Ask Serron to fuck you

Serron wipes his face on the towel and gathers up the basin of now cold water, taking everything into the bathroom. When he returns, your eyes meet and he stops, a flicker of uncertainty darkening his face.

"Is something wrong, Sir?" he asks cautiously. "Have I forgotten my place?"

"No, Serron. I needed that, and I thank you. But..." You lick suddenly dry lips. "I need more than that. I need to feel a hard cock inside my pussy, and I want it to be yours."

"Oh, Your Majesty," he breathes, a flush creeping into his face. "I wish that I could, but I am just a valet. I cannot be King, nor do I want to be."

"I would have to become pregnant for you to take the throne," you remind him, one of the few facts you possess about being the Vessel. "I know how breeding works. Our bull is young and healthy, and it still takes him several attempts to breed the cows successfully. You don't think you can knock me up on the first try, do you?"

"It can happen, Sir, and I prefer not to take the risk. Just be patient--the nobles will begin arriving soon and you will have all the cock you desire."

"That's what I'm afraid of," you say, rising from the bench. You can feel your pussy juices running slowly down the insides of your thighs, your skin slick as you step toward Serron. "I don't know those men. I don't know what they will do to me. But I know you'll be gentle. That's how I want my first time to be--gentle, tender, with someone I trust."

"Your Majesty, please," Serron says, sounding in pain. "I am just a servant. I am not worthy of that honor."