"I want to make him my bride."

“I want to make Prince Amr my bride,” you state with confidence. “The first one, at least,” you add with a sly smile, which Morgan reciprocates.

“I see,” the young magician puts a hand on his chin, thoughtfully, “You want to claim the King’s eldest son so you’d be able to join the royal lineage and advance your status. Good thinking.”

“That too,” you laugh, “But recently I’ve been thinking it’s time I started to expand my family. Or my harem. And that boy sure is a fine specimen. It would be even better if he complies.”

“You’ll have no problem with that, I can assure you. Prince Amr is known for his impervious nature, but if you’re just a little softer with him, and sate his deepest needs, you’ll soon reveal his inner slut. Well then…” Morgan starts walking around the library, searching shelves and drawers for something. “I have a little spell that I think might be very useful for you. I used it myself several years ago, when Arthur was looking for someone that would be able to carry his most powerful offspring.”

“Offspring?”

“Yes, I gave Arthur his third son. It wasn’t entirely my intention. Still, I’d say it worked pretty well, but the results are yet to be proven. Ah, here it is!” Morgan grabs a little amulet in a drawer and shows it to you. It’s a fine looking golden necklace, the pendant adorned with intricate mystical runes and a single, perfectly cut ruby on the center. “Should you decide to use it, it will allow Prince Amr to become with child despite the natural impossibility of it. Just have him wear it around his neck as you breed him, and soon you’ll be fathering a new firstborn, essentially cutting into Arthur’s bloodline.”

Morgan’s explanation and its implications stir your insatiable libido, and your cock starts getting hard again right in front of the manor’s physician. He smiles and teasingly brushes a finger under the tip of your prick.

“Soooo… Should I go take care of our royal guest now?”