The Royal Elixir

At my father's request, I enter the throne room in forced reverence, with my hands closed in front of my body, as if in respect, trying to conceal the effects that the recent scene witnessed had on the region below the abdomen, however, the task proved unnecessary to deceive my father.
"I know you were watching us", said the king. "The manliness of this caste cannot be disguised. But that is also our curse. When I was your age, I did not miss the opportunity to lie with a woman. To smell her hair, her skin, the taste of every lip in the kingdom. To decorate on my fingers the outline of every vagina and its layers. To feel the resistance of every anus. To explore with my member the depth of each of those orifices as they groaned and contorted themselves...
The list seemed to go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
You must preserve the integrity of our kingdom and preserve the noble lineage of our family.
Says the man who brought a peasant to take the queen's place. I say without realizing I was being overheard.
- Respect your father don't think your king is a fool i can sleep with any whore that our lineage will remain intact the wise men of the forest know ancient rituals that prevent a man from begetting offspring but retain his manhood i decide to submit to those rituals after your mother's death and i don't regret it
I'm sure she's busy trying to conceive an heir.
- I wouldn't dare tell - laughed softly so that the new queen wouldn't hear. - I like that she tries - unable to contain the wide smile - in all possible ways and positions. Experimenting potions and prolonging the excitement for hours. You have to try.
Surprised, it is clear that I have already had the honor of trying such a potion, given the strange rigidity that my member had suffered all day. Of course, this I could not tell my father, because the question remained how I had ingested such a potion. Is there a risk that the dreams that awakened me in the morning are memories rather than real desires? However, my father interrupts my thoughts.
The secret is mixed in with that bottle of wine on the dining room table, and if you don't believe me, go try it.
I leave my father for a moment and head to the dining room. I find the bottle on the table and take a sip, already imagining the orgy I would promote in my chambers that night. Not knowing exactly the time of action of the elixir, I think it prudent to return to the king's meeting for further clarification. Guidance, however, becomes impossible, because as soon as I return I find my father lying in a river of blood, flowing from a deep cut in his neck. I try to stain in every way and cover my hands with his blood. To no avail, I only see his face lose color in the vain attempt to say his last words.
- Father, father...
There is no other word that can be spoken in that bitter hour. I thought that was the worst moment of my existence, but it was just beginning. At that moment the queen had entered the hall and called the guards to shout:
He killed the king, Prince Arthur killed the king!
The scene spoke for itself. Without being able to explain, I just run as fast as I can. I bypass the guards and get on my horse, setting off for the village, not without first being hit in the shoulder by an arrow. Even with the pain of the piercing, I feel that the elixir begins to show its effects.