The weight of this crown feels heavier when I consider the lies I must tell, the expectations I must betray, all for the truth of my heart. They speak of heirs, of lineage, of duty. But my deepest duty is to him, to the one whose soft cunt I long to fill, whose womb I ache to impregnate with my seed. Every thrust would be an act of defiance, a testament to a love they deem unnatural. I fantasize about seeing his belly swell, carrying my child, a living, breathing symbol of our unbreakable bond. To feel his tight hole grip my cock, to hear him cry out as I cum deep inside, claiming every inch of him, body and soul. Let them whisper their disapproval; my truth is in the wet heat between his legs, and the future I yearn to build within him. He will bear my mark, and my seed, no matter what.