Unfortunately for us, it is.

Here we go. My first ever sex scene on CHYOA. Hope you like it and like my story too.

Thankfully it didn't take long for your twosome to reach the room ascribed to you. Adela fish a key out of her pocket, unlock the door and usher you in.

She then goes ahead to prepare a bath while you check out your new crib. Your room speaks of the same abundance and luxury as the rest of the palace. The bed is soft and covered with a silver-threaded throw. The floor is stone so polished, it almost renders the bronze mirrors redundant. Adela appears around the corner and show you to the bath, dripping with steam, the air perfumed with oils.

The sight of it makes you forget about the rest of the world and your worries. You've always had a thing for warm bath. You shed your cloak hurriedly and plunge into the water. The bath water is painfully hot on your skin at first, but soon you ease into it. It soothes your aching muscles, loosens the knots in your joints. You feel like you are floating until until a gasp reach your ears. It came from Adela standing in a corner, with her wayward eyes flashing from you to the floor. She's transfixed, on the knife's edge between wanting to stay and wanting to retreat, unable to get the release of either.

You almost can't believe yourself when you smile beatifically and say, "would you like to join me?"

Her redness is immediate and understandable. She sputters, "ah... I... ca-n-not..."

You keep your smile. "The Queen asked you to attend to my needs and I require assistance washing my back. Oh and throw in little rub while you're at it. I'm fucking sore." You realise you may sound like a jerk but you can't really bring yourself to care.

Poor thing looks she could bolt away that instant yet she takes a tentative nod and nears the bath. You are beside yourself in excitement and a little anxiety. While you're no stranger to the fairer sex and certainly no stranger to seducing them, one would think in this new world, you'd have a little more tact. But there's no time for tact, looking at Fiona and the Queen has gotten you more than a little bothered. In terms of look, comparing Adela to the aforementioned two is like comparing a lamb to a sheep. Both are different yet unique. You've always been gifted at discerning women. Fiona oozes pure sexuality, Tilda has that matronly air, and if one peers deeper, you can catch the whiff of a dominatrix but Adela is petite, adorable and ****, like a prey. She'll do.

You waddle to the ledge of the tub so it's more easy for her to reach. You lounge back as she begins to wash/massage your shoulders back and forth. The lather smells citrusy, with a hint of mint... Medieval shampoo, you muse. Her dainty yet calloused fingers swim across your neck and you feel little Jamie turn as stiff as a flagpole. You however lost it completely when she lingers on the erogenous zone that is the nape of your neck. The poor girl could only yelp when you pull her into the tub with you, still fully clothed.

Once you have her in your grasp, you proceed to strip her down aggressively, tossing each soaked article of clothing, out onto the room's floor. You are thankful for the middle age norms regarding undergarments. No impeding bras, no hampering panties, just a piece of thinly laced camisole that joins the rest on the ground and eventually leaving her wet, naked, and shivering in terror on your lap. Your thick cock rubs against her even as you hold her close and nuzzle her neck.

You feel her squirm as you grind your popsicle against her sopping sex.

"Feel how hard you made me." You say to her.

"I-I... am... sorry." She squeaks, half sobbing.

You frown at this. Nothing turns you off faster than an unwilling partner. It's time to remedy that. You move your hands over her small supple breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers and causing an involuntary gasp to escape her lips. You push a finger into quim, flicking her rather robust clit. Another medieval thing you file away. She moans and mewl, twist and turn, but you never let up your ****. You suck on her breast caps with the avidity of an starved infant and smuggle two more fingers into her hole. She is chanceless against the knowledge of foreplay you bring with you from the 21st century. It didn't take long, before Adela begins to cry out, and you were **** to place a hand over her mouth to keep her screams of orgasmic pleasure quiet. Her body bucks as you hold her close and she rides out what was more than likely her first ever orgasm by such means. Even then, you are still sawing your fingers in and out of her cunt. Out of reflex, she mesh her chest against your face before she later relaxes.

You pull your offending fingers out of her velvet purse and bring it out of the water. Her juice is mostly washed off your digits but the flavor still lingers as you suck 'em clean. 'Hmm... taste like warm icing.'

Head lolling just a bit, Adela seems to swallow before finally speaking in a raspy breathless voice. "T-That is d-dirty."

That is such a medieval-ish thing to say.

You grin but don't bother to respond as you spin both of you around. You must have tire her out as she offers no resistance when you push her up against the broad rim of the bath, her knees on the ledge beneath the water as you stand straight. Leaning over her, you guide your bellend up to her entrance, pushing past her slit and into her dripping pussy.

You are surprised to find her a virgin. The GOT show doesn't exactly portray a good image of medieval lassies, then again, you are here, experiencing the real deal. She let out a cry of pain before you place a hand over her mouth. The water acts as a good enough lubricant, which allows you to slide in with almost no fuss, penetrating her so easily. You wait for a painstakingly few seconds, for her to get use to you, then you start to move, your movement nice and slow.

Adela can only groan in response, arcing backwards to lower her head as she falls forward onto her forearms and her hands clench into white knuckled fists as you bury yourself in her tight cunt behind inch by inch. The maid is left panting and moaning and grunting as your hips pick up speed into a near-blur, always moving forward, always carving and molding the texture of her pussy with your huge meatstick.

When you finally bottom out, balls teasing the cranny of her rosebud, over half your giant member buried in her unbelievably hot deflowered quim, did you pull back only to thrust forward again.

"Aaaagh! Oh gods!"

Adela is quite vocal as you truly begin to brutal-fuck her, your cock pistoning in and out of her poor hole again and again. Her tongue is now lolling out of her full lips as she succumbs to the pleasure you give to her. Her tired arms gives out from under her body. She splays out against the concrete but that only provides you more leverage.

"Ahhh... yes...!"

Her velvet walls hugs your dick like a prodigal son...

"Aaah!"

Before you forcibly pull out of her warm embrace...

"Yessh...! yess... SIRE!"

...Then slam in again, filling it to the brink.

"AAAAHhhhhh!!!!"

She screams and squirts all over your pole, adding more grease to the power of your thrusts. Your room's wall must be quite thick because Adela is quite the screamer. You half expect the guards to burst down your door any time soon. To bear witness to your... act.. of... depravity.

That thought is what finally sent you over the edge, a grunt and a growl is the only warning Adela got before you start cumming inside of her pussy. You recover enough strength to pull out halfway through, leaving her pussy stuffed with a nice cream filling and then coating her butt, back, and hair with a nice glaze as well before you are finally done spraying.

Panting heavily, you step back even as Adela slump forward over the wide rim of the bath, barely staying conscious. Grinning wickedly, you looked upon what you have wrought and find it to be good.

Gapingly good.

A/N: like it.