More indulgence

You remain there for a while, blissfully exhausted next to Hilda. She lies panting and half naked in her tattered dress and her knickers tangled around an ankle. She lets out a faint whimper from the aftershock of her recent orgasm as she turns to you. Her face is flushed and her hair and makeup is a total mess. After your treatment she reminds you more of a well-used tavern harlot than the elegant young countess from just moments ago. "Mmh, your Majesty", she pants and caresses your arm.

You suppose you could ask her to call you Bryce, or king Bryce, by now, but the submissiveness in the way she addresses you is just too much of a turn on.

"Haha, I suppose lord Oakheart never ploughed you quite like that, mylady."

An embarrassed gasp from Hilda follows your ribald remark. She hesitates, then says with a faint smile, "No, Sire, never quite so... good."

"Oh good," you chuckle. "I told you I would give you a memorable adventure, did I not?"

And all good adventures need an end.

You give her one last kiss for the night, pull your trousers back up and get up on your feet.

"Well mylady, as much as I'd love to stay, I do have get back to my duties", you say. "Lady Ravenham", you add formally with a bow before you take your leave and of the young countess in the alcove.

You wake up the next day in an empty bed. You can't remember the queen being there when you stumbled into your chambers last night either. Who knows what your mischievous wife could be up to.

Let's just hope that she stays away from Vessa.

Your head is aching and it's already close to noon, but there is no rush since there is nothing on the agenda for the day. At least you hope not. As you go for a much-needed piss you catch a pleasant whiff of Hilda's cunny from your cock. Grinning you recall a poem about one of your ancestors who refused to wash the blood off his body after a successful conquest.

'This shall henceforth be my ribbon of glory!' you proclaim as you return from the privy.

You send for a large flagon of wine and some food and you break your fast while you go through your messages. In the pile of boring dispatches and letters of state you find a small envelope with a scent of rose perfume. It's a discrete scent, but nevertheless familiar. Another sweet reminder of last night's adventures. You tear it open and find a small note:

"Your Majesty, you have lit a fire in my chest. I beg of you, please meet me again tonight!"

Attached is a lock of golden blonde hair tied with a band of the same kind of lace you tore off lady Hildas body last night. Your cock immediately springs to life.

'Never quite so good' indeed!

You had not planned this, but must have her, again. You know it's risky, but that only makes it more deliciously thrilling. You quickly write a reply, telling the young countess to meet you later that evening in the eastern wing of the castle where you keep a number of empty bedchambers on standby for unexpected noble visitors, hopefully away from prying eyes and gossiping vassals.

"Sarah!"

Your faithful chambermaid is there in a few moments, "Yes, Sire".

"Deliver this message to lady Hilda of Ravenham at once... and do it discretely", you order.

"Yes, your Majesty", she murmurs as she struggles not to glance at your raging erection.

Gods be damned, I cannot wait!

"Wait, girl, come back here!"

Sarah stops in her tracks halfway through the door and walks slowly back to you. She has clearly enjoyed her sweet moments with you before, but after your last little session with Marissa, and all the gossip at court, you are not sure what she really thinks of being a plaything for the king.

Who cares? She's just a servant girl. Marissa was right about that.

"On your knees", you grunt and Sarah submissively obeys.

You grab Sarah's head with one hand and haul out your thick slab of hard meat with the other and immediately direct it to her mouth. She looks hesitant, but she still courteously opens her mouth for you. You pop your cock through her parted lips and unceremoniously start thrusting into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth. Steady wet noises and muffled gags and moans exudes from Sarah as you stuff her face full, using her as a tool for your pleasure. It doesn't take long for you to come. Your cock twitches and you growl as you pump your load into mouth. Sarah swallows to the best of her ability and manages to gulp down most of your cum without ****, spilling some on her dress.

"There, now we're done", you say panting. "Now deliver that message."

Later that night you meet lady Hilda in the eastern wing where you arranged to meet her. "Oh your Majesty", she cooes as you embrace her and the two of you start kissing already in the dark hallway outside the bedchambers. You glance around a bit nervously. This part of the castle is almost always empty, but you never know...

Not breaking your embrace you push the door open and enter the chambers.

"Oh there you are! I wasn't sure if you would show up."

To your horror you realize that the room isn't empty at all. Queen Marissa lies on the the bed, completely naked! And to make matters worse – much worse – with her, with his face buried between her legs. is none other than lord Oakheart – lady Hilda's husband.

This just got... complicated.

"But don't worry, you are just in time for our little carousal", the queen purrs with a demonic smile. "Come join us."