You still have enough to ensure she is knocked up

Pulling Relia up so that she is now kneeling on the bed like you, you continue to pump her used cunt while hugging her from behind. Unlike before, you now have a more grounded sense of purpose in fucking this ex-Lady of Athenapolis. You are the master of this estate now, and so you will need an heir, a son. Maybe even several sons to spread your bloodline. Who would be better suited to give you these sons, to become your broodmare, rather than the former mistress of the house?

Such thoughts somehow amuse you. Relia is now your sex **** and no longer a noblewoman, and yet at the same time by becoming your sex **** she manages to technically retain her status as the mistress of the estate, quite literal on the mistress part even. You still remember how Relia once described the presumed fates of her aristocratic friends. The finest young women of the city's great families **** to marry the very rapists who violated them as the city fell; these once privileged young ladies used by their conquerors to birth their sons as part of the new aristocracy. A sex **** and yet mistress of the house. It's such an entertaining thought that you and Relia are now part of that exact scenario. A new noble and his ****-mistress.

"****-Lady Relia... Or maybe ****-Mistress Relia. I like the sound of it." You muse loudly as you thrust your cock inside Relia's pussy, your hands busy with her breasts and clit.

She is almost constantly cumming now, but the blonde woman still find in herself the power to speak. "But, Master, what if I give you daughters instead of sons? Not everyone can be blessed with only sons."

What Relia says is sensible. Even if she is your woman, a **** is still a ****, and your children will technically be bastards. You pause as you fuck this former lady in her own estate. With a mother as beautiful as Relia is you can be pretty sure that any of her daughters would be just as fine. Your sons could be recognized as your heirs if you proceed with the legal recognition, your daughters though ... well they will await the same fate of their mother. Except...

"It's perfect then. My sons will need pleasure slaves of their own once they come of age. Who can be more fitting than their own sisters?" You wickedly say.

"N-No, t-that is just... Ooooohhhhh!!!" Relia cums pretty hard at the thought of birthing such incestuous brood, her hands gripping your arms for purchase.

It's not such a strange thought, you sometimes heard about royalties marrying their own siblings to 'keep the bloodline pure'. Hell, you are pretty sure some commoners too poor to afford a proper wedding or tribesmen living in the middle of nowhere also practice it, just taking whatever women of age they find as their wives. That the women most conveniently available are their own sisters or cousins is not a concern for those wild horsemen. Now that you entertain the thoughts, your parents might also be one such case. Gods know your Father would fuck anything with a pussy, you wouldn't put it past him to carry off his own sister as soon as his first hatchling was old enough to fly.

"Rejoice, Relia, there is no need to fear what shall happen to our future daughters. After all, who will be more suited to protect and care for them than their own brothers? No need to sell them off to the highest bidder like any other filthy noble families might. Our bloodline will always stay united... And... You... Shall... Be... Its... Matriach!" You declare now as each word is accompanied by a thrust as deep as you can into Relia's womb, your hands pulling her body towards your cock.

Relia turns her head and kisses you deeply as both of you cum, moaning depravedly into your mouth. If your seeds haven't taken hold in her womb before this, this one should ensure she is properly knocked up with the first of your bastards.

Coming down from the climax, both of you lie upon the bed, Relia's head on your hairy chest as you hug her.

"What you said about our future children... You're serious, aren't you, Korban?" Relia asks, calling you with your name instead of 'Master'.

Nodding, you reply. "I will be damned before selling our daughters, bastards or not, to the highest bidder. Better give them to my sons."

Moaning at the image, Relia just buries her head deeper into your chest. She might be repulsed by the thought, but you know she can't help but feeling excited from it. You will teach your sons how to be Riders, and she will teach your daughters how to please their brothers.

You are content in lying down on here with your woman in your arms, but now that you have christened this bed properly, it's time to finally start your new job in managing this estate.