And Impregnate Constance

Night time and Constance and Garrett are wearing their night clothes. Garrett had only shorts on with a raging boner inside. Constance is wearing a loose night garb. Her nipples poking at the fabric. They hope and prayed to the Almighty that tonight will be the night they would conceive a child. They've prayed before and desperately at that but nothing came out of it. But they kept praying anyway. They have started their night of passion with kissing. They would have gotten further if it were not for the guard you sent. The guard forces his way in, startling the couple and stopping them from going any further.

"Constance, the King has summoned you. You are to go to his tent. Now!" The guard orders. Constance and Garrett look at each other before Garrett sighs and tells Constance to go.

Constance leaves her tent and heads to your tent with the guard right behind her. "My King, I have brought the maidservant." The guard announces when they reach your tent. You thank the guard and he bows respectfully. He ushers Constance in and takes his leave.

"Constance, come." You gently command and have the maidservant seat next to you. You seat half-naked on your bed and Constance neatly seats herself next to you but doesn't look at you. She folds her hands together. "Do you know why I summoned you here?"

She turns to you and answers, "You want to take me, my King?" You caress her cheek and you take it as a good sign when she doesn't react negatively to your touch. "More than that," You tell her as you and she meet each other’s eyes, "not only will I take you but impregnate you as well."

"My King, I-" She protested but you cut her off.

"I know of the trouble you and your husband have been having in trying to conceive. Now I know as does everyone else that the problem lies with your husband, not you. Your husband is seedless while you," your finger pokes at her belly, "are fertile. Your mother, your aunts and your cousins have several children I've been told but not you when by now you should have at least three. I truly hate to see a healthy, fertile womb go to waste. Thus I shall father your future child, nay, all your future children. I shall take you tonight and give my seed to be planted in your womb. Your husband is the infertile one among you and clearly lacks the seed to create children. I know that, everyone else knows that and I know that somewhere deep down you know that too.

But you and everyone knows of my children. I have been born Anna, Simone, Lara by three different mothers and I still more coming. Like you, I am a fertile individual and I do not lack seed. I know you’ve been trying to get pregnant for years. Let me provide you the seed for the children you so desire."

Constance looks down, her eyes telling she’s deep in thought. Frustrating thoughts with how both her hands are gripping the sheets tight. She admits to herself that you are right. She has been trying to get pregnant for years. She wanted to see her belly grow firm and round, she wanted to feel a child grow and kick within her, she wanted to caress her hand over her belly every chance she got. She wanted to birth a child despite the pain. She wanted her breasts to lactate so she could nurse her child. She wanted a baby! Her husband just couldn’t give her one!

And now here you are, offering her a royal bastard.

“But my husband,” she whispers raising her head and looking back into your eyes and bringing her on your hand still touching her cheek, “I love my husband. I want a baby more than anything but I can’t betray our vows like this.”

“Does your husband love you?” You ask.

“Why yes he does!” She says, a little upset that you even asked that.

“Then he will put aside his happiness for yours. You want a baby. He wants a baby. I can give you that baby. Everyone wins.”

“And if my husband rejects me and the child?”

You cup her face delicately in your hands, “Then he will be reminded of certain consequences when one upsets a King. You and the child will be looked after by me.”

Constance wriggles her face out of your hands and stands up. She removes her garb showing her pure naked form. Your eyes first look admiringly at her beauteous face and then move lower. What an entrancing body she has. One made most suitable for the birthing and nursing of children. Then you hand on her groin and find it hairless.

“You shaved?”

“Yes.” She says shyly. “I shaved for this night as a means to delight my husband but it seems you have taken right that for yourself.”

Oh you are about to take more than just being first to see her clean and bare slit. “You’re beautiful.” You say to her.

She takes your hand, almost pleadingly. “Take me, my King. Plant your child in my womb. I want a baby. I’ve wanted one for so long and I would be honored to bear a royal bastard.”

You pull her towards you and you kiss her with all the tenderness and love of a lover. Constance kisses you with the same passion. You push down your trousers while the kiss continues. Your erect cock is now poking her naked pubic mound. Constance breaks the kiss and taking your hand again, she brings you to the bed.

She rests on her back and you lay on your side beside her. You continue to hold hands but your free hand travels to her breasts while hers makes a grab for your hair. You squeeze her breasts hard and pull at her pink nipples making them grow firm and stiff.

Your hand leaves her bosoms and go down to her pussy. She spreads her thighs to give you access. You rub her pussy lips, making her moan into the kiss. Her hand lets go of your hair and grabs you cock to stroke it. She finds it bigger than her husband’s which she guiltily feels excited over.

When you feel a bit of pre-cum leaking out, you decide it’s time to fuck her and put a baby in her. You climb between her open thighs and insert your cock’s head into her wet and eager vagina. She moans feeling the bulbous mushroom split her lips open. You push more in and her breathing increases.

After all of your cock is inside her, the real fun starts. Her large breasts soon swing around. She clamps her hands over her mouth to keep herself from getting too loud. You reach for her breasts and hold them in place in your hands.

The thought of them becoming even fuller with milk for your child gets your blood boiling even further. You lift her legs by her ankles and fuck Constance faster and harder.

“Ooohhhh! My King! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Fuck me! Ah!" You are more than happy to oblige. Soon, the hammering fuck was more than she could take. "I’m cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming!” She gasps. She grabs a pillow and screams into it.

After she’s done, you pull the pillow off her face and kiss her. Constance wraps her arms and legs around you as you keep on plowing her. When your release finally comes, you don’t end the kiss. More rather you grunt into and while your cock plunges deep inside Constance. It’s been nearly two weeks since the last time you came so you squirted quite a lot inside her.

You roll off her and pull your shrinking dick out in the process. You take her into your arms as you catch your breaths. Constance touches her seeded womanhood and feels it wet with your fluids. She brings up her cum soaked fingers to her face.

“Will this... really get me pregnant?” She sort of plays with the sticky seed between her fingers. Seed that has grown in many wombs.

“Do you wish to ask Sophie of that?” You joke. Constance grins at you and brings her fingers to her mouth.

And after five minutes of rest, you start round two. Followed by three and four. You and Constance are hornier than you initially thought, having lasted a good eight sessions of sex all ending with Constance getting seeded. You two share one final kiss before sleep take over you both.

The next morning, you give Constance a good morning fucking. And as though you and Constance are husband and wife, you feed each breakfast and it is brought to you. You eat breakfast buck naked too. You and Constance fuck one last time that day before you send Constance off, unclean and unwashed with the strong musky smell of sex and sweat still heavily present on her.

“Thank you for the wonderful night, my King.” says a future mother of your child with a bow.

You smile at her and lock lips with her for the last time that day. “The pleasure was all mine.” With that Constance leaves.

"King Franz Karl was right. That did feel good." You smirk.