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It was a dangerous thing, to risk siring a bastard on a woman of a noble house without having a legitimate heir already in place. You were making yourself **** to the ambitions of those who might hope to replace you with a more pliable ruler. You might be lucky, since your reign was early enough that you hadn't made any enemies. House Myerling was never known to be especially ambitious and the most that might be come from this would be for you to acknowledge the child or marry the Countess.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you understood all of this and weighed the potential outcomes, but with the crushing velvet tightness and the glorious ass that was smothering your cock you cast those thoughts aside and unloaded deep into the Countess Myerling's depths.

For a long moment the two of you remained like that, your softening length still buried within her, catching your breath. You ran your hand across the expanse of her arse, palming the flesh that was pressed against your groin. Slowly you both parted, a trail of your seed leaking from the Countess well-fucked womanhood.

To hell with it, you thought. Maybe you had just fathered a bastard, but you had done so with the daughter of a fairly loyal house who had personally given you and your father nothing but good service and enriched the coffers of the Isles. Besides, even if the countess begat a child, there was no certainty that it would be a son. A daughter always comes after her brothers, that has been the rule of succession since the kingdom of the Isles was established.

Countess Myerling slowly straightened up, adjusted her skirts down and turned to give you a flushed smile. "So we're in agreement?" She asked, a little out of breath, "you'll let me go?"

"After that little event I'm inclined to keep you here, within reach," you grinned wolfishly. "But yes, I'm a man of my word. You may go, but I'll insist that you take some of my own royal guard as protection. If something happens to a member of my council that won't reflect well on me."

She nodded enthusiastically, perhaps not even registering what you had just said beyond receiving permission. "Yes, wonderful." She closed the distance between us, pressed her hand against my chest, "I hope this can be the start of a very production relationship."

You both collected yourselves and went about your day at court as though nothing had happened. A day later, you were watching as the Elves and your survey team departed.