Myrcella in the Morning

You wake early that next day, still aroused from teasing Myrcella last night. You quickly clean yourself, before eating and making your way to the grand entrance.

As you see Myrcella standing there, alone, your arousal returns. She is wearing a tight yellow dress, with her corset amplifying her already ample breasts. As you walk towards her, you stare hungrily at her cleavage. As you look to her face, her eyes are clouded by lust.

"John," she smiles, walking to you, "I am glad to see you here on time." She grabs your arm, pressing her chest into your side.

"And I am glad to be here my lady," you reply, your cock already hardening from the feeling of her soft breasts against your shirt.

"Then let me show you to our carriage," she said, pulling you by your arm, until you saw the large, elegant thing.

A man-at-arms opens the door, and the two of you walk inside.

Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the splendor - gold leaf adorns the interior walls, a shelf of books is present, and there are two beds placed within.

"Lady Myrcella, this is..."

"Wonderful? I know, I so dreaded long trips before, but I think this one will be..." her eyes drop to where your cock is straining already, "fun," she finishes, licking her lips.

"I hope it will be," you reply, and as you sit down on one of the bed, you ask , "and will this be my bed?"

She gets up from the other one and walks over to you. She straddles your lap, your cock pressing up against her stomach, and she leans her head to your ear.

"I think, just for this one trip, we'll share."