Lay with Sarah

You know it's unwise, that your time could be spent more prudently, that entanglements like this should be avoided, but you can't help yourself. She's willing, and beautiful besides. Lately, you haven't had time for this sort of thing.

Leaving your half-eaten breakfast behind, you rise, letting her guide you to the luxurious royal bed. Sarah lays on her back, just looking up at you invitingly. Your movement is instinctual, almost unwilling. You marvel at the alien softness of the downy mattress, matched by the girl atop it. Her hands, a little rough from the requirements of her station, but feminine and gentle nonetheless, come up to your face.

“Oh, Bryce...” Sarah gasps, eliciting a pang from your heart. Leaning in, you kiss her. Sarah moans into it appreciatively, draping her arms around your neck. One of yours trails down her body, lingering on the curves of her breast and hip. Even in her plain scullery maid's garments, she's a sight to behold.

Of course, now that you've started this, simply looking at her could never be enough. You feel the old familiar hunger gnashing its teeth, demanding you unchain it. Like so many times before, you give in, feeling the most carnal elements in your blood rejoice as you do.

Pulling back, your hoist Sarah back up into a sitting position, your hands skilfully manipulating the small buttons of bone keeping her garments secure. Despite what the decadent, engorged nobles of the wealthy East would have you believe, one woman's set of clothes was largely the same as the rest. You encourage Sarah out of her dress, letting it fall around her hips, yanking off the soft, thin undergarment she wore to support herself for good measure.

As you drink her in, you detect just the slightest tremble from the golden-haired woman. To be so exposed before her king, surely it's not what she expected when she brought you your breakfast this morning. And yet... she makes no effort to hide herself from you. She wants this. Good...

You pounce on Sarah, putting her on her back once more. Sarah gasps, first out of shock at your audaciousness, followed by a couple more of delight as you bring your lips to her flesh, kissing down her slender neck.

You hungrily kiss her chest. Despite everything, despite the haze of lust quickly enveloping you, you marvel at this. She is real, she is living.

Casting your eyes down, you know what you need to do. Slipping Sarah's dress off her ankles, you nimbly reposition yourself, Draping Sarah's legs over you, you bring your face in close to her sex.

“Your Majesty...” the sweet Itherian girl mewls. “You don't have to... you know...”

“I know.” you tell her. “I want to.”

You put a little too much bass into the word want, betray perhaps too much of the reservoir of hunger within you. That doesn't seem to dissuade Sarah, however. As your mouth comes ever closer, you doubt much could.

Your tongue makes contact with her pussy. You inhale, savouring the flavour, the scent of her. For you, the unkind things the knights, lords and magicians say about the taste of common women have always rung completely hollow.

Sarah trembles, her body quaking for you, in quite a satisfying way, as you begin to tease, to pleasure, to worship her. The lowborn maid is quite vocal, gasps and minor squeals of delight turning to moans in short order.

You can tell she's understandably surprised, that the seemingly-innocent young king can do this to her, would do this for her. You focus everything you are into the tip of your tongue, and redouble your efforts.

It soon pays dividends.

“Bryce!” Sarah gasps, her entire slender frame convulsing with delight as you bring her to climax for the first time. Great handfuls of the bedsheets clutched between shaking fingers, her hips buck forward involuntarily, anointing your eager face with her honey.

It may have been another's name she cried out in the moment, but there was little doubt you and you alone were responsible for what had just occurred.

“You're amazing, Majesty. We-” Sarah begins, but you set upon her again before she can get more than a few words out, kissing her, rolling onto your back on the bedsheets now. It's hard to believe that a bed could ever have felt this comfortable.

Sarah's hands shoot eagerly for the crotch of your breeches, liberating you quickly from their confines.

Licking her hand, she flits it back down to your waist, seizing your already-hard manhood and beginning to stroke it.

It's quite the sight, Sarah lying draped along you, her dress in a heap at the foot of the bed at this point, teasing and caressing your cock.

It's not enough.

You hold out as long as you are able, but your lust for the maid is simply too great. Soon you're atop her, guiding yourself into her. The golden-haired girl lets out another moan as you enter her, beginning to fuck her.

Your pace is fast, your energy relentless. You wolfishly kiss her yet again, the sheer sensual pleasure of it all quickly blowing away the cobwebs that had settled in after your third or fourth hour holding court yesterday.

As you hammer yourself home again and again, you hear a slightly more uncomfortable tone creep into Sarah's frantic moans. Something about it strikes a chord in you, and you will yourself to stop. As good as it feels, as beautiful as she is, it takes some willpower. Like a great engine of war rolling to a stop, you pause, half-buried in her wetness, and look Sarah in the eye.

“Is... everything alright?” you pant.

“It's just... I could ask you the same thing, my lord.” Sarah says, her tone is considerate, caring. “You're not quite what I expected.”

“I'm sorry. It's the stress of everything. The coronation, you know?” you say, hoping that'll be enough to cover for it.

“Bryce, if there's anything I can do to help, any comfort I can provide, I'll give it, freely. But we don't have to rush. This should be an enjoyable experience, for the both of us.” Sarah says, fixing you with a kindly smile. Gods, but she is beautiful...

“I appreciate that.” you insist. You reach up and touch her face. “Sarah, I... don't encounter many people so pure and innocent as you.”

“I understand. Yours is a world of life and ****, Your Majesty. Of consequence.” Sarah notes. Aye, and you don't know the half of it, you think...

“This could be a harbour away from all that, even if it's only for an hour or so.” Sarah offers. You had to admit, you liked the sound of that.

The two of you come together again, slower, more deliberately this time. You gaze into the maid's eyes as you enter her.

Sarah gasps, wrapping her thighs around you, urging you on with softly muttered encouragements. You take it slower now, savouring the moment. As vast as they are, it'd take more than one tryst with a woman to melt your troubles away, but Sarah's warmth and kindness do plenty to help you forget them. In return, you provide as much pleasure to the lowborn woman as you are able.

It isn't long before she crests once again, you following close behind. You loose a contented groan as you do. You weren't quite sure of how long it had been for you, simply that it had been too long.

You sink back, the comforting warmth of the bed swallowing you up. You pull Sarah close, taking solace in just being with her, even as you know you can only stay another few minutes, at most, before the demands of the crown, on King Bryce, are too much.

Still, as you lie with the golden-haired maid, her delicately stroking your head, you feel a certain contentment. You'll need it, for what is to come.