Actually, it's his bedchambers.

Samantha pushes through the door, still pulling King Peter by his hand, and turns to look at him with a glare. Her face is getting sort of red, and she can't look him in the eyes for too long.

"A-alright, so... I'm gonna get mean now. Don't... don't get sad about it or anything, because I'm just... well, whatever!"

King Peter looks confused. He goes to take off his crown, and probably set it down on a desk nearby, but he doesn't get past step one.

"No!" Samantha says, reaching out to stop him by grabbing his wrist. "Don't.... just keep it on."

"You know I don't like wearing it when I don't have to, though."

"Yeah, but just...." Samantha's blush burns a deeper red, and she turns away again. "...just keep it on. This is gonna be easier if I can pretend like you're a tyrant or something, and not you."

She lets go of his wrist, and he doesn't move to take his crown off again. Turning to look at him, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a little pill between her fingers. She holds it up and stares at it for a second, before flicking her eyes over to King Peter.

"Alright.... are you ready?"

"I don't even know what we're-"

Before he can finish talking, Samantha places the pill on her tongue and pulls his face in for a deep kiss. Peter's eyes go wide, but she holds him in place as she uses her tongue to deposit the pill into his mouth, keeping the kiss going until it's dissolved.

She pulls back slowly, cheeks red and panting out of her mouth, looking right at him with slightly-glazed dilated eyes. She quickly shakes her head to get back to her senses, and forces her face into a glare.

"You asshole. Think you're so much better than us peasants, do you?"

Peter furrows his brow and starts to shake his head, confused. Before he can do much, she pushes him back onto the bed on his back and pins him there with a hand on each shoulder.

"Talking about how much better you are than us. How pure your noble blood is, how we could never take you on or have power over you.... you have no idea what you're even talking about!"

Peter starts to attempt an answer, but she stops him, clamping a hand over his mouth.

"I don't wanna hear a word! That pill I just slipped you should be doing the trick any second now, but I don't see why we can't help speed it up."

Samantha sits up on his lap, feeling the growing bulge in his pants forming between her legs with a satisfied smile and an oddly warm feeling in her chest. In an instant, she pulls down on the front of her overalls, letting the straps slide down her arms and revealing just how stacked she really is. The King can't help but stare at her hefty bust, mouth open, as the hardening of his dick accelerates underneath her.

She laughs confidently, feeling it springing to life just under her pussy. "That's what I thought. Well, you just keep on staring, 'your highness'… watch them bounce, that's it...."

She laughs again as she takes a moment to erotically shimmy side to side, hands raised either side of her head. She loves watching the way his eyes hopelessly track them.

"I think I've made my point." Samantha says at last, with a grin. "Shall we see who was right?"

She slides herself down his body, and puts her fingers into the hem of his waistband. Slowly, she tugs it further and further down. It catches for a brief moment on his hard cock. When his dick's finally freed, it springs up with enough speed that it actually slaps back against his body, before bobbing around a bit and settling pointed straight upwards, twitching and throbbing.

"Hah!" Samantha grins. "Looks like farmgirl biology has a real effect on you, King." She says, with a giggle and another quick side-to-side shake of her impressive assets. "Fit, but soft in all the right places, right?”

She moves a bit further back to kneel on the floor at the edge of the bed, and stares at his standing dick for a short while, breath coming strongly as she can't look away. She silently reaches forward and takes it from the side in one hand, giving it a few solid pumps just to see what happens. Some soft warm air from her nose brushes against his dick, and makes him shudder.

She takes her hand off of it briefly, only to return a single finger and trace it around the dick. Starting at the base, then up to the tip, collecting a small glob of precum which follows her finger in a trail for a while as she travels back down and up again. She plays with the underside of the tip briefly, rubbing his most sensitive spot back and forth, and watching how he reacts.

"Your expertise is supposed to be in leading, right? So why can't you take charge right now?" She questions, running her fingertip in circles over his engorged glans, glistening with precum and throbbing at her touch. "Is it because I'm tickling your cock too well?"

His only response is a grunt.

"Well, anyway, I'm much better at putting my expertise to use. And my expertise is in making my stock produce..." She says with a confident smirk, returning her full hand to the shaft and wrapping her fingers around it.

She squeezes his penis in her hand, then starts to run her hand up and down it. She goes slowly at first, but then faster, gliding along his length without remorse or hesitation. Her warm hand felt like silk, despite her life of toil.

"A simple village girl, pumping the king's cock...." She muses. Her heart skips when she feels the throbbing pulse travel through her entire hand.

She sits upright a bit more, to make sure he has a clear line of sight to her stacked chest, but she's a bit annoyed to see that he won't look away from her face. And with such a dazed lovey-dovey face.... it brings a blush back to her cheeks and makes her shrink back into herself a bit. B-but no, she's got a purpose, and she's not going to let him get her away from it!

She lets go of his dick briefly and hefts her home-grown tits up to rest on his lap, either side of his hard manhood, engulfing him in the soft warmth of her plush body. She starts applying gentle pressure to their outsides, putting her impressive farmgirl biology to good use on the King. She uses the opportunity of wrapping her breasts around him to try gather herself a bit again, and get back on task.

When she's not able to get her blush under control, she decides that she’ll just keep her face hidden for now. She does so by leaning it right in close to his upright penis, to put it in the way of his line of sight to her. Breathing on it lightly, she decides that it wouldn't be too bad if she leant in just a bit closer, and started kissing his dick all over, eyes half-lidded with lust.

Mwah, mwah....

Her soft lips deliver softer kisses all over the head and the shaft, from all sides and angles.... the very base, the side, the head's underside, no location is left unsmooched. One final kiss is planted directly on the tip, and this time she does not pull back afterwards, pushing forward and taking his dick through her lips and partway into her mouth. She opens her eyes again to stare up at him with a smoulder, and gauge his reaction as she slowly bobs herself up and down his length. He just looks right back at her, dazzled and enthralled, and she's **** to look away first again with a faint but burning blush.

She slides her mouth up and down, getting him all slick all over, and waiting until she thinks he's close to cumming. Since she can't make herself look at his eyes just now, she pays close attention to the pulsing sensations over her tongue and the sounds of his breathing to try get a measure on how close he is, but....

"I think you're really beautiful."

Ghhk! She's taken by surprise by the first words he's spoken since this started, and an odd electric jolt of pleasure runs through her entire body because of it. She retracts herself from his dick and stares up at him, breathing heavily and not knowing what to say or if she even heard him right. Her large breasts rise and fall with each breath as she waits for something else to happen, mind running a million miles an hour.

"Would.... if it's alright, would you like to stay in the palace with me?"

Ghhng! Another powerful blow! Samantha can feel her heart speeding up and getting louder, and for some reason she can't explain, her eyes blur with water a bit as well. Th-that's it, she can't take any more! She's got to fuck the shit out of him, right now!

Hopping up onto the bed and mounting his lap, with no response past a series of "ahn"s and "ah"s, she wastes no time in sliding her pants down and her panties aside, and quickly inserting him into her sopping pussy. Wh-why was it sopping...?

She rides him up and down uncontrollably, bouncing her hips up on his and letting him push into her deepest untouched regions. Her act of anger and upset has completely dissolved, and all that's left behind is a mewling half-melted woman engaged in an act of pure lovemaking. Every downward thrust is driving her crazy, and she wants more, she wants to live forever in that moment of pushing him in deep, and instead has to settle for making it happen as many times as possible.

"Ah!" She squeaks, riding him hard. "Ah! C-Cumming! You're makin- Ah!"

Her juices gush all over him, like a long-pent up dam that's been waiting to burst. She keeps riding him as well as she can during the shaking aftershocks, still wanting to live in that moment of thrust, but with her legs half-turned to jelly the effort is barely half as effective.

Her heart skips and her mind comes somewhat back to reality at the feeling of his hand taking hers, and pushing its fingers between her ones. She lifts her gaze and looks at the King directly in his eyes. Once again, for reasons she can't explain, her eyes start to well up and her bottom lip begins to quiver.

"C-cum." She whispers, bending down her fingers and squeezing his hand in hers. "Please.... cum."

And, staring into her eyes, squeezing her hand back in equal measure, he does.