Ask her to depart

"Spiced wine is a tempting offer, my dear Sanja," you say to her, "but as this is the first time I've been granted a taste of finest Melisande has to offer, I would enjoy its own flavor."

Sanja kisses your cheek. "Verily, I could find no fault in that," she says. "I'll leave ye both to each other, then. Wouldst the Lady Melisande favor a poor tavern wench with a kiss before she returns to her cups?"

"But of course, dear Sanja," Melisande says. Sanja steps up to Melisande's side and lowers her lips to those of her mistress, and the two women share a long, deep kiss... and even as they pull apart, their tongues linger in contact for a moment, swirling around each other before Sanja finally stands up and throws you a wink. "May you enjoy your wine, Sire," she smiles, and then leaves the room.

For a heartbeat, you wonder if sending Sanja away was a poor choice - but then you feel Melisande's hands caress your risen manhood, her slender fingers stroking the shaft gently and touching with featherly lightness on the sensitive tip. "The pleasures that two women can give a man are undeniable," she says to you, "and as I know well the woman who warms your bed at night, I'm sure it's an experience you've enjoyed many a time. But there is something to be said for the ways in which a man and a woman alone may offer pleasure to each other... your knee must grow tired of that hard floor, and if you would stand before me, I could take this powerful shaft between my lips!"

You take her up on the invitation, standing and presenting your manhood to her. Melisande encircles the tip with her tongue, licking around and around while her hands continue to rub the shaft and gently tease the tender sac below, and then she opens her lips and accepts a good half of your length into her mouth, sucking firmly and plunging in and out, over and over. Your own hands are left free to stroke her hair and caress her bare shoulders and her massive breasts, even larger than the ample bosoms of your own mistress.

"Mmm... I can tell you appreciate a well-endowed woman," Melisande says with a smile. "I'll never understand those men who prefer a woman with lesser bosoms... to me, it seems that beauty and femininity is only enhanced by the generosity of her figure, and a woman's body curved like the hourglass is most pleasing to the eye and the touch. And of course, a woman whose breasts are like the mountains may take a man into the valley between!"

Melisande's actions match her words, as she wraps her breasts around your shaft and squeezes them tight, ducking and rising so as to allow you to slide in and out, and the smile on her face fades into the heady look of passion, her lips panting and her eyelids heavy with lust. By now of course you have risen to full hardness, but as exciting as it is to feel her large, full breasts caressing your manhood, it is not quite enough stimulation to bring you to climax.

It is as if she has read your thoughts... Melisande stops her caresses with a kiss at the swollen tip of your cock, then stands up to let her dress fall to the floor. She lays down upon a soft sofa nearby, lifting one of her own nipples to her lips so that she can tickle the bud with her tongue.

"My cunt is wet and ready," she breathes. "Sheathe your sword deep within me... your manhood is large and powerful, but I can take the full length of it inside me, so I beg you to thrust hard and let me feel all of you!"

You position yourself between her wide-spread legs, nestle the head of your cock in between her warm nether lips, and then - as she has asked - you lurch your hips forward and bury your shaft up to the hilt into the deep, wet passage. Melisande arches her back and moans hotly with the intense pleasure of the moment, and her legs wrap around you to hold you in at your deepest point of penetration.

"Oohh, that feels so good," she whispers. "Now, fuck me hard, and loose your cream within me!"

You begin to move in and out of her, slowly at first, but then faster and harder as it becomes clear that she truly responds to such. Her large breasts bounce beneath you as her body moves with each thrust, and her moans grow louder and louder as you grow closer to your peak... then, Melisande draws in her breath sharply, her entire body stiffens, and her passage tightens around your shaft, inspiring your own release. After a long moment, she lets her own breath out in a rush, and she lays back onto the sheer satin blanket, panting hard through glistening lips.

"Oh, my," she says, seemingly to herself, "that was..." She trails off, then looks up at you as if surprised to see you there, and smiles. "That was even better that I imagined you would be, Xavier - and make no mistake, I have imagined this more often than you probably think! I did not expect to be quite so overwhelmed, however; forgive me."

"That's hardly something you need to apologize for," you say.

"No, I suppose not," she says, her voice colored with a light laughter. "Mmm, it's been some time since I felt a man inside me, and never so deep before! I'm sure you've guessed that Sanja has been sharing my bed these past few years, and her touch never fails to satisfy... but just as there are some things that only another woman can offer, so too can a man provide some pleasures which no woman can."

"Are you quite sure that Sanja does not mind sharing you with another?" you ask. "I would not wish to be the source of ill feeling between you."

"Have you ever known Sanja not to speak her mind? If she harbored objections, she would have made them known - she has done so before, when other men have shown interest in me. You, she sees differently... I don't think it is only that you are a King, titles of nobility or royalty have never meant anything to her. But she feels an affection toward you, whatever the reason may be." She smiles. "Certainly, you are an appealing man."

"And you, Melisande, are an extraordinary woman - in every way; though at the moment I confess it is difficult to see further than your wondrous beauty."

"How sweet of you, dear Xavier. Please, do not trouble your head or heart about Sanja... I would wager a barrel of my finest wine that it was at her urging that you came upstairs to see me in the first place, was it not?"

"I would be honor-bound to match that barrel, were I foolish enough to wager against you."

"I think she would like to see me as a Queen... and I'll not pretend that such a fate would displease me. But I know that you must choose the first Queen of Elyssia with care, and if your head and heart say that it cannot be Melisande, then so be it; an innkeeper I shall remain."

You withdraw from her at last, and she kisses you once more before you both stand and you begin to gather your clothes.

"Mmm... one more thing, Xavier?"

"Yes, Melisande?"

"I could face the rest of my days as a commoner rather than a queen," she says, "but I really would be quite devastated to know the touch of your passion only once... so if you do find your Queen in another woman, I beg of you Sire, do not wed her until you have returned to my bed at least once more!"