Keeping things even

Thus far you've tentatively agreed to take Juddda as a mistress, while avoiding the subject of Shara. As you've spent a good deal of time with the latter, you figure that you need to balance things out by spending at least one night with the former. If you don't, the people in your entourage will start to get suspicious, and you would rather their minds focus elsewhere.

Your army has almost made it back to your personal fief, and establishes in a nearby small town. No longer limited to a tent, you and the noble officers rent out the nearby inns, leaving the men to fend for themselves. You've arranged with Lothair to send his niece to your room tonight, and you glance at the guttering flame of the candles in your room as you await her arrival. You can almost feel yourself fall asleep when you hear a faint knocking at your door. You spring to attention suddenly, get out of bed, and walk to the door. You open it to find Judda, as expected, standing meekly in the doorway with a candle-holder in one hand, wearing nothing but a white nightgown. Much easier access than a normal dress, you think.

"Milord? May I..." she trails off, her candle wobbling in her hand, dripping wax on the floor. Poor girl is nervous.

"Come in" you tell her in your most calming voice, and she walks through. You notice that her breasts create prominent bumps in the thin fabric as she walks by.

As you close the door behind her, you see her already undressing with a speed that surprises you considering how nervous she was. She is facing away, and you admire her sleek rear, light reflecting off the golden curls of her hair that reach almost all the way down. Her hips are narrow, but flare in a womanly fashion in spite of her thinness. She finishes removing her gown and turns to face you. As she does, you can see her big breasts sway with her, her nipples obscured in the low light. Nevertheless, they are impressively sensual.

"I have nothing to offer a man of your worth" she says meekly, "but I hope my body will suffice to make you happy milord."

You walk up to her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry Judda, it will" you say, mixing gentle concern with masculine desire. You figure it would not be best to push her too hard in her current state, but her uncle probably won't let her off the hook unless you go all the way tonight. You instruct Judda to lay on the bed. She does so submissively, crossing her legs in front of herself. You laugh and pry them open gently. She is shaved, probably by Lothair's orders. You're plenty hard as is, but Judda will need some foreplay to relax. You insert yourself between her legs and begin to gently massage her womanhood, occasionally moving a hand up to grope her big, soft breasts. At first she tensed at the slightest touch, but you're wearing her down. Finally she starts breathing heavily, and seems to undergo a small orgasm. Satisfied, you undress and get on the bed with her. Judda seems a bit worried looking at your size, but it's too late to back out.

Carefully, you slide into Judda's hot cunt. She gasps as the head goes in fully, and wriggles a bit in discomfort at first. But in a short while she seems to adapt, and stops showing signs of discomfort. The bastard girl is tight as can be, almost forcing your cock out of her little pussy. You admire the little blonde beauty in the candlelight, her face turned to the side in embarrassment. Her pretty breasts jiggle with each thrusts as you plow her steaming hot field. After you've fucked her some few minutes you feel her legs lock around your back. "Release yourself in me milord, please" she says almost mechanically.

"What?" you blurt out, surprised at this sudden reaction. You stop moving, though are still caught up in Judda's legs, not to mention inside her.

She looks at you, then glances away from direct eye contact. "This is what uncles told me to say and do. He has done so much for me, I don't bother him with questions."

It is obvious now that Lothair wants you to knock up his niece. Not surprising, but still, rather heavy handed to take this approach. Hmm, you have agreed to take her as a mistress, provided you don't change your mind, but that doesn't necessarily mean you have to have any children with her. But you have precious little time to think about the full ramifications of that mid-coitus.