Of course, since it's intercourse

"Is this what you want, Johanna?" you ask, your voice dropping to a low, predatory rasp. "Or is your mistress forcing you into my bed?"

Johanna takes a slow, steady breath. For the first time, she raises her eyes to meet yours. There is a deep, buried heat behind her stoic gaze, a hunger that has been suppressed for years under the weight of her duty and her fallen status. "I am a servant of this house, Your Highness," she says, her voice remarkably steady despite the flush beginning to rise on her collar. "But I am also a woman of noble blood. I know what is required to secure a house, and... I have seen what you just did to my lady. I do not come to you unwillingly."

"Good," you murmur. You reach out, your large hands coming up to her hair. With a few deft movements, you pull the pins from her head, letting her dark, thick hair tumble down her back in rich waves. The transformation is instant; the severe household manager disappears, replaced by a striking, mature woman of aristocratic beauty.

You slowly work the buttons of her dress, wanting to break her stoicism piece by piece. As the heavy wool fabric falls away, revealing her fine linen shift and the pale, mature curves of her body beneath, Johanna lets out her first trembling sigh. Her hands, which usually hold ledgers and keys, twitch at her sides as if she wants to touch you but template commands her to remain still.

"You may touch me, Johanna," you tell her, grabbing her wrists and placing her palms directly against your warm, sweaty chest. "Forget the rules of this house tonight."

The moment her skin meets yours, a shiver runs through her entire frame. You lead her toward the wide mattress. Sibylla moves to the side, propping herself up on her elbows, watching with a look of intense pleasure as you pull the head maid onto the sheets. You strip away the rest of Johanna's garments until she lies completely naked in the firelight. Her body is fuller than Sibylla’s, her hips wider, her breasts heavy and tipped with dark rose.

You begin to work on her slowly, using your fingers and your lips to explore the contours of her flesh. Johanna is clearly not used to pleasure. Her body is stiff at first, her gasps sharp and frightened as your mouth finds the sensitive skin of her throat and the undersides of her breasts. She arches her back blindly, her hands clutching at your shoulders with a desperate, uncoordinated grip.

"Ah... Your Highness," she gasps, her stoic facade completely cracking as you slide a hand down between her thighs. She is tight, her body resisting the sudden influx of sensation because she has never known the touch of a man, let alone a prince who knows exactly how to stoke a woman's fire.

Sibylla does not remain a passive spectator. She crawls forward on her knees, her dark hair falling forward as she joins you on the mattress. "Let me help you relax her," Sibylla whispers. She leans down and begins to kiss Johanna's lips, her soft, practiced mouth soothing the older woman's panic. At the same time, Sibylla’s hands move over Johanna's stomach and hips, creating soft, contrasting sensations against your own heavier, rougher touch.

With both of you working on her, it is simply too much for the head maid. Johanna groans aloud, her head tossing back as her hips begin to twitch instinctively against your hand. The dual onslaught of a prince’s raw sexuality and her mistress’s intimate touch shatters her noble reserve entirely. She whimpers, her thighs spreading wide as she surrenders to the wild, unfamiliar heat blooming in her belly.

"She is so sensitive," Sibylla laughs softly, looking up from Johanna’s face to lock eyes with you. "Look how she trembles for you, Prince."

You move between Johanna’s legs, your shaft pressing against her slick, tight entrance. You drive forward, entering her with a slow, relentless pressure that forces a loud, sobbing cry from her throat. She wraps her arms around your neck, her fingernails digging into your skin as you fill her completely, breaking the final barrier of her maidenhood.