You fuck the widow throughout your stay

The air in the bedroom remains thick with the scent of their shared exertion. You lie atop Ursula, as both of you enjoying the euphoric feeling of climax.

"You said you would pull out," she whispers, though there is no bite in her voice. Her legs are still locked firmly around your waist, holding your spent length deep inside her.

"I said I promised to pull," you correct her with a lazy, satisfied grin. "I just didn't say when. Besides, your not that eager to let me leave.*

Ursula laugh softly. "I suppose I am. It has been a very long time since I felt... claimed like that. You are a dangerous man, Your Majesty."

"Dangerous? Or just thorough?" You push up on your elbows, looking down at her flushed face. "I meant what I said. You are exquisite."

"But what if your seed takes root? I am an old woman by the world's standards."

"Then we shall have a beautiful, strong bastard to add to your family," you reply, leaning down to nip at her earlobe. "But let’s not worry about the 'what ifs' yet. We have a few days before I must depart, and I intend to make use of every hour."

"Every hour?" She arches an eyebrow, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes. "Even a young king must sleep eventually."

"Sleep is for those who aren't in the company of a woman like you." You move against her, "I think we should see if we can reach that number seven we discussed."

The following days are a blur of indulgence. Every secret meeting follows the same intoxicating pattern, as you fuck the widowed noble who acts proper and primp normally, only to be more wanton then a whore in bed.

"Again?" she gasps on the second night, her back arched against the headboard as you guide yourself back into her.

"Until I am certain you won't forget the feeling of me in you," you growl, driving deep. Each time, you ignore the urge to withdraw, choosing instead to fill her to the brink, reveling in the taboo thrill of potentially marking her family line with your own.

By the final morning, Ursula looks revitalized, a certain glow in her skin that wasn't there before.

As you and your retinue prepare to leave, she and the rest of her family are there to send you off. "You are leaving today," she says softly.

"I am. The 'family problem' is settled, but I may have found a reason to return to these lands far more often than I intended."

"We shall be waiting,"

When you're sure everyone else are not looking at your face, you look at her stomach and grinned lecherously. "I pray this year's harvest is abundant," you say.

Ursula blushes. "I hope so as well."