For now, there are short-term repercussions to face

After a night of semi-troubled sleep, you awake to your normal kingly duties. You had thought you would put this problem on low priority for the time being, but things aren't turning out that way. Sitting in your throne, you were greatly unnerved to see the village elder, looking quite distraught, amongst your crowd of petitioners. He looks to have cleaned himself up a bit before coming, but there the little old man is unmistakably a peasant man, back hunched from hard labor."Does he know? You can't have him bringing this up in court!" You wondered anxiously as you tried to maintain a cool demeanor before the court, absentmindedly dealing with the other petitioners. Eventually, it is the old man's turn. You're glad you're seated, otherwise your nervous jitters would be much more visible.

"Milord, tis horrible! The villages is bewitched, set upon by demons!" The old man looks ready to fall to his knees, arms raised to the ceiling in an unnecessarily dramatic display. Wait, what now? You guess he must not know then. "I'll need you to calm down and explain yourself, good peasant. What's the matter?" He straightens himself out (as much as possible) and takes a deep breath. "Milord, all the young maidens in the village, they seem to be falling pregnant! I know tis no strange thing for a girl to become so, but all at once? T'ain't natural! I 'spect that tis a incubus what done it, a incubus!" he cries, trembling as he shout the last word. Incubus? Ah yes, now you remember, the male equivalent to a succubus, preying on sleeping maidens. Hogwash, of course, but the peasant seem to believe it. "What makes you thinks so?" you ask, playing along. "Well, as I said, since when does a whole village full o' girl become with child at once? Sometimes a lack of chastity happens, but this? Also, this last month I've been hearing all manner of strange noises at night." Ooooh. You can understand why he came to this conclusion, ridiculous as it is. "You need to help us milord! We can't have a village full o' demon spawn!" You relax a bit knowing that your indiscretions are not common knowledge, at least not yet.

Suddenly, an idea strikes you like a bolt of lighting. "Calm thyself, my subject" you say with booming voice, fully confident that your plan is a stroke of genius. "As your lord, your troubles are my troubles. It is with heavy heart I have listened to your tale. But you may rest assured, almighty God is on our side. I am a man of the church as much as of the world, and I know plenty of these creatures and how to deal with them. Assemble the girls in question, and I shall dispense of this evil." You should have been a showman.

The old man has finally fallen to his knees, hands clasped together in gratitude. "Thank ye, thank ye milord! I am humbled to serve such a good king. I'll do as ye ask right away!" Getting to his feet slowly, he hobbles off with more speed than you thought him capable. You aren't sure whether to laugh or feel guilty.