Anya unbuttoned the top of her gown, exposing her perfect breasts. Jasper felt his manhood grow hard at the sight. Anya carefully rubbed her hands across her bare breasts. Under her touch, they grew larger. A small bead of milk formed at each nipple. Jasper wordlessly handed the infants to her. Anya sat and held the babes in her lap. Both latched on to her breasts immediately.
"Why not summon a wet nurse?" Jasper asked.
"My Prince, you have not thought things through," Laressa said, shaking her head. "No one must know you birthed your children."
"Then who-" Jasper started.
"The official story shall be that we fled together," Anya said. "I continued my duties as concubine and this resulted in me birthing your son and daughter. Our son and daughter." Anya raised an eyebrow at Jasper. "Of course, we could tell the truth..."
"No," Jasper said firmly. He cringed at the mere thought of everyone knowing what he had been through. "No, you are correct. And the story is perfect." Jasper got to his feet. His body, recovering from pregnancy and birth, groaned in protest. He walked to Anya and kissed her. "Just as you are. Anya, when all this is over, will you be my Queen?"
"Gladly," Anya whispered. Jasper sat beside her. The two watched the babes nurse happily, content with their current state in the world.