Sarah has heard a rumor

"I have heard rumors, my King" she whispers while she gyrates her hips softly, causing a wonderful sensation in your loins. Looking up to you, she presses her ample bosom against your wet and hairy chest. A sight to behold.

"What rumors, Sarah?" you implore and hope, that it is not something about you and your wife. Or Vessa. Word travels fast, and people think up all kinds of explanations for the unexplainable.

The maid smirks. "That you fancy filling naive maids, grieving widows and married women of standing with your rod of ruling and make them your whores."

You grin wolfishly. "Well, do you want to be my whore, Sarah?" She moans her answer and starts to slowly ride your hardening cock again. "Ohh, by the gods...yes...yes, I'd love nothing more. Hmmm, yes, milord. Make good use of this naughty maid."

You grab her ass, her accent excites you more than ever now. Slowly and deliberately, you move against her, feel the hotness radiating from between her legs and all around your hardness.

"What else?"

Sarah lets out a loud breath. "Haaa...That Vessa was killed during an experiment or had a nightly visitor." She breathes hard while you fuck her gently and grabs one of her breasts to knead it, rolling her nipple between her fingers. "But ... ahhh... that's ... nonsense. And Constable Kaller is investigating it...uhhh...uh, yes, deeper...uh...uh yes my liege...yes...hmmm...hnngh..." She grabs your shoulders and enjoys the sensations you are causing in her tight vagina. It takes some time before she speaks again. "I am sure there is nothing behind it, and she just had a spell misfunction...like two winters before..." You remember well. It was also the first time you saw her in the nude without peeping on her. A small, soft smile creeps onto your lips.

"Is that all?"

She nods, throwing her hair back and leaning into your thrusts while you ride her to another orgasm that leave the both of you spent and panting.