A not-so Stern talking to

Elia moves to grab you and drag you out of the room, only for Ashara to grab onto you and sternly tell Elia, "Hands off him."

"I should be saying that to you, woman," Said Elia, "He is my son, after all."

"Oh? Should a mother truly be so overbearing with her own son, especially when he's old enough to think for himself?" Said Ashara.

"Should a mother let her own son lay with some random woman?" Said Elia.

"I'll have you know I'm no random woman, Elia," Said Ashara.

In the impromptu tug-of-war between your mother and Aunt Ashara, you were helplessly tugged between them, their grips surprisingly strong like a bear's. You did not want them to fight over you, but neither could you deny their beauty. And to be truthful, you actually kind of liked it.

And then your mind was filled with thoughts of fucking them, seeding their wombs with your seed. Though your mother was barren, Ashara could easily provide what she could not. That would be being too cruel to her, though.

And yet, your cock hardened in your pants at the thought of fucking both of them, dangling deliciously in front of their eyes as they stopped to look at it in wonder.

"It seems my boy's getting a real hard-on," Elia commented.

"Yes, and it seems we're the only ones here to relieve him," Said Ashara.

Mischievous smirks adorned the women's faces, and yours as well as you spread your legs to reveal your throbbing member, rock-hard and standing at full mast.

"So, Ladies, as your lawful King, I order you all to please me," You said.