Reconcile

You realize that your fight with Kesa is best left dropped. She is the mother of one of your children, however many that may be, and she at least doesn't seem to have been malicious, just self-centered. You move up slightly and snuggle against her, putting a hand on her small but taught stomach. Before all of this, you wanted to keep her as your lover, and you still do.

"I'm sorry for snapping, I know you weren't trying to do any harm. Tomorrow night, come back to the castle with me. My court may not like it, but they'll have to get used to it. We can talk about this together then".

Kesa brightens immediately and smiles wide, pearly teeth glinting in the torchlight. She leans over and hugs you tight. "My king" she whispers huskily into your ear, tickling you with her hot breath. With that, something seems to explode in both of you simultaneously. With nary a glance exchanged, you both begin to strip furiously, and you drop the guttering torch in your haste. Despite that, you easily find each other in the darkness. "Gently" Kesa coos as you lay her in the grass, reminding you of your unborn. Slowly yet intensely you enter your pregnant lover, careful to avoid the bulge in her stomach. You go slow but deep, and Kesa's body reacts with its characteristic enthusiasm. Her stifled whimpers and cries of pleasure only spur you on more, and you bury your cock deeply into the tight warmth of the peasant slut. Your hips pump until all of your length is buried inside, which causes the sensitive Kesa to orgasm. Unable to hold back, your excess virility erupts, spilling forth against her cervix. You stay linked for some time, basking in the afterglow and feeling proud of your fertility.

Having reconciled emotionally and physically, you get up without another word and slink back to your respective homes.