Tell her.

“Yes,” you reply nonchalantly, “She does.”

Clara’s face grows red, but it was not the usual blush you gained from your usual teasing, it was clear this was angered induce. Her breast rise from a deep intake of air as she tries to calm herself in vain. Her question certainly implied any intimate relations with Akina, and you had no reason to lie to her. You liked her usual submissive attitude toward you, but also like this new possessive side. You decide she needs to be taught her place just like Akina last night.

“Come sit on my lap again, Clara.”

She turns her head toward you, quickly enough for her long mahogany hair to whip aside. Her expression was one of displeasure. It seemed for a moment she considered denying your request, but the moment was fleeting. She raised herself elegantly from her less impressive chair and just as elegantly took a seat on your lap. This time making sure your meat was nestled between each buttock.

“You see, Clara. Last night that wry feline tried to claim my lap as well, before I **** her to kneel on the ground to remind her where she belongs. She could have a dozen bastards, and not one would be a threat to us or our heirs.” Clara straightened her back as you began to pet it just like you did in the Throne Room.

“But you, my queen,” Putting your other hand up the fabric of her dress, you use it to follow her silky leg to the depths of her pussy. Clara began to breathe faster as you did, “You have the cunt that will milk my cock whenever I wish it.” You stop using your other hand to rub her back and penetrate the recesses of her dress from behind and play with her navel, “The womb that will nurture our heirs,” you pause again to slowly guide your hand from her navel to her bosom, “and the breasts that feed them so that they will grow strong.”

Clara’s blushed demeanor never left her pale complexion, but you had a feeling it was no longer jealousy that was the cause. You kiss her bare back, then lick it as far up as your mutual position would allow. You hardening cock made it clear where this was going, and you could practically feel Clara’s pounding heart from the heat of her pussy. Virgin or not, she was ready for you, but your teasing nature decided that right now was the time to bring up more of your sexual conquests.

“But there is another. A counts daughter back in Itheria,” You feel Clara tense up again at the revelation, the cheeks of her ass would probably squeeze your dick until it couldn’t work anymore if they could, “Lady Victoria, third in line for the title. A voluptuous brunette, with a snatch men would kill for, who beat you to my seed by mere coincidence. The lustful bitch will have to be handled, and as my new number one, I’ll give you the decision on how.”

By now you had been playing with Clara’s juicy cunt and breasts long enough that sexual sighs were all that were escaping her lips. You would swear that bringing up Victoria during this did more to turn her on than anger her. You passed the time by placing a kiss on her back again, then another one, and continued until she spoke.

“T-the cat…can stay…” She said. That went without saying. You never let her have a say in that, plus Akina would be crucial to your plans for Phebis, “But the thieving slut in Itheria cannot.”

“Do you want her dead?” You asked. Worried that this was Clara’s intent. You were beginning to regret giving Clara any say on the matter if that’s what this was leading to. A thought passed your mind that perhaps you should have let Countess Eria behead the Royal Family of Phebis, and then exact your **** on her.

“No,” Clara moaned, “Just gone.”

The relief that washed over you surprised even yourself. At least you weren’t lying when you said that her body was to kill for. “It will be done…immediately.”

It was at this point you had felt Clara hit her climax. It was from simple breast and finger-play. It surprised you a bit, since you hadn’t been trying that hard, and amused yourself with the idea that this woman may not have even pleasured herself before. But she must’ve had some knowledge on how all this worked, whether by peeking on some couple or otherwise, because after riding out her orgasm she turned herself around and mounted you on the chair. It was the same position Akina had attempted, but this was Clara, future queen.

You skillfully pull out your cock from your trousers and under her dress, immediately feeling your tip pressing against the soaked lips of Clara’s nether region.

“I can’t have anyone else beating me to what is mine,” Clara’s voice seemed hoarse and ****. But she did not hesitate to lower herself on your rigid member, wincing when you were only an inch deep, “I-It’s big…”

You grin. You don’t even think her cherry has popped yet, so you help by grabbing her hips and forcing her down further. She was very tight, and it wasn’t long before you felt that rumored barrier. Instead of pulling her down slowly as before, you thrust in go. Figuring it would be better if done quickly. A sharp cry escapes Clara and tears begin to puddle in her eyes. You were buried to the hilt inside of her, and the tightening walls of her insides from the pain was tempting you to cream right away, but out of consideration for Clara, you bit your lip and curled your toes to fight the urge. It worked.

You were both relaxed on the ‘throne’ for a minute. Warm blood from her recently popped cherry teasing your phallus into thinking it had already did the job it was supposed to. Clara dropped her head forward to fight the pain and get used to the feeling for a little bit. Her long hair was swaying between the two of you catching your breaths. It was wasn’t long before her long hair began to sway more as she began to move along the length of your cock, just like in your fantasies. It was slow at first, but over the course of a couple of minutes, it gradually increased in speed. You started to match your thrusts with her movements and to your surprise, actually ripped her dress so that her breasts were exposed. You didn’t hesitate to pleasure the mounds, and feed on them like your future children. Clara hugged your head as you did so and continued to ride you with earnest lust.

It wasn’t long before Clara arched her back and screamed in orgasmic bliss. It was interested how the quiet one was being gratuitously loud in bedroom. You didn’t care though. Knowing that the guards were outside fapping to your conquest, or that Duke Gregan’s room was easily in hearing distance of Clara’s sexual bliss. You wanted him to know what was going on, his wife too. Lilya was a fine example of a woman, but you could tell that you earned a lifetime of respect from her with how you ran the court today. The raven-haired beauty was probably not fond of her husband, and she could be a fun ride later down the road as well. The thought was a dangerous one, almost forcing you spill your seed deep inside the tight pussy of your future queen. But then you realized. You didn’t really have to worry about that with her. At least not after the two of you secured your marriage.

The thought spurred you on, and you picked up the spasming beauty from her ass and walked her to the bed before tossing her on it. You remove your own clothes as the panting beauty struggled to regain her bearing from her previous climax, and once you were done you jumped in bed to join her. A passionate kiss between the two of you erupted with your cock threatening to split her in two. Clara’s legs wrapped tightly around you and her cries growing loud again between each gasp for air. There was a lot of twisting and turning during your collective throes of passion and you were beginning to realize that this, Princess Clara, was not only swallowing your cock with the tight depths of her pussy, but also your heart. Had you refused the marriage this would not be some random tryst for sexual relief, but a recurring need for many years to come. Letting go of Lady Victoria for Princess Clara was well worth the effort and potential backlash from her father.

Letting go was exactly what you were about to do as well. Clara’s cries were ever increasing in volume and the perfectly fitting glove around your cock was trying it’s damnedest to drain every last drop of sperm from your balls. The only question was whether or not to let it. Getting her pregnant before the marriage would not do, and you had no idea how long this war would persist. But did you care enough to stop?