His daughter's wet nurse

"Ilse," Muller answers.

"And who is this, Ilse?"

"My daughter's wet nurse,"

According to him, the trouble started one day when his wife was out to a tea party and left their daughter home. In the afternoon, Muller suddenly decided to visit his daughter at the nursery. It was then he saw Ilse feeding her, the woman's dress loose and her breasts were coated with milk. He found the scene very erotic and stood by the door, watching it, enjoying the view of Ilse aroused face as his daughter greedily sucks her milk. It was then the devil whispered in his ears to put his mouth on the other breast. Led astray by temptation, he slowly close the door and locked it, approach Ilse silently and put the big nipple in his mouth.

He then suckled gentle, eliciting a gasp from Ilse who only noticed that she was nursing two people instead of one. Meanwhile, Muller is enjoying the woman's milk, while Ilse sigh in contentment. She finally stopped him to put his now sleeping daughter in the bed but before she could cover her modesty, Muller continue his feeding again, snuggling against Ilse while he drank for what seemed forever. Eventually Ilse pulls back and before he could complain, she offered the other one his daughter was sucking from, saying that there's still some left.

After he was done with both, Ilse thought that was all but Muller, very aroused, decided to have his way with her. The already aroused wet nurse couldn't resist him as Muller put his mouth on her breast while pushing his dick inside her. He fucked her slowly just next to his daughter's bed, relishing the sight of Ilse trying to keep herself from making any sound by putting her hands on her mouth to muffle her moaning sound.

Eventually, he drove her to orgasm and then fed her womb with his 'milk' . His silent violation of the wet nurse continued again and again until one day she tearfully told him that she was pregnant, with him as the probable father.

"Wow, that's... hot," you admit as your dick is hard. Then you notice something else. "Your wife doesn't know about your affair?"

Muller shakes his head.

"I guess her cuckold of a husband probably doesn't know at all or thinks that the baby in his wife is his,"

"I thought that nursing mothers wouldn't get pregnant,"

"Less chance doesn't mean it wouldn't happen, Viscount. So, what kind of help you want from me?"

Muller hesitates but, in the end, admits, "I want to continue my affair with her,"

"I thought you want my help to stone both of you. When I slept with the Eastern widow, you had the gall to quote the Third Book, chapter and verse all, advising me as an older 'Brother' not to commit adultery with neighbor's wife. But then you proceeded to do exactly that! What the hell, Bro?"

"Sorry," Muller say in a small voice.

"No, you're not. You're not sorry putting your dick in someone's wife and certainly not sorry sowing your bastard inside her, judging from the way you enjoy telling the story,“ After finishing, with your tirade, you count from one to thirty in your mind to calm yourself. "If I managed to save your sorry carcass, I don't want shit coming out of your mouth about whatever I do, understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty,"

"Deitrich!" you call your trusty attendant.

A few seconds later the man enters. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Prepare the Royal Coach immediately. I'm going to Lord Muller's territory for inspection today,"