She ask the next question

Jessica quietens for a moment, letting your words settle in the space between you. Then, a strange, flicker of suspicion crosses her eyes.

"What about your mother?" she asks suddenly, testing you.

You pause, giving her a completely deadpan look. "No. That would be incest."

Jessica’s eyes widen in brief shock before she realizes what you said, slapping your shoulder playfully. "I didn't mean that, you idiot! I meant how is your mother going to react when she finds out!"

You smile, trailing your fingers down her smooth cheek. "I know what you meant. I was just teasing you." You pause, leaning back slightly. "As for my mother... she'll handle it. And as for my Grandfather? He probably already knows what we were doing in here. He probably expected us to conceive a royal bastard the moment he introduced us."

Jessica shakes her head, a breathless, wicked smile spreading across her lips. "You really are insistence on that word, aren't you? You keep saying 'siring a bastard in me.' You don't use sweet, romantic terms like 'love child.'"

"Because calling it what it is feels real," you answer.

Jessica sighs heavily, her hips giving a subtle, lingering pulse around your softening cock. "Hearing a prince talk about siring his bastard in a whore like me... Referring to myself like that doesn't even feel derogatory right now. It just makes me feel like a naughty slut who's about to be used by her master."

She looked up at you, her brown eyes dark with renewed, intense lust. She felt your cock, still resting deep inside her, beginning to harden once again. "Since you don't want to marry me... are you going to make me your whore? Your slave?"

Looking down at her, you realized that she wanted to completely surrender herself to someone willing to take charge, someone willing to own her without hesitation.