Ayla stood in her chamber in the Auxiliary Hall of the palace grounds. Although not connected to the main palace, it was a hall still inside the palace walls where apartments and rooms were kept for courtiers and servants. Ayla had been granted rooms in the hall upon obtaining her freedom after giving birth to the King's daughter.
Her girl, Clara, now almost six, looked like him in many ways and enjoyed the title "Lady Clara" at court. She was tutored among the other children at court, though of course she would experience a mixed treatment given she was at once the daughter of the King and a freed slave. A union to which Ayla could not consent, even if she yearned for the royal cock by the time he finally made her with child. Still their daughter wanted for nothing and even though the King was unlikely to live to see her married off, she would eventually contract a suitable marriage with a master tradesman, knight, or other courtier. It was as good a life for her child as Ayla could have imagined.
Ayla had been granted a four room apartment and was tidying it while Clara was playing in the palace gardens when she heard a knock at her door. Ayla, a 5'7" souther beauty with the tanned skin you would expect of a people living close to the warm sea, sauntered over in her day dress, a simple light green gown to the floor with a high slit up her thigh. Her long auburn hair fell almost to her knees and she retained the lean figure of a former harem girl even after bearing a child.
She opened the door and to her surprise the King stood before her.
"Your Grace!" Ayla said as the King stepped in, she immediately dropped to one, and then both, knees and bowed her head. "Your Grace I..."
"Shhh," the King said, closing the door behind him, "I did not know I was coming either." The King, a man still well over twice her age, stood before her and let a hand drop down to rub her left cheek. He tilted her head up to meet her green eyes.
"Where is our daughter?" the King asked.
"Playing, my lord," Ayla said kneeling, "Shall I go get-"
"No no," the King said, "That won't be necessary." The King unfastened his trousers and pulled his already hard cock out and began stroking it.
"My dear," the King said, "I trust you will remember how to-"
But before he could finish, Ayla enthusiastically leaned forward, circled her tongue around the tip of the royal member twice, and then sank her mouth down on his shaft. Just as she used to do. The King wrapped both of his hands through her long hair and began firmly encouraging her to take more of his length down her throat.
The King groaned as he felt the mouth he had not had in years.
"Lovely," the King said, "I don't know if you have heard but I have decided to breed more while I am still able. The thoughts of doing so had reminded me of our times together and how happy I was to make you with child."
Ayla did not stop sucking the King's member. Although she was no longer a slave she was both happy to service him and, as he could have any subject he wanted anyway, there was no obstacle if he wished to use her.
"That is why I have decided to breed you again too, Ayla," the King said. Ayla felt her pussy shiver and the long unused folds inside her begin to soak. "Abrielle will perhaps not be pleased as I told her I would only recognize her child and not those of the other slaves, but I reckoned that you were already eligible for another royal bastard."
The King let go of her hair and pulled her up to her feet. He ran his hands over her back and still very tight ass as he kissed her lips ravenously. The King moved down to kiss her neck as he pushed her back toward her own dining table in the main room of the apartment he had granted her. Ayla's breath became rapid as she realized the King was about to take her with the intention of impregnating her, without warning... or even asking her.
The King pulled her up by her ass and set her down on the table, then pulled her dress up until the slit that had exposed her thigh was instead revealing her eager, bald pussy.
"You still remain shorn?" the King asked as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"Yes, your Grace," Ayla said, "In case you ever wished to have me again."
"Good girl," the King said as he buried half of himself into Ayla's wet hole. Ayla moaned in ecstasy and wrapped her legs around her King, pulling him in. She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and buried her mouth in his neck as he pumped her for all she was worth on the table.
In that position the King's shaft rubbed her clit with each stroke and she could feel an orgasm building inside her warm depths. The King kept one hand on her neck and the other at the small of her back, holding her in place as he railed her.
After several minutes Ayla had almost reached the point of no return.
"Your - Grace," she said between thrusts, "may - I - cum - sir?"
"Yes, dear," the King said. Ayla held onto him tighter and rotated her hips to maximize the pressure on her erogenous zones. After only a few seconds she exploded, soaking the King's member in her juices. He relished the feeling of her inner walls contracting on him and when she had come down from her high he pressed her back onto the table to lay flat and pulled her legs across his chest until her ankles rested on his shoulders.
