Of course!

"You travel in luxury," you observe, glancing around Maureen's tent; it's a good deal finer than you would have expected from a brewer, draped in white linen and with a finely-wrought lantern providing a soft glow when the heavy canvas flap falls closed.

"I work plenty hard making my ale," she says. "When I take my rest, I earn it well, and I like my comforts at such times. Besides, when a Lord wants to buy a few barrels of my brew, he'll accept a higher price if it looks like I'm accustomed to being paid well! But, I did'na invite you in here to admire the draperies, Xavier..."

Maureen lets her wrap drop from her shoulders, and you have your first real look at how large and shapely her bosoms truly are, the chain mail providing entirely inadequate cover - chain mail? She catches your surprise, and laughs lightly.

"When business is slow, I let these beauties out for a bit," she says, stroking over the silvery links. "The smith who made this little darling for me thought me daft - but oh, how the menfolk go mad for it! And, it sends the message that they can look, but they don't touch without my leave." She smiles at your reaction, clearly pleased with the effect her body has on men. Your own loins ache with need... it's been some time since you could take a moment to satisfy such desires!

"And, do I have your leave, sweet Maureen?" you ask.

"But of course! And, I'm a woman who believes in telling a man what she wants," Maureen says to you, smiling. "I want to feel your hard shaft between my legs, to be sure... and there's nothing that makes me wet like a tongue licking my nips, or having them squeezed and stroked by a pair of strong hands! When these little buds go hard, that's how you'll know you've got me hot and ready... and if you're a man who likes his woman to feel the same pleasure he does in the end, you can take me there by givin' these jugs o' mine a good lovin'!"

You manage to keep your presence of mind enough to drop your sword carefully under your cloak, keeping the richness of it hidden from Maureen's sight - but your precautions are largely unnecessary, as she closes her eyes with lusty pleasure, her own hands caressing and rubbing her breasts, and pinching the nipples to make them harder. By the time you're undressed, she's already moaning and rubbing between her legs as well.

"Mmm... it looks to me like we've both been well-endowed," she says, looking appreciatively at your still-growing manhood. "Charming, handsome, and the cock of a stallion... if you're truly not married yet, I'll warrant it can only be because you've broken a few hearts!"

"And how many men have you left pining for you?" you ask as you move into her embrace, feeling those massive mounds press against your bare skin.

"More than my share, I'll not deny it - but I try to leave them with happy memories!" She opens her lips as you lean in close, and this time she lets her tongue slide into your mouth, and she takes your hands from her hips to gently guide them up to her breasts, encouraging you to touch and caress them.

After a moment, you kneel down on the soft pile of her dress which she had let drop on the floor, bringing your eyes just about level with her enormous breasts. She offers one up to your lips, and you immediately accept, drawing the nipple into your mouth somewhat more forcefully than you might ordinarily with a woman you're with for the first time; Maureen has made it clear, after all, that she craves such stimulation!

The effect on her is immediate and profound - she moans out loud, pulling you closer to her. "Yes, that's what I want! You do that just right, Xavier..." She pulls the other breast up to her own mouth and licks the nipple herself, twirling her tongue around the tip and then sucking it even harder than you did. You follow her example, and feel her body shiver in your arms.

Your mistress, Valerie, is also a woman of impressive bosoms... but you have never seen or touched breasts of such size and fullness as Maureen's. It's a good thing she loves to have so much attention paid to them, because it would be almost impossible to ignore them! You have also never known a woman to become so excited from having her breasts kissed and sucked upon, which of course makes it very stimulating to you as well, and your manhood is fully extended within moments.

You recall something which Valerie has done for you in the past, and it seems that Maureen might appreciate it even more. "Would you kneel for me?" you ask her, rising back up to kiss her lips.

"You want me to pleasure your manhood with my mouth, mayhaps?" she asks, smiling playfully.

"I won't say no to that, but there's something else I'd like to do with it first."

"I'm all yours!" she says enthusiastically, dropping down to her knees.

You shuffle forward slightly, letting your hard shaft slide up into the valley between her massive mounds, and then you encourage her to squeeze them together around you. Her look of puzzlement turns to surprise as you begin to thrust up and down in the passage formed by her breasts, and then she actually lets a little happy squeal burst through her lips.

"Why did I never think of this?" she laughs, bouncing her breasts up and down to match your thrusting. "Mmm, this is so much fun! It's not like feeling your lips on them, of course, but I love it! You need to be wet, though..." Maureen stops you for a moment and puts her mouth over your cock, engulfing a considerable length before pulling away, leaving you glistening with her saliva. "There... now, fuck my bosoms some more! That's it... harder... do it as hard as you want, it feels so good!"

You keep going, until it becomes almost impossible to hold back from your climax anymore, and your cock throbs with the aching need for release. Fortunately, Maureen seems to see that you can't go much longer; she lays down and opens her legs wide, inviting you into her. You lay on top of her, again feeling her breasts squeeze up against you, and with a single smooth thrust you penetrate all the way into her. She raises her hips up to meet you, taking you just that tiny bit deeper, until she has taken your full length.

"Give me your cream, do it now!" she hisses through her teeth.

You can't help but obey her command... the muscles of your loins tighten as you spurt your essence into her, and Maureen is pushed over the edge at the same moment. She gasps with the sudden climax of pleasure, her wet lips trembling, her body tense and rigid in contrast to the softness of her breasts... and then, she relaxes, panting hard with the exertion and the rush of orgasm.

"That..." she whispers, looking into your eyes, "that... was wonderful!"

"Yes, it was," you can't help but agree.

You feel a sudden, mad impulse - to reveal yourself as the King. It's not like you feel the need to impress Maureen at this point; clearly, you've already done that! But, a part of you feels that she deserves to know... and in any event, she's bound to see you doing your part as King at some point during the festival, and it may be better to tell her now than have her find out later!