Inside

At the throes of your orgasm, you imagine Dobra's wide hips bearing your bastard as a result of tonight's tryst. You slam your body against her as you release your seeds inside her womb.

"My Lord?" Dobra say in an uncertain tone as she recovers from the pleasure you invoked in her. "I'm not familiar with your people's tradition, but wouldn't I bring trouble to you?"

Still joined to her, with your dick pulsing from time to time to release drops of seed, you prop your chin with your palm. Even as you look at her, you consider Dobra's words. Fathering a royal bastard with a barbarian woman twice your age does seem outrageous but you're the king and you don't follow rules and tradition; you create them.

One day, you will probably find a fine wife of appropriate pedigree and connections. However, that will be a story for another day. Right now, you have to answer Dobra's question.