Not really

At the end of the day you and Doe finally arrive at the guest quarters. Despite the actions of your rival, you’ve had three people requesting you to make new fox-people. Two of them asking you to turn some of their subjects and a third asking if you could use the transformation spell on her. You told each of them you’d take their offers into consideration. It won’t hurt to let them wait a little for your answer. Who knows, they might start offering you favors to do it.
But right now you are tired. You drop onto the huge soft bed the royal servants have provided for you and immediately fall asleep.

The next morning you find yourself tucked in. Doe must have done that. You can’t think of anyone else. As you turn over you notice her sleeping next to you. She is in her nightgown. One you gave her specifically to be used here. Fancy places deserve fancy clothes. Looks like she at least bothered to get changed before going to bed. You bring your hand closest to Doe to her head and start caressing her ears. After a few scratches she flaps her ear, then opens her mouth to yawn.
“Good morning.” You greet her.
“Umh … morning.” Doe sleepily replies.
“So, what did you think about court?” You ask.
“Amazing. People walking around with plates of food. I’ve never seen that before.” Doe says while she’s rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “And I was right about the women. Nearly every one of them had her boobs packed so tight in her dress they could plop out if they jumped just once.”
“I’m sorry about that stuff with my rival. He can sometimes be an ass like that.” You apologize.
“Don’t be.” Doe says while she lays her arm on your torso and caresses your chest. “You only let him interrogate me because you believed I could stand up for myself.”
Doe rolls onto your body and kisses you on the lips. Then she places a knee on each side of your body and straightens herself. Sitting upright with her butt resting on your lap.
“You did marvelous.” You continue complimenting. “Despite having a truth spell on you, you only told him what you wanted him to know.”
Doe’s hands slide underneath her nightgown and start fiddling with your pants.
“And your show of magic. I figured you’d cast a series of difficult light spells. Instead you remembered about the difficulty of summoning different types of mana. Five at the same time, that’s quite a feat.”
Your hands slide underneath her gown as well only your hand go straight for her butt. As you grab her by the cheeks, she grabs you by the dick. She pulls him out of your pants, causing a tent to appear in her gown. Then she starts masturbating you to get you hard.
You’re not sure if your rival has taken his equipment to perform scrying spells with him, but you don’t want to take any chances. You cast an anti-scrying spell onto the room, making it so if anyone were to scry here now, all they’d see is a black void.
After the spell is cast Doe guides your fully erect dick to her pussy and slides it inside her. Then she starts riding you while keeping your joining hidden underneath her gown.

Doe easily slides her sheath over your shaft. The last few weeks her pussy has adapted to the size of your dick. A side effect of the two of you fucking so often. The both of you moan silently as she gently rides you.
“Say, about those catgirls your rival made.” Doe says during the sex. “Did you notice one of them was pregnant?”
“No.” You admit. “How did you find out?”
“One of them kept rubbing her underbelly. At first I thought it was cause she’s self-confident about her figure, but then he stopped her from drinking wine.” Doe informs you.
“That bastard. He must be fucking all of his test subjects.” You say.
Doe suddenly giggles and says, “Well hello pot, tell me again how black that kettle is.”
You roll your eyes and sigh in defeat. She is right. You’ve taken on the habit of fucking your test subject as well.
“But at least you merely fuck your test subject. He impregnates them as well.” Doe continues. “He probably has at least another ten in his castle. All of them with bellies so full of kittens they are about to burst.”
Doe’s words cause you to imagine ten beautiful woman in your mind. One of them being Doe. Then you imagine all of them growing cat ears and a cattail, including Doe. Then their bellies swell to 7 month pregnancies, including Doe. The fantasy nearly causes you to orgasm. You pull Doe tightly to you so she would stop moving. If she does move, you would blow your load and it would be inside her. Maybe holding still inside her is enough for it to calm down.
“John,” Doe says. “I’m jealous of them.”

You open your eyes and look at Doe’s face.
“I’ve always wanted to have a child, some day.” Doe says as she brings her hands to her gown covered hips. “I just never had the time to find me a good man.”
He hands slide seductively up her body, sensually caressing herself.
“But with you I have found the best man. So please, John. Plant your seed inside me.”
She then grabs the top of her gown and pulls it down so her areola’s become visible, but not her nipples.
“Then you can see these beauties swell up with milk and become even bigger.”
With her breasts threatening to jump out of her gown, Doe takes a deep breath. As her lungs fill with air, her chest expands and suddenly her breasts plop out.
You grunt as you feel your dick throb. It wants to give in to Doe’s demands and so do you, but you really shouldn’t.

“We can’t.” You say. “It would be a bastard.”
“So?” Doe says as she starts massaging her breasts. “People in the city have babies without getting married all the time.”
“The priests would never approve, and my rival already has a leg up on me when it comes to them. Losing support from the church would be bad.” You tell her.
“Then let’s get married.” Doe says, groping her boobs on the last word.
“I can’t. I’m a bachelor. Nobles are waiting for their daughters to come of age so they can marry them to me for political gain.” You groan, holding Doe’s hips still with all your might.
“Don’t worry about what the nobles want.” Doe says. “What is it you want?”