Play with her

"Looks like we should do it."

Amelie smiles seductively. "Then, that you should."

You approach the girl on the bed and start making out with her. She kisses back enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around you. Even though she is just a lowborn wench, you take time to building up her pleasure, slowly removing her clothes, revealing her naked body to be feasted by your eyes. You withdraw to take in the sight, and the remove your own clothing. Your rigid length is ready, but not yet. You return to the bed and the two of you are once again locked in a passionate kiss and stroking one another.

"I'm to treat everything like it's the wedding night, right?" you ask after you break the kiss.

"Don't you desire it, Your Majesty? Playing around without any care?" Amelie grins wickedly. "Who knows, you might get me in trouble."

At that provocation, you lost a bit of reasoning and butterfly her legs open, splaying them beneath you as you press your length towards the warmth between her young legs. Amelie gasps as your thick cock pushes past her opening into her waiting depths. Her green eyes hold yours as she grimaces just a little while adjusting the position of her hips before you draw back and then press forth back deep into her once more drawing further seeing breaths as you stretch her body around you. "There, you can tell him I'm not perfect since I play with a wench," you grunt.

"No, you're still one. Fuck me, Your Majesty," Amelie whispers, "Use me for your pleasure."

You obeyed the lowborn's command and begin fucking in earnest, as her warmth pussy welcomes you. As you kiss her, you think that peasants like her are good for fucking. As the two of you rut passionately, making love, a wicked thought begins to spread through your being.

You want to breed the whore.

It's not about responsibility, nor it's what is morally right. It's what comes naturally as a result of fucking. It feels wicked. If you marry Sonya, it will be your responsibility to produce heirs, things you do for your country. But as you keep thrusting into the eager wench beneath you, it's all about wanton lust, a selfish desire to prove your virility.

You continue to mate the lowborn girl, getting the occasional flutter from a new orgasm on her part. Even if it's just fucking, there is no in and out savage thrusting, but more a very gradual and sensual raising of the two of you' feelings and sensations. Amelie orgasms twice due to her heightened sensitivity, while you, strangely, manage to last longer than expected, probably due to wanting to prove yourself. Eventually, you speed up. "I'm cumming in you," you gasp.

"Yes."

You get into the final frenzy, and as you climax, you moan and kiss the peasant as you blasted your seeds into her waiting womb again and again. silently wanting her to get pregnant. God, the peasant is a good fuck. You hope that she will get pregnant and bears your bastard. Meanwhile, Amelie writhes as your orgasm triggers another of her own and both of you moans as your mutual orgasms consumes both of you.