Introduce her to her new position

"There would be one final thing I must ask of you." You say and eye her. She puts the books she was pulling out of the shelf back and looks at you. "And what is that, my king?"

"Strip."

She looks at you, then blushes. "But, mylord...that would be hardly proper...and Queen Marissa, she...she..."

"She is just next door, yes."

Annika bites her lower lip, blushing profoundly. You take a sip from you wine and look at her, expectantly. "Mylord, would you please, ...?" She approaches, turns around so that you can acess the strings holding her gown together, and sits down. You begin to fumble with the strings, and it takes some time until they are loose enough. She gets up again, and pulls the dress over her head, leaving her hair tussled and her body bare for your inspection. She places her hands at her hips, spreading her legs slightly, offering herself for inspection. Beneath her dress, she wears nothing but a thin shift of linnen, clinging to her form. She smells of parfume and her sweat, and from the wet patch between her legs rises the unmistakable scent of female arousal.

You can't resist to grope one of her firm breasts. She shudders at your touch, bites her lip and looks at you shyly. "Do I please you, mylord?" You get up and walk around her, slowly, grabbing her ass. She wiggles her hips, quite willingly, and casts a glance over her shoulder at you. You nod once, and she blushes as her hands begin to roam over her lean, pale body. Letting out a whimper as you trail the contour of her collarbone with your finger, she hooks her fingers into her panties and pulls them down, slowly. Her meaty labia is engorged and awash with her juices. She moans as you let your fingers slide over her folds, and letting it slip into her wet pussy. "Oh, please, your Highness...preserve my virginity." She leans forward, seeking for support and finding it on your legs. Grabbing your crotch through the fabric, she lets out a cute wimper as she feels the size of it.

"It is my choice to make, servant."

She moans as you bend her over the writing table, her legs shaking. You slap her on the ass. "If I want to put a bastard in your belly, I will. You understand?" Annika nods, wimpering. "But...but your wife...?"

"She likes to watch her stud rutting bastards into strumpets like you, my dear." A familiar voice purrs from the doorway. You look up and notice Mariss standing there, slowly stroking her belly, looking regal as ever. She smirked as the librarian tried to cover her private parts with her hands, and you push her down onto the table again. She reddens. You fumble with your belt and pull your cock free at last. Annika reaches behind herself, pulling her buttocks apart, casting a submissive glance at your over her shoulder.

You spit in your hand and lubricate your cock with it and your precum, then her thight pucker. She had some experience, you think as you sink the thick, engorged head of your penis into her ass. The librarian moans like a slut, and in no time you are pushing into her in slow, deep strokes, her tight ass while she is rubbing herself against the table, leaving a big wet stain there. It takes a long time for you to finally cum inside her, and you pull out almost to late, splattering her back with your potent semen. Annika collapses over the table, and Marissa laughs and applauds. "Hmm, that was quite the performance there, my dear." She pushes the libarian to her knees and forces her head into your crotch to clean it, which she does dutifully. Afterwards, she grabs you by the hand and pulls you outside. "Come, you have better things to do than to play with that slut." You leave the study and with it, Annika, who moans and slowly regains her composure.

As you are out of sight and hearing, you wife casts you a disapproving glance. "You should bathe, my dear. Please, do join me, yes?" With that, she leaves, and you watch the sublte movements of her posterior until she disappears behind a corner. Maybe you really should go to the baths. Maybe you should do something else?