In the peasant's muff

As your end approaches, you know the right path. This ungrateful peasant should consider herself lucky, many girls would kill for access to royal semen. You give a primal roar as you approach climax, bending low over her and shortening your thrusts. A wave of intense pleasure wracks your body as you fill the servant with your seed. Angelika squeaks as your warmth fills her, to her shock. You leave your cock in her now sticky hole to soften, hunched over her as you enjoy the dying pleasure of your orgasm. Angelika cries silently as you pull out, dripping hot white semen from her deflowered pussy. The sight fills you with satiation and a feeling of dominance. You dress with slow satisfaction and leave the soiled girl to her work.

On your way out, the reality hits you that you may have just impregnated your simple servant. The first of many royal bastards, perhaps? No problem a full treasury and tight succession laws won't solve. Or a war providing fresh lands for a humble bastard...