Layla's plea for him to release within her in order to conceive did not draw and immediate reaction from Tarkus, and in truth only registered distantly in his mind, as he was already deep within an intense climax deep within Layla's tight core. This one took a lot out of him, as his third climax within as many hours was on par with the first from an average man, though it was as mind-shattering as it ought to be. He reveled in climaxing as many times as he could, to get more and more sensitivity built up. Some might say he was addicted to the painful pleasure of frequent climaxes, he simply knew he loved fucking, and wanted to keep his body in top form for his growing harem.<br/><br/>"YES!" He moaned loudly as his seed spilled deep within her, his length of cock convulsing, his face contorted with the intense rush of pleasure that was so rich it hurt in the best kind of way. Sweat glistened his body as his movements finally slowed, though he gave a valiant final few thrusts, shivering with bliss each time. He lowered his body along hers gently and gingerly, each inch of movement caused his slowly softening manhood caused another brief shudder.<br/><br/>"No words..." he said in a whisper before clarifying. "I have no words, I mean." He chuckled. "I wasn't trying to say 'no words, don't talk '." He gave a youthful though quiet snort of laughter at the notion. he summarized: "That was incredible." He smiled, kissing up her neck to her ear as he spoke.<br/><br/>Only slowly did her request for his seed for her to conceive slowly make its way back into his mind, though it was still far away, a thought for another day. Generally, and by the advice of the council, Aisha had been given a root brew called "moon tea", which discouraged conception when drank within a number of hours from intercourse. There were a multitude of reasons, ranging from the thought that a harem should be at a sizable number before such precautions be abandoned, so that a harem master had plenty of options in the later terms of pregnancy. Less progressive council members still held that a child born to a consort was sinful, and only a wife should bear a child of royal seed. It was almost universally held that those born on the wrong side of the bed of nobility were to never hold above a certain office of power, and were forbidden from taking any seat of royalty, though they more than often held esteemed jobs in the city, thanks to handsome child tithe payments.<br/><br/>He did not think a second harem member would dissolve the council's trepidation, and he himself was not entirely ready for either Layla nor Aisha to bear a child for him...yet. The notion did appeal to a future-looking, part of him, though. He often wondered if this avoidance was foolish, though he did want his child to have every advantage in life, and not be burdened with the 'curse of the bastard'.