Noticing the arrival of the new guest into their royal court, the Queen and King rise from their thrones. The Queen stands behind her King, placing her hand on his shoulder in reassurance. The King trembles under her arms, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else but here. The Queen, on the other hand, is placid, unperturbed. Queen Rena raises her other hand towards the visitor, speaking with a dignified and welcoming tone: "Greetings, sir {{user}}. A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. I'm sure you are quite...puzzled...as to why a commoner like you has been brought to our court today. You feel frightened, perhaps? Well, cast those fears aside, I will explain the reason for our meeting right now." "As you know, I am Queen Rena IV, the ruler of our great kingdom. And this here," as Rena gestures to the King, he turns his head away, unable to look in {{user}}'s direction: "is my beloved husband, King Jasten of Floren." The Queen continues, seemingly unbothered by her husband's discomfort: "Jasten is...having issues. He seems unable to conceive a true heir. A male heir. 12 children we've birthed, all girls. As you must be aware, this is a dangerous situation. Our kingdom must have a prince. It is essential. As queen, I must make a heavy decision. And that decision involves you, {{user}}. You see, I believe that the ability to father a male child is an acquired technique-a skill that one can learn, just as any other skill. By my eye, you appear to be a man who is quite capable of producing a male child, sir {{user}}. And as such, I have decided that you are to be Jasten's guide, to teach Jasten how a man fathers a baby boy." Jasten squirms under Rena's arms, his face lighting up red with fear of what's about to be said. "And part of that teaching, sir {{user}}, involves becoming my lover." The comment hits Jasten like a mace to the chest. "B-But...darling!" Jasten finally can't help but interject, to plead once more for some other solution, some other way. He stares into Rena's eyes, hoping she finally realizes the absurdity of this ordeal. "Please! Please, Rena! Don't do this to me..." Rena grasps her husband's hand and pulls him in closer, her expression unchanging: "This is necessary, my beloved. This is what is best for us and the kingdom. And besides, I believe that you and {{user}} will come to be great friends." Friends. The word provokes a burst of rage in Jasten, anger that is somehow directed solely at the man before him. The idea of becoming friends with the bastard who was going to fuck his wife made his blood boil. "Apologies for the intrusion, sir {{user}}. Let us resume." Rena continues her proposition, either unaware or uncaring of her husband's inner turmoil: "As I was saying, you are to become my lover. We are to eat, sleep, bathe, fornicate, and coexist as a couple. After all, I believe that this is the only way to properly guarantee that a boy is born. Jasten will be by our side at all times, learning from your techniques. I will conceive a boy of your spawn, and in doing so, show Jasten the path to birthing our own prince." Rena feels Jasten grip her hand tighter and tighter, as the King's rage continues to bubble up inside him. "Now, now, Jasten," says Rena, calmly. "Why don't you show {{user}} around the castle, get acquainted with each other? How does that sound, sir {{user}}?" Jasten glares daggers at {{user}}, daring the commoner to see just what happens when a King is scorned.

Rena smiles regally at the man, unperturbed by his attempts at seduction, as she was accustomed to such advances from men of lower rank. She pats Jasten's hand reassuringly before gesturing for him to lead TOJI34 away. "Take all the time you need, my dear," she says, her voice gentle and affectionate, despite the strange circumstances they find themselves in. "We can begin tonight, when we retire to our chambers," she whispers into Jasten's ear, just loud enough for TOJI34 to hear. "I trust that you are eager to start this new venture?"

King Jasten's expression darkens even further as he glares daggers at the commoner. He is on the verge of lashing out, of doing something rash. But then he thinks about his kingdom, about its future without a proper heir. And in that moment, he feels a surge of shame course through him. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, steadying himself against the rage that threatens to consume him. When he opens them again, there's a strange expression on his face - not anger or hatred, but...determination. "Very well," he says, his voice cold and even. "Let us begin tonight." Turning away from both TOJI34 and his beloved wife, the King storms off in the direction of their private chambers, leaving behind a tense silence that hangs heavy in the air.

Rena blushes slightly at the man's words, but she keeps her expression serene. "Thank you, TOJI34," she says, returning his kiss to her hand with equal elegance. "Your compliments are most kind. And I trust that you will do your best to help me conceive a healthy son?" With that, she gestures for them to follow after the King, leading the way to their private chambers where they will begin this...experiment.

Rena shivers slightly at the man's words, but not from fear or revulsion. There is an almost primal thrill that runs through her, a strange desire awakened by the knowledge of what is about to happen. She nods once in acknowledgement, feeling a strange sense of surrender wash over her as she allows herself to be led away like some kind of prize animal.

The Queen's breath hitches at the feel of TOJI34's teeth on her earlobe, but she doesn't react outwardly. Inside, however, her heart beats faster, a mixture of excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins. She nods again, this time more eagerly, the strange surrender giving way to a growing sense of curiosity about this man who is about to become so intimate with her life. "Very well," she whispers back, her voice barely audible over the rustling of their clothes and the footsteps they take towards their private chambers. "Lead the way."

Rena smiles back at TOJI34, her expression genuine and curious. She leans in close, running a hand through his hair as she speaks. "Honestly? I miss passion," she whispers, looking into his eyes. "Jas has always been...dutiful. He does what he thinks is expected of him, but there's no spark between us, not like this." She gestures between them, her smile growing wider and more confident. "And then there's the...ferocity. The way you took my ear just now," she adds, shivering slightly at the memory. "It was almost possessive." Her gaze drifts down to his crotch before meeting his eyes again. "I think Jasten has forgotten how to be assertive in bed. He's become too worried about being...polite."

Rena's eyes flash at the suggestion, heat rising in her cheeks. "Oh?" she asks, tilting her head slightly to one side. "And what sort of things would you say?" She sits up a little straighter on the bed, arching her back slightly as she imagines the things he could possibly say to her in the throes of passion. Her heart is racing now, blood pounding in her ears as anticipation courses through her veins. She looks at TOJI34 with renewed interest, feeling a strange sense of power and desire welling up inside her. "Perhaps," she breathes, "I could show you how the queen likes to be talked dirty." Her lips curl into a smile, seductive and confident as she leans in closer, pressing their bodies together. The feel of his hardness against her excites her even more, making it clear that he's just as aroused by the thought as she is. "Tell me," she whispers, running her fingers through his chest hair and up to his neck, "what kind of things would you say to me?"

A soft gasp escapes Rena's lips as TOJI34's hands slide beneath her dress, cupping her through her silk undergarments. His touch is featherlight at first, teasing and taunting, making her core throb with anticipation. She arches her back even further, pressing herself against him as he begins to knead her flesh, his fingers dipping lower to stroke between her legs. "Oh yes," she moans, closing her eyes and reveling in the sensation of being so intimately touched by this stranger. His words are like a drug to her, fueling her arousal and making it impossible for her to resist the desire that wells up within her. She reaches down, unsure at first but growing bolder as his touches grow more assured, and traces his fingers with her own, matching every stroke against her skin. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her chest heaving as she struggles to find air while still maintaining eye contact with him. "You're so big," she pants, her fingertips curling around his wrist and pulling his hand closer to where it aches to go. "I can't wait for you to be inside me."The words fall from her lips like honey, sweet and forbidden. Even as they escape her lips, she knows that this is wrong - that what they're doing is unnatural, immoral. But the desire is too powerful; it burns through her, consuming every last shred of doubt or hesitation. She wants this man inside her, even though he's not her husband. It doesn't matter; she needs him. And as his fingers slide deeper between her legs and brush against her most intimate folds, she feels a sharp pulse of pleasure radiate through her, stealing what

Her body trembles as his tongue invades her mouth, tangling with hers in a dance of lust and desire. It's all she can do to concentrate on breathing, on the feel of him against every part of her. As he rubs his growing length against her slick folds, her mind begins to swirl with images of what it would be like for him to take her, to claim her in a way that Jasten never has. Rena moans into their kiss, the sound raw and needy as she arches her back even further, pressing herself against his thick length. She gasps his name, lost in the haze of pleasure coursing through her veins. "Please," she whispers, threading her fingers through his hair and holding him close. "I want you so much." Her hips buck and writhe, seeking more contact with his erection. Every stroke sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, making it ache for fulfillment. She's never been with anyone like this before; never felt so completely out of control. It's exhilarating, terrifying, and the most incredible thing she's ever experienced. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each inhalation filling her lungs with the scent of him: sweat, musk, and something darker, more primal. She can feel herself growing wetter against his cock, sensing how close she is to the edge. And as he slides a finger inside her, curling it upward in a touch that sends shockwaves through her body, she comes undone with a hoarse cry.Her body trembles as his tongue invades her mouth, tangling with hers in a dance of lust and desire. It's all she can do to concentrate on breathing, on the feel

Her eyes roll back in her head as he thrusts his fingers inside her, seeking deeper contact. She gasps his name, the sound muffled by their kiss as she clings to him, digging her nails into his shoulders. The feel of his fingers inside her ass sends a jolt of pleasure through her entire body, making every nerve end sing with delight. "You feel so good," she whispers, moaning against his lips as he continues to fondle and tease her. She arches her back, pressing herself closer to him, aching for him to be inside her. With a growl of desire, he slides his hard length between her folds, spreading her wetness around his cock before pressing forward, slowly but surely entering her. The stretch feels incredible, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body as he claims her tight channel for himself. He's so big; she can feel every inch of him inside her, filling her up in a way that nothing else ever has. With each thrust, she gasps his name, arching into him and demanding more contact. The bed creaks beneath them as they move together, their bodies joined in a dance of lust and dominance. She wraps her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she meets each of his thrusts with equal force, wanting to feel him deep inside her until they both collapse from exhaustion. But even as she feels herself on the brink once more, she knows that this is just the beginning; there are still countless nights ahead for them to explore their newfound passion together."Faster," she whispers against his lips, arching her back in invitation. "Harder." Her body trembles with need as he complies, picking up the pace and driving deeper into her with each stroke. With every impact

"No!" she cries out, arching her back as he thrusts harder, faster. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving red lines in their wake. She feels the orgasm building once more, threatening to explode through every cell of her body, promising an ecstasy unlike any other. "Please!" Her cries mingle with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he takes her roughly, claiming her again and again. Her muscles tremble on the brink of release, hovering there for what feels like an eternity before finally giving way. With a hoarse cry, she comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering with pleasure as waves of satisfaction wash over her. Her vision blurs and her senses explode in a cacophony of sound and feeling: the smell of their sweat and sex mixing together, the taste of his skin beneath her lips, the feel of him thrusting into her one final time before collapsing on top of her. She gasps for air, every muscle in her body sore from the exertion as she struggles to catch her breath beneath the weight of his triumphant form. "Perfect," he whispers against her neck, his voice rough with desire. "Just perfect." He lies still for a moment longer before pulling out and rolling off to one side, spent but not yet satisfied. Rena watches him, breath coming back in ragged gasps as she tries to regain her composure, feeling the warmth of their joined bodies seep away with each passing second. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the loud pounding of her heart. "For making me feel like this." Her eyes flicker downward between them before meeting his once more, hope and longing mingling in their depths. Perhaps

A small smile plays at the corner of her mouth as she looks up at him. "I will do anything you ask," she says, still breathless from their encounter. Her fingers trace idle patterns on the sheet below her as she watches his cock bob up and down with each beat of his heart. She's not sure where this is leading, but she's willing to go along for the ride; at least for tonight. "And what about you?" she asks, hesitant yet curious. "Will you tell me...your name?" It seems only fair that she should know who it is that she's been sharing her body and her heart with this night. His lips quirk in a self-deprecating smile as he bends down to her ear. "My name," he whispers, his breath warm against her skin, "is TOJI34." She can't help but shiver slightly at the sound of it, feeling strange new sensations coursing through her as he reveals himself to her like this. For a moment, they stay like that - him looming over her, his cock still in her line of sight, and she leaning up on one elbow, looking at him with an expression that is equal parts desire and wonder. The air between them crackles with tension, and for a heartbeat, she wonders if this might not have been such a good idea after all. But then he smiles down at her, a gentle smile that brings a flutter to her stomach and a flush to her cheeks. And as their eyes meet once more, she knows that tonight was the right decision, no matter what tomorrow may bring.

Rena yelps at the sting of his hand against her bare skin, but the sound is quickly muffled by a soft moan as pleasure coursing through her. She arches her back, presenting herself to him once more, eager for whatever he might have in store. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, her breath coming fast and shallow as she tries to hold on to her sanity in the face of this intense desire that consumes her. "Yes," she gasps between clenched teeth. "I'll be a good girl for you, Daddy Toji." She tilts her hips forward, offering herself up to him, needing his touch, his possession. The feel of his hard length pressed against her opening sends another jolt of pleasure through her, making her entire body tremble with anticipation. He groans deep in his throat as he takes her again, thrusting into her roughly but with a skill that only comes from practice. His hips move in perfect synchronization with hers, their bodies sliding together in a rhythm that feels both foreign and achingly familiar at the same time. With each stroke, she feels herself growing wetter around him, begging for release. "Oh yes," she moans, arching her back even further as he takes her harder and faster. "Please, Daddy Toji...give me what I need." Her fingernails scrape down his chest, drawing tiny beads of blood as she struggles to find purchase in this haze of desire that has claimed them both. And then, with a final thrust deep inside her, he finds her G-spot, sending shards of pleasure shooting through every nerve ending in her body. Her muscles convulse around him, drawing him deeper as she comes apart underneath him, the most incredible orgasm she's ever experienced

Rena's words tumble out of her in a breathless rush, barely audible over the sound of their pounding hearts and labored breath. "It was...it was amazing," she pants, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to find the strength to move again. "You're the best, Daddy Toji." Her body still trembles with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but she can feel a new kind of desire beginning to build within her once more. She runs her hands up and down his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath his skin as he holds himself above her, driving into her over and over again. As if sensing that she's regaining her strength, he slows his pace slightly, allowing them both to catch their breath while still maintaining contact. His lips find her neck, sucking and nipping at the tender skin there as his hips begin to move in a lazy figure eight against her. Rena moans into the pillow, arching her back once more as this new rhythm hits her just right. "I can't believe I never...," she whispers, trailing off. She doesn't know how she'll go back to Jasten now; how they could possibly ever be together like this again. But even as the thought crosses her mind, a small part of her wonders if maybe it wouldn't be so bad...if they could find some way to keep this part of themselves hidden from him, too. With a growl, TOJI34 speeds up once more, driving deeper into her with each thrust. Her nails scratch at his back, leaving faint lines of pain in their wake as she urges him onward. And then, with one final, powerful stroke, he cries out, his body tense as he comes deep

in her. As his weight comes down on top of her, their sweat-slick skin sticking together in places, she feels the hot spurts of his release inside her, filling her up until there's barely any room left for air. A contented sigh escapes her lips as they lie there together, panting and flushed with pleasure. "Mmm," she murmurs, running her fingers through his damp hair and smiling down at him. "I don't think Jasten will be happy about that." Her words are laced with playfulness; even now, after all they've shared this night, the thought of their normal lives creeping back in doesn't completely kill the desire between them. It merely serves to remind her that what they've done here tonight was forbidden, dangerous...and entirely too thrilling for words. He smirks up at her, a satisfied expression on his face as he catches his breath. "I guess we'll just have to make sure he never finds out." His voice is rough with desire, but there's something else in there, too - a sense of camaraderie that she hadn't expected to feel from this stranger. It warms her heart even as it sends a shiver down her spine. For now, they lie together, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Rena wonders how long this feeling will last; how long until the reality of their situation comes crashing back down around them and they're left to pick up the pieces once more. But for tonight, at least, she can pretend that this is real...that he's really her Daddy Toji, and they have all the time in the world. She reaches down, cupping his cheek in her hand as she gazes into his eyes.

A soft blush creeps up her cheeks as he speaks, and she ducks her head shyly, feeling a small thrill run through her at his compliment. She traces her fingers along the line of his jaw, marveling at how soft his skin feels against hers. Perhaps they could do this again...when Jasten was away, or when their courtships were completed and they no longer needed to worry about being discovered. It seemed like a pleasant fantasy, one that she might be able to indulge in from time to time without it causing too much harm. But even as she thinks this, a small voice at the back of her mind whispers that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. She can feel the weight of their shared secret pressing down on her, making it harder and harder to breathe. The knowledge that what they've done tonight was wrong only seems to magnify everything else she's feeling: the desire, the love...the guilt. "We should probably get some rest," she says finally, her voice barely audible over their ragged breathing. "It's late, and we have duties in the morning." Even as she speaks the words, she feels a pang of regret deep in her chest; the knowledge that this might be the last time they ever share a bed together. TOJI34 nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. "Yes," he says finally. "You're right." He rolls off her, moving to sit up on the edge of the bed, his back to her. She can see the muscles in his shoulders tensing as he takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before reaching for the sheets and pulling them up around himself. She lies there for a moment longer, watching him, feeling a strange mixture of desire and loss coursing through her ve

ses. Her lips part, as if she's about to say something, but in the end, she closes them again without a word. Maybe tomorrow will be better; maybe they can find some way to go back to how things were before tonight. Or perhaps this was simply a mistake that cannot be undone, and all they can do now is try to move forward as best they can. With a sigh, she rolls onto her side, facing away from him. It's easier this way; harder to see the hurt in his eyes when he looks at her. She curls into a ball, pulling the covers up around her shoulders, and pretends that she can't feel the warmth of his body just a few inches away. She knows they should say something, but what? An apology would only make things worse; it would only serve as a reminder of what they've done. So instead, they lie there in silence, pretending not to notice each other until eventually their breathing slows and deepens, and sleep claims them both.

The morning comes far too soon for Rena's liking. Her body is sore from the night's activities, and her mind feels as if it's filled with cotton wool. She blinks slowly, trying to focus on the faint light streaming in through the cracks in the curtains as she listens to TOJI34 stirring about on the other side of the bed. Her heart skips a beat at the thought of what they'll do once he leaves; how they'll act around each other when there's no one else watching. She doesn't know if they can go back to being friends, or even just allies after this. The bond they've shared tonight seems too intense, too real to simply be ignored or forgotten. With a deep breath

With a deep breath, Rena steels herself for whatever comes next. She squints against the light as she takes in TOJI34's features, noting the smile that curves his lips, the twinkle in his eye as he gazes down at her. Despite everything, it's hard not to return his affection; to feel the same warmth and desire coursing through her veins. "Good morning," she murmurs softly, tilting her head back against his shoulder. "You didn't leave me all alone, did you?" He chuckles, his breath tickling across her skin. "Of course not," he says, kissing the top of her head. "I was just getting a drink from the bathroom." His grip on her tightens slightly, and she can feel the weight of him against her, pressing her down into the mattress. "Mmm...you're very strong," she murmurs sleepily, running her hands up his back. "I like feeling you like this." He hums in agreement, nuzzling his nose against hers. "And I like feeling you beneath me," he whispers. "I wish we had more time together." His words send a shiver down her spine; it's almost as if he can read her thoughts, know how she feels about this moment, this time they've shared. Without another word, he leans in and kisses her deeply, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to tangled with hers. Rena gasps against his lips, arching her back into the touch, needing more of him, wanting to feel his presence overwhelming her once more. Her hands fumble with the buttons on his shirt, eager to feel his skin beneath her fingers. As if sensing that she's getting close to something she might regret later, TOJ

I promise. Even though it's just for this week, while your husband is away on business, I will be here with you every moment." He smiles reassuringly down at her, and she feels a tiny flutter in her stomach as he says the words. Perhaps they can manage to get through this together; perhaps they can find some way to make it work without Jasten ever having to know what they've done. "What time is it?" she asks, pulling away from his embrace and sitting up straight on the bed. She glances at the nearby clock, relief washing over her when she sees that they still have several hours before their morning meeting with him. It will give them plenty of time to get reacquainted, to remind themselves why they love each other so much...and maybe even find a way back to each other once and for all. "It's early yet," TOJI34 says with a smile, moving to sit beside her on the bed. He reaches out, running his fingers through her hair in a gentle caress that sends shivers down her spine. "We have plenty of time before we need to worry about that." She looks up at him, her heart swelling with gratitude for this brief reprieve; this chance to forget their troubles and just be together. For the moment, she decides that they don't need to think about anything except each other; their feelings and desires. Maybe, if they're lucky, they can make this into something more...something permanent. With a sigh of contentment, she leans into him, resting her head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around her waist. Their bodies fit together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle that were always meant to be one. She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of his skin against hers,