Breed the queen

”All the more reasons then," you say as the unbidden thought of her womb swelling with the consequence of the copulation drives you over the edge. You kiss her while holding her body close and cumming inside her womb. Your act of breeding her trigger's Queen Zereena's own climax and her vagina clenches your penis greedily, eager to get as much seed as possible inside her.

After you have emptied all of seeds inside your stepmother's womb, you lie on top of her, gently kissing her neck and forehead, comforting your father's woman who have given herself to you, and both of you whisper sweet nothingness to each other even though you're not lovers.

Intoxicated by the after sex glow, you begin to entertain the thought of really trying to sire a heir with the woman beneath you. Queen Zereena is beautiful that the child that you create with her will be good-looking with you as the father and her as the mother. You may need to get another woman or two to bed later on to satisfy your lust, but if she gets pregnant, the matter of needing to get an heir might be solved if she gives birth to a son.

After a few minutes, you get up and get dressed. "I have to get going or otherwise other people might get suspicious,"

Your stepmother's expression changes as she clutches the blanket to hide her nakedness. “Would you come by tonight?"