Tell the truth

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Your greedy, cold eyes lock onto your mother's pupils as you say, "Mom, you understand that everything said in here is a state secret, and if it is spoken outside the room, I can not protect you from the swift **** that is coming for you and whoever heard it."

Her eyes never leave the bludge in your pants as if it was already telling her what you are about to say as she says: "Yes, my king."

Your hands gently reach in and cup or bosoms as you pronounce, "Mom, your beauty is known the world around and certainly has not escaped your King's ears. Thus your King very much wants to enjoy the pleasures of your body every possible moment."

As if she fully expects you to say that, she calmly says, "Is that all my king?"

You know that she said that as her way of asking to leave, but now that you have started opening up, you are uncontrollably compelled to continue, "No, it is not. Your King wants your body to only ever know what it is like to have a child from his father's line. Thus King also wishes to use every remaining fertile moment of your life to have your beautiful body secretly sire as many of his bastard kids as possible. This is why he requested Ius Primae Noctis, so his royal seed can beat your new husbands to their destination." You gently place your hand on her stomach as you say 'their destinations' before helping her to her feet. "Now that is all."

Beatrice gives you one final bow, saying, "Thank you, my king, for being honest with your loyal subject." Before quickly running out of the room. Leaving you in the middle of the chamber with a raging hard-on. Your father had nearly countless concubines that could skillfully solve that. And boy, did they try, but each time they 'solved' it within a third of an hour, the images of Beatrice's forbidden perky tits and tight pussy filled your mind causing it to come back. The thought of what you would do in her womb on her wedding night quickly took over your life. It became so much of a problem that you had to shorten all your meetings so that none were longer than fifteen minutes.

It took over so much of your life that after one particular long rut in bed with your father's lead concubine (Lisandra (a woman your mother loved to hate)) she ended up coming out and bluntly asking, "My king, forgive me for the asking, but you want to **** your mother to sire your children and not the children of her new love, don't you?" as she was wiping your cum off her pussy.

You stared at her as if she had just spilled the biggest of secrets. "What did you say?"

Lisandra crossed her legs in front of you, giving you a perfect view of her mature tits. "Forgive me, sire, but it is a King's concubine duty to know what a King lust for and give it so that he can perform his duty without the distractions of lust. From your father, you have inherited a sorted of concubines in all different shapes and sizes that are skilled in every imageable style and position." She wasn't lying, your father wasn't the most prominent man whore around, but he certainly wasn't the least either. "My King, please forgive me but Just from one look at you, I can tell you that none of them have the skills the sate your lust. No, you want something forbidden. And it can't be something as small as siring children with random women. I could have been able to see that, and I would have found women that no one would miss and lined them up outside your bedroom every night until your lust was gone. No, it's got to be something more, and that something was all too easy to figure out once I remember the first time you requested the use of our services."

You quickly cover up your royal jewels behind a robe as you debate what to do with this woman. "If you know this much, why even risk your head by posting the question to your King?"

Even with you threatening her life, Lisandra remains calm as she continues: "My King, my loyalty is to you and you alone, not your kingdom. So your secret is safe with me. But I am required to tell your console how long it would take for us to get your lust under control. Your mother's wedding is in a month and a half, so I will tell them four fortnights so that your secret will be safe."

You are left entirely amazed and awe-struck that Lisandra even knew you planned to invoke Ius Primae Noctis to fuck your mother on her wedding night, allowing her to silently exit your bedroom without any objections from you.

That was the first and last time Lisandra brought that up to you, and to your knowledge, no one else knew, and if they did, they knew better to let you know that they knew. As a result, you are able to anxiously wait the remaining time for your mother's wedding without too many more distractions.

You were so excited that Lisandra insisted that you had one of your father's mistress suck you off every second of the three-day trip to Lothelsabourg (Arch Duke Wilbur's domain and the future site of your mother's wedding) just so that she was sure that you wouldn't jump the gun and get 'too close' to your mother 'too soon'. She would have customarily assigned such a delicate task to herself, but in order to sate your lust, she has rendered herself unable to travel by rendering herself two months pregnant with your child.

Only with one of your father's royal mistress's mouths constantly keeping your balls empty were you able to pay attention to your royal briefings.

Lothelsabourg's capital city of Temz is a magnificent jewel of the area which could rival many full-size nations in splendor. Franz Jacques' family really did some good on their land. But your excitement prevented you from seeing any of it as your unshakable lust had you throat fucking your father's mistress constantly starting about a half day out.

Your father's mistress had just finished vigorously sucking you off one last time before taking her place, hiding in the hidden crawl space, giving you enough time to fix your plants as Arch Duke Wilbur's trumpets played, announcing your arrival.

A beautiful girl around your age waited outside your carriage to greet you.

She had brown hair braided in the style of a crown. Her brown eyes matched her hair. She was definitely of noble birth; her elegant dress indicated as much. But her dress was low cut and revealed the deep cleavage of her copious bosoms. Her slender arms were clothed by her arm gloves. Her petticoat hid her lower limbs. She had a figure that was like an hourglass. Her posterior wasn't as prominent, though. Not that it disappoints you.

"You must be the King of Ostgrenze." She smiles. You smile in turn, "I am." You take her hand and kiss it. "But I am at a disadvantage. I do not know you."

"Jacqueline, good King. I am the daughter of the Arch Duke."

Understanding your conditional, Sir Dietrich steps between you and your soon-to-be step-sister, "Lady Jacqueline, please excuse my rudeness, but it has been a long three-day journey, and my King is going to need a rest before the ceremonies."

Lady Jacqueline bowed, which gives your guards a chance the sneak your father's mistress out the back side of the carriage. Unknown to your party, the telltale sounds on female heals in the gravel were enough to tell her that you brought a mistress and were planning on fucking her before the wedding. "Oh, I am sorry. Your chamber has been made up to the right of my father's and the left of Lady Beatrice."

Sir Dietrich "He is to sleep between their Chambers?"

Lady Jacqueline: "Yes, we place him there so that your King could ensure that the Bride and Groom do not bed before the ceremony has concluded. It was our understanding that it was your King's wish it to be such."

Sir Dietrich was caught entirely off guard as Lisandra has kept your secret about your mother from him, as you wished. However, he still tried to play too cool. "Yes, we just did not expect you to go through such measures to gain prove your loyalty."

Lady Jacqueline: "My father wishes his relationship and position inside your country to be long and fruitful. Now my handmaid will guild you to your chambers."

You had your cock carelessly stuffed inside your father's mistress's pussy within seconds of entering your chamber. You already planned on breeding one woman this trip, and you really didn't care if you bred a second one.

The wedding was the following day, but your controllable lust made it so that you didn't leave your bed until just minutes before it was time for you to prepare for the ceremony.

Your eyes never felt your mother as she walked down the aisle in a long white ball-style wedding gown. In fact, your eyes never left her the whole ceremony as your mind constantly pictured different things you wanted to do to her in a few short hours.

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Your lust only allowed you to wait a few minutes till a few minutes after dusk before it made you sneak out of your chambers and the new Bride and Groom's Chambers.

You find your mother sitting on her bed dressed in her wedding gown with her lady-in-waiting (Sophie) standing to her left, completely naked and bare. Her long, auburn hair was the only thing hiding her nipples from view. But the circumference was plain for you to see. One hand clamped over her womanhood. She was blushing furiously. Her cute and mousy face red, and even her upper chest flared.

The new husband, Arch Duke Wilbur, however, was noticeably missing from the room. Her eyes never leave the bulge in your pants as she says, "I am planning on having a child soon. But I am also sharing some of the responsibilities of my husband. I helped your father administer Ostgrenze, so it is only natural I help your stepfather administer Lothelsabourg and thus indirectly help you administer Ostgrenze as well. For that, I will need help. I cannot do it alone."

You want to say, 'I'll get you as much help as you need with raising MY child,' but you bite your tongue due to your mother's handmaid still in the room. So you just say, "you'll get help, mother. Taking care of a country or any piece of land isn't easy."

"I wasn't done yet." She quickly quips as a stupid attempt to hide her nervousness. You are both well aware of what you came here to do tonight, and she is not happy about it. "As I was saying, I will need help in taking care of my future babies, and I will need a wet nurse."

"I'm sure one or two can be found easily." You remark as you slowly walk toward her in an attempt to secretly tell her that looking for help won't get her out of what is about to happen.

"That is true. The world does not lack women who have recently born children. But what the world does lack is women who have recently born children who can be trusted. Trusted like Sophie here." She quickly grabs Sophie's arm and pulls her between you two. "Sophie and I have discussed this all day, and she has agreed to conceive your child so that her breasts will produce milk to not only nurse the child she bears but for mine as well."

You remain silent as you fill with frustration as you realize that your mother intended to have you bed her Lady-in-waiting tonight and not herself.

"What, don't tell me you do not find Sophie attractive?!" Beatrice demands.

You step to the side so that you can see your mother as you reply, "Arch-Duchess Beatrice, I will gladly provide what is necessary to make your Lady-in-waiting into your wet nurse, but only after we do what we discussed."