The soldiers were sent off the next morning without much fanfare. They didn't seem to be in the shape for more sex, anyways. The concubines, masters of their craft, had satisfied them in a way they couldn't have imagined. They were also incredibly hungover. Antyny was busy with battle plans, which meant that there wasn't much for the concubines to do but talk.
Janessa, to her delight, was not hungover. Unlike Greta, who spent most of the morning vomiting into a chamber pot. When they married, Janessa would have to remember her husband couldn't hold his liquor.
The only other concubine not hungover was Borya, who was carrying a child and thus abstaining from alcohol. Her pregnancy, naturally, didn't excuse her from work, and she had been fucking just as hard as the rest of them the night before. Some of the soldiers even got excited about having sex with a pregnant concubine.
Janessa could remember the days of her family's rule. Then, a pregnancy in the harem meant a royal child, as only the King or Prince could have sex with his respective harem. But Antyny misunderstood the role of a harem. He thought it was just a neverending sexfest, which it could be, but most importantly, it was a source of heirs if needed. Allowing random men to come in and have sex with the concubines completely removed that aspect. Borya didn't know who the father of her child was. Antyny had done a spell and determined the father was not him, but didn't bother with investigating further.
Janessa's harem sisters noticed that she wasn't hungover.
"Tell me, Head Concubine, did you even drink at all last night?" purred Siccie, a tiny slip of a girl with no bust but a large ass. Janessa laughed.
"Of course I did! Do not blame me for being better able to hold my liquor!"
"Hmm. I do not know if she tells the truth," said tall, chubby Carmine. "My father owned a pub, and I recognized the kind of wine we were drinking last night. It would make the toughest drunkard black out!" Janessa paused to think. She did drink last night, right? She could have sworn...but maybe she didn't?
"There is only one reason to go through an orgy sober," said boisterous, short, and flat-chested Karolette. She rubbed her belly, smiling at Janessa. The other concubines (minus Greta, who was still throwing up) looked at Janessa expectantly. Suddenly nervous with the attention, Janessa blushed. Her harem sisters immediately gasped.
"No, no, I am not- I am not with child," Janessa said firmly. She shrugged and stood up. "As I said, I just hold my liquor better than you. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to check on Greta in the powder room."
In the powder room, Janessa paced back and forth, biting her perfectly manicured nails nervously. She remembered, clear as day, the talk her mother had given her the first time she got her monthly. How a pregnancy occurred from a specific activity. An activity that Janessa had been doing a lot lately. When did she last have her monthly? Janessa tried to think, but couldn't remember. Her recent memories were being so difficult to fetch today! Maybe she was hungover.
Or maybe she was experiencing what her mother had referred to as "pregnancy brain". Apparently, she'd had it while pregnant with Janessa's younger sister, Jewel.
"Please stop moving around," Greta groaned. "You are making me sicker!" Janessa stopped. "Now, tell me, what is the matter?" Janessa swallowed.
"I- I wonder if I am with child."