Send him away...

The royal bedchamber was silent, save for Isolde's soft sobs as she lay in bed, her hands protectively cradling her swollen belly. Denric, her secret lover and the father of the child she carried, knelt before her, his head bowed. "My love, I cannot stay. Eadric must not know about us… about the baby."

Isolde looked up, tears streaking her face. "Then go. Until after the child is born. But promise me you'll come back. Promise me you'll be my child's advisor."

Denric met her anguished gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and determination. "I swear it, on my life and my love for you. This child is mine, and I will protect you both, no matter the cost."

He pulled Isolde into a fierce embrace, pouring all his passion and longing into the kiss. She clung to him, ****, knowing this might be their last moment together for a very long time.

Finally, Denric pulled away with a heavy sigh. "I must go, before the guards change shifts. I'll send word when I'm able."

Isolde nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. She watched silently as her lover slipped out of the bedchamber, her heart breaking with each step.

In the weeks that followed, Isolde grew heavy with child, her secret shame and **** desire for Denric's return warring within her. She prayed to the gods that Eadric's frequent drunken stupors would continue, and that no one would discover her treachery.

But as the time of birth drew near, Isolde found herself filled with a ****, clawing fear. What if Denric never returned... slain by the terrible Orc's... What if Eadric discovered the truth? She would be executed, and her child, her beloved bastard, would be left to die with her.

No, she couldn't let that happen. She had to survive, for her child's sake as much as her own. She would endure this torment, bare this bastard, and wait. And if Denric did not come… well, she would deal with that when the time came.

Denric rode hard for days, his loyal steed bearing the brunt of his father's relentless quest for conquest. The borderlands were a treacherous place, rife with bandits and monsters that would gladly cut a man's throat for his coin purse or slit. He had been bred for this life, raised to be a ruthless warrior and cunning strategist.

His thoughts drifted to Isolde as he rode. The memory of their forbidden tryst in the castle gardens still made his loins ache with desire. She was amazingly beautiful and passionate, until his hard cock had plowed her fertile field. The thought that she might now be carrying his child made his heart swell with illicit pride.

Meanwhile, back in the capital, Isolde haunted the temple district, visiting sacred altars and making offerings to the gods. She prayed that her deception would remain undiscovered, for if it were known that she bore the bastard of a minor noble in her womb, it would mean her **** and the ruin of her family.

Yet even as she whispered supplications to the divine, Isolde found herself drawn to the king's bedchamber like a moth to a flame. Each night, she crept through the labyrinthine halls of the palace, her heart pounding, until she stood before the massive wooden doors of the king's sleeping quarters.

She knew it was madness, that she played a deadly game of chance. But the seed of the king's child, planted on their wedding night, had not yet taken root. And Isolde was **** for her secret to remain concealed.

So she slipped into the darkened bed chamber, the guards none the wiser, the courtesans slumbering in their alcoves. Isolde approached the massive four-poster bed where the king lay snoring. She lifted her nightgown and slid a leg over his sleeping form, straddling him.

Gently, so as not to wake him, she lowered herself onto the king's cock. It stirred to life inside her, growing hard against her wet folds. Isolde bit her lip and began to move, riding the king's shaft with increasing urgency. Even through the old King was barren… and could hardly get erect most of the time. All she needed was the illusion that he has sired the bastard baby now growing within her womb… she needed this to work… she needed this to work or else her life was forfeit…