Inside

You felt your release drawing near, and despite a voice in the back of your mind warning of the dangers of fathering a royal bastard, your base instincts overpower it. A deep part of you wanted to breed this woman. To see her heavy with your child, stomach and tits swollen as proof to the world that she was yours. The animal instinct wasn’t to be denied.

You thrust furiously away again and again as your royal seed emptied inside the woman’s hungry, hugging womb.

The air was well and truly drawn from your lungs, your muscles aching pleasantly from the almost-violent act of love. It wasn’t long after that you all but collapsed onto Agatha, laughing breathlessly with the woman as the two of you began to kiss and cuddle each other in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss.

For a moment there was a look that passed Agatha’s face, a hint of concern as she absently touched her stomach. But the moment was fleeting and quickly replaced by moan of contentment.

The two of you lay entangled together like that in the royal bed and sleep soon followed. Things might be awkward on the morrow, but ultimately you felt as though a burden had been lifted and your dreams were pleasant.