Re-establishing back at the castle

Having decided to bring Kesa into your life was relatively simple. All you needed to do was make note of a lack of good help around the castle, and voila. The plan to make her an official mistress must be deferred for now, however, until you can find a more opportune moment. In the meantime, Kesa has made it clear she wants her "business" to continue. After some discussion, you've decided that the "transactions" will take place in the nearby stables for now on. You initially protested over reasons of smell, but Kesa's reasoning that the noise of the horses, the inconspicuous location, and the privacy of the stalls made for ideal concealment. At least, you figured, it would be appropriate to stud in the stables.

Together you established some ground rules. Kesa could keep all of the profits (it's not like it would mean much compared to the royal treasury). In return, she had to ensure not to price gouge, and to make sure the girls were all of at least respectable quality. Another caveat was no married women (a good king can't go around cucking his loyal subjects, after all. Their daughter on the other hand...) Kesa readily agreed, and all was well. In no time at all, your first session was set up.

At midnight, you sneak out into the deserted courtyard. The usual torch-wielding guards stroll lazily around the gates and atop the walls, but all are far away from the stables. You hear a nervous squeak as you open the door to the empty stall. Your first new client fidgets, rustling the straw bedding. You peer at her as hard as you can, using the low moonlight for your only illumination. "M-my king?" she asks nervously. You can tell by her voice she is young, probably only recently reaching majority. Looking closely, you see the girl has already undressed, which immediately causes you to stiffen. The first word that comes to mind is "soft". The dark-haired girl sitting on her knees has a cute, round face, almost childlike. Nevertheless her body is very mature. A bit heavy, perhaps, for your usual preference, but it seems to have at least concentrated where it does the most good. Her breasts are huge and go down to her thighs. Despite bashfully covering them with her arms, she cannot hide her huge tits or their erect nipples. You step forward boldly.

"That's right, I'm your king". You can see her almost faint as you say it. Stripping quickly, too fueled by lust to bother with the niceties, you walk behind the quavering girl and push her forward abruptly. She gasps in surprise, but you continue unabated. You feel roughly between her cushiony thighs and find a hairy pussy drowning with anticipation. Getting your footing on either side of her, you guide your hardened prick up to the waiting pussy. You hear her gaps again as your tips meets her entrance. Smirking, you push boldly into her chasm. Resting your hands around the small of her back, you lean into her quivering hole with full ****. You hear the girl clap a hand over her mouth to stop from screaming, and it's no wonder why. Her pussy is wonderfully wet, but equally tight. She may have even been a virgin. Nevertheless, you continue to slide in and out of her silky, grasping folds, pounding her into the straw as you slam your pelvis against her thick, H-shaped ass. While your **** is hard for her level of inexperience, she is at least built to take a bit of rough play. Leaning forward, you switch hands fondly her massive tits, mauling them with rough hands. This only seems to drive her crazier and more fervent in her need.

"Oh Lord" she says, struggling to get a sentence out between thrusts, "please breed this simple peasant. Stud this lowly mare. Breed me like I'm your property!" she almost yells as you fuck her. From the dick-drunkenness of her voice, you can tell she is close to orgasm. You pick up the pace, rutting like a furious animal, causing too much flesh-slapping to be considered safe if you were in a more rational mindset. She grunts as your tip penetrates deeply and tantalizingly brushes against the entrance to her womb, while your virile testes slap against her clit. She starts to squirm randomly, and one had reaches back, limply grabbing at your firmly planted leg.

"Fuck!" she cries out again. "Please, use my body, make me big with your child!" she says desperately. As she says this, you can feel her lose control, cumming on your cock powerfully. This seems as good a time as any, and you grab tight onto her chubby sides as you give one ultimate effort, joining your crotch to hers as you prepare to seed her valley. As your tip brushes against her womb once more, you lose all control. Jolts of orgasmic bliss replace teasing need, and a veritable geyser of virile cum erupts against her cervix.

For some time you stay locked into her soft box, dribbling remaining cum, panting and sweating heavily. As your exhaustion subsides, you pull your over-sensitive prick out of your fertile commoner liason and get dressed again.

"Thank you milord, if it doesn't take, I'll be back once I have enough money" she says, still lying on the hay, talking between deep breaths. In response you walk back over and vigorously rub her sodden, cum-leaking cunt, spurring on an aftershock orgasm that leaves her squealing. Done, you walk out silently, ready for sleep.