You need to think

The guards outside your tent give you a broad smile as you approach. "She's waiting for you inside, Sire." In spite of your decision to head to your tent to think over your latest trip to Olympus, you find to your surprise that you are looking forward to clearing the air with Alexia after all.

"Carry on, men." You return their salute with a smile and a nod, "and don't worry if things get a little loud in there."

"No, Your Majesty. We kinda expect it might, but don't worry, Sire, we'll keep everyone out of your hair until you two are all done." The guard and his partner exchange knowing looks and you can't help wonder if Alexia said anything to them before she went in to wait for you. It didn't sound like something she'd do, but lately things have been getting a little weird with her.

You fully expect Alexia to be ready to berate you for one thing or another when you step through the heavy tent flaps and close them tightly behind you, but the tent appears to be empty and you look around in confusion trying to figure out what your spymaster is up to.

It doesn't take long for you to notice that your bed in the corner of the tent is no longer flat, right in the middle there is a slight lump that seems to be rocking slightly under the blankets.

"What are you doing Alexia?" Frustrated by the events of the day and annoyed that you are here and not enjoying the games you stride to your bed and pull the covers off in one swift jerk. The squeak of surprise and fear is almost as unexpected as the sight of the naked brunette with her hands between her legs staring up at you wide-eyed. This isn't Alexia at all - it's Sara. What the fuck is she doing in your tent and why is she hiding on your bed without a stitch of clothing on?!

Even as you are about to demand an explanation you notice several things all at once. First of all, this young noblewoman is even prettier without her clothes than she is in them; her pale breasts, while small, are nicely rounded and capped with dark puckered nipples. Second, this supposedly demur young lady has three or four fingers all jammed into her womanhood and the scent of her arousal is filling the tent. Thirdly, the poor thing is close to tears as she stares up at you with a mixture of fear, shame and lust. Last, but certainly not least, you can feel your own body's reaction to being this close to a beautiful naked young woman spread out before you on your bed. This is exactly what Aphrodite was trying to warn you about, and you were too worried about the rest of her message to take her seriously.

"Please Your Majesty," with her trembling high-pitched girlish voice Sara sounds even sweeter and more innocent than ever, "I know I shouldn't be here but I just couldn't stay away."

"How did you get past my guards?" This of course isn't the question you really want to ask the pretty little thing, but it's a good start.

"Don't blame your men, Sire." She takes a deep breath that lifts her tits in a subliminal invitation, "I told them that you sent me to your bed ... so you could ... you know ... with me." You make a fleeting mental note to have a word with your guard detail, but find you still can't pull your eyes off of the naked teenager squirming before you, so that talk will have to wait for a more opportune time. Sara shyly covers her tits with one arm while her other hand cups her sex before she meets your gaze.

"Are you going to punish me, Sire?" She licks her lips nervously, "I've never been punished by a man before ... not by a man like you." It is pretty clear what she means and you can feel your erection growing even harder in your loincloth.