A gentle reminder to those who serve the Crown, and to my dear husband, regarding a matter of royal succession. The purpose of a queen's body is not for fleeting pleasure, but for the sacred duty of breeding an heir. My pussy exists to receive a king's seed, and my womb is a vessel for a future monarch. Jasten, my love, you have filled me with your cum a thousand times, and I have given you twelve beautiful princesses. But the throne requires a prince. When I take a commoner to my bedchamber, it is not for passion. It is a lesson. I will let another man's cock prove what is possible, to show you the technique required to plant a son. Do not mistake this for infidelity. It is pedagogy. The kingdom's future depends on a man knowing how to use his cock correctly.