King Edward

"Oh! Oh! My King! My King! I'm-" The busty harlot bouncing on your cock throws her ginger hair back as she climaxes. You grunt, perilously close to loosing your seed yourself, and grip her left thigh with your good hand.

The redhead, another in a long procession of coronation presents, continues to mewl with orgasm, then leans forward to kiss her new ruler. You thrust up into her like a madman. You've always been gifted with more strength and stamina than your frame would suggest, especially in the bedroom.

You bring the courtesan to orgasm one more time, before you're unable to delay yourself any longer. Gripping onto her as hard as you can, you hammer into her soft and sopping twat, shooting one, two, three large ropes of cum. Not a bad showing, since your last fuck had been the night before.

"Oh, your majesty, you're incredible!" The ginger tart exclaims, dismounting you and slipping off to embrace you from the side.

"I'll say." Comes a voice from the door.

"Mother!" You start in mock consternation. "How long have you been watching?"

The raven-haired and still exceptionally beautiful woman who gave birth to you shoots you a smile as she crosses to your bed.

"Long enough to be impressed, my sweet." She beams, daintily sitting on the edge, next to the hired woman.

With far more effort than it'd take a healthy individual, you manage to push yourself up to a sitting position. You had been born with a frailty on your right side. Your right arm was nigh-unusable, with the fingers completely beyond your control on all but the best of days. As for your leg, well you could just about hobble and limp around on it. It had been made quite clear during your childhood that no crown prince was to use a cane or a stick, so you had learned to get around as best you could.

"I'll wager you haven't had a fuck that fine in a good long while, eh girl?" Marissa said, playfully giving the whore a kiss.

"No, milady!" She responded "I reckon King Edward'll be a fine ruler!"

"Good lass." your mother beamed, before reaching into her dress and producing a heavy bag of gold. She dropped the girl's payment bluntly onto her bare chest.

"Now leave us. And discreetly. No one is to see you." Marissa said. If there was one thing the woman had taught you, it was how to sate your debauched urges without any of the "moral" folk in your castle finding out.

"Yes, milady." The flame-haired wench said, extricating herself from the two of you and moving to her discarded clothes in the corner.

As she bent to pick up her dress, you admired the cute little birthmark on her arse. Gods, what you wouldn't give to have been able to stand, bent over her, and fuck her from behind.

The whore departed, leaving you alone with your mother.

"I meant what I said, Edward." she said, taking the putana's place at your side. "Rule like you fuck, give none of them reason to question you, or this..."

Lifting your paralysed arm, she planted a kiss on your constantly shaking hand.

"Your mother is here for you. And I will do anything in my power to help you become the sort of king this world needs." Marissa whispered into your ear, her hand now roaming your nude body.