Ending - Dobra

You broach your proposal to marry to Dobra a few times but every time she rejects it; she even rejects your proposal to take Shara or Misha as wives when they become pregnant. In the end, Dobra gives birth to a daughter and you fall in love with the baby the two of you created. Even the pregnant Shara next to you suggesting calling you 'King-Bear' while in private doesn't spoil the mood.

Eventually, you sleep with a few women, including your maid Angelika, your father's former mistress Lisandra and few more, sowing your wild oats and letting them bloom in the women's womb. Despite the public perceiving you as a hedonist, they couldn't complain, not when your string of decisions have propelled the country into a new period of prosperity. Besides, a lustful animal as you are, as long as you just keep it among the women already gathered around you, all is good. At least your quirk wouldn't be as harmful as those tales about other kings reveling in **** or ****.

After fathering a few more children, you eventually settle down and marry a princess from another country, putting any concern to rest that their wives or daughters might become your next target. The queen subsequently gives birth to an official heir, and a celebrations is held in the capital. Dobra, Shara, Misha and the other women of your 'royal household' help with the preparation, cementing the close relationship they have with the queen.

While Dobra is not the queen, she is playing her part in managing your household and the castle, using her past experience to keep it going smoothly. This in turn allows the queen to focus on her own work which is to engage in the politic and diplomacy. Even so, you find out that your queen always seek her counsel and the two have a rather close relationship, which is something of a pleasant surprise since you've heard tales about royal or noble women engaging in various shenanigans behind the scene.

Together with their assistance, you manage to integrate Dobra's tribe to your country and then increase the country's trade, especially with nation where your wife comes from. The success subsequently makes persuading more and more barbarian to come under your rule easier and easier. You're already looking to establish a pathfinder royal cavalry that will open admittance to anyone of any ethnicity, as long as they don't have any bad record and pledge allegiance solely to the monarch.

Five year later, you find yourself standing at the castle's balcony, standing behind Dobra, rubbing her rounded belly fondly. It is her turn to spend the night with you.

"You always like to do that," Dobra remarks.

"I do it to everyone else. I like to believe that the child will feel that I'm happy that it will be born, though Shara seems to think that I do that to get her into the mood."

"You're getting me into the mood as well,"

"Well, let's keep going and later we can do it,"

"But, Love, this is probably our last baby together..." Dobra says melancholically, "I'm getting on with the years,"

You understand what Dobra's trying to say and kiss the nape of her neck. "The children are a result of our love, sprinkled with immaturity, lust and perversion, not the cause."

"You're becoming wiser than I am, my king," she says she put her hands on yours fondly.

"Even if it's true, we can still do it, right?" you say, referring to her being unable to get pregnant anymore.

"Of course, My Lusty King," she says while giggling. She then turn toward you. "Why don't we go and do it now?"

"Delighted to oblige," you say as you lead your pregnant woman to bed.

Due to your foresight, you managed to prevent Shara's bad naming sense from getting out of hand and no one else apart from your royal household calls you 'Lusty King' or '**** King', at least not in your face.

Unbeknownst to you however, all over the country and beyond, traveling bards and poets are waxing lyrical how the 'Forni-King' unifies the country using his horniness to **** opposing factions to submit or risk unleashing him on their women.

The end.