Considering marriage

One night, you climb into bed, thoroughly fatigued from another siring in the stables. Kesa, now known in the court as your go-to mistress, waits on you diligently.

Already curvaceous, the tan girl has filled out even more with pregnancy. "Good job, lover" she says, pulling your pants down as you lay in bed. She takes your flagging cock gently in her mouth, cleaning off the remains of your tryst dutifully. Her belly has gotten bigger, this being her fourth month, but she doesn't let it get in her way.

"Kesa," you say, in a bit of a haze, "what if we were to be wed?"

She looks up at you, mouth still full of cock, but eyes full of surprise.

"How?" she says, breaking off her work. "I am not noble. The scandal would be too great." Even though her Almain has improved, she prefers to keep it simple.

"Well, is it so hard to make you a noble?" you ask.

She goes back to work a while longer, but you know the crafty peasant is thinking, even as she lovingly pleasures you with her eager tongue. Without warning, she sucks hard, then pulls off with an audible pop, almost making you cum then and there.

"What if you take some new land? Then you give it to new people, make them nobles. Make my dad a noble, even just a count, and that should be enough!"

While it's rather cynical to declare a war for such things, nobles have fought for pettier reasons before. It would probably work too. That's the last thing you think, at least, before Kesa practically sucks out your soul.