of course

What you should be thinking is that if you say no, it will create a political nightmare, but no, all you can think is that two smoking hot women are practically begging to be fuck, leaving you speechless. But your cock answer for you; it grows hard and long enough that it pokes pass Queen Beatrice wet pussy lips.

"oh ..oh Princess Elizabeth, I think he is eager for some royal secrets." She wiggles herself on top of your shaft. "I'll take this as a yes." She could take it as whatever she wanted, your cock has a mind of its own, and it's going to go where it wanted to go. Ever so slowly, she simultaneously rolled her nightgown off her body while rolling her hips forward, pushing your cock inside her. Behind Beatrice, you can see that her daughter is following suit in stripping down. With two sexy naked women in front of you, your cock grows so hard it is almost painful. "Don't worry; your candidates will take good care of you" Elizabeth reaches under her mother's naked ass and fondles your balls.

Queen Beatrice moans, "now my king, don't go cumming, you haven't reached my cervix yet " You look down at and see that even though you get a large amount of pleasure, she still has only taken half of your cock. It occurs to you that the dance for her may have been a battlefield, but the bed is trenches, the front lines per se. Its where she secured and maintained her victory. Being good at the dance floor got her in the door, but if she ever lost skill in the bed, she would be back batting of women on the dance floor again. As a result, over her years as Queen, she perfected her skills on the dance floor and, most importantly, her expertise in the bed. In fact, now, from what little personal experience you have with her, you can attest that her skills in the bedroom vastly outshine her already impressive skills on the ballroom dance floor. Now she was using every one of those skills on you. She slowly inches her wet snatch up your cock, allowing her walls to do there work on you. She uses the art of a woman to tease you all the way down. She would push down and inch and a half before pulling back an inch. Princess Elizabeth released your balls and walk-up beside you "come on, my king, you know you want to touch her. She is your candidate, so run your hands all over her body as she fucks you." She grabs your hands and pulls them up to your mother's tits. "Like this." She uses your hand to gently pinch and twist Queen Beatrice nipples through her incredibly thin nightgown. "That's it, my king, we are your candidates, and until that changes, our bodies are here for our pleasure."

In the last logical thought you had for the night, you realize that both of these women are amazingly convincing. They know that in order to keep their place in society, they need you to be ok with impregnating them, and they are now using both their words and their bodies to make you forget that you are related.