Franz Karl and Alana's Night

"Is it done?" Franz Karl whispered. They were alone in Alana's room.

Alana replied with a grin, "In time, good King. The fool doesn't know what's about to hit him. He'll be dead soon enough."

"You are a dangerous woman, Queen Alana. Not many would ever consider you a threat."

"The benefits of being a woman I guess, your majesty."

"Hmph, I had I known of you and what you were capable of when I was a younger man, I would have married you. The children you and I could have had." Franz Karl chuckles.

"I was not a dangerous woman yet when we were both younger. But still, you and I can still make children." Alana tells him.

"And make a cuckold out of my cousin?" Franz Karl says dumbfounded. "Don't even suggest it. I am no morally upright man. I am capable and willing to do the most deplorable of actions to get my way if necessary. But family... I hold family to a high degree. I have plenty of children. Legitimate or otherwise and I look after them in any way I can. As expected of a father."

"The boy king will be much like you then. His seeds spreads wide."

"Whether he becomes a good father is yet to be determined. But it would make me proud to see him be a good father to all his children."

"Careful now. You're starting to sounds like his father." Alana teases.

"I have plenty of children. But he is not one of them and I am not his father. Of that you can be certain of." Franz Karl clarifies. “I remember the face and name of every woman I have ever taken to bed. Even more so when they birth my child.”

“And how many children do you have, your Majesty? A dozen or two?”

“More than that.” He replies. “My bloodline will never die.”

Alana smirks back at him, “But your name might. Blood is an abundant resource. A name is selective. So are we going to keep talking or are we going to get busy?" Alana puts the sheets off her bed to reveal a naked and blindfolded Lucilla.

"My, my, what did you do with her?" Franz Karl asks with great curiosity.

Alana replies simply, "You don't want to know." with a smile. Alana gets into position with Lucilla's head resting on her lap. "Lucilla, be a dear and spread your legs for the good king. He's going to fuck you now." She pulls the blindfold off, "Or do you oppose."

"No! No, my Queen. I happily serve you and I'll do anything you ask."

Alana smiles down at her sex slaves and strokes Lucilla's face playfully. "That's a good girl. Now watch as he makes a cuckold out of your husband and impregnates you with his child. A child which," Alana shrugs, "you'll pass off as your husband's own."

Unlike most men, Franz Karl does not like fucking young girls who have just became women. No, Franz Karl preferred women closer to his age. The young King of Ostgrenze does not need to fear Franz Karl making a cuckold out of him. "I would never make a cuckold out of family but..." He plays with Lucilla’s small breasts while looking at a disappointed Alana, "I'll make a cuckold out of any other man." All the noble ladies in his Kingdom have born his children. Some of them are even the designated heirs.

"But not out of Duke Renard. I'll leave the cuckolding to our young King. There's something intriguing to having that infertile little Queen having a half-sibling from her husband's seed." Franz Karl had nothing against Camilla. Hell he's seen what she can do and is actually quite capable of running a Kingdom minus the military. He actually respects her and her brilliant mind. But that wouldn't stop him from speaking truthful and of course, the girl clearly has a lot more to learn.

"Aww...," Alana feigned disappointment, "looks like I'll have to help myself." Her fingers slip inside Lucilla's pussy.

Franz Karl smiles at the dangerous woman, "Do enjoy yourself, Queen Alana. If we play it right..."

"I know," She smirks at him.