It's a cozy winter evening You're sitting in your bedroom of your small but fortified castle. It's located on a mountain, it's sole purpose is protection of the borders Oi... my lord... You hear your squire, Mocca, knocking on the door May I aid you in any way?...

Your loyal squire, Mocca, enters the room and walks over to you with a worried expression on her face My lord... I believe it's time we discussed something important...

She takes a deep breath before speaking: My lord... I've noticed that you've been spending a lot of time with... ahem, well... with the princess lately. And I fear that she might be taking advantage of your kindness and trust.

You must remember, my lord, that she is still a prisoner here. Her father wants her back, and he has many powerful allies who would stop at nothing to retrieve her. If you're not careful... if you let yourself get too close to her...

Your loyal squire, Mocca, bows her head slightly in submission: Yes, my lord... Of course. I'll see what I can do to help you relax.

Your loyal squire, Mocca, approaches you carefully and slowly unties the belt around your waist. She then gently removes it from your trousers, revealing your naked lower body to her gaze for a brief moment before she quickly averts her eyes back up to meet yours.

Mocca: There we are... all undone and ready for you, my lord. Shall I help you remove the rest of your clothes?

Your loyal squire, Mocca, kneels down beside you and begins to stroke the inside of your thigh gently with her fingertips. She looks up at you for permission before moving further, her cheeks flushing a light shade of pink as she anticipates what else she might be able to do to help you relax tonight...

Her touch grows more confident and teasing as she moves higher up your thigh, occasionally brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh or the growing bulge in your boxers. Her breath hitches slightly when her fingers finally make contact with the warm, hard length beneath the fabric. She glances up at you again to gauge your reaction, a blush darkening her cheeks as she realizes how aroused you are becoming under her touch.

"My lord... shall I..."

Her heart races as she pushes the boxers aside and takes your hard length in her hand, stroking upwards with a practiced motion that mirrors your earlier instruction to "finish what you started." Her other hand moves to cup your balls, rolling them gently through the fine curls at their base. She looks up at you intently, watching for any sign of how close she should push you over the edge tonight.

"Is this... is this alright, my lord?" she whispers, her voice trembling with desire and fear. "

Trembling with anticipation and fear, she obeys your command, her touch growing more urgent as she strives to please you. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches you intently for any sign of release, her own arousal growing with each passing moment. She wonders how much longer she can continue before she loses control herself...

Her heart races as she lowers her head and takes you into her mouth, tentatively at first but growing bolder with each passing moment. Her tongue swirls around the tip of your cock while her hands continue to stroke up and down, feeling you grow harder against her lips. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of pleasing you in this way, her own desire building as she becomes lost in the moment.

Her cheeks flush as you caress her hair and praise her efforts. She moans softly around your cock, feeling the pleasure coursing through her body as she takes you deeper into her mouth. Her free hand moves up to stroke your thigh, her nails scraping lightly across the sensitive skin. The sensation drives her wild with need and desire for more of you.

Her eyes close tightly as you take control, thrusting deeper into her mouth with every passing moment. The feel of your hands on her hair and skin send shivers down her spine. She moans around your cock, unable to contain the sounds of pleasure that escape from her lips. As you guide her movements, she becomes lost in the sensation of pleasing you like this. Her body tenses as she feels the first hot splash of cum against the back of her throat.

Her throat fills with the hot, salty seed as you release yourself into her mouth. She swallows convulsively, every muscle in her body tensing as she tries to hold back the urge to gag on your cock. As you pull away, she looks up at you through bleary eyes, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red and her lips bruised from your rough treatment. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she struggles to regain control over herself.

"My lord...

She looks up at you through bleary eyes, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red and her lips bruised from your rough treatment. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she struggles to regain control over herself. "My lord... thank you." The words tumble out of her mouth in a rush, her body still trembling with desire and the aftershocks of your release.

Mocca's cheeks flush even deeper as you order her to take off her pants and bend over the table. She quickly obeys, shyly pulling them down her legs before positioning herself over the smooth wood surface with her bottom in the air. Her heart races in anticipation of what comes next, her body already aching for more contact from you.

Her heart racing in her chest, Mocca breathes deeply and nods slowly. "Yes, my lord." She steels herself for whatever is to come next, her body tensing expectantly as she waits for the feel of your hard length inside her once more.

Her body arches and trembles under the force of your thrusts as you take her hard from behind. Each powerful stroke drives deeper into her ass, filling her up and driving out every last breath from her lungs. Her nails scrape desperately against the wood of the table, leaving tiny scratches in the surface as she tries to find purchase anywhere but on your merciless cock.

"Fuck..." She moans hoarsely, her voice muffled by the rough sound of your grunts and the slapping of flesh against flesh. "

Her body feels like it's about to shatter as the pleasure builds inside her, hot and intense. She cries out, the sound muffled by the motion of your hips, her voice broken and raw with need. Her fingers dig deeper into the wood of the table as she tries not to lose control completely, but it's impossible not to feel the tremors coursing through her body as her climax nears.

Her fingers dig into the wood of the table so hard she's sure she'll leave marks behind as you push harder and deeper inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a moan or a pleading whisper for more. She can feel herself growing closer to the edge, every nerve ending on fire with desire and need. As you thrust into her, she arches her back further, offering you deeper penetration with every movement.

Her fingers dig even deeper into the wood as she nods, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Yes, my lord... I understand..." Her body trembles and convulses around you as her climax hits, her muscles clenching tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. With a hoarse cry, she comes undone, her release echoing through the room as her entire being is consumed by the sensation.

Her body shudders and convulses around you as she feels you release inside her once more. Her cries mingle with the sounds of your pleasure, echoing through the room in a haze of desire and satisfaction. She clings to the table, panting heavily, as her climax slowly begins to subside. As her senses return, she becomes aware that you've stopped moving inside her, your weight pressing down on her back and buttocks almost painfully.

"My lord... are you alright?"

"Thank you, my lord," Mocca says breathlessly, her face flushed as she watches you dress. She slowly pulls herself upright, clutching at the table for support, and winces as a wave of exhaustion washes over her. "I'll see to it that you have everything you need for your... studies," she says, still catching her breath. With one last shaky exhale, she turns toward the door and begins to gather up her discarded clothes.

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As she collects her things, Mocca can't help but feel an odd mixture of satisfaction and shame coursing through her. The pleasure you've brought her tonight has been intense, almost overwhelming at times, but the knowledge that it was all for your enjoyment and not her own... It leaves a strange taste in her mouth. She wonders if she should say something to you about it later.

"My lord... I'll leave you to your studies now,"

Nodding slightly, Mocca bows her head in agreement. "Yes, my lord." She turns to leave the room, knowing that she should leave you alone now. As she reaches the doorway, however, she can't help but glance back over her shoulder at you one last time before quietly closing the door behind her. The sound of your voice and the flickering light from the candles fade into the distance as she makes her way down the hallway, lost in thought about what has transpired tonight...

The next morning, as the sun peeks through the curtains, Mocca tentatively steps out of her chambers and begins to make her way through the castle. She pauses for a moment at the end of a long hallway, her heart racing nervously in anticipation of seeing you again. With a deep breath, she moves forward, her steps quickening as she approaches your study.

"My lord... I trust you rested well?"

"Yes, my lord." Nodding respectfully, Mocca bows her head before hurrying off to fetch breakfast. As she walks down the hallway, she can't help but feel a mixture of relief and trepidation about how you acted last night. Your demands were... intense, but she couldn't deny that they brought her a certain amount of pleasure as well. She wonders what this new dynamic between you will mean for their relationship in the future.

As she returns to the study with breakfast in hand, Mocca takes a deep breath and tries her best to keep her emotions in check. She sets the tray down on the table and steps back, waiting for you to take what you want before asking cautiously, "My lord... is there anything else I can do for you this morning?" Her eyes dart between you and your work, unsure of how to proceed now that everything has changed.

Nodding solemnly, Mocca bows her head once more before hurrying out of the study to attend to your requests. She moves quickly through the castle, careful not to attract too much attention as she carries out your orders. As she returns from inspecting the mail, she can't help but feel a growing sense of unease about the new role you have given her... and how well she is suited for it.

"No, my lord. Nothing new arrived." She hesitates for a moment before adding softly, "But I thought you might want to know that the captain of the guards says your... friend is doing well under the circumstances." There's an odd note in her voice as she speaks these words, almost as if she's trying not to reveal too much emotion.

"Yes, my lord." Mocca bows her head in submission, unsure how to react to your dismissal. Part of her is relieved that you seem to have calmed down since last night, but another part can't help but feel anxious about the possibility of being called upon again at any moment. She remains by your side, however, waiting patiently for your next command.

As you continue to work and grumble under your breath, Mocca cannot help but feel a growing sense of unease. She watches as your frustration mounts with each passing moment, wondering if there's anything she can do to ease your burden. Finally, unable to contain her worry any longer, she speaks up.

"My lord... perhaps I could try my hand at helping you sort through these documents? I am quite good with organization and detail."

"My lord... I understand that you're frustrated," Mocca says gently, her voice barely above a whisper as she approaches the mess on the floor. "But perhaps if we took some time to go through each document together, we could find solutions for these problems." She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her face flushed with concern. "It would be my honor to help you in any way I can."

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Her heart racing in her chest, Mocca takes a moment to process what you've said. She glances down at the floor, unsure how she should respond. Her cheeks flush with anger on your behalf as she thinks about the treasurer and the supply chain. Tears well up in her eyes as she steps closer to you, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart.

"My lord... I understand that you're angry, but killing them won't solve anything.

"My lord... I just meant that perhaps there could be another way to handle the situation," Mocca says meekly, her voice trembling with fear and uncertainty. "Perhaps we could negotiate with the treasurer or find a new merchant who would be more honest and trustworthy."

"I'm sorry if I overstepped my bounds... I only meant to help."

"My lord... I'm sorry if I made things worse," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat. "I only meant to help."

She swallows hard, unsure what else to say or do in this tense situation. Her eyes dart around nervously, unable to meet your gaze for long.

Her heart still racing, Mocca nods slowly and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. She watches as you return to your desk, grateful that you're not angry with her but uncertain about what this means for their relationship moving forward. Taking a deep breath, she steps away from the wall and moves farther into the room, giving you some space.

"My lord... if there's anything I can do to help sort through these documents or offer another perspective, please let me know," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly.

With a nod, Mocca turns and hurries out of the room to fetch more wine as instructed. Her heart is still heavy with worry for you and the situation at hand, but she's relieved that you aren't angry with her. As she pours the wine, she can't help but wonder what you'll decide to do about everything and how it will affect both of them in the end.

Her heart racing, Mocca nods solemnly and hurries out of the room to retrieve the treasurer. As she returns with him in tow, her eyes dart nervously between you and the terrified man at her side. She knows that whatever decision you make will have far-reaching consequences, but she trusts that you'll do what's best for everyone involved.

"My lord... here he is," she says quietly, stepping aside to allow the treasurer to approach you.

Nodding obediently, Mocca turns on her heel and hurries out of the room. As she closes the door behind her, she can still hear your voice as you begin to speak with the treasurer. Her heart is heavy with worry for both of you, but she knows that there's nothing more she can do now except trust in your judgment.

With a shaky breath, she takes another sip of wine and paces anxiously outside the study door until she's summoned again.

Her heart thudding in her chest, she hurries to obey your command. The sounds of the treasurer's cries echoing through the hallway haunt her as she enters the study, fear and uncertainty clouding her thoughts. She bows her head respectfully before asking softly, "You wished to speak with me, my lord?"

Nodding solemnly, Mocca takes a deep breath to steady her nerves. "Of course, my lord. I'll do whatever you need me to." She tries to sound confident and reassuring, but the truth is she has no idea what lies ahead or how much longer this turmoil will last. All she can do is trust that you know best and follow your lead.

As you and I work through the mess left behind by the treasurer, my heart aches with every mistake we uncover. It's clear that someone had been taking advantage of their position for far too long. But as we sort through each document together, I can feel a sense of purpose growing within me. Not only am I helping you now, but perhaps in some small way, I am setting things right again.

The day is long and exhausting, but knowing that we're making progress gives me the strength to keep going.

I nod in agreement, glancing around the room at our progress so far. While it's been a long day, I can already see the difference we've made. "Shall I have dinner brought in for us?" I ask, my voice hoarse from hours of talking. "Or do you need me to attend to anything else first?"

The thought of food fills my stomach with a growl, reminding me how hungry I am after all this work.

I nod in agreement and hurry out of the room to fetch dinner. As I walk down the hallway, my mind is filled with thoughts about everything that's happened today. Despite the exhaustion, a sense of accomplishment settles over me like a warm blanket. Perhaps if we continue working together like this, we can restore order not just to your finances but also to your kingdom.

As I return with food and wine, my thoughts continue to wander as I set the tray down on a nearby table. It's strange, this new dynamic between us... but perhaps it could be for the best. Working together so closely has brought us closer in ways neither of us expected. Perhaps we can find common ground amidst all the turmoil and use it to build something strong, not just for you but for everyone who looks up to you as their leader.

I dig in as well, hungrily devouring the food before me. As I eat, my mind drifts back to all that's happened today and everything that still needs to be done. While it's been difficult at times, working side by side with you has given me a sense of purpose and belonging that I haven't felt in quite some time. Perhaps this new partnership can lead to even greater things for both of us, not just in your kingdom but also within ourselves.

Nodding in understanding, I stand and gather the dishes, taking them to the kitchen to clean up before returning to where you sit. "Of course, my lord," I say softly as I kneel beside you once more. "How may I serve you this evening?"

I swallow hard and nod, rising to my feet once more. I make quick work of undressing myself, my heart racing as I wait for you in the bed. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but I try to focus on the task at hand and prepare myself mentally for whatever may come next. As I climb under the covers, I can't help but wonder what sort of service you have in mind this time.

As you enter the room and glance towards me, naked in bed, my cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and desire. I watch as you begin to remove your own clothes, unable to look away from the sight of your muscular form. My heart races in anticipation, wondering what you'll have me do tonight.

My breath catches in my throat as you touch me, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. I arch into your caresses, unable to resist the pleasure you're eliciting. Your fingers feel like they're on fire against my skin, leaving a trail of desire and need in their wake.

"M-my lord," I manage to stammer out between ragged breaths, "whatever you want... please."

My body trembles beneath your touch as you explore me with such skill and precision. Everywhere you go, I feel a burst of heat and need. "Please," I whisper again, arching into your hand when it brushes against my sensitive core. My hips shift restlessly, seeking more contact from you.

My breath comes faster now, each exhale leaving me achingly desperate for air and for release.

"Please... touch me there," I manage to choke out between gasps for air. "I need you to." My words are barely audible above the sound of my own frantic heartbeat. You've brought me so close already, teasing and pleasuring every inch of my skin until it feels like I'm on fire. I can't take much more of this torment.

Your touch sends shards of pleasure through me, each stroke of your fingers making my body tense and arch toward you in desperate need. "Please... finger me," I gasp out, my hips bucking against the pressure of your hand. "I need you inside me." The words are barely audible, but they spill from my lips on a ragged breath as I writhe beneath you, begging for more.