Janessa’s mind swirled as she laid there, watching as Antyny thrust into Francesca from behind. The other woman’s face was buried in a silky pillow, the object crimson in color and shimmering with golden beads and elaborate patterns. Her muffled cries of delight could still be heard throughout the room. Borya lay off to the side, breasts heaving as she recovered; Antyny had fucked her into exhaustion first before turning to her harem sister. Janessa wondered how much of his stamina was a side effect of the powerful magic surrounding him.
Queen Janessa. The very thought felt strange to her. As a prince, she’d always assumed he would take the throne one day, but she’d never thought too much about what she would do once she actually took the throne. Being married to Antyny was a thought almost too bizarre to consider, even with everything that had happened to her over the last few months. Rumors still swirled of skirmishes out in the country hinterlands, brought by newly appointed guards who had not yet realized the proper tone for passing secrets without those within the harem overhearing them.
The city, however, was firmly in rebel hands, with any remaining loyalists long since either rooted out or deep in hiding. There had been occasional attacks on rebel patrols, but as the fighting moved further from the city things had quieted down. Janessa worried that the odds of successfully slipping out of the city were slim.
Janessa was, if anything, even more terrified of the growing possibility she was with child. Antyny had made his intentions perfectly clear, and she knew that after months of sex with him there was a fair chance she already was pregnant. Janessa stifled a wild giggle. She never would have guessed in a million years back during those boyhood days dueling Antyny with toy swords that she might one day be the mother of his children.
Janessa saw Francesca’s body shook with an orgasm as Antyny came, and knew it would soon be her turn. She couldn’t help it; she loved the sex with him so much. The feelings she had ran deep; far deeper than she realized. Although she managed to exert a certain level of control over her thoughts and wishes, the mere chance of sex with Antyny was enough to make her glow with excitement. She wondered if the amulet, which had hidden her within the form of a beautiful concubine, had played a part in this. After all, to be a concubine one had to be willing to having sex with handsome, strapping men.
Jasmine’s ponderings cut off as Antyny beckoned her over to him. She sauntered over to him as he stood near the end of the bed, Borya eagerly waiting behind him. “I want you on my lap at the council meeting tomorrow. We will be going over the latest affairs of state, and I require….company. But, for now, join your harem sister in pleasing me.”
Janessa dropped to her knees and began caressing Antyny’s cock as Borya slid off the bed and walked around to the front. Janessa happily slid Antyny’s wonderful cock into her mouth and began sucking as she continued to ponder her situation. An idea came to her, and her eyes widened for a split second. Perhaps she could spy for the loyalists? History was full of examples of concubines passing on information to one side of another. Of course, it would also require her to continue letting Antyny fuck her silly, for who knew how long. And she didn’t know if there were even any loyalists left hidden in the court anyway. But, as Antyny pulled her and Borya to the center of the bed, and Francesca moved to join them, Janessa decided that was a problem for tomorrow. For tonight, she was just going to enjoy herself.