Sharon returned to John that night, still covered in Viola's juices. Viola was left as a puddle, passed out from pleasure in her room. He licked the juice off her face.
"Your Grace, Viola will be ready to take your seed tomorrow night. I think I wore her out too much tonight." Sharon murmured while softly licking and kissing his ears.
John was fine with this. They continued dirty pregnancy talk as they fucked wildly. Their moans filled the room and then traveled far into the corridors.
The next day, John was off to continue his training very early. Against the Pope's wishes, John continued his rigorous physical training regimen. John had grown much in his strength and skill with the sword. Under the expert teaching of Sir Raphael and Sir Gabriel, he advanced quickly. Word spread quickly that John would be a strong warrior and King worthy of serving.
Still impatient to rush him to the throne, the Pope aggressively pursued more alliances. Although more and more lords were open to the cause or signing alliances, they had no solution to the current King. Some lords became greedy and plotted to enrich themselves by betraying the Pope's trust or making their allegiance expensive.
Having the respect and trust of the Templars helped, but the Pope knew they had hard work ahead of them. He told John to prepare himself to marry for allegiance and power.
While King Charlemagne continued whoring and spending his late father's deep coffers, his current Queen, once only known as Princess Xia, a distant relative of the Great Khan of a distant Tatar empire, began to take power. Her exotic beauty was as legendary as her ambition. Word spread that she was bullying her way into more power as her husband only worried about whores and booze.
Even if they had a way to oust the current King, his Queen would likely be an issue. The Pope schemed and schemed as he felt his time was at hand. He thought that in the end, if the Queen was not killed along with the King, she would have to be appeased. Perhaps even married to solidify John as King.
Sharon began to spend a lot of time with Viola. The night after their explosive lovemaking, Sharon prepared for her night to reunite with John. She bathed and groomed Viola. She massaged fragrant oils into her skin, making her glow. She teased Viola with kisses and pinches of her nipples. Sharon convinced her she must put off her orgasm until John was ready to fill her with his seed.
"I've had sex with him before, but we were never doing it with a baby in mind," Viola said. She began to feel a deep emptiness and ache in her pussy.
"I know this is why I will be there to guide you." Sharon looked at the young girl and kissed her passionately.
"Oh, thank you, Mother Sharon."
"Anything for you, my sweet child. You'll make me a proud grandmother." Sharon kissed her again, and again, and their passion was growing and growing.
The two women were practically glowing with lust as they ate dinner with John, and he told them of the day's events. Viola and John were able to have a long talk and reconcile by forgiving each other. And they were both burning with passion at the thought of impregnating her.
They retreated into his suite and ordered the servants for privacy. They instructed John to bed. As John lay there naked, he saw them enter.
Sharon was completely nude. Her pale body seemed to glow and glisten as a thin layer of oil made her body shimmer. She held Viola's hand and led her to the bed where John was attentively staring. Viola was dressed in fine silky garb. Her undergarments were unlike anything John had ever seen. Sharon had used the new garments and silks the Vatican acquired from the Far East. It was a feast for the eyes.
"Doesn't she look wonderful, son?"
"Oh my God," was all John could muster. He drank in the sight.
Sharon pulled her over to the bed and held both their hands. "You've made love before, but this is important. You must impregnate Viola to ensure her place in your Royal court. With a child, no one can touch her, and not even any new wife would have seniority over her as she will bear your first son."
John had no idea if any of this was true, but he was so turned on by hearing Sharon and her desires. He looked at the two most beautiful women he had ever met. They smiled at him before embracing.
"Let's see how long you can stay simply staring," Sharon said with a smile. She cupped Viola's face with her hands and turned her upward. They locked eyes, and Sharon told her, "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue."
Viola did as she was told, and Sharon began to devour her face with relish. John stared, frozen, inches away from the two most beautiful women passionately making out. John had fantasized about this dream many times before. His member engorged with anticipation. The moans and scents of the women filled the room and rang into his head. Just when he felt like he could not take anymore, Sharon turned and smiled at him with lust in her grin.
She approached the bed and began to kiss him passionately. "Your Grace, are you ready to make an heir?"
"Yes," he gasped between kisses.
"Are you ready to give this womb your seed and sow your bloodline into her? Are you prepared to ravage her tight little pussy and give her an heir?"
John opened his eyes and saw that Viola was now very close to them, looking lustfully as Sharon continued the kisses down his tough body. "Yes."
Sharon turned to Viola to pull her in closer. John began to viciously kiss her face with lust. Sharon palmed Viola's juicy, leaking pussy with a firm grasp moving in small circles. "Isn't this what your pussy was made for?" The precious and thin material covering her heightened the touch.
"Oh god, yes," Viola whimpered. She felt the passion rise up as Sharon continued a full, firm rub of her pussy with her palm. Viola began to soak Sharon's palm. Soft bites from John made her cry out with pleasure and made her gush. His hands explored the new sensations of delicate garments that access accentuated and complimented her figure. He slightly scratched against the finely woven thin material. So thin their skin felt as warming glow from a passionate friction.
