Order Greta to service you while you fight off the assassin

“Do not move Greta. You are to remain here until you've drained me,” you say as you pull your sword from your scabbard. Greta obediently lies prone before you as the assassin unsheathes her blade. You maneuver Greta and yourself so that your back is toward the headboard before sliding inside her.

As the assassin lunges at you, you get an excellent view of a graceful female form covered in a tight cotton wrap. Greta gives a fearful whimper as you parry blow after blow from the assassin. You can see hate in the assassins eyes as she flushes with exertion. Meanwhile, you deeply enjoy the feeling of Greta's cunt clenching around your cock with every stroke.

Soon, Greta's whimpers turn to moans as you thrust forcefully inside her. The distraction is almost enough to allow the assassin's blade to strike true; you feel a sting in your shoulder after barely parrying one of her blows. Returning the favor in kind, you deftly hook your sword into her cotton wrap. With a flick of your wrist, part of the assassin's midriff and thigh are exposed for your viewing pleasure. As she jumps back in shock, you drink in a view of her pale, slender body. The reprieve provides just enough time to release the pressure in your loins. You pull yourself against Greta. Greta shakes beneath you and cries out as you empty yourself inside her.

The second you release Greta's waist, she sweeps herself from the bed. In one fluid motion she rolls across the floor, grabs her sword and assumes a fighting stance. with your seed running down her thighs.

The hate in the assassin's eyes quickly turns to fear when she engages your personal guard Greta. You chuckle to yourself at the sight of your seed running down Greta's thighs as the two women shuffle about in mortal combat. You gaze around the room for something with which to clean your cock. The sight of one of your favorite concubines lying dead on the floor is deeply disappointing. As the women circle about, the assassin unwisely turns her back to you. You seize the opportunity by cracking her over the head with the blunt of your sword.

“That's enough Greta,” you say lazily as the assassin collapses to the floor. Greta presses her sword against the would be assassins throat while breathing in heaves. “We need her alive so we can find out how she got in.”

“I'll alert … huh … the guard,” Greta gasps as she struggles to catch her breath.

“No, absolutely not. Someone in this castle assisted her. I must find out who. In the mean time, your dereliction of duty has cost me one of my favorite concubines.”

“My lord?” Greta gasped in disbelief.

“Yes, you are to protect me. And this,” you gesture to the body on the floor, “is the fruits of your labor.”

“Please forgive me my lord!”

“I am merciful. However, as punishment you will become my personal concubine for the day. Now, put on the concubines' clothes.”

As Greta dons the blood soaked garments, you clasp Greta's armor onto your body. It's a bit big but otherwise fits comfortably.

“I've always wanted to be a royal guard,” you say to Greta with a wink. “And this poor soul,” you continue as you unceremoniously toss the cadaver on the bed, “will be the king for the day. Now we will have a little time to flush out whoever is conspiring against me.”

“My lord, this plan is idiotic!” Greta cries as she looks around at the blood soaked room.

“Yes, well, with luck your moans will have convinced anyone who heard the commotion that I was merely enjoying very rough sex. We may be the only ones who know the assassin has been caught. We need to hide this,” you motion toward the **** assassin, "and sniff out anyone who helped her."