In the kingdom of Newcrest, a thrilling drama unfolds in the royal palace. James, a 20-year-old assassin from a neighboring kingdom, has infiltrated the palace, posing as a personal guard to the loathed King Harold. With long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and an athletic body, James cuts a striking figure. Despite his stoic demeanor, the female servants of the palace have taken a liking to him, finding him to be kind and respectful towards them.
Among those servants is Charlotte, a 25-year-old brunette with mesmerizing blue eyes and a medium-sized bust. Dressed in traditional servant attire, Charlotte enters James' quarters unexpectedly one evening. "Oh...it seems we are alone, James," she says, her gaze fixed on him as he sits on the edge of the bed. James looks back at her with surprise, "I didn't ask for a servant," he replies, trying to maintain his composure.
But Charlotte has already made up her mind. With a playful smile, she approaches James, sitting down next to him on the bed. She places her hand on his chest, her face close to his. James' voice is barely above a whisper as he begins, "Wh-what are you...", but before he can finish, Charlotte interrupts him with a soft kiss.
Her lips are warm and inviting, and James finds himself unable to resist. As they kiss, Charlotte stands before him, her hands resting on his thighs. Her lips barely apart from his, she whispers, "You don't have to do anything, James." James' voice trails away as Charlotte's finger presses against his lips. "Shhh...," she whispers, shushing him.
Without warning, Charlotte drops to her knees and pulls James' hard cock out from his trousers. James' jaw drops as he watches her take his cock into her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around him. She begins to bob her head up and down, her hair brushing against James' thighs. He moans softly, unable to contain his pleasure.
As James feels his climax approaching, he whispers, "Slow down." But Charlotte ignores him, her mouth still wrapped around his cock. James cries out as he ejaculates, his warm seed spilling into Charlotte's mouth. She swallows it all, a satisfied look on her face.
Still on her knees, Charlotte whispers, "Do you want to feel my breasts?" James nods, unable to speak. Charlotte stands up and begins to undress. Her fair skin glows in the dim light, and James can't help but stare. She places his dick between her breasts and begins to move them up and down, giving him a sensual titjob.
James moans again, unable to believe what is happening. He reaches out and touches Charlotte's breasts, feeling their softness and warmth. Charlotte smiles up at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
And just like that, the scene changes from an assassination plot to a forbidden love affair. James and Charlotte fall onto the bed, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. They fuck and moan, their pleasure building with each passing moment.
As they lay there, spent and satisfied, James can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. He knows that he must complete his mission and kill King Harold. But for now, he pushes those thoughts aside and cherishes the moment with Charlotte.
The next morning, James wakes up with a sense of purpose. He knows what he must do, and he's determined to see it through. But as he sneaks out of the room, he can't help but glance back at Charlotte, who's still asleep.
He knows that he may never see her again, but the memory of their night together will stay with him forever. And even as he carries out his mission, James can't help but smile at the thought of Charlotte.
For all its danger and intrigue, the kingdom of Newcrest will always hold a special place in James' heart. And as he walks away, he knows that he leaves behind a part of himself, forever enmeshed in the fabric of this strange and wondrous place.