You don't let her say 'no.'

Before you have to listen to all of Alexia's reasons that she could never be your queen, you pull her back into your arms and kiss her again. This one lacks the fiery passion of your earlier kisses, but as your tongues dance slowly together, you take the time to explore the toned body under Alexia's modest clothing. Her ass is firm and lean as you'd expect from someone who spends as much time as she does in the saddle and her breasts are exactly like you remember from this morning. Pulling open the 'V' at the top of her tunic you pull her left tit out into the light of day and your mouth descends on it like a starving man on a dessert roll. She mutters about needing to bathe, but you like the taste of salt and musk and when you suck her nipple between your teeth, she moans in a way that you've never heard before. Then with a heavy sigh she pulls you off her teat and tries to assert some control over the rapidly escalating encounter.

"Bruce, we have to stop." She places her hands on the side of your head and tries to pry your mouth off of her, but you just take advantage of the opportunity to switch to her other nipple and feel it too harden between your lips. "Bruce, Sire... Your Majesty!" She may be stronger than any other woman you know, but you are the son of gods and are not going to be pushed away like that.

"Shut up Alexia," you grunt fiercely. "You think I should make my sexual preferences clear? Well, how about I start by convincing you what I want more than anything, right now?" The tunic covering the toned torso of your spymaster tears away as easily as sheer gauze and you pause your plundering of her perky breasts long enough to hold her at arm's length and take in her slender form. Two of the five knives you felt are now clearly visible in a harness your spymaster must wear every day under her clothing.

"Oh goddess," the look in her bright green eyes is as lustful as what she must see in yours, "this is really going to happen." Her hands reach for your clothing, tearing at the fasteners as she continues her monologue. "When you walked out of my tent this morning, I pretty much gave up any hope." Your tunic over your head and Alexia runs her fingers downward along your chest, "I haven't been able to think straight all day, longer than that really." Her dexterous fingers make short work of the knot holding your loincloth and except for your sandals you are suddenly standing before her in all your naked glory. "Do you remember your duel with Prince Ioassis?"

"Wha-?" It is hard to concentrate as she slips out of the harness that holds her knives dropping it and the rest of her clothing to her sandaled feet, but you might have been confused by this sudden turn in the conversation even if she hadn't been standing before as nude as you.

"When you offered that pompous prince your Kingdom, Bruce, you made me part of the prize. Remember how he leered at me as he stripped off his armor?" You nod, recalling how the arrogant nobleman had licked his lips when he made the comment about taking your throne and all that came with it. "Everyone else in the tent may have thought you two were fighting for the throne of Kalion, but I couldn't shake the idea that the two half naked swordsmen were fighting over me." She puts her face in her hands, but you can still make out the muffled words. "That the winner would claim my virginity as his prize." She leans forward and lifts her full lips softly against yours. "For the past two days all I could think about was you claiming your reward." Alexia's hand finds your throbbing erection and you feel her calloused fingers wrap around the shaft, although they are too short to fully encircle your meaty member. "Knowing that you were going to force this magnificent cock where no man has gone before has had me wet and horny." Alexia blushes as she continues, "in a sick way, it made it even hotter knowing that if you had lost, the very man that defeated you would get to claim me as his fuck-toy."

"Alexia!" You interrupt her before this gets any worse. "You knew I was going to win; I would never let that creep touch you, besides if he did try to mess with you, you'd have put a knife through his ribs."

"Maybe, but maybe not." Alexia refuses to concede your point, "Sometimes the gods decide to humble their heroes, Bruce. Even Achilles was defeated at the walls of Troy, and your absurd terms would have made him the rightful king of Kalion. Killing him would be regicide." She smiles innocently as she lets the matter drop. "Let's just agree that it's a good thing that you won that duel."

Her bed you recall, is not as large or comfortable as yours, but there is no way you are going to carry this naked young woman even just the short distance to get to your tent. Instead, you deposit her on her back and climb on top of her working your knees between her thighs as she wiggles under you.