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“Just wanting to reward my people’s saviour. Now just sit back, relax, and let this old lady take care of you.” Sylvia said, setting the plate aside and dropping her robe. The negligee was tight, her breasts nearly spilling out of the top, her hourglass figure quite alluring in the early morning light.

“Sylvia, you are a beautiful woman, but you know I am the prince, right?” John said, trying to wiggle out of this situation without insulting his host. She really was quite attractive, he body shape similar to Morgan’s, just no makeup or hair dye to make her a goth. 

“Of course I do. I am not asking for anything permanent, Sire, if that is what you are wondering.” She said, the smile sliding off her face as she turned serious. “All I want is a little companionship tonight. I was tied up, ready to be taken as a slave or worse. I haven’t felt that vulnerable since my husband died and his responsibilities fell upon my lap. Then, when I had lost all hope, you came rushing to my rescue like a hero out of a storybook, tearing apart orc after orc, standing toe-to-toe with the Slave Master until your men arrived to support you. Then, after the Slave Master was defeated, you immediately ordered your men to bring the injured to you to heal and selflessly worked yourself to the bone to save my people.

I was taken with you immediately, Sire. I am not asking you to throw your life away for me; that would be unrealistic and unfair to you and the Kingdom. I just want to be held for a bit, to let myself just be a woman, to feel safe in your arms, before I need to put on my noble facade again and be strong for my people.”

That was fair, though he thought she was overblowing his contributions a bit. If Eh had been a second or so later, he would be at DEN right now. Honestly, he should have been the star of the battle, not John.

Maybe I should see about giving him a promotion, make him the actual captain of my guard. I am sure he and his family could use the extra money. Crap, I am wandering again.

“Sylvia, that sounds nice. Just know that I am not looking for sex. It’s not that I don’t find you beautiful, because I do. I just don’t want to be with anyone like that who isn’t serious about us being together. Which is hard in my position, but it is what it is.” He said, shifting over a bit in the tub.

“Of course, Sire. We can just have a little fun, then go to bed.” She said, then started to strip off her negligee. Her breasts were full, easily a F-Cup; her left breast had a mole about halfway up the inside of her cleavage. Her stomach was soft but flat, her hips widening out to a full butt and thick thighs. Her bush was rather untamed, but in a fantasy world, that was unsurprising. She looked built to have babies.

She grabbed the plate of food, stepped into the tub and sat down on his lap, facing him.

“Open up, Sire,” She said, a piece of cheese in her hand, her smile returning.

“Hah, of course, Milady.” He said, opening his mouth. She popped the cheese in, and he chewed it up and swallowed.

He quickly grabbed a piece of fruit and fed her back, the lady taking it with her tongue and giving John a sultry look as she ate it. They laughed. They chatted, they played around. 

She stuck some cheese between her breasts, forcing John to go diving to get it. He put a piece of bread between his teeth, forcing her to come and kiss him lightly. She popped a strawberry-looking fruit in her mouth, then fed it to him with a deep kiss. He popped another piece of fruit into her mouth, and she sucked his fingers suggestively.

It was both sexually charged and chaste, if that makes any sense. Other than some slight brushings, they kept most of their touching light, teasing each other but never going beyond that. Little John was hard as a rock, but John ignored his needy member, keeping his attention on Sylvia. Her hardened nipples would brush his chest, the pink protrusions poking him when she came in to ‘feed’ him with her kisses. It was fun and flirty, and with how exhausted they both were, probably the best they could manage for now.

Soon enough, the plate was empty, the water cooled, and the pair of them reluctantly got out of the bath. Daylight had broken by then, and they needed to get a little sleep; she needed to supervise the rebuilding of her town, and he would need to go and meet Lord Uther near the orc camp. They crawled naked into the large canopy bed, the pair of them cuddling under the blankets until they fell asleep.

*BANG, BANG, BANG*

“Milord! Are you awake? There is a messenger from Lord Uther waiting for you outside!” the muffled voice of Eh shouted from outside John’s room.

John blinked his eyes a few times; the sleepiness did not want to give up quite yet, his memories of the night before still vague. He was lying in a large bed with silky sheets and a nice, thick blanket covering him. He was spooning with a woman, his right arm draped over her body, pinned between her large breasts and his hand gripping her throat lightly. His heart jumped at that, worried he may have choked her in the night, but those concerns vanished when he tried to pull his hand away, and she pushed it right back into her neck. 

“He can wait a few more minutes, John. If it had been really urgent, he would have busted into the room.” Sylvia said, leaning back into him.

“Heh, as you wish. Though just for a few minutes.” He said to her, kissing the back of her head, then spoke up so Eh could hear him. “I’ll be out in ten minutes or so, Eh. Just get him something to drink.”

“Yes, Sire!” Was the reply, the sound of muffled footsteps retreating from the door a moment later.

The pair of them relaxed for a few minutes before she spoke up. “So you need to leave?” She asked, still not letting go of his arm.

“By the sounds of it. Thank you for your hospitality. Despite the circumstances, I enjoyed myself last night.” He replied. 

“If you are ever back in the village, you are welcome in my home and my bed at anytime.” She said happily. “Also, I have a proposal for you.”

“What is that?” He asked her.

“Listen, I know our stations are different, and it would be completely improper to ask anything official of you, Sire. However, I need to have an heir to take over these lands when I am too old to continue ruling them. So, if I cannot be your wife, would you be interested in me becoming your mistress? You can have a few children with me, and visit us from time to time when your duties permit.” She asked him shamelessly.

He blinked. That was not what he was expecting her to say. “Hey, I enjoyed myself last night. I am usually a little more uptight with being intimate with someone else, as I don’t want to have lust without love. I will need to think about your proposal, though, as being an absentee father is not something I am comfortable with.”

“I understand, Sire. I just… I thought I felt a real connection with you last night, and I didn’t want to let this chance slip away.” 

“It’s just John when we are alone like this, Sylvia. No need for the noble airs when it is just the two of us. Let’s talk about this the next time I am in town, okay?” John said, deferring the question to their next meeting. He was hard as a rock, his arm nestled between her breasts, and his hand on her throat. He wasn’t in a position to decide anything like that right now.

“Random question. Why do you keep pushing my hand to your throat?” 

“Huh? Because it feels good? I feel safe for some reason, your big hand gripping me, able to control me if you wanted, with just a squeeze. Honestly, I have no idea. I just want it there.” She replied, then moaned a little when he gave her neck a light squeeze.

Another woman with a weird kink. God, that mansion I won will be filled with women with different kinks if I ever get the chance to bring all of them with me between worlds. 

John was slightly terrified of that thought.

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John exited the bedroom a few minutes later, wearing just his leathers and leaving his armour behind. He would have to have one of his footmen help him with donning that… if he didn’t just use his belt buckle instead. The leathers smelled fresh, the magic in them apparently cleaning the sweaty garments overnight. A servant met him outside the room and guided him to a comfortable lounge downstairs, where a tall, bearded man in heavy-looking grey armour was waiting with Eh. 

“Sire!” The messenger said, standing and bowing to him. Eh followed suit, making John a little uncomfortable. 

I know I am supposed to be a prince, but still.

“Easy, man! I just got out of bed. It was a long night last night.” John said, taking a seat across from the messenger. “What is this about?”

“Sire, Lord Uther asks that you join him at your earliest convenience at the camp he has ordered constructed near the orc base.”

“Is it urgent?” John asked. There was a lot to do in this village, but if Uther needed him there, he would go. From his fragmented memories, he knew the man was technically his boss in the field, though he seemed to act more like his uncle than his commander.

“There was no imminent danger when I departed, but he was expecting the orcs to test their defences today.” The messenger replied. “I am to guide you there when you are ready to depart.”

“Well, there is no time like the present. Eh, gather the men, we will depart in an hour.” He said, standing up. “I need to talk with Lady Sylvia again. I’ll meet you outside shortly.”

“Sire!”

With that, the short meeting ended. John stopped by the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat, then returned to the bedroom. He had no intention of putting that bulky armour back on, but he did want to retrieve the cape. Blue seemed to be the colour of their unit, so it was best he had that with him, that and his sword.

It didn’t take long, and The Alphabets were back on the road, being led by the mounted messenger knight. John, now wearing his new Black Templar armour, looked a little out of place in the group, but he didn’t care. It was tougher, easy to move around in, gave both his healing magic and darkness spell boosts and most importantly, it had a damn helmet. 

Sylvia, to her credit, didn’t question where the new suit came from and had no issues storing John’s other armour. She would also collect his hammer and the possessions on the orc’s body for him to examine the next time he was in the village. She gave him a quick kiss and a sly smile as he was about to depart her bedroom. That was a surprise to John, not the kiss but the fact that she offered up her actual bed to him last night. 

The soldiers gave him some questioning looks at his new gear, but no one said anything, assuming it was something Lady Sylvia had provided him. It looked serviceable, so that was all that really mattered to them.

It was mid-afternoon by the time they arrived at the camp. The men were all talking about the food they had at Sylvia’s mansion, which was making John hungry. Food would have to wait, though, because as they approached the camp, the sounds of battle reached their ears.

“It sounds like it is coming from the other entrance, Sire!” The messenger said, pointing down the forest path in front of the two guard towers that were at this entrance.  

John drew his sword. “To arms! For Lordaeron!” He called out, pointing his sword down that path. 

The Alphabets drew their weapons and pointed them up in the air. “For the Prince!” They yelled as one and started jogging towards the sounds of battle.

John followed on their heels, his smile widening behind his helmet.

I always wanted to do something like that! Just need some face paint, and I am William Wallace!

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