Ask questions before he starts thinking with his cock

Duncan realizes if he doesn’t ask some questions now, all his thinking will be done by his penis.

“First of all, you promised me some more answers,” he says, sitting up, so as to better focus his thoughts. “What do you know about my past, and how is it that you have this information?” The idea that he is not really the son of King Malcolm seems too incredible to believe, but she did accurately describe the birthmark on his inner thigh, so he must at least listen to what she has to say.

Madam Banntrach sighs and sits up. With her topmost set of arms, she attends to her hair, patting at it and removing pieces of straw from when she was laying down. Her bottom two sets of hands, however, begin unbuttoning and removing her clothing with remarkable speed. Duncan is transfixed by the sight and watches, open-mouthed as Banntrach’s breasts become fully exposed and her shapely hips and legs come into view. By the time Banntrach begins to speak, she is standing naked in front of him.

Unembarrassed by her nudity, Banntrach says, “You have already surmised the truth, young prince. You are the son of Queen Caroline, but Malcolm is not your father. You are the bastard son of a wizard. For this reason alone, you will never be king of Mirantia. Now, I have fulfilled my terms, and it is time for you to fulfill yours.”

Banntrach crosses the distance between them with a speed that is astonishing. Before Duncan can respond, the multi-limbed MILF is upon him and is ripping his clothes from his body. He opens his mouth to speak, but before any words can get out, the woman cover his mouth with hers, blocking his words with her probing tongue.

Duncan’s body cannot help but respond. He feels her breasts pressed against him, with two hands running their fingers through his hair, two hands exploring his back and ass, and two hands fondling his cock and balls.

“You may not have a future on the throne,” she says, breaking the kiss long enough to speak, “But you can make sure my line has a future by giving me children to carry on my line.”

She pushes Duncan against the barn wall and pins him there, with one knee lifted up so she can grind her pussy against his stiff rod.

Duncan is so aroused that he momentarily forgets the stunning news of his true lineage. His hands move all over Banntrach’s body, delighting in her full, firm breasts, and her neatly-trimmed patch directly above her inviting vagina.

He feels one of her hands grasp his cock and position it at the entrance between her legs. With a sure thrust he enters her easily and feels her body tense in delight.

They begin their steady mutual thrusting as Duncan continues to run his hands over her body. Although strange at first, he now finds himself strangely turned on by feeling six arms extending from her sides.

He runs his hands over her back and feels something that he realizes is the mark he saw earlier. It isn’t a tattoo or even a birthmark as he first thought. Instead, he feels the raised edges of the mark and traces them. It is more than a triangle; it is actually an hourglass shape.

Suddenly an image comes to mind — hourglass shape on back, and eight limbs, and a widow.... Could he be fucking a humanoid version of a black widow spider?