Of course not

"If I understand you correctly, you stand here before me offering the pleasures of a Lady-in-waiting of a woman that is already a concubine of mine for the life of a man that betrayed your own son." You push your fingers through Sophia's fingers so that you are touching her pussy. "I will not be sold something I already have."

Both women look completely shocked as you send Sophia stumbling towards the bed. She stops herself from stumbling by resting her chest on the bed, but this is precisely what you want as you quickly mount her rear and poke your cock through her legs so that your shaft is resting against her lower lips. You rub your shaft back and forth against her pussy lips as you taunt them both, "Mother, you used to be Queen; how did you not know that when a King takes a woman as his concubine, he also takes all her ladies-in-waiting? Or did you think I would be stupid enough to agree to trade for something I already own?"

Lady Beatrix just looks away in shame as you finish aligning your cock with Sophia's slit and thrust in. You feel Sophia's hymen rip as you taunt your mother, "No, there is nothing you have that I already don't own, so there is nothing you can trade for to save your love's life, let alone convince me to reinstate him." You wrap your hands around Sophia's stomach, pulling yourself deeper.

As you continue humping Sophie, you say, "No, on this very night, I think it is time for me to sentence that man sentenced to **** while marking another womb as mine." Then you groan as you spew your potent load deep inside Sophia.

You watch Lady Beatrix collapse to the floor, as she can no longer hold back the tears. You sit back and listen to the rhythmic sounds of Lady Beatrix's tears and your cum dripping out of Sophia's pussy.

You originally had the Arch Duke's execution to be long, drawn out, and painful, but after seeing your mother's emotions, your choice to make it quick and private in the early morning.

Sir Dietrich informed you it was unwise to just un-ceremoniously dispose of the decapitated ex-Arch Duke's body, but it was also foolish to give the people of Luthersburg his body, as they might rally behind it and rebel against you. As a result, you both decided that it would be best to allow the people that care for ex-Arch Duke an opportunity to grieve over him back at your capital, where you can watch them as you cremate his body there.

As a result, you pack everything up and return to your capital, leaving Sir Dietrich behind, tasked with forming some sort of temporary local governing body. You had hoped to have Sophia and Lady Beatrix provide some in-trip entertainment. But, after seeing how distraught Lady Beatrix was, you realize it would make the trip more enjoyable to allow her to ride with the ex-arch Duke's sealed body.

Few people would dare to come to pay their respects to a man labeled as a traitor; in fact, only five people came. Those five people are his cousin, the King of Francia, his cousin's wife, Queen Alana, the Queen of Francia, his daughter, his daughter's fiancé, the crown Prince of Francia, and Lady Beatrix.

You retired to your chambers once the visit was done.

You are awoken in the darkest moment of the night by the sounds of your chamber doors opening. Wary for an assassin, you reach for your sword, but a feminine voice calls out, "You won't be needing that; I mean you no harm."

Still uncertain about who is in the room with you, you ask, "If I have nothing to fear, why don't you tell me who you are and how you got past my chamber guards?"

In a tone that showed complete confidence, the womanly voice said, "If you would be so kind as to light your bed lamp, all will be answered."

You don't take your eyes off the dark area where the womanly voice is coming from as you carefully take some flint to the wick of your bedlamp.

The flicker of the flame slowly illuminated Queen Alana wearing a simi-shear nightgown

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Queen Alana gracefully waves her hand in the air, proclaiming her position. "I find men so easy to pass once they know a fine woman is dressed in her nightwear. Of course, your guards didn't get to see anything before I had them dispatched."

Somehow the word dispatched just doesn't sound so dangerous coming from a sexy woman with every inch of her body except her most intimate of areas wholly exposed.

Queen Alana slowly swayed towards you. "But don't you worry about them; they are going to come to in the morning."

She almost makes it all the way to you before you notice the glistening of her wedding ring on her hand, reminding you of who this woman is, causing you to ask, "So why has the King of Francia sent his wife to my chambers dress in a seduc... an interesting way?"

Queen Alana sensually places her finger softly on your lips as she says, "That odd man, he is too busy rotating from grieving over the **** of his beloved cousin and sticking his dick inside his concubines to notice I am not there."

Concerned about this situation, you ask, "So then what has caused a lady as fair as yourself to sneak into the night chamber of a man other than your husband?"

Queen Alana licked her lips. "Well, what do you think a woman wants when she comes to your room in a dress like this?" as she runs her hands slowly over her body.