A Few of Them

It is another council meeting. Something of significant importance has occurred in the south. With you are Dietrich, Camilla, Helga and Benjamin. General Gunther is busy organizing the military again now that Silasie, Linberburg, Nornover and Falenwest have been integrated into Ostgrenze.

“Unbelievable!” You say incredulous. “While we were annexing Falenwest and Nornover, King Franz Karl went on to declare war on Zentraland, annex its Alamain-speaking regions and handed the Frankian and Italian speaking regions to Frankia and Toscana.”

“That would be but the mere surface of what the High Lord of the Confederation has done, my King.”

“Right, Lord Dietrich. After he was done with Zentraland, he formally annexed the three Southern Almain states of Bayern, Wurten and Battenburg. Sudreich just got bigger.”

“Ostgrenze got bigger as well, my love. King Franz probably didn’t want to be outdone by an upstart young king.” Camilla says with mirth.

“All the Southern Almain states are now officially under one banner.” Camilla comments with respect.

“It appears that King Franz Karl has gotten a little impatient.” Helga remarks a little uninterested.

“Maybe so. With Battenburg, Bayern, Wurten, Bohi, Linberburg, Falenwest and Nornover no longer existing as independent states, that leaves less member states for the Confederation.” You say.

“So what happens now with your Confederation?” Helga asks mockingly.

“It goes on.” You quickly respond to her. “In the meanwhile, we need to prepare for the coming war in less than a year’s time. Lord Dietrich, anything else?”

“Yes, my King. Word from the Kingdom of Nederbel has come, saying that your mother and step-father has returned from their trip to Grand Driton. We still don’t know though if they succeeded in convince Grand Driton not to intervene in the coming war.”

“I guess we will know soon enough.”

“You know you don’t have to leave.” You tell Helga with baby Clara in her arms.

“I’ve been away from home and my people for too long. They also need to meet their future Queen. Farewell, my love.”

You pull Helga into a gentle kiss on the lips, “Farewell, Helga. May the Almighty keep you and your ship home safe.” You kiss Clara’s forehead. “Farewell, my little one. Don’t give you mother too much trouble.”

“Funny.” Says Helga

Holda is pregnant. About three months now. Another of your seed has taken root and now grows inside another womb. Your seed grows and Holda’s child will make it your 72nd child. A good number. You are quite pleased with the news.

“Congratulations on your newly conceived baby, my dear.” Lisandra hugs her older daughter. “It may not be the King’s firstborn but it is yours.”

Holda leaves her mother’s side and takes your hand. “Come, my King. Let us make love. I have missed your touch.”

“I will leave you two alone.” Lisandra leaves the room.

Forgot the foreplay. You just want shove your cock all the way up inside Holda. You are both on your knees on Holda's bed with your behind your mistress. You untie the lace of your trousers and let it drop to your knees, freeing up your stiff, throbbing penis. As a mistress, Holda's clothes are revealing and easy to slide off her body and underneath her dress is an unconcealed cunt for easier access.

You tag her dress off her shoulder and down the length of her slender arms so her breasts would be exposed. You pull up the skirt of her dress and you get a look of her creamy ass. You aim the head of your cock at the pink lips of her cunt. Cupping Holda's breasts from behind, you push your cock inside her, earning a moan from her. "Oh yes..."

Holda looks to you over her shoulder. Her hand reaches up to your head and pulls you for a kiss. "Do I make you feel good, my love? Do I give you pleasure? Oh!" She says not as a question but as a tease.

"You're so tight, Holda." You groan and Holda smirks.