". Baldwin smiled mischievously and kissed me on my lips and said "Looks like we have found new kink to play". I smiled in reply

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Hiiiiii! I get really shy with commenting on people's works idk why but I just wanted to say that I really really love your tiberias series! He's one of my top faves and you're the only person I have seen who writes for him! You're very talented! I can't wait for Isolt and tiberias to have some romantic scenes lol! Hope you're having a good day/night! 💓

Aww, thank you so much, kind anon - this really made my day this morning! 🤍

Yes, as far as I know, I'm the only one writing for Tiberias in the KoH fandom. Which is a bit lonely at times, but perhaps someone else will join me in my delusion someday, haha. I'm all the more happy you like my fic! There'll be plenty of romance going forward, I promise. Well, some more agonised suffering first, but then they'll move on to the wooing.

Also: no need to be shy about interacting with me / my stuff here or on AO3, I'm not in the habit of biting people :)) Have a lovely day as well!