Inside Sarah.

With a groan of delight, you honour your succubus' wish, and fill Sarah to the brim with your cum.

"Perfect!" Marissa grins, watching you unload. Satisfied, you pull out of Sarah and stagger across the room, to sit on the edge of your bed.

Even freed from your powerful grasp, Sarah remains bent over your desk, understandably shocked by the sudden nature of it all.

"Is there any prettier sight?" Marissa asks, admiring your potent semen lazily dripping from Sarah's used twat. Kneeling once again between Sarah's legs, Marissa plants a kiss on the woman's messy cunt.

You stare on intently, looking not just at the always welcome sight of Marissa with another woman, but at your seed inside her, potentially the beginning of a new life.

Shortly after Marissa's kiss, Sarah climbs off your desk.

"Will that be all, Your Majesties?" Sarah asks, still a little shocked. She takes a moment to straighten her skirt, protecting her decency. An attribute that's in increasingly short supply in your bedroom.

"You can go, Sarah." You say contentedly.

Staring quite intently at the floor beneath her, Sarah makes to leave. As she passes Marissa, the succubus catches the human girl on her arm.

"Not just yet, sweetness." Marissa says. "There's a mess to be cleaned up."

The demoness gestures to your desktop, from which a little of your seed has found it's way onto, a couple of errant trickles from Sarah's abused pussy.

"Forgive me, My Queen." Sarah bows her head, returns to the desk and produces a cloth to wipe away your cum.

"You'd smear your King's seed on a dirty rag?" Marissa asks, one carefully styled eyebrow raising.

"N-no, Your Majesty." Sarah relents, stowing the rag and instead trailing her tongue along your desk, spit-cleaning it as she sucks up your seed.

"Much better." Marissa smiles. "Now be off with you." A sharp smack on the buttocks sends Sarah on her way with a spring in her step. As she shuts the bedroom door, Marissa joins you on the bed.

"That was cruel." You murmur, as the brunette cuddles up against you.

"So what if it was?" Marissa asks, "And don't even try to pretend you didn't love it."

You have to admit that you did.

"Yes, the girl was an amusing little diversion." Marissa giggles. "Perhaps there can be more like her?"

"I'm not sure." You say, pulling your adventurous wife closer. "This diversion could prove quite costly."

"So what if she spews out one of your brats?" Marissa sneers. "I'm carrying your legitimate children. Besides, I like the idea of you siring a massive brood."

You have to admit, being an only child, you would too. The very notion gets your cock stiffening again. Marissa definitely notices, her mercifully unclawed fingers closing around your shaft.

-

The next day you announce at court that Marissa is pregnant and that the succession is safe. In the back of your mind is the thought that the next few months might bring another revelation of maternity. Albeit one kept secret between you, Sarah and your most trusted advisors.

Most of the people are happy, but you notice that Lady Vessa looks extremely discontent. You wonder how long it'll be until she tries something.