"I guess..."

You sigh heavily, glaring into the fire for another long moment.

"Um... I could find someone else... if you prefer..." she sounded crestfallen but not unwilling to obey. You roll your eyes and grudgingly sit up from your brooding slouch, pulling her to you with a yelp. You kiss and nibble her exposed stomach, your pants tightening from her low noises and unsteady breathing. You stand, lifting her into the air effortlessly while you continue your work, sliding lower to her surprisingly well-trimmed snatch.

"Did someone put you up to this?"

"Oooh... Um..."

"Nevermind, I don't even care." You were done being jealous over a hundred year old halfbreed. You were the goddamned king, you could have any woman you wanted. Right now, you wanted this maid. You would ravish her and, by god, she would enjoy every second of it. Take that jealousy.

You had to admit she was exactly to your tastes, not that that was an unusual occurrence. She squirmed and writhed in your arms as you went to town on her pussy, using every trick you had to get her as worked up as you could as quickly as you could. It was a challenge now.

"Ohmigoooood! OH! Majesty! Unh!" She was very vocal, you had to hand it to her. To your immense surprise she was also a virgin.

"Saving yourself for someone special?" You mumble into her lips, drawing a shudder in response.

"Sa-saving it for you, your Majesty!" You can't help but be a little annoyed that it always came back to 'your Majesty'. It was the same old struggle, 'can't I be appreciated for my skill instead of my rank?' But you'd been through that song and dance enough times that you can push it back into the dark recesses of your mind where it belonged. Your arms were getting tired but you resolved not to drop the girl on the bed till you made her cum at least once. King Bryce doesn't play around when it comes to foreplay.

Elsewhere in the mansion:

"You desire me, don't you?"

Lady Vessa smiled shyly at the corpulent Baron, "Yes... I'm not sure why exactly-"

He smiled, taking her hand and drawing it to the hardness of his groin, "I'm a man to be desired."

He ignored her snort, squeezing his hand onto his bulge. The court mage blushed furiously, glancing at the four servants looking on eagerly. "Don't mind them, they're just here to bring us anything we might need. Or desire..." He removed his hand from hers, which continued squeezing his bulge, cupping her round ass through her dress and pulling her closer. His stubby fingers slid between the valley of her ass, wedging her undergarments deeper and eliciting a groan, "Mnn... I haven't felt like this in decades... maybe ever. What is it about you that draws me to you?"

The fat baron smiled wanly, fingering the silver ring on his non-ass-encapsulating hand, "animal attraction I suppose." He once again ignored Lady Vessa's derisive snort, surprising her with an open-mouthed kiss that drew a collective sigh from the gathered servant girls.