You have your way

You are a king with a servant, not some love-struck suitor. "Get on the bed and strip," you say in your most commanding voice. "B-but my lord-" she begins. This will not do. "Go now!" you command, almost shouting. Whimpering, she heads toward the bed. Reluctantly, she begins pulling up the robe that covers most of her body. You gaze with savage hunger at her young body, drinking in its lithe curves. She finishes undressing soon enough, and you move in.

Your pants hit the floor with a thud, making Angelika flinch. You eye the furry hole that you with soon be entering. Her pink tunnel shines through the rough, curly hair of her pelvis. A firm hand begins massaging her lips back and forth, stimulating her clitoris. She tries to take it as silently as possible, but the occasional whimper shows your progress. Slowly but surely, she starts to wetten. Once lubricated enough for the next step, you insert a couple of fingers, to your toy's alarm. A cruel laugh escapes you as she quivers in pleasure despite herself. Eventually she is lubricated to your satisfaction, and the true fun commences.

Straightening, you position your spear, savoring the anticipation. At a random moment, you thrust into your peasant. She squeals as you stretch her girlhood. You feel something tear, noted with satisfaction. Her pussy is deliciously tight, gripping your girth firmly. You grab her long hair with one hand and steady yourself on her hip with the other. Her head lowers, accepting her fate. You thrust with savage ****, taking her quickly. What a feeling! The sense of freedom from expectations combines well with the base pleasure of rooting around in this peasant's tight, slick hole. Feeling no need to attend to a peasant, you rapidly approach climax. This is the sating of the hungers that your education tried to suppress!