You do not hesitate. With a final, powerful surge, you bury yourself completely within her wet heat. You roar out her name as your climax rips through you. You pour your warm, thick seed deep into her womb, filling her completely. Beatrice wails against your shoulder, her body shaking as she takes every drop of your royal blood, her internal muscles squeezing you until you are completely spent.
You collapse against her, your heart hammering against her ribs. The room is silent save for the sound of your heavy, synchronized breathing. The scent of sex and musk fills the air around the velvet bed. You remain joined inside her for a long time, enjoying the warm, lingering waves of the release.
Beatrice smiles, a look of absolute satisfaction on her face as she strokes your damp hair. The old Count will have his heir, the palace will have its peace, and you will have another secret paradise in the heart of the capital.
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