You are interrupted one afternoon...

You sit amid one of these silent spells, allowing Anna to discretely grind on you as you feign trying to remember the events of a scandal involving a count several years ago, when none other than your son stumbles into the room. He wears a wolfish grin that vanishes as soon as he spots you two. Anna makes a squeak and tries to leap up, which you stop her from doing. Marissa pears in through the entryway, an **** and, in your opinion, overacted look of surprise on her face, "Anna!"

You grumble as your daughter jumps to her feet, doe eyes wide, leaving you with an erection that the wrinkles of your trousers only just disguised. Still, you knew this was coming ever since you interrupted your wife's fun several weeks ago. Better this than constantly fearing for your life.

"Such contact with a man is... improper!"

"I'm sorry mother, I thought because it's just me and father-"

"Especially because it's you and your father! I thought better of you."

Your chest is full of a very peculiar blend of emotions as Marissa castigates your daughter: Amusement at your wife's clear enjoyment of turning the tables, a vague sense of embarrassment in spite of yourself as your son looked on in shock, and most of all, empathy for your poor daughter being unfairly judged in front of her family. You want to step in but the thought of your shredded tunic has staid your hand-

"-I did not raise a common whore!"

-so far.

"Marissa!" You step forward, gripping your wife by the shoulder, "That is enough."

"And YOU!"

You tilt your head at your daughter, who takes the opportunity to tearfully flee the room, her still-confused brother following hesitantly.

"Was that really necess-"

"I'M NOT DONE."

Ok.

You let Marissa shout at you for some time before putting an end to her tirade with a childish, albeit deserved, pillow over her face. She bats it away, all appearance of anger lost as she beams up at you, "You let me go on for quite a while."

"It seemed like you were having fun."

"Indeed."

"So are we on even ground now? No more backstabbing when it comes to seducing our respective children?"

"That sounds fair."

"Phenomenal. I have a lot of lost ground to make up. I hope you enjoyed your little performance, you're going to have to keep it up for the next few days to satisfy the gossipers. Especially with the racket you-"

She silences you with a finger to your lips, pressing her chest up against you, "Don't you fret your little head my king, I shall make it a scandalous spectacle."

You groan slightly, not entirely from her other hand tracing your lingering erection through your trousers, and she grins, "Fear not, the court sharks will circle me. They know they won't get a peep out of you." Her hand slips into your pants, "And you'll be free to make your move on dear... sweet... Anna." She punctuates the last few words with lingering kisses.

Then she whirls out of your reach and dances from the room, her manic smile vanishing beneath a dour facade as she passes through the door, leaving you alone with your roaring arousal.

You made a beeline to Vessa, dragging her out of a court matter to mild protests from her companions, and spent the remainder of the day screwing her in every which way that came to mind. She served her purpose wonderfully, endlessly soaking up your lust till the fire Marissa had lit within you had been reduced to smoldering embers. You'd had your doubts when your wife had first reintroduced her into your life but you were quite pleased with your new toy, particularly with how inklings of her original personality peeked through when she was well and truly aroused.Obviously, you had never seen Vessa in a sexual situation until recently but the way the blank malaise that filled her eyes vanished as you held her down and took her, giving way to excitement and a little bit of fear...

Vessa groaned as you hardened once again, your cock pulsing back to life within her pussy. She lay on top of you now, sweaty and exhausted, a testament of just how riled up your demon wife had gotten you. Come to think of it, you really shouldn't be able to still do these kinds of sexual marathons. You smirk, softly stroking Vessa's hair and back, maybe it was a perk of having a succubus for a wife.

You rouse from your musings as a knock sounds at your door, unusually quiet for someone with the need to speak with the king. Odd... perhaps you were just paranoid but... You roll Vessa off your chest, slipping into your 'heavy' robe as you respond, "A moment." Marissa had laughed at the notion of armored nightwear when you'd repurposed a particularly comfortable gambeson several years prior but you'd heard too many stories of kings being stabbed in their beds. Better to be prepared.

Vessa dutifully rose to her feet, responding to your concern by taking a position behind the door and readying her hands for a spell if needed. You nod appreciatively, both to her awareness and the spectacle she presented in her naked battle-stance, your seed leaking down her legs as you reach for the door.