Life as a Royal’s Breeding Partner

Chapter 13 – A Shocking Number

Strong arms wrapped around me, sweat all over our bodies. Our groins covered in our fluids. My dick and pussy sore from a hot night of love...

"Wake up, sleepy. You've got work to do."

My body rocks, and the warrior disappears. A stupid dream getting me all excited. Blinking my sleep away, Yuki comes into focus.

"Sorry, I had a nice dream for once. Guess I'm getting delusional now." I start getting up. Checking my status out of habit. "I'm pregnant."

"That was the point of today, silly. Come on, I need a deep massage and to give a friend a good hug." She walks through the door and fans her hypnotizing tails out behind her. In a sleepy trance, I stumble after the tails. She leads me to the masseuse's room.

Starting to wake up, I strip her for the bath. She slips in and relaxes, waiting for me to come with the soaps. I get in behind her and force her head to my stomach, giving me the best reach of her body while sitting.

"Girl, your tits are noticeably bigger. What are you doing to grow like this? They feel wonderful on my head."

"I don't know; I just keep getting fucked hard, I guess. I wouldn't really recommend it; it hurts a lot, and I'm carrying a bastard for a noble." I say, checking if I increased another size, and sure enough, I have. Guess fucking the powerful helps me grow.

"Sorry, that is normally a fun line when your friend is growing so fast, but you really are having a rough time with it."

"Oh, you're fine. I didn't think about it being a joke. I would have given a joke response, something about fighting hard or taking long trips."

"Now I don't know what to think, Alzi. You deserve the power. I just wish you didn't get it this way." Getting out of the bath. I dry her off with a towel, working each tail carefully. Right as I finish the last tail, she spins and pulls me into a tight hug. All her tails wrap around my body, so all I see is her white fur. Another surprise as hers wraps up my tail, and my body completely relaxes into my friend's embrace. We rest like this for a few minutes in silence.

"Ok, big girl, we need to start the massage. You are obviously exhausted, and I'm very sore." Her tails move away, and I tighten my muscles to support my weight again. I give her a tight squeeze before letting her go and turning to get the oils. When I turn around, she is already on the table waiting for me. I start like typically and work deep into every muscle, life mana slowly being released into her.

I always want to turn my activities on, but we'll be in trouble if we go too far. No matter how much I want to impregnate Yuki, and Mistress would cut my dick off if it happened. Plus, tricking Yuki into sex like that could hurt our friendship.

I really have been slacking on helping Yuki these past few days. Every muscle I touch is tight. But slowly, I get each muscle relaxed. I chuckle when I spot a bit of drool coming out of the Kitsune's mouth as I shake her awake.

"Time to get dressed, I've finished," holding in my laughter at her face.

"I can feel that; thanks for everything, girl," I help her get dressed, put the oils away, and walk my best friend up to our rooms, hand in hand.

*** Duchess after leaving the breeding room ***

I should just buy her and free her. If anyone is able to get me pregnant, it will be her. I know I'll have a few girls from the slave, but it always means more if the noble carries the child. My illusion spell should last long enough to come to a deal, so I walk to the office instead and sit by the fireplace. The Mistress walks in.

"Was there a problem, Duchess? I hope she didn't insult you." A worried tone filled the room.

"No, not at all. I want to buy her. I'll free her and make a marriage. I can tell she is strong, so she'll fit in my harem well. A dick is what I need."

"Sorry, I can't sell her. I made a deal with her. I know she is a slave now, so the deal isn't enforceable, but I would hate to break it. Plus, I would lose Yuki and Kelly. I'm not ready for that yet. I hope you understand. She would be despondent if she were to be bought. She loves Yuki and Mai. They plan on getting married when they all leave here."

"I see. A sad wife would be a problem." I think for a second. I didn't do a great job pleasing her today; only her experience allowed us to finish so quickly. I doubt she sees me in a good light, buying her womb and having sex in such a transactional way. If I help her when she gets out, I'll have a chance to make it up to her. I can marry her then. "Fine, let me know when she will be free. I'll make a deal with her and the group then." I get up and leave. I circulated my mana to help reinforce the illusion spell and felt something strange in my lower stomach.

With that, I start to rush down the street. I left my carriage outside the red light district in front of a wine shop I own. It isn't that big of a deal if people find out how I got my children. Alzi kids are a little famous right now. It's rare for so many kids to come from one person. I just don't like people sticking their noses in my business.

I earned the land the grapes grow on in a decade-long war against our neighbors to the south a while ago. I've worked hard in the years since then making the flavors. Each wine we make comes from countless hours of my labor, forcing my wives to handle my Duchess duties, but right now, I feel disgusted when thinking about the flavors.

Twenty minutes later, I reach the back of my shop. The illusion spell falls, and I walk in. Two workers are in the back, taking inventory before the night rush.

"You know the deal. I was here the entire day."

"Of course, my lady." They both say with a deep bow, showing their modest cleavage to me. They are both incredible at oral and highly willing. I walk past all the bottles ready for sale and leave the magically cool air and onto the shop floor. I take a deep breath and feel like puking. The smell is the same, but my reaction is different. Something is wrong now. I practically run to my carriage.

"Take me to the temple," I demand.

"Which one?"

Would it be too much to hope that I'm pregnant? It would be the most likely explanation for the changes to my alcohol desire if I were a few months along, not the hour pregnant I could be right now. But I have nothing else I can think of.

"Fertility"

"Yes, my lady." Another attendant opens the door, and a third helps me up. My guards all mount their horses. I sit down, and my mind races. I never felt any mana come off the slave. She has a life affinity. So she could have poisoned me, but she doesn't know how to do that, and as a slave, she couldn't hurt me. I only interacted with the Mistress, and she wouldn't be stupid enough to do anything unless she was paid. But who and how? Maybe she has a spell to stop unwanted breeding with the slave? No, she would've warned me. I'm running out of ideas, and my anxiety starts to build. I try to focus on the horse's shoes clopping against the stone, but it doesn't help.

"Petunia, sit on my lap, please," I ask the attendant in the carriage with me. She has the smallest breasts of all the girls in my service, but her moans are the best. She quickly gets in my lap, and I mindlessly play with her nipples, waiting for her moans to start up. Finally, I have a distraction. I slowly work her dress down below her breast, making sure to keep working her nipples. She knows not to muffle her moans, so they start coming almost immediately. All she does is sit there like a doll, moaning for me. I sneak a hand down her bunched-up dress and find her clit. Her moans grow in volume. It doesn't take long for her to stiffen and orgasm from my assault. She forces her head between my breasts as I keep stroking her. I wish she had an affinity. I would marry her in a second. We were best friends growing up; she just got unlucky. Maybe Alzi will give her a child if I ask nicely. Perhaps I should just buy time with her and bring my wives and maid. No, my wives won't go; Petunia and I? Worry about that later; my stomach is the priority right now.

A knock comes on the door, and I stop playing with my cute doll.

"We are here, my lady," the driver says. Petunia hops off me so I can get out. The driver helps me down, and I walk up the stairs to giant decorated doors. The fertility goddess isn't the most popular, but she is essential. The outside decorations show as much. The lack of gold on the many statues shows the strange place it has. The main focus is on pregnant women, but a few dicks are shown, and some women with children. Not a single man is depicted. Right above the door is a woman giving birth. It is always a little unsettling seeing that. Her pain, the head forcing itself out, and then you walk right under it and pray for that very image to happen to you.

I push open the heavy brass doors using a little magic. Immediately inside is the main chamber. At the far end is the altar, a simple table with a cloth over it, and rows of pews. In the front pews are a few pregnant women and families praying. Not a priestess in sight so I take a seat in the back and wait. I look at the walls and see the creation story for the goddess. The goddess of nature grew her from a plant and trapped her for a century, forcing her to give birth to children. The other goddesses were trying to figure out how she was getting so many kids, so they infiltrated her temple. The goddess of the sea finds her and steals her away for herself.

The sea goddess didn't notice how much divine mana was in her womb. The nature goddess was releasing it slowly to keep her mortal, but the sea goddess didn't. So, on the trip back, she slowly became the divinity of fertility and offspring. With her divinity, the goddess of the sea wasn't able to chain her for herself. Finally, the new goddess found freedom. I wonder if the goddess hates her divinity, coming from so much pain and suffering. I would.

With nothing else to do, I say a small prayer for good luck. Then, wait for a priestess. It doesn't take long. Most likely, they saw my carriage and went to change into their more decorative robes. She looks heavily pregnant, but I've heard they often use magic to always appear that way.

"How may I help you, my lady?" A small bow is all the priestess gives, signally her high status in the church.

"I would like to be checked. I'm feeling a bit strange and need to find out why," I say

"Are you sure you're in the right place then?" Her face shows her confusion.

"I am in the right place to check this, I believe. If you would please."

"Oh, I see. Yes, we can check that. Please, this way, there are some more private rooms we can do it in." She turns and walks to the right wall. She passes through a door. I join her and find myself in a plain room—white walls and a table are all there is.

"Please lay on the table, and I'll start."

"Thanks," I follow the instructions, happy I don't need to strip.

"I'm going to do a full check here so I don't miss anything."

"Ok," I'm not sure what the difference is, but I need all the answers I can get.

I feel the mana funnel into my womb. Then, the box shows up in my vision.

"This isn't possible. We have a maximum of three kids at once. I can't be this far along, either. Sixteen kids, twelve almost a day along, can't happen." I shout, mad that she dares to lie this obviously to me.

"That is the right stats. You will have Sixteen children unless a miscarriage happens. You may have fathered some of the kids."

"Can we see how many I carry? Maybe see the genders? Sorry, this is just a lot to take in. My mother struggled to have me and my sister. Then, on the first try, I see a huge number."

"No worries. You should give a better prayer in thanks to the goddess. Sixteen kids are a blessing when the previous generation struggled. I'll need to cast another spell on you, ok?"

"Yes." I feel the mana come crashing into my womb. It takes everything I have not to lash out at the priestess feeling all this mana. A few seconds later, the mana settled. Once again, the screen from the goddesses appears. It shows me having four girls, all just hours along.

"That whore turned me into a balloon. Fuck, she needs to learn control. I wasn't even ovulating today."

"Who is this whore? We would love to talk to her. She will need help to carry the twelve not in you."

"Just a brothel breeder. Fuck I'm going to need to be careful. I'll start showing too early now."

"Don't worry. Quadruplets are good luck; yours all came from one egg even. The goddess is giving you a good fortune. Remember to look long-term. Everyone has short-term pain. Don't let that pain linger and fester. Many don't have a blessing after their pain."

"I would like to say don't preach to me, but that isn't going to happen. Is there anything else you can do?"

"No."

"Are you really pregnant?"

"No, just a simple spell. We don't have the money to keep all of us pregnant and still provide services to the expecting."

"I know what you mean there. Thanks for the help."

"Remember to thank the goddess on your way out. She must be smiling on the brothel whore to let her carry so many."

"It wouldn't hurt," I say under my breath, getting up and off the table. I walk back to the back seat and just think for a bit. I wasn't really prepared to be pregnant or to have sixteen kids. My wives will help, and they'll be excited, and we'll all be overwhelmed. Sixteen and me being pregnant for the next nine months is going to be complicated. I only have three wives right now. I want to join a princess's harem. I hate dealing with the land and nobles. Oh well, I guess I should thank the goddess and ask her to help the dragon carry my other twelve children. Maybe give me some luck in getting into a princess's harem.

I bow my head for the prayer. When I get up, I feel a little lighter. I guess accepting your situation helps. I leave the church, rubbing my filled womb.

"Home," is all I say, getting in myself and pulling the girl onto my lap. She didn't fix her clothing, so I just mindlessly play with the poor girl, thinking about how to share the news.