Well, she doesn't stop you

You do not have much experience with kissing. Most princes get well-deserved reputations for their philandering, but your foster parents made it pretty clear that you were not going to be like most princes.

For one thing the blood of the gods flows through your veins; knocking up a serving girl or two could quite unintentionally bring into this mortal world demigods who could cause all manner of chaos and misadventures. You mother made it abundantly clear that that was not going to happen under her watch. The King was a little more diplomatic, warning you that ambitious families with pretty daughters might use the temptation of tender flesh to try to entangle you into an unfortunate marriage in exchange for a single night of pleasure. He also reminded you that while you would probably not have to worry too much about duels with cuckolded husbands or irate fathers, that a ruler who takes what is not his soon losses the respect of his subjects.

Even after the tragic deaths of your parents, you refrained from accepting the offers of all sorts of beautiful women from all ages and stations. Some were older than your mother, lonely widows who wanted to sweep you into their bosoms and comfort you with carnal delights, others were young and adventurous maidens who wanted their first time to be with the bold young Rider-King of Kalion. The more of these offers you turned down, the more of a prize you seemed to be until you received (in secret) offers from even demur princesses and holy priestesses sworn to chastity.

All the same, compared to the sloppy kisses from barmaids and **** courtiers, this kiss was different in several important ways. Firstly, it was a kiss that you initiated so there was no surprise, secondly Alexia is someone you have known and respected all your life but lastly and most importantly when your lips found hers, it felt like the fires of Hephaestus' forge exploded in your heart. You had no intentions of seducing your young spymistress, the kiss had been intended as a simple declaration of your feelings and intent. But once you feel her meet your passion with a fire of her own your ambition grows as steeply as a fast moving drake climbing in an warm up-draft.

The arm that had been safely around her waist climbs upwards where you find one of her small tits that fits perfectly in your hand. Even through the soft cotton of the robes you can feel her nipple tightening as you massage her through the thin fabric.

To your surprise, Alexia swings one of her long limber legs up and over your lap so she is now straddling the small saddle with her face less than two finger widths from yours. The other effect that this change in position has brought about is that the skirt of the robes that had once fallen all the way to her ankles is now bunched up around her thighs and her beautiful bare legs are just waiting for your other hand.

"I've been thinking about this ever since your stupid duel, the day we got here." Alexia's lips hover just over your ear. "Did you see the way Prince Iasos licked his lips, Sire, when he thought he could claim me once he defeated you."

"I wouldn't have let that happen, Alexia." Why she is talking about that meaningless duel now of all times is a mystery to you.

"You wouldn't have had a choice, Bruce." Alexia reminds you fiercely. Somehow with a twist of her arms and shake of her torso, her tunic slips from her shoulders and her small breasts are suddenly rubbing against your chest. "You swore an oath before the gods; Iasos would have been my new king, you would have been assigned to one of the United Armies' wings and I would have been sent to Iasos' bed to enjoy." The anger that surges through you at the thought of this normally confident spymaster being used as a sex toy is as unexpected as it is intense.

"There was no way I could have let that spoiled pig win." You don't lose. Alexia knows that.

"The thing is, Bruce," Alexia wraps her arms around your neck and you can feel her warm flesh through your tunic as she pulls herself even closer, "even though I truly believe that in my head, in my heart it's a different story." You don't know what to say, so you keep your mouth shut and let her finish. "Every one else in that tent believed that the duel was for the Kingship of Kalion, but in my mind all I could think about was that you were fighting for the right to deflower me." Even though you had never heard of Alexia ever being with any man, hearing her confirm her innocence makes you ache with need.

"Well, Your Majesty, you won the duel." Her soft lips are pressed against your ear making it almost impossible to think, "are you going to claim your prize?"