A few days before their tenth wedding anniversary, King Albert conceived a plan. He would go and find a young woman, and get her pregnant. Then he would tell her to bring the baby, as soon as it was born, and leave it on the steps of the castle. He and the queen would adopt it and bring it up as their own child, and they would have an heir. With a cheerful whistle, he put off his crown, and ermine lined cloak, and dressed like any of his subjects, he went out of the castle, into the countryside. At about the same time, Queen Annie also conceived a plan. She would go and find a young man and seduce him. When she became pregnant, she would tell the king they had finally relaxed successfully. She changed into her best and most sexy underwear and began to patrol the castle corridors for a likely candidate.

The king walked through the countryside, beaming cheerfully at his subjects. Except, of course, they didn't know they were his subjects, because he wasn't dressed as the king. At last he came across a young girl, by herself, resting from making hay while the sun shone, and eating a simple meal on a shaded, grassy bank.

"Good afternoon, my dear," the king greeted her. "Have you a drink of water for a thirsty traveller?"

"I've no water, sir," said the young girl, "But I've a drop of good ale here, and you are welcome to share it with me. And my simple meal, if you're hungry."

"Thank you, my dear" said King Albert. "And what is your name?"

"My name is Beth," said the young girl. "What may I call you, sir?"

"My name is Albert," the king replied, sitting beside her. She broke off a large chunk of bread from the loaf she held, and gave it to him. Then she produced a big piece of cheese from the basket at her side, cut off a slice, and again gave it to him. Then she took a bottle from the basket and drank from it. She wiped the mouth of the bottle and passed it to him. For a moment, they ate and drank in silence.

"Can I pay you for the meal you have so kindly shared with me?" asked King Albert.

"No sir, just give me a kiss, and go on your way refreshed. It's an honour to help a nobleman like you."

The king turned to her and took her face in his hands. Then he kissed her on the mouth, and his hands slid down to her shoulders. Slowly he pushed her back onto the grassy bank while the kiss continued. He was now lying on top of her, and his weight would have stopped her from struggling, even if she had wanted to - but she lay passive under him. Then both his hands went down and began to pull up her petticoats. This was not easy, partly because his own weight obstructed him, but mostly because the fashion was to wear many layers. Eventually, after much struggling on his part, and total passivity on hers, she was naked to the waist, and he lay rather uncomfortably on a large bunch of petticoats.

"Why sir," she said. If you want me to be naked for you, you have only to ask!" And she pushed him off her, stood, and began to undress. Slowly a lithe young body emerged, proud breasts with nipples hard and erect, a slender waist, and wide, child-bearing hips, with a delicate little triangle of hair between them. Then she lay down again. She put her hand on the king's breeches, and immediately part of the king stood to attention.

"I know what you want to be doing," she stated. "You want to put your man away in my little house. My dad does it all the time." And she lay down on the grass, hands behind her head, legs apart, quite relaxed, and quite passive.

King Albert realised he would have to everything himself - he could expect no help from her - but his cock was hard, so he pushed down his breeches, lined up, and went to it with a will. One hand kneaded her breasts, and the other went behind her head, raising it a little, to make her easier to kiss. And his cock? Well, that was going so fast it would be difficult to comment on. Relief could not wait long, with so much energy being dissipated, and sure enough, Albert came with great gasps, spurts, thrusts, and whoops. He rolled off his partner, and lay panting beside her. Then he told her who he was. Although she had, of course, heard of him - he was her monarch, after all - she was completely unworried and unmoved by his news.

It was only when he began to tell her what to do if she should prove (as he hoped) to be pregnant that she showed any kind of emotion - in this case, anger.

"My dad says only bad girls get pregnant," she told Albert, "And I haven't been bad, have I?".....(cont)