The New King

James couldn't decide which view was better: the rolling green hills, clear blue sky, and bright white clouds outside the window, or the creamy skin and bouncing ass of the milk maid. He stroked his long cock into her again and again. Her long skirts were hiked up over her ample ass. Her gorgeous legs spread out just enough for him to fit between them.

His thrust were slow and confident. Breaking in the new girls was his favorite way to spend an afternoon. The milk maid moaned softly from her position bent over the wooden table in the barn. She had been an easy conquest. Most of the peasant girls in the villages around the capital were all too eager to spread their legs for a prince. Some were just flattered that a high lord even looked at them. James thought that some of them, like this one here, actually thought that this might mean they would become his bride or at least mistress. They had heard too many fairy stories of gallant knights falling in love with farm girls. James didn't much care what they thought, and he was always careful not to spill his seed inside them...usually.

"Oh Yes! your highness! Fuck me deeper! Fill me with your glory!"

James smirked and decided to give this naïve girl what she wanted. He brushed her brown ponytail out of the way and gripped her shoulder with both hands. He had taken his time so far; taking a nice gently pace-savoring the moment. This was probably the poor girl's only chance to be with a man better then the slack jawed farmers she lived with. But now it was time to satisfy her need. After a few more powerful thrusts, He felt his balls tightening and released his hot seed deep inside her. He groaned in contentment, and pushed himself off the milk maid. She lay there with her large firm young breast pressed against the table top.

It was good to be a prince, especially a second prince. Being a first prince came with all kinds of responsibility and stress. Every one was always wanting you to be responsible and a leader. The life of a second prince was much better. All James had to do, was look respectable, marry well in time, and be around as a back up-just in case.

The milk maid straightened her long skirts. A think trickle of Cum ran down her thighs. "Thank you my lord! That was incredible!"

"Yes, Yes. I know. Now, I must be off."

"Will we be going back to you castle?"

"What?" James was surprised just how hopeful the girl was. Did she really expect to become his mistress in Haven after that? After all, he couldn't even remember her name.

The young prince didn't waste too much more time on the girl. He tried to let her down gently, but could still see the hurt in her eyes. When he left the bar, he saw that the rest of his company was already mounting their horses and ready to continue their journey to the harbor.

"Oi! Lancel! Where is my horse?"

Lancel-the captain of his guard-grinned at him. "She's right here. You sure you need her though? It sounded like you found a better stead in the barn."

"Oh, she was a fine mount for a quick ride in the country. But I think I'm better off with Sapphire here." James said, as he took the reins to his gorgeous grey and white horse. "What about you, Lancel? Any girls catch your eye?"

Lancel looked uncomfortable. "You know it's not my way to lay with every girl I see like you, my prince. Besides, it's not quite so easy for the rest of us. Women react differently to royalty."

James laughed at his friends awkwardness. Lancel was every maiden's dream. He was tall and strong with flowing blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He wore the uniform of a captain of the royal guard, and there wasn't another man in the kingdom who wore it better. It was his precious honor that held him back though. He had always been such a stickler for rules. Even when they were children. When the palace children had played games in the garden, Lancel had always broken down in a temper tantrum whenever the other kids cheated.

The party of guards, servants and the prince rode off down the road. It took them only another hour to arrive at the dock. They weren't alone there. Several important lords and administrators had already gathered. Along with half the population of the dockside town. The crowd parted to make way for the Prince and his guards. They had all gathered here to greet the king and crown prince's ship as it returned from the diplomatic mission to Valatco.

James nodded a greeting to the lords and officials he knew. There was lord Halifax, giving James his familiar look of disapproval. He looked like he wanted to say reprimand James for being late as usual, but there were too many others around. It wouldn't do for the royal secretary to be seen chastising the prince in public. A few woman of the court of there as well. Standing to the side with their chaperones. James gave them a wink, and wondered if he might find a way to get one or two of them alone later.

Nine tall masts approached the dock. Three for each great ship of war. James recognized the middle ship as the Dragon Glass; his father and older brother on board. The excitement of the crowd builds and builds with each passing moment, as the great ships come closer. James leaded over to say something to Lancel-that was when the Dragon Glass exploded.

James leaned over the long stone table in the council chamber and bowed his head. It had been two days since his father and brother had died. He could still hear the screams from the panicked dock. These last 48 hours had been the worst of James' life.

Chaos was the only word for it. He had gone himself with Lancel and the guards out in rowboats to look for survivors, but there was only a single ship's boy. One twelve year old out of a compliment of over 300. They never found the bodies of either his father, or his brother. James had been rushed back to Haven, as soon as it was certain they were dead. There was no time to morn. He was king now. His official coronation had ended just an hour earlier. He had taken the oath, put on the silver crown of Mercia, and was King in all ways. James still couldn't believe it. Him...King...what now?