Pillow Talk

""Do you really mean what you said just now, your Majesty?" Dobra say in an uncertain tone as she recovers from the pleasure you invoked in her.

Still joined to her, with your dick pulsing from time to time to release drops of seed, you prop your chin with your palm. "Which one?"

"You want to sire your child in me."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"That's natural, isn't it? When a man sees a woman he's attracted to, the first impulse is to sire the seeds of his loins in her."

"That's... so forthright of you."

You shrug. "How about you?"

"What about me, Your Majesty?"

"I admit, I'm not that experienced, but I can see that you really let go just now. You're not faking it... but I can see that even though you're Vetrix's wif... widow, you didn't resist me at all."

Dobra is quiet for a while before answering. "I gave up."

"Gave up?"

"I tried to dissuade Vetrix for months to not attack your country. We were not of very prosperous group, but it was enough to live comfortably. My words fell on deaf ears and I fell out of his favor and he never visited me in my bed. A week ago, he loudly proclaimed during a dinner that he would prove the insolent bitch wrong, and now, he's dead, and the insolent bitch had her pussy impaled by the dick of the man who bested him. And hearing him saying that he want to get her pregnant with his bastard is arousing."