“Anya, my love,” Conrad whispered, stroking Anya’s face as they lay in bed together. Anya smiled at him. Did she love him in return? No, but she was in love with how skilled he had become at pleasing her. It was morning now. She had taken to falling asleep in Conrad’s bed with him after they made love, so as to not disturb the inhabitants of the nursery by returning to her own bed. “Before the babes awake, would you like to…”
“It is as though you read my mind,” Anya purred. And it was all thanks to the special cream. She threw the blanket off the bed, exposing both of their bare bodies. “Take me!” Conrad’s muscular arms, strong from farmwork, embraced her body. Anya spread her legs wide open. Conrad slowly, carefully, entered her. Anya began to buck her hips, moaning in pleasure already. Before he was fully in, he was almost bringing her to orgasm!
Conrad finished entering her. Anya gripped the mattress and bit her lip, her body overcome by waves of ecstasy. Then, Conrad began to thrust. Anya screamed in pleasure, every inch alight with the most powerful orgasm of her life. She came again and again, as Conrad thrust over and over, eventually coming himself and shooting his seed into her womb.
The moment Conrad’s seed entered her, Anya felt a strange sensation. Like something was traveling up into her abdomen and taking rest there. Her eyes widened. Ever the performer, she finished with Conrad as though nothing was amiss. He kissed her breasts, her forehead, and her lips, then allowed her to dress and return to the nursery.
Anya helped Jess to the potty in the corner, and while the former Prince (though it was harder and harder each day to think of Jess as that) peed and pooped, nursed baby Jasper. Her hand traveled to her belly, where the feeling from before had settled. During one of Anya’s trips to Lucille for more cream, Lucille had informed her that, as Anya’s magic was tied to her bodily functions, she had an extra awareness of her body. A magical sense that could alert her to any changes. As Jess grunted on the potty, and Jasper suckled hungrily, Anya knew without a doubt what had just happened that morning.
Conrad had impregnated her.