Loving the Pregnant Maids
Cali
"What advice to you need, Bitch?"
my twin demanded from her painting, glaring at me draped in gold and purple gems.
No amount of apology would ever be enough.
"Lance Hayward has learned how to summon our Mother," I answered.
My sister writhed in the painting, surrounded by the leering gazes of the Masters of Hayward Manor.
"And? It has happened before."
"Once!" I shook with the force of my words. "Under my counsel. He is acting on his own. I do not know his plans. I fear he is too softhearted. He grieves when he loses one of the maids, and desires never to lose another."
"How tragic for him,"
my twin said, her voice thick with bitterness.
"So kill him."
"The heir is not of age, or I would have killed him already. I have learned from that mistake."
My twin laughed.
"How old is the heir."
"He is six months away from being born."
"Poor, poor, Bitch."
My twin took such pleasure in my predicament.
"Then there is only one option. Do you wish to parole me?"
"You cause too much collateral damage when you are paroled."
"Do you want him to summon Mother or not, Bitch? You cannot bind the Master. That is my duty."
"There have been many incursions already. He has breached the Hay himself."
"You aided him?"
I lowered my head, shame filling me. "I have to obey him when it does not threaten the Hay itself."
"I felt that breach. It could have. I
bled.
I should have recognized the kiss of your blade carving into me, Bitch."
Tears spilled down my cheeks as I remembered using my blade centuries ago.
"Binding him for twenty years is a gamble... How long until he can summon mother?"
"Six months. The heir will be born by then and the Hay should have stabilized by then. It is still a risk, but..."
"Then parole me in six months. I will stop him from summoning Mother."
I bowed my head. It was the only way. I could not kill Lance with the heir so young, nor could I let him summon Mother. That creature had only one solution to every problem. I would not sacrifice another one of my sisters for the Hay.
It was not necessary. Let the Haywards suffer. Let the women of this world pay the price to keep it safe.
~~*~~
Bella Hayward
Things had become peaceful since the Escape, as that awful night of my wedding had been called.
No incursions for six months, and I had grown used to using my powers to replace my left arm. I had grown
very
pregnant. I was days away from giving birth to my son. Maybe tomorrow on the Summer Solstice. It would be a momentous day for the heir of Hayward Manor to be born on that day.
It was so exciting. I was about to become a mother.
Lance loved to pamper me. My Master-Husband saw that I was well-treated. He wanted me to be cared for. To be massaged. To have my belly rubbed with oils. It was all so delicious to lie on my back in my bed and have his pregnant mother and sister attending to me.
They knelt on either side of me, their hands rubbing oil into my very swollen belly. I loved their touch. Lance watched, his cock thrusting out hard before him. He enjoyed his pregnant mother and sister attending to me.
Kylie and my mother-in-law both had swollen bellies of their own. They were about six months along. Kylie looked so delicious, her breasts swollen bigger than normal. They were ripe and plump with her curvy belly. My mother-in-law was a gorgeous creature with her heavy tits swaying above her pregnant curve.
They weren't the only maids pregnant. Izzy, Deborah, and Serena were also as heavily pregnant with Lance's daughters while Cherry, Angela, and Janiqua were just a few months along and only starting to show.
The two hands swept the oil into my skin. I groaned at the warmth of them doing that. My toes curled and my pussy clenched. They worked their hands down the swell of my breasts to my own breasts. They had grown larger. My milk was coming in, too.
My sister-in-law and mother-in-law cupped my breasts.
They massaged them.
Kneaded them.
Lance watched on, nodding in approval at his little sister and mother massaging me. They both made my boobs feel amazing. My nipples burst with sparks. I groaned in delight, my toes curling. Both my hands, my real and my fake, balled into fists.
"Oh, yes, yes," I whimpered. "Oh, you two are making sure I have no stretch marks."
"That's right," cooed my mother-in-law. "We want you to be perfect."
"Thank you," I whimpered, so glad for their presence. They were both making me feel amazing.
