Take Her as Your Own

With Holda seating next to you, a primal, carnal pull tags at you. You see the cleavage of her large breasts thanks the low cut of her gown. She's a beautiful young woman and you want her for yourself. You hand the baby to her mother and turn your attention to the older sister. Delicately taking her chin in between your thumb and index finger, you turn her head to you. The gap between your faces isn't that much and it wouldn't take much for you to completely close it.

"Tell me, Holda, would like to become my lover?" You say to her.

Holda’s heart races within her chest and her face turns a bright red. Her eyes turn to her mother. The young woman is unsure of what to answer.

“You mean a mistress, Sire?” Lisandra tries to clarify.

Without facing Lisandra, you answer, “Well if that is what she wants. I would take her as my royal mistress. She’s quite a beauty and she seems like a nice girl. My wife won’t object if I took her as my mistress and I am sure you know by now that I have children with multiple other women.”

Holda gulps down hard. Her mother has told her of what her life was like as a royal mistress. She lived a life of luxury as though she was Queen. True, Lisandra had no say and her power amounted only to how much the late King gave her. But she lived comfortably with the man she loved. Holda, having lived a life of doing menial chores, did not resent her mother for choosing that life but instead found herself envying it.

“It is an opportunity most girls would kill for, my child.” Lisandra comments.

“Well, what do you say?” You boldly pull out her large breasts out of her dress and bounce them in your hands, “Wouldn’t want these luscious bosoms of yours to nurse my child?” Your hands cease bouncing the wonderful orbs of flesh and touch her stomach, “Don’t want to to instead conceive and carry and birth a royal bastard.”

“Not to sound as though I am saying no, Sire.” She mutters nervously. “But you and I share a half-sister. Do you not think it wierd for your half-sister’s half-sister to be a mother to her half-niece or half-nephew.”

You pinch both her nipples, making grow as hard as diamonds. She holds herself back from moaning. “Do I look like a man who cares about such things? Just answer my question. Do you want to be a royal mistress? Do you wish to bear a royal bastard?”

Wet between her thighs, Holda opens her mouth to answer.