To Walk around the Countryside

The natural scenery around Altenhausen is always wondrous and relaxing to look at; the tranquility and serenity of nature, bereft of the busyness and stress of city life, the smells of the earth and the grass wafting into your nose, all of it helps you to relax from a hard day's work.

While Oskar is content to remain in the city, you want to explore a little. Though dressed in a nobleman's clothing, there are no signs pointing to you as King, and though the peasants you passed by - Almain and Axumite alike - cast glances at you, they otherwise pay no attention.

There is one woman, however, who catches your attention; a middle-aged Axumite woman dressed in traditional farmer's robes from her homeland, her dark-coloured skin glistens a bright sheen in the evening sun, three young kids helping her with chores.

Her breasts are rather large, easily shown through the fabric of her robes, and despite looking as if she is in her early thirties, she is as beautiful as any young woman.

Speaking to her kids in her native tongue - which you recall is called Amharic, she sees them off to the house, and then lay eyes on you as you approach.

"My Lord?" she asks, "What are you doing here? This isn't a place for you."

"Well, I was just stunned at seeing how much of a beautiful woman you are, My Lady," you say, "Clearly, you do not lose to Almain beauty."

The woman blushes, saying, "I'm no Lady, and you flatter me."

"Ha, the way I see it, you're deserving of flattery," You say, "And the name's Heinrich."

"Mine is Alemtsehai, My Lord," says the woman.

And slowly, you move your arms to embrace her sexy, curvy figure, toned from years of farm work, and your lips touch hers in a swift kiss.

"M-My Lord..." Said Alemtsehai, "It's been three years since I was last with a man..."

"Who says you can't be with another?" You said, "Who says you can't be with me?"

She quickly returns the kiss full ****, her lips assaulting yours with hungry passion that speaks volumes of her repressed desires. If she wants you as an outlet for her desires, who are you to deny her?

Your hands quickly take off your clothes in a mess of tangled limbs, and you both lie down on them like it were a blanket, your kissing showing little signs of stopping.

When you do, you admire her dark skin and curvy form all the more; her boobs are thick, fleshy globes, her dark areolas standing erect at full mast. Her muscles shows no visible fat, making them so much more tantalizing, and her wet pussy made your cock excited.

"Do you like what you see, My Lord?"

The submissive attitude of this woman does not fail to get your blood pumping, and your mouth goes to suck her teats, the taste of sweet breastmilk lingering on your tongue. Your hand go to fingering her snatch, and Alemtsehai is moaning under your sexual ****.

"Oh My Lord, it feels so good..." She moans, being the submissive whore she is.

"And your milk tastes so sweet," You said, "Just like when my own mother was feeding me."

"Does my milk taste better than hers?" she asks.

"Oh yes, it does," you say.

Your hands quickly pick up the tempo, and you soon feel her vaginal muscles beginning to twitch with increased frequency, followed by Alemtsehai moaning louder.

"Oh, oh God! I think I'm-!"

And you feel her pussy clench tightly on your fingers, squirting her juices onto your hand and clothes. She twitches for a full minute, before settling down and panting heavily.

"It's been so long, since I came like that," says Alemtsehai.

"Glad to see you enjoy it, My lady," you say, "But we're not done yet."