Alexia?!?

If you hadn't been as close to Alexia over the years as you were you might not have believed your ears. Even though the tone was breathier and slightly higher pitched than usual and so soft that a mortal man would never have heard her through the canvas of her tent, you are 100% sure that it was your red-headed spymaster that made that brazen confession. You're not the only one that heard, either.

"Oh, Lady Alexia!" The excited voices of the two sisters easily carries through the tent walls. "I knew it, I just knew it!" That was probably Mara, you think but it's harder to differentiate between the two young noblewoman from Athenapolis than it is to recognize the voice of Alexia. You are also a little distracted as you try to make sense of your pretty spymaster, if she wanted you to summon her to your bed, why did she push you away this morning? The memory of how her plump breast felt in your large hand, and the softness of her inner thighs sandwiching your erection makes it difficult to think about anything else.

"It is so clear that you two are in love each other." This time it's Sara, "do you think he'll propose and make you his queen?" Before you get a chance to consider the young noblewoman's fanciful question, Alexia makes it clear that she is not interested in being queen of Kalion.

"You know as well as I do, Sara, that a King could never marry someone like me."

"Why not?" You mutter to yourself, "I'm the king. Damn it, I'm a god, I can marry whomever I choose." Inside the tent Alexia is explaining the situation to the two sisters who seem more inclined to agree with your way of thinking than their new friend's.

"...not let him. It's my job to counsel His Majesty in what is best for him, and more importantly for Kalion." You are barely able to control you impatience as you hear her continue. "Far too many offers of marriage have been turned down already. Princesses with impeccable pedigrees and unquestioned virtue have been politely turned aside by first Bruce's father and in the past few years by the young king himself." That much is true, you personally turned down two such offers, and you know for a fact that before that your parents rejected several other blood alliances. Who knows how many other feelers were parried before they even became legitimate offers.

"But you'd go to his tent if he summoned you?" Mara's question stops your musing, "Even though you know he can't marry you, you let him … you know …" Even the bolder of the two naïve twins can't bring herself to say the words.

"Deflower me?" Alexia suggests almost sweetly, "pop my cherry? perhaps 'claim me as his'?" As the silence fills the tent she takes it even further making the difference between her upbringing and that of the twins even clearer. "Bruce can be a total ass, Ladies, as you have now seen." Alexia pauses before continuing in a uncharacteristic openness. "In spite of that, girls, the answer is most definitely 'yes'." You almost stumble to the ground at Alexia's straightforward answer. You're not the only one, as her announcement silences the twins allowing her to continue.

"I'd let him fuck with that monster cock of his. You've seen him, that's what I've wanted since I was old enough to notice the boy who I crushed on as a teen has become a man." More silence, and then Alexia offers a weak apology of sorts. "I'm sorry Sara, Mara; I didn't mean to be coarse, but that's what I want from him. I want him to take me, use me for his pleasure," her breathy voice is full of need, "as many times as he wants. I know I'm not the right queen for him, but by all the gods on Olympus, I want him to be the man that spreads my legs and fills my sealed portal with his pulsing flesh."

Through the tent flap you hear soft moans from all three of the women and your acute senses picks up the distinctive aroma of arousal.