Heinrich realises what happened

The next morning was heralded by a crow of the cock, and the amber rays of sunlight peered into the bedchambers through slim seams in the window frame. Groggily, you yawned loudly and moved to rub your eyes, only to find two heavy weights pinning your arms down to the pillows, and another heavy weight pressing down on your chest.

Blinking rapidly, you soon realise that you're naked in bed, and so too are the three women sprawled all over you, and said women in question were none other than Dobra and her two daughters, Shara and Misha.

You recall that you were celebrating a wonderful feast with all the high-ranking Confederation generals and clansmen of Vertrix's tribe, then you felt groggy enough from drinking that you passed out. Then, the puzzle pieces fit together.

"Fuck me..."

Dobra stirred awake, and seeing the distressed expression on your face, smiled mischievously and kissed you on the lips.

"Good morning, my King."

You grumbled beneath your breath, realising that she was in on this, if not the perpetrator of this scheme.

"You do realise you could be found guilty and land yourself in hot water, yes?" You pointed out.

"I know, My King. But I truly want this."

And Dobra leaned in to kiss you again, but you stopped her short, just as Shara and Misha stirred awake.

"Am I not desirable to you?" Dobra muttered despondently, "Am I too old for you?"

"No! No, you're not," You quickly answered, "It's just... do you understand what this means? If anyone finds out, nevermind how my name may be tarnished, your family could quickly become targets. Remember that your tribe's position is very unstable right now, and it's only with Ostgrenze's support that you manage to retain your rights and land. If something goes awry-"

"King, please stop," Shara interjected, "We want this, we need this."

"What?"

"Heinrich... we truly need your protection, and I fear for my daughters if they were taken by another Magruvak chieftain or Almaini nobleman," Dobra admitted, "I know you're married, and I do not want to come between you and your wife, but if we bear your children, no one else will want to match with us for the sake of political ties."

"There's also the problem of what happens if you carry my bastard children," You glumly stated.

Dobra embraced you and kissed you again.

"I don't mind being a mere mistress, but I do want you to breed me," She said, "I've seen how fairly you treated us, as real Human beings and not just broodmares. Vertrix, he simply took me and bred me, and while he was a hopeless romantic and I loved him, I want to experience the genuine love of one who desires me."

"And you strong king!" Shara exclaimed, "If you breed us, tribe blessed with strong chieftain! Lead us to glory alongside Ostgrenze!"

Misha stared at you with eyes of longing and desire, burning hot like molten lava.

Seeing their sensual bodies turned you on, and you felt your own cock harden again. Dobra's matronly, slovenly body, one that barely moved around and had engorged sagging tits begging to fill with breastmilk; Shara's masculine body, honed from months of hard training since the age of 16; Misha's smaller body, petite and cute, just barely past the cusp of womanhood.

You lost to your manly urges, to your eternal shame.

"I'll come back for occassional visits."

And the three embraced you with expressions of gratitude.