Numa cradels you like an infant as she gently lies back down on the bed. You nestle up between her soft, furry breasts and soon fall asleep to the rhythim of her heartbeat.
When you next awake, your new mother is giving you a tounge bath. You smile up at her "Good morning mother."
"Good morning my young prince." Numa responds.
You nod while the full impact of her words creeps up on you. "Prince?"
"That's correct." Numa answers. "I am the queen of this island. Since you are my adopted son, that makes you the prince. What's wrong?" She askes after seeing the concerned look on your face.
"Nothing really. It's just... What exactly do I have to do as a prince?"
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