The king really liked the way she pursed and puckered her lips. Shizuka was so naturally suggestive in all her reactions that Anson grew bolder and hotter with each passing minute. Her 'O' made him think of more than her moaning in pleasure under him. It was the perfect invitation for him to violate her throat. Polite ladies never let men see this, and they tittered and laughed with a hand over their lips to hide themselves. But whores? They were renown for the opposite, and the king steadily came at Shizuka like she was one. He couldn't help it, he never dared sneak one into the castle or sneak out for one, and none of the ladies of court would dare humor him that far no matter how much he promised to repay.<br/><br/>Anson slipped a thumb against her lips and traced a half circle across them. "Yes, surely not to a tool," he whispered and grinned, watching her suggestively press her lips to the tip. The king almost always got what he wanted by throwing treasures at his conquests, so he wasn't quite sure if Shizuka was agreeing to bed him. She was lustful, that much he could tell, but the king was somewhat self-conscious about his own sex-appeal as well. It's why he spent so many hours on his beard, and why he always tried to overwhelm his prey with his vault. And half the time it only ever got him a front-row seat as he brought in one of his younger, more handsome knights to fuck the lady in his stead.<br/><br/>"So? Who shall we ask to take it?" he breathed against her ear as he pushed her to the wall. "Did any knight catch your eye while in the throne room, or on our way here?" Anson recalled a squire who grew flustered at her approach, and an amorous knight who retreated at their approach. Either one he could enjoy watching with Shizuka, their prime and athletic bodies a suitable match for a lovely heroine. But that didn't mean he was without desire to play that part, and though she was mostly pinned against the wall by his protruding gut, Shizuka might also feel a strong and rigid buldge sliding up her thigh.<br/><br/>So, giving her time to consider her options, Anson took the gem in her hands and guided the shaft down to her cleavage. With a slow but insistent press he slipped it between her bare breasts, letting her squeeze the jewel shaft in a not-so-subtle way. "Hold onto that, would you, my lady?" he asked politely before beginning to crouch. He dragged his two bulges down her body until he was crouching by her feet. Next to them was a large chest, and pulling at a chain around his neck Anson revealed an iron key which he used to unlock and open it. All the while he stole glances up at Shizuka - up her skirt and blouse to be exact - and kept one hand wrapped around the inside of her thigh. Rubbing her leg up and down with a grin, he revealed the contents of the chest by moving his other hand to her leg as well, and fawned at her feet giving her thighs wet kisses just above her armor.<br/><br/>Inside the chest was a hole in the floor, and a set of stairs down into the dark. Only he and his lovers knew of the passage, a secret way from the treasury to a private bedchamber, and it was how he kept his affairs coming and going in secret all this time. Now it was Shizuka's turn, and all she needed to do was whisper to him someone she had in mind to claim her maidenhood, then climb into the chest and descend.