Mate with Vessa, and seed her.

You watch as Vessa goes down on her knees, and works to untie your pants, until she is able to work your shaft free. With one hand, she grabs your shaft, and begins to stroke it, feeling it harden, and grow to its full erection. Along the way, she begins to lick it, nice and slow, working up and down the length of your shaft, then flick the tip with the tip of her warm, wet tongue. Given that she is kneeling in front of you, you cannot see her free hand go between her legs, and rub her sweet petals. She stops a few times, as she primes you for her body, the first time to pull your pants down your legs, right down to your ankles. The second time, she removes your leather boots, then the pants. The third time she stops, she gets you completely naked, then guides you to her comfortable bed. She lays down on it, and spreads her legs wide for you, showing her warm, wet petals for you.

"Don't tease me today, m'lord." Vessa tells you softly. "I'm ready for you."

You move on top of Vessa, sliding your hard shaft deep inside of her, with your eyes gazing into her own. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling your head close to hers, so that she can kiss you hard and deep. Her legs wrap around your waist, locking you in place, as you begin to move inside of her. With the movement of her hips, and how tight she wraps her legs around you, she guides your movements into a slow, steady pace. It is clear to you that while Vessa doesn't necessarily want to make the five maidens jealous (they probably are jealous of your court mage, in one form or another), she wants this mating ritual to last. She also keeps you in the missionary position, as it is the best possible position for your seeds to find one of her eggs, when you spurt deep inside of her. Time becomes lost to you, as you work your shaft in and out of Vessa, at that slow, and steady pace. Every now and then, you run a hand over her naked body, stroking her hair, or cupping her large, soft breasts, and fondle them. She also breaks the kiss on occasion, to catch her breath, and let her sweet, soft moans of pleasure fill the tower. Neither you nor Vessa know how long this particular mating ritual last, but when you feel yourself beginning to tip over, you groan with her, as you feel her inner walls begin to milk your shaft.

Vessa climaxes before you do, letting her insides milk you even more, as she arches her back, and let out a good, climactic moan. You groan softly with her, feeling your seeds begin to flow. You push your hips hard against hers, making sure your shaft is as deep inside of her as possible. She feels your seeds fill her, quietly voicing her sweet approval of your pleasuring. Her legs let go of you, as she brings her feet and shins underneath her thighs, to help guide your seeds further inside her. You wait for your shaft to soften, and for her insides to release their grip on it, before you slowly pull out. Vessa groans softly, and then gives you a bright smile.

"Thank you, m'lord." Vessa tells you. "If I do nae conceive, we will do this again soon, even after you decide on our new queen."

"As long as that new queen does not object." You tell her.

"If she does," Vessa replies, giggling softly, "then I will use my magic to make her back down."

You rest for a little while, as Vessa begins to fall asleep, taking the time to look over the spies' report on the five maidens. After that, you quietly begin to dress, giving the sleeping Vessa a kiss to the forehead, before you leave the tower. Not surprisingly, you find some of your advisors, and some of the royal scouts and spies waiting for you in the keep. The dimming light from the windows suggesting that you had spent most of the afternoon with Vessa, as day begins to turn to night.

"M'lord," Garrett tells you, "the women in the regiment are continuing their training, but Cielina and Devona are starting to quarrel over how to train them in hand-to-hand combat."

"Your highness," Gilbert speaks next, "some emissaries from Al-Anashab arrived while you were with Lady Vessa, and it sounded like an emergency. Khalisah is nowhere to be found, but she left a note for you, suggesting she has been called back home."

"M'lord," one of the beastfolk spies speak next, "the group of creatures that came out of The Great Wilderness are closing in on the capital. We have been able to identify them as Dark Elves, and they seem intent on finding Princess Arinyagimli."

"Your highness," one of the female scouts speak last, "Lady Fiona was on her way to The Goldfields, when our convoy was ambushed! She has been kidnapped!"

"Kidnapped?!" You ask the scout. "By whom?!"

"By the citizens of The Goldfields that have lost loved ones to the Gaelic folk!" The scout tells you.