You've Got 99 Problems but... Yeah. 99 problems.

That you're embarrassed to get out of bed is somewhat of a mystery to you. Lydia is standing in the doorway after Princess Elaina has called for her. Her frame, now bulging visibly with life, is barely concealed beneath a transparent and thin gown of off white material. Her perky little nipples, which have become a slightly darker shade of pink, stand at attention just like your dick is below the sheets.

You're naked save for said sheets, though Elaina, under the covers next to you, is not, which is also weird. She seems both to relish the fact that she woke up with your rock hard cock poking her in the crack of the ass as well as a bit put off by the fact that you can't keep from grinding the enormous thing against her as you sleep. She's called Lydia, therefore, to show you the consequences of letting you have your way and to prove the power of such a magically potent rod.

Lydia's hand strokes her belly... Goes up... Tugs one of her nipples... Strokes her belly again... Runs down between her legs, pushing the shift of gown away before going up under to stroke her belly one more time...

"OK ok," You say, pulling more covers up to wad over your dick, "I get it. But that's what you get for putting your butt against me."

You rise early, once Lydia has left, and proceed with getting ready. You're supposed to meet Eleanor and Jane at the stables by daybreak to set off on your quest to Orrel, though you'd be content just to lay in the bed and rub against the Princess until you cum between the sheets. You wonder what she'd say.

The first thing you see when you get to the stables is a small cadre of armed guards, more than half of which are women, waiting for you. Jane and Eleanor mill about between them, but seem to pay them no mind other than answering the odd question here or there. The two of them are deep in conversation, and so you take the moment to stand back and admire the two of them, each contrasting the other. Eleanor's sleek, powerful, though curvacious frame stuffed into her shimmering armor, and Jane, who lacks armor but makes up for the show of curves with an elegant, though simple for a station as high as she holds, dress. Two fat braids, each as big as your wrists, lay over her shoulders, and her green eyes and freckles jerk your breath away again when she turns to you.

"Your Majesty." She says with a curt little bow. Eleanor follows, though without the cuteness in her own bow. "We're going over our final preparations for the days journey. Lady Eleanor was just filling me in that our trip will probably be... Complicated."

"Complicated how?" You ask.

Jane smiles and hands a rolled up parchment map back to the Marshal, who proceeds to unrol it and begin pointing at landmarks around your newly appropriated kingdom.

"Reports from the scouts this morning indicate that the fire goblins may be on the move." The Marshal says. She's glum and matter of fact. "There're also new reports that a breeder beast may be prowling the forest along the border of Orrel, and that Manichian Sexlings are traveling the road looking for good breeding stock..."

You hold your hand up and stop the Marshal from her explanation. She pauses.

"Breeder Beast? Maniac..."

"... Manichian..." She corrects.

"...Manichian Sexlings? What the..."

Your new, smart, worldly brain catches you. Suddenly you remember; in a world where reproduction is paramount and somewhat inhibited, with good breeding stock hard to come by...well, sometimes anything goes. Including using human women for incubators for monster offspring.

"Well, I assume you're working a plan to deal with it all?" You say as you find you composure. She smiles.

"Of course, Your Majesty." She replies.

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The trip is pretty unceremoniously started shortly after that. Jane spins you up on the basics of the journey, that being a few days ride from your new castle to the walls of the city of Orrel, but the roads that direction, while frought with danger, aren't too bad. Conquering armies have made sure they're available for ingress and even egress if necessary to escape a new challenger later.

"And of course, your Majesty, it will give you a good tour of the eastern marches of the Kingdom." Jane says with a smile as she pulls her mount up along side yours. She turns her head and you follow to look back at the column of soldiers behind you. Primarily women. A scattering of older men. A few boys.

"So refresh my memory," You say, "How many times has Tirel been conquered?"

"I'm not sure, your Majesty..." She shrugs. You interrupt long enough to tell her to stop calling you that. "... We've been conquered on and off many times for hundreds of years. A couple of times since my birth just a few decades ago. The constant war... "

"Yes, yes, killed off many of the men." You state.

"Yes. And the monsters, and the poor conditions, it hasn't made things any easier. And now the Kingdom is dying because there are no babies being born. It's only a matter of time before Tirel fades away unless you can do something..."

She stops there. Her fingers come up and trace a line along her collar and then undo one of the top buttons on her blouse. She doesn't look at you. It's more of an **** motion. Your cock stirs in your trousers.

"Oh believe me. I plan to do something about that." You say.

That doesn't come out the way you meant it, but whatever. She flushes only the slightest shade of pink then regains her composure.

"If we can't find food and revenue for the kingdom, we're..." She starts.

"... Fucked." You finish. She flushes again. Without the pressure distributed evenly along multiple buttons, the second one down from the top pops open, revealing only the slightest peak of the top of her cleavage. Your eyes are jerked to it, and she notices, but let's you look with a smile and another flush of pink. Her chest heaves through her bodice.

"Easy now, Lady Jane." Eleanor says, riding up next to the Hand. "Not in front of the troops."

You look back over your shoulder again. Some of the men, and the boys of course, are trying to sneak a peak at what little cleavage Jane has let loose. The girls are looking at you. There's a few of them you wouldn't mind looking at... Without their clothes on...

The sound of thundering hooves catches your attention and you look forward. One of your scouts is returning to the procession in a hurry.

"A war party of Sexlings, your Majesty!" He shouts, pointing back in the direction he has come from. "Maybe two hours ride ahead off one of the forest paths!"