“A Royal Wetnurse.”
“What?” Janessa asked, not believing her ears. Antyny’s lip curled in disgust as he looked at her. “You said I would be Queen once I bore you a child!”
“That was before you had eight chances to give me an heir and failed,” Antyny snapped. “I would have allowed you to return to the harem, but I cannot tolerate disrespect.”
“Disrespect?” Janessa repeated. Her head was swirling. “When have I shown you disrespect, my King?”
“When you asked for one of the infants to remain female. You are not to question the King’s actions, Janessa.” Antyny lifted Janessa’s chin, smiling coldly. “But rejoice, my beauty, for you will have plenty of bonding time with our children in the Royal Nursery. You will be their sole caretaker.”
“I am to tend to eight infants at once?”
“Surely you can manage,” Antyny said. His tone was dangerous. Janessa swallowed nervously.
“I- I shall,” she mumbled, terrified what Antyny would do if she said otherwise.
“Good. In the morning, you will be escorted to your new role.” With that, Antyny left. Janessa curled up on the bed, sobbing over her new lot in life.
When the morning came, two guards brought Janessa from the private room to the Royal Nursery, where her new uniform and eight children were waiting for her. Janessa slipped on the uniform of a Royal Wetnurse. It was a conservative, navy blue dress, a far cry from her skimpy concubine’s uniform. Buttons held the fabric covering her bust in place; unbuttoning bared her breasts for ease of nursing. With the guards watching, Janessa uncovered her breasts and picked up two of her sons. The boys immediately latched onto her bared nipples and suckled hungrily.
Thus began Janessa’s new life as a Royal Wetnurse. The Royal Nursery had living quarters for the nursery staff to stay in, so other than meals, she did not leave. Her days became a constant cycle of nursing, changing, bathing, soothing, and nursing again. At first, she was worried she would not supply enough milk for eight newborns. But her massive breasts, engorged by pregnancy and childbirth, provided plenty of sustenance. It was exhausting work. Janessa far preferred her life as a concubine. But at least she was still in the Palace, and at least she saw her children every day.
Within a few weeks of giving birth, Janessa’s body had already gone back to its pre-birth stunning proportions, with the exception of her breasts still being larger. Similarly, her concubine’s sex drive had returned. Janessa did her best to pleasure herself during fleeting private moments, but it didn’t satisfy her the way a man would.
A month after getting her new role, Yevgeny came by. Janessa was pleased to see him, and commented on his new uniform.
“Yes, I have been promoted.”
“Then some information is still reaching the loyalists,” Janessa said. Yevgeny nodded. “I am glad to hear that.”
“I was most saddened to hear of your demotion,” Yevgeny murmured. “And after providing him with eight healthy children!” Janessa sighed.
“It is wearying to be the only caretaker of eight infants, yes. But I try to stay upbeat.”
“You are most brave,” Yevgeny said solemnly. Janessa managed a weak smile. “If there is anything I can do for you, please, let me know.”
“Fuck me,” Janessa blurted out. Yevgeny’s eyes widened.
“Pardon?”
“I need you to fuck me.”