Lisandra's coaching

Your search for a bride is fruitless for the next few months. It might be going better if you could focus, but you've spent so much time with Lisandra that you haven't felt the need to find another girl, as she eagerly satisfies all of your needs. Mother has already given you a scolding for "spending all of your time with your father's old whore", though it hasn't stopped you yet. You have found that, after months of spilling your seed into her almost every night, she is pregnant with your first child. Who could have guessed? You lovingly rub the small bulge in her naked belly with her as you lay in bed. "In less than a year we shall each be parents for the first time" she says, her voice almost in as much a state of wonder as you. You are also a bit worried however, and the ever-attentive Lis picks up on that. "It's ok dear, many a young lord has sired a lovechild before he was able to marry. It's understandable." Lis takes your flaccid cock in her hand and starts rubbing. "You're not the first to let this one's urge to sow its oats lead you astray." You're trying to cheer up, but you still feel troubled. You want to be happy about your fatherhood, but being a king makes things so much more complicated. She kisses you softly on the lips. "I promise the baby and I won't be a bother." You think with a bitter smile how the confidence you and Lis have had in this situation has switched. You hope she's right, but neither of you can see the future.

"If it's any comfort dear, you've become a much better lover." Well, that much at least is true. You've definitely made progress since your virginal night several months ago. "Still, I don't want you to stall in your learning with me, and either way this belly is going to put me out of action for a while once it gets bigger." She traces your jawline with a slender finger playfully. "Soooo, I was thinking...." she says while looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes, "you need to get working on finding a little wifey. And actually try this time." She puts her finger in front of your lips to stop any protest. "No dear, I need to get you past your crush on me, it's what Frederick would have wanted. Please, for the good of the kingdom?" You can't resist that smile of hers. You give her your agreement verbally, even if your heart doesn't. She hugs you gingerly."I have an idea to help you with both of these goals. Give me a little money and time, and I'll find you some girls, good girls. I can use them to help teach you how to court a lady about your own age, and it would be good if you learned how to please different kinds of women. I don't want you to become an expert in my body, then end up with a girl who is totally different that you don't understand. Plus, it might just show you that I'm not the only woman in the world for you. Deal?"