Anya thanked the stars above that she had decided to make her breasts lactate before she fully used up the last of her magic stockpile. At first, it had been a whim, a way to easily feed Jess while also maintain some of the closeness they enjoyed before the coup. Anya would be lying if she said Jasper had never sucked upon her breasts before they became the now girl child’s primary source of nourishment. When she magically spelled her breasts to produce milk, she did not realize how much she would enjoy nursing Jess. Hopefully, she would find similar happiness suckling the newborn boy.
Inside the house, Anya was brought to the nursery. The infant boy was crying loudly. Anya immediately bared her breasts and picked up the child. He latched onto one of her enlarged nipples and suckled eagerly. Mary sighed in relief.
“Thank you, Anya.”
“It is no problem,” Anya said. She smiled. “I needed to be nursed from as it was.”
“You are willing to be his wet nurse?”
“Not just that, I can be his nursemaid and tend to all his needs,” Anya replied. “I have experience in childcare.” This was true; Anya had many siblings, cousins, and nieces and nephews, and before she left to become a concubine, she had been tasked with caring for those younger than her. Mary laughed.
“I knew as such, given you have a child of your own!” She frowned. “And what of Jess?”
“What do you mean?”
“I have noticed she stays in a pen while you tend to the goats. The goat girls are lovely but not experienced in supervising a child Jess’s age.”
“Jess can be with me whilst I do nursemaid duties,” Anya said. The baby currently suckling at her breast would meet the qualification for the former prince to follow the magical compulsion, so she would not need to worry about further nagging from Jess. When her magic came back, she was seriously considering making the compulsion last until they arrived at her hometown. Or do something else to stop the constant complaining.
“And if she gets jealous of another child suckling from you?”
“Would you be willing to watch her in that case?” Anya asked. Mary smiled.
“But of course. Jess is such a silly and endearing child. She sometimes does things that surprise me, like hiding in a corner when she soils her diaper.”
“She understands the basics of relieving oneself, but lacks the control to go without a diaper,” Anya replied. That was something Jess was affected by even when they were alone in their hut. Whether there were others around or not, Jess was unable to avoid soiling herself. It wasn’t due to the compulsion, after all, but Jess’s young age.
“Hopefully you will have enough milk for the babe and your little girl,” Mary said, drawing Anya from her thoughts. “But then again, Jess is of age to be weaned.”
“This is true,” Anya muttered. She hoped she would have enough milk to continue feeding Jess. It was the only thing the former prince actually enjoyed about her current situation. If it was removed, Anya had no doubts the girl child would begin to misbehave as much as the compulsion allowed her.