Author's note: This is the fourth of five chapters in a medieval-set story with a strong impregnation/breeding fetish focus. This is also my first ever erotic story, so any feedback would be much appreciated.
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Lorena looked in the mirror, checking her complexion. Her sky blue eyes, button nose, curved lips - at just 18 years of age she had blossomed into a true beauty just like her mother and sisters.
Today was her big day and she needed to look perfect. Her golden blonde hair had been braided back and she wore an opulent sapphire necklace. Her white wedding dress tightly hugged her petite frame, accentuating her shapely breasts, wide hips and flat stomach.
It had been three months since her bastard half-brother Torren, now King Torren, had entered the capital and raped his sister, the Queen, right in front of her. Right in front of everybody.
His coronation was held swiftly afterwards and he had wasted no time in beginning his tyrannical rule. Her friends and family had been declared enemies of the kingdom and locked away in the dungeons, with anyone who dared defy the new ruler hunted down.
But she had been spared. As Torren had explained to her, he may be a bastard ruler, but as king he wanted to ensure that his legacy was cemented with a legitimate male heir. That could only happen through marriage, and she was the unfortunate bride.
With the two of them wed it would unite the rival factions and put a cease to hostilities. She would become Queen, and in time the son she would bear him would become heir to the throne.
As the youngest sister it was a life she never imagined. A life she had never even wanted. But she had no choice in the matter. Today was the day she would be bound to a man she didn't love and forced to have his children.
She was terrified at the prospect, but curious as well. She had seen Torren's enormous prick. How he had fucked her sister in the throne room and planted a baby inside her. As a virgin who had only ever kissed a man, she couldn't help but be aroused at finally finding out what sex was like.
A servant called from outside the room.
"Princess, the ceremony is about to begin."
There was no turning back now. In a few hours, she would soon find out.
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Lorena walked up the aisle as the wedding organ played, stepping forward tentatively towards the dark future that awaited her. Married to an evil tyrant. Married to the king.
Torren stood at the front dressed in regal black robes - the golden crown atop his dark curly hair. His brown eyes lustily looked Lorena up and down. He may have conquered a kingdom, but this beautiful virgin bride was the ultimate prize.
They were surrounded by wedding guests, most of them Torren's allies, but a few of her family were there as well including her sister, Cathelyn. Torren had thrown her in the dungeons after raping her, along with her husband, Prince Glennister.
But as a gesture of goodwill he had allowed them to attend the royal wedding. Lorena was stunned by how Cathelyn appeared. Her usual pristine looks were now ragged and dirty; the tattered old dress she was wearing barely concealing the baby bump. Three months ago her bastard half-brother had inseminated her, and it was now starting to show.
Most shocking of all was the sad, defeated look in her eyes. She had lost a kingdom. Lost the crown. She had been fucked and filled with another man's child. And now she was watching her sweet, innocent younger sister be married to that same man.
Lorena wanted to cry but knew she must be strong for both Cathelyn and her other sister, Stefanie. Rumours had spread of her escape from the city three months ago. Lorena just hoped she was safe somewhere, and that Henry was with her.
As she stared into Torren's eyes and exchanged vows, it was he she thought of. The humble servant who she had loved her whole life. It was him who should be standing in front of her right now - not this monstrosity.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife" said the high priest conducting the wedding ceremony.
It was not meant to be. Just like that, her option of a better life with Henry was extinguished like a candle in the wind. She was Torren's wife now. Her future lay with him.
"You may now kiss the bride," said the priest.
Torren smirked before leaning in close to Lorena. She stared into his brown eyes, took in his olive skin and hooked features, before closing her eyes and parting her lips.
His mouth touched hers and their lips locked - a kiss that sealed his claim to the kingdom. A kiss that sealed her fate.
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While Lorena was now trapped in a marriage to a tyrant, her sister Stefanie had managed to escape his evil clutches.
Three months after Henry had freed her from the palace dungeons, the two of them had sneaked out of the capital and crossed over the southern border of Nordheim into the neighbouring kingdom of Karnon.
They had seen an awful lot of horror and devastation since. Crops destroyed, villages torched to the ground - Torren's forces had wreaked havoc across the land. Finding a horse and cart, the two had chosen to only travel at night to avoid being spotted along the road.
But after what felt like an eternity, they had finally made it to Karnon, a sanctuary away from the war and terror in their homeland. The air was sweet, the flowers were in full bloom, and the dark skinned people of the land here were living happy, peaceful lives.
But to the two of them it was a foreign place, and they still had to be careful.
Henry drove the horse and cart, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Meanwhile Stefanie sat in the cart, surveying the countryside. There was not much else she could do in her current state. 9 months pregnant, her stomach had ballooned up to a huge size to accommodate the bastard son growing inside of her. The bastard son that she would very soon give birth to.
Rubbing her large tummy, every now and then she could feel the kick of the baby inside of her. Despite never wanting children, her maternal instincts had taken over and she was fiercely protective of what she was carrying. She just hoped the child she would soon give birth to would not be evil like her father.
The cart suddenly drew to a halt. Stefanie looked up to see why Henry had stopped. Out of nowhere, a large band of soldiers had surrounded them. Karnon soldiers, Stefanie was stunned by their tall, athletic nubian bodies. She was even more surprised to see that at least half of the soldiers were women as well - similar to how she looked in her prime but with dark skin rather than her pale complexion, and black braided hair.
"What brings you to Karnon?" barked one of the female soldiers at Henry and Stefanie.
"We're a couple of farmers from Nordheim looking to sell our produce here in Karnon. The war in our country has been very bad for business," replied Henry.
It was a well rehearsed answer, but it wasn't fooling these soldiers. The woman who had questioned them moved round to the back of the cart and looked Stefanie up and down.
"I see you are with child. And very soon about to give birth. I take it you are the Princess Stefanie?" said the soldier.
Stefanie's eyes opened wide in shock. How could they possibly know? What would they do with them?
"Our spies have tracked you ever since you entered our lands. Do not worry princess, you have nothing to fear. But you must come with us," said the soldier.
"Come with you where?" asked Stefanie.
The soldier smiled.
