There was a flash of light. When the light cleared, Jasper’s body had returned to being finely toned and muscled. His small lactating breasts were gone. He still had a womanhood, though it no longer ached, so Antyny must have returned that to “normal” as well. Antyny ran a finger down Jasper’s six pack abs, making Jasper shiver in desire.
“There. I need you to look pretty, my dear. After all, that is the role of a Queen. To look pretty and produce heirs.”
“Queen?” Jasper asked breathlessly.
“I intend to wed you, Jasper. Our children must be legitimate. And I need my claim to the crown to be as strong as possible. Marrying the previous king’s firstborn will strengthen that claim beyond reproach.” Antyny gently kissed Jasper’s muscled, flat stomach. A soft moan escaped Jasper. “However, you will be my Queen, not my King. You must remain subservient to me. Kings do not bear children anyways.”
“What of your harem?” Jasper breathed.
“What of it? I will continue to maintain it. My enemies need to go somewhere.” Antyny climbed atop Jasper. Jasper blinked, trying to remember when Antyny had removed his clothing. “Now, let us get to work on conceiving our next prince or princess, my love. Royal weddings take some time to plan, but the only way to guarantee you give birth again before we are married is if I plant my seed in you now.”
With that, Antyny plunged his manhood into Jasper’s womanhood. Jasper sighed in pleasure. He had missed sex with Antyny, as the King ceased visiting him once the pregnancy was confirmed. To Jasper’s horror, he realized that wasn’t the only spell from Antyny still in effect. Jasper needed his womb filled with Antyny’s child again. Now!
Jasper bucked his hips, drawing Antyny even deeper into him. Antyny was being surprisingly gentle, moving slowly instead of quick enough to tear. He was even kissing Jasper all over, murmuring loving words. Eventually, Antyny shot his seed into Jasper’s newly empty womb, making Jasper orgasm. He removed himself from Jasper and pulled the former Prince close into a warm embrace.
“Yes, my love,” Antyny whispered to Jasper. He stroked Jasper’s hair, kissing his forehead. “Yes. Bear my fruit.”
“I shall,” Jasper panted. “I shall.”
To Jasper’s surprise, Antyny fell asleep, still cuddling him. As Jasper himself, worn out from the events of the day, slowly drifted off as well, he turned over Antyny’s behavior in his mind. Antyny had been acting even sweeter than he had towards Janessa. This, combined with Antyny calling Jasper “my love”, made Jasper wonder. Was Antyny in love with him?