Travelling to Beatha

The redhead whore gags on your cock as your carriage rolls across a snowswept vista. Your mother had hired her again, this time for the entire duration of the Contests, had her hidden in your carriage as you prepared to depart. Truly an auspicious start to what promised to be an exciting couple of weeks in your life.

You hold her head in place as you come, shooting your seed into the lass's mouth, violently bucking your hips against her face. If she thought you less of a man because of your... impairment, that ought to set her straight.

"An honour to serve, your majesty." She says, once you've released your firm grip on the back of her skull.

"I could get used to that." You chuckle, stroking her hair. "W-what's your name, whore?"

"Vanessa, Majesty." She answers. Her accent is unusual to your ear. Most likely she was of lower birth, given just enough of an education once her physical... assets presented themselves that she might be in a man such as yourself's presence without dishonouring him.

"Well, Vanessa." You say, pulling the half-naked girl up and holding her close. "H-hope you're ready. I plan to fuck you senseless on this little trip."

Vanessa coos in delight at the thought of that.

"I'll keep my cunny warm for you, Majesty" the redheaded vixen purrs. Of course, fingers crossed, you'll be able to find some other excitement up in the cold valley. You'd always wanted to try a Beathan girl. Rumour had it they were as hellacious in between the furs as they were on the battlefield, axe and shield in hand.

"S-see that you do." You tell her. "Who knows, maybe I'll put my bastard in you."

You're toying with her. You've no plans to impregnate this girl in particular, but the way you live your life, no doubt it'll only be a matter of time before you leave a few lasses with child. Harmless enough if the wenches in question are lowborn girls and whores. Why it might even reflect well on you, a sign of your virility. Still, with twats with land attached to their names, you'll have to be more careful. Until you can solidify your rule, at the very least.