Wake up with Myrcella

The knocking on the door is what wakes you up. You open your eyes and look around - this isn't your room. Then the memories from last night flood your mind, how you snuck into Lady Myrcella's room, fucked her, and split your seed inside her.

You look down, as the knocking stops, and there she is. Still covered in a sheen of sweat, her face framed by her disheveled golden hair, and her soft breasts, squished underneath your chest. Her eyes open, and she looks up at you, confused at first, but then recognition.

"Leave me," she says, turning her head to the door, "I require no assistance this morning."

"Of course," you hear from a muffled voice through the door, and then shuffling footsteps.

"Oh, John," she says, turning her head towards yours, "it seems as though our tryst was not just a dream of mine."

"It was not my lady," you reply, grinning.

"Well, I did enjoy it, but we must be getting ready for our trips now."

"Or," you reply, your morning wood pressing against her inner thigh, "we might have a repeat of last night first."

Myrcella's eyes open even wider in shock, as she feels your hard cock against her skin, close to her already wet cunt.

"John," she whispers, "we mustn't. Not again, if anyone were to find-mmfh," she is suddenly cut off as you press your lips to hers, and at the same time slide your cock into her wet core.

She is stiff at first, but the double motion breaks her resolve, and she melts into the passion. She moans into your mouth, opening her lips and allowing you to taste her tongue. Meanwhile, she wraps her legs around your back, pulling herself into your thrusts as you feel her warmth around you.

This was different than last night - then you just took what you wanted from her body. This time, the both of you were moving together, desperately reaching for release. You felt the burning desire Myrcella gave off, as her fingers scratched your back, drawing blood. You thrust harder in response, your hips slamming into hers.

Then, she gives, wrapping her arms and legs as tight as possible around you, and pulling you flush against her chest, she orgasms, a powerful thing, her eyes rolling back, her screams of ecstasy silenced by your intimate kiss. And as you feel her tightening, and the release surrounds your cock, you finish as well.

This time she doesn't complain when your cum spurts out into her, instead she welcomes it, her hips bucking up, her inner walls tightening involuntarily to squeeze out every last drop. As you two come down from the high, she keeps you inside of her - some subconscious desire to ensure your seed takes root.

And then she smiles at you, "Now then John, we really must get ready to leave." You watch as she gets up, slowly extracting yourself from her. When she finally stands in front of the bed, your cum still dripping down her leg, she does something you never expected, reaching down to scoop some of your seed that was about to drip out of her, before putting it in her mouth, swallowing it with a smile and wink, before walking to her bathroom.

Quickly, you rush to your own room, managing to sneak in, and get to your bed, before your own servant had arrived, and without anyone in the castle seeing you, questioning why you were running naked from the Lady Paramount's own bed chambers.