Sex some more

Dobra looks at your slowly rising dick. "Would you want to do it to me more?"

The newly widowed woman had eagerly accepted your unsheathed cock into her unprotected and defenceless womb and had let you seed her. God she was something and so beautiful; you really want her to get pregnant and bear your war bastard. She would carry it to full term and give birth to it, cementing your total victory against Vetrix. Wonderful!

You cannot help smiling at the beauty in front of you. "You know how to please your man well. I warn you, if I come back to bed, you know I will definitely make you a pregnant widow, don't you?"

Smiling coyly , Dobra holds your gaze. "Let me pleasure you all you want. By tomorrow morning, when I bury my husband, I will tell him that I will bear the child of the man who defeated him, not because I was **** to, but that's the natural order of things."

You approach her. "Which is?"

"I'm now your conquest," Dobra said before she kisses you. "Just as you claim this land yours, please claim me as your spoils as well. And in return, let me spoil you,"

The request is a strong appeal, one that goes beyond it's obvious sexual meaning. This is what Dobra really wants when she gave herself to you.

You kissses her. "I swear, you are mine, together with those that accept me."

"I swear in my name that I'm yours as long as you want me to." Dobra then smiles mischievously. "If you're not careful, my king, I will make it so that you will not be thinking about other women and instead, imagine me instead."

"Oh, what if I have to travel and leave you?"

"Your hand is your trusted friend, then. Every night you're away, you will not be making some other women pregnant. You close your eyes and think of me," Dobra grab your hard rod and begin to stroke it up and down. "While you play with yourself, you call out to me, remembering how good it is being inside of me." She then moves your cockhead to her pussy's lips and then lifts her legs, pushing it inside of her. Despite it being the second time, you still gasp at the sensation. Dobra then cups you face and kiss you, while her legs, wraps around your hips, pull you deeper in her.

"Feel that, my king? My womb where you want to empty your seeds. Before you find your queen who will give you your heir, you're going to sire your bastards in me." The unexpectedly obscene words from the widow underneath you, are driving you towards the edge so fast that you doubt you can hold out. Not wanting to lose out, you keep fucking her, wanting her to cum first. From her expression, Dobra seems to aproach her as well, so it's a matter of who while last. As her hips move up to meet your thrust, Dobra kisses you and whispers, "I'm glad that I'm going to have your bastard."

"Stop it," you say, half begging. ""You're going to make me cum too fast. I want to fuck you a long, long time before I sire my bastard in you."

"Oh, My Majesty, you will fuck me for a long time. You don't think I'm going to give up you to some wench, do you? I'm not let them get close to you, even my own daughters. You're going to stay in my bed for years and we're going to make a lot of bastards, that you will be known as a Bastard Maker."

That is all it takes to push you over the edge. "AHHHGGGHHH!" you grunt, as you squirt your cum deep inside Dobra's vagina. You are sure you are shooting right into her womb, almost guaranteeing that she would become pregnant with your child.