“Our honored guests will be brought back to the harem quarters, while we will remain here.” Antyny stroked Janessa’s face. Janessa leaned into the gesture, her body aching with desire. “The first place I took you as mine.”
“Yes,” Janessa purred. “Take me again!”
“And?” Antyny prompted. Janessa knew what was expected of her. What was needed of her to aid the loyalist effort. And, honestly, at this point, a secret part of her she wished to deny wanted it.
“Put your child in me,” Janessa whispered. Antyny looked at the delegates and concubines. The eight were being escorted out of the throne room by guards. Most guards remained in the room, however, including Yevgeny. Antyny smiled predatorially at his favorite concubine.
“Gladly,” he breathed. With that, he tore off Janessa’s flimsy excuse for clothes. Janessa returned the favor, eagerly pulling down Antyny’s trousers and undergarments. Antyny threw Janessa onto the Queen’s throne. Janessa spread her legs happily, crying out joyfully as Antyny entered her. Somehow, the sex was even better than the first time they made love, months ago. Janessa’s cries of ecstasy rose in pitch and frequency as Antyny thrust into her over and over. His lips were on hers, his tongue in her mouth, his hands frantically squeezing her large, sensitive breasts. Janessa’s eyes rolled to the back of her head in pure pleasure. Antyny was taking her forcefully, but she not only enjoyed it, she desired it.
Eventually, Janessa came, screaming as orgasms rippled across her body. Antyny grunted, shooting his seed into her. A fevered desire came to Janessa. She suddenly wanted to be with his child. Not because it was necessary for the loyalist cause. She truly wanted to be pregnant, to carry Antyny’s heir within her.
“Please!” she begged. “Please, plant your seed in my womb! Make me heavy with child!” Antyny shot load after load into her. When they finished, Janessa was exhausted. She could feel Antyny’s seed dripping down her legs. Truly, he was desperate to conceive. “My King…”
“That should have done it,” Antyny whispered in her ear. He pulled himself out of Janessa. “I will continue to visit you and pleasure you. In a week, I will bring a witch midwife. She will be able to determine whether you are finally with child.”
Coming down from the high of sex, Janessa was suddenly fearful again. Had it worked? Was she pregnant? She would just have to wait a week to find out.