Ask to fuck Krandt

Krandt wipes her face on the towel and gathers up the basin of now cold water, taking everything into the bathroom. When she returns, your eyes meet and she stops, a flicker of uncertainty darkening her face.

"Is something wrong, Sir?" she asks cautiously. "Have I forgotten my place?"

"No, Krandt. I needed that, and I thank you. But..." You lick suddenly dry lips. "I need more than that. I need to feel my cock inside a tight pussy, and I want it to be yours."

"Oh, Your Majesty," she breathes, fanning herself again as a dark flush colors her face. "You overwhelm me with your generosity, but it would not be proper, Sir. I am just a servant."

"And I am just a farm boy," you remind her. "This is my first night in a palace, and I don't know how I'll sleep in that big bed, all alone. Won't you stay with me, Krandt? Please?"

She shakes her head regretfully. "I simply cannot. Just be patient--the nobles will be arriving soon and you will have no shortage of company in your bed."

"That's what I'm afraid of," you say, rising from the bench. Your stiff rod bobs and sways, precum dripping from the head. You can feel your pussy juices running slowly down the insides of your thighs, your skin slick as you step toward Krandt. "I don't know them, but I know they will all be men--rutting bulls ready to breed me like a heifer in heat. I will never know the softness of a woman's touch."

She turns away but not before you see the glimmer of tears in her eyes. "Your Majesty, please," she says, sounding like she's in pain. "I am not worthy of such an honor."