Page 76 of Bred
“You do me great honor, Majesty,” I said haltingly, and then smiled at him. “I hope you’ll come again.”
His smile was quick, and his eyes lingered on my breasts as I sat up on the bed. “I will,” he said. “But not here. You’ll be moved today. To a private residence.”
“Private—”
“Until your pregnancy is confirmed, I shall breed you every day…”
“As your Majesty wishes.”
He nodded and strode across the room and opened the secret door hidden behind one of the tapestries and disappeared from sight. The door closed with the softest creak of the hidden hinges, and I fell back on the bed and stared up at the embroidered canopy.
Was this how it always was with royal surrogates?
Or was it supposed to be a hardship—a chore… All I could think about was how my body responded to him, and how exquisite the king’s cock felt inside me.
My heart had barely slowed its furious pace when the chamber door opened and Artin swept into the room, followed by several servants who set immediately to clearing it. Another servant grabbed hold of my wrist and dragged me from the bed. I stood in front of Artin, naked and shivering, as the bed was stripped.
She looked at me critically and then snapped her fingers sharply. A servant brought a robe and draped it over my shoulders, and I struggled into it without the woman’s help.
“Did the king fuck you last night?” she asked.
My cheeks blazed with heat. “He did.”
“To completion?”
“Yes.”
She looked me up and down. “Did he stay the night?”
I shook my head, and Artin’s lips twisted in a stiff smile. “I see.”
“But he returned this morning—he was just here,” I stammered.
Artin stepped close and thrust her hand between my thighs. I gasped and tried to flinch away, but she grabbed hold of my arm and held me firm. When she drew her hand away, I could see the remnants of the king’s seed on her fingers. She rubbed them together and then wiped the slickness onto my robe.
“Good.”
She released her hold on me, and I struggled to keep my balance.
“His Majesty has commanded that you be moved to the royal residence,” she said briskly. “You are fortunate to be called for so soon. But I am not pleased by this change.”
She clapped her hands, and the servants left the room with quick steps. When we were alone, Artin paced the carpet and then stopped and glared at me.
“You understand what this means?”
I shook my head.
“It means that the king is certain that he has already sired a child—you have precious little time to prove him right.”
“I—” I hadn’t realized that there was a limit to my time with him.
“If you are not pregnant, you will be cast out without a second thought, and I will not protect you.”
“I need more of Tannyl’s herbs,” I blurted out. “Surely—”
Artin shook her head. “What you have taken should be sufficient. But you must make the king crave your body. You must make him insatiable for you. Can you do that?”
“I— I think so?”
