Look for a distraction from your fears and frustration.

Even in defeat, it felt like Queen Ana still had a stranglehold on you. And you need something, anything to distract from what you are facing before you go insane. The problem is that all your troops and advisors were inside the city; the only ones in the camp were the mercenaries, the women they treated as their sex slaves, and the noble families under your protection.

The thought of being anywhere near the disgusting, dirty mercenaries as they treated the women under their control like meet revolted you, so you stumbled into your tent, where the six nobles and one noble boy(18 years old) were hiding.

As you collapse into your chair, you pronounce, "You all have my deepest apologies, but your Queen is driving me nuts, and I need a distraction."

The boy stands up. "Sire, I am no court jester, and I do not know what my aunt has done to distress you so, but I am sure that I can provide you some entertainment."

You glare at him. "Boy, I would not mention the fact that that winch is your aunt in my presence ever again. Being related to that woman is bad for your health, not only for me but for her. As for your offer, I can attest that a man can not do what is necessary to distract me from the evils of that woman." To make it clear what you are asking for, you unbutton your plants and flop your cock out, causing every woman to back away, prompting you to say, "I do not wish to **** myself on any one of you, but I will do what is needed for me to be distracted."

The mother of the boy steps forward. "I do not know what my sister-in-law has done to spur your anger, but if I offer myself up, will it save my daughter from your wrath."

You grum, "Continuing to mention that you are related to that woman is not doing you any favors, but I do not wish to show any of you my wrath; I only wish to be distracted."

The boy steps up to his mother and touches his arms as he whispers, "Mom, don't. He killed Dad." But the mother gives his daughter a quick glance. "We know why he did that, and he hasn't been anything but nice and protective of us since then." Before her trembling hands undo the knot around her neck that holds the shaw of her dress tight to her body.

With a determination filled with duty and responsibility to her family, the widow woman quickly and gracefully shakes her dress off her body. Until she stood before you bare-skinned, saying, "Then do with body what you need to; just do not lay a finger on my family."

The lady's body shutters at your touch, which is to be expected since you did kill her husband in battle, as You gently wrap your arm around her mature hips, but her firm resolve prevents her from pulling asy as you whisper, "Unlike a certain woman from your country, I am no monster. I desire to be distracted, and I am sure you have a few things you wish to be distracted from as well, so what I wish is for us both to be distracted by the pleasure of each other body."

You look you in the eyes as you gracefully guide her toward your sleeping area, as she says, "As a lady in mourning. I do not believe it is possible for me to take pleasure in the act you wish."

You gently rest her body down on your firm sleeping area before saying, "Fair enough, but all I ask is that you don't resist the pleasure if it comes."

You can tell she doesn't want to be near you, but she provides no resistance as you open her legs and slide your bare hips down her legs until your head is resting on her warm womanly slit. You could easily just push your horny cock in, but you don't want to be seen as a monster. So you take your time kissing her neck and playing with her pussy lips. You take it slow, allowing her time to forget about her troubles and cook. She doesn't want to, but true to her word, she doesn't resist the pleasure. You make sure her lower lips are nice and wet and her breathing is staggered before you even consider starting to press your cock into her.

By the time you finally push your cock inside of her, her pussy was more than accepting of your hard head. You gently press your knees into the loose hay of your bed, giving you the leverage to easily slide deeper into her wet slit. Her long smooth legs open up even wider, and her head tits back from the pleasure of your cock head opening her up inside. "my lady, you feel incredible."

The widow's face flushes with humiliation as she averts her gaze, unable to meet your intense stare before answering, "Thank you, my liege."

You place your finger on her chin and tilt her head back towards you before saying, "I know this is not what you wish to be happening, and I know you wish it not to be happening with me, but I truly wish that it feels as good for you as it does for me."

She glances down between her shapely chest and your war tone abbs and down to your cock, which is securely inside the hole that has birthed her two children, and says, "Sire, you are correct. This is not where I wished to find myself today..."

A gasp escapes her lips as your cock twitches inside of her, causing her words to falter. "...But thanks to your gentleness, I cannot say it is entirely unpleasant."

You brush the peace of wet hair out of her eyes, and your eyes momentarily longingly lock in passion for a second before she reaches up and, grabs your hand and glances over at the six other people hiding in the corner of the room. Before she whimpers, "Sire, My liege, I appreciate your kindness and consideration of me as a woman, but you must know that there will be nothing more."

You gently intertwine your fingers with hers and guide her hand to the side. "My lady, do not mistake my tender touch for weakness. In this moment, all I desire is to be lost in you." She nods in understanding and reaches around to grasp your hip, pulling you deep inside her. The sensation sends shivers down your spine as she silently urges you to continue. With delicate consideration for the pleasure of this highborn woman, you thrust your hips into her, savoring the feeling of being consumed by her embrace. And together, you revel in the distraction while six others watch on with a mixture of fear and awe from the safety of the corner of your tent.