As the days floated away, as Nitishila enjoyed his wife's company, he recognized something. As indifferent as Inka was during a normal moment, and as unhinged and deliciously fervid as she was during copulation, something changed.
First, Inka seemed less willing to play board or card games. Second, some days later, she would often be found staring at what was obviously nothing. Only Nitishila or Jorun could lure her out of quiet gloom, and usually after shaking her shoulder or clapping their hands before her face.
Third, some more days later, Nitishila learned from a concerned maid that Inka hadn't been eating as much food as normal, especially not any desserts. Nitishila tried to hand feed her sugary leaf rolls and puffed rice cakes. She bit and chewed but very unenthusiastically. The only reason he knew she was unenthusiastic was because her jaw was so maddeningly slow. Otherwise, Inka's face and body language was overall emotionless.
Fourth, on a gentle and cool afternoon, Nitishila visited Inka's apartment, and her feet were slow as she met him in her reception room. She looked paler than normal, and that was a frightening statement, considering she was already so naturally white. Nitishila rushed to his feet and took her hands. His worried eyes looked down at hers. Those pretty teal irises weren't focused.
"Darling, are you depressed?"
Inka put one of her smooth hands on his chest, right on his shirt and below a necklace. "How can I be depressed in such a luxurious home, and with such an attentive husband?"
Unwilling to accept her polite and mollifying words, Nitishila leaned in and whispered, "I should've realized it from the beginning. Your resolve is waning."
Inka shook her head. "No, please don't concern yourself."
Nitishila held her regardless, right in front of the maids, Mamun, and Jorun. Then he led his wife in her own apartment, right to a dining room, and he asked for a cup of hot tea to hopefully soothe his pitiable wife. As they sat down, he held one of her hands, weaving the fingers, and he whispered in her ear, "Is it because we have no children yet?"
Inka's eyes closed, and her breath stilled.
"It is," he murmured. He nuzzled her cheek. "Fret not. We'll have a child soon. It's our destiny."
A tray with a ready tea set was soon placed on the table before them. A cup was set for the prince too, even though he hadn't asked for one. Using a small cloth for protection, he took the teapot's handle and base and carefully poured the steaming liquid into one of the cups. Then he put the cup just at Inka's pretty mouth and said, "Go on."
Inka took the cup's handle and made the most mechanical looking sip. There was no joy in her eyes, not that she showed much joy on a regular basis. He had her drink three cups in total. Then he asked her to come with him.
It didn't matter how early in the day it was. His wife needed comfort.
In the large bedchamber, where the round canopy bed patiently awaited its mistress, Nitishila pinned a section of the sheer curtain away and sat Inka down on the mattress.
At her side, he told her sweet things with a low voice.
"You're so healthy and bright, and I'll dare to say I'm the same. We'll have children, fat little babies, the fattest babies with pink cheeks." Nitishila put her cheek on his bosom and slid his hand down and up her arm. "There are so many appearances our children could have. Dark, pale, or medium. Blonde, black, or brown hair, curly or straight. Dark or pretty blue green eyes." His fingers drummed on her skin for a quick moment. "They'll likely be beautiful, but if nature refuses to allow that, it would have little importance. They'd still be our little princes and princesses."
A reserved little comment floated up from Inka. "None of those fantasies hold weight. My womb is empty, while your honorable sister, Queen Jaya, has likely have given birth by now." Aside from the light volume, there wasn't anything sad in the tone. However, Nitishila knew she was sad. He wanted to tell her this wasn't a competition, but it almost was. At least, there was certainly great pressure put upon both of them.
"Dipping into despair won't solve the problem," he said before giving her a little kiss on her cheek. "If you do that, your health might fail, and that will ruin any pregnancy we gain." He gave another kiss, then another. That led to him pulling all their jewelry and clothes away, and more kisses, and huskier words, less courtly words.
"I'll do my best, Inka. I'll fuck you until I break."
Her pretty bosom jiggled as she turned her face away, her lips thinning out and her eyes wide.
Nitishila nudged her down, her back on the mattress, her clean fingernails impatiently scratching at the sheets. He leaned over her and gently held one nipple between his fingers. Then he spread his fingers out a few times over the aureole, petting the wrinkling little bit of skin. He loved how the daylight showed him the full effect. He could truly appreciate how flushed Inka was becoming, how pink and pretty she was.
"You want a baby, right?" He gripped her breast and put his free hand between her thighs, palming her warm mons.
Inka's eyelids fluttered and she brought the back of her hand to her lips.
Stroking her soft labia with his fingers, rubbing the hair with the heel of his hand, Nitishila leered down at the breast he kneaded and said, "I want it too. I want your belly full from my seed."
"Hnnnnnnnn!!" Inka shuddered. He didn't just see it; he felt it in his hands. His cock was already reacting. He loved it when she lost control of herself.
Allowing a single finger to reach inside her channel, pressing and swirling up, Nitishila watched her squirm. He left her breast alone and took a more comfortable kneeling position. He grabbed his erection, dryly stroking, as he touched a little ridge inside Inka's wet tunnel. She loved it; he knew she did. Her feet kicked and her eyes closed. She also moaned against her hand.
"You're already soaking my finger, Inka. Do you want it now? You want me to fuck you now?"
Inka didn't answer, not verbally. She only whined.
"Did you say something? I couldn't hear you." Nitishila put his thumb on her clitoris. His testicles felt so much tighter yet heavier as he watched it twitch under his little caress. "Don't you want me to cum in you?"
He didn't sound like a prince at all.
Finally, Inka used words. "Yes! Please! Give me your seed!"
Nitishila didn't think he had the right to disobey.
He wrapped her legs around his body the best he could. Then one hand went to her backside, the other went to her shoulder, the arm bending around her.
The head pierced through first, spreading her opening apart. She mumbled something foreign and scratched his back. Nitishila was too concerned with how deliciously her cunt tried to gobble him up to think of the light pain from her nails. Closing his eyes for a few seconds, he quietly reveled in the pleasure. Then, once Inka had starting grousing about how badly she wanted more of him, Nitishila gave in and sunk all of himself into her.
His knees almost went numb, which might not have been good since they were digging in the bed, but he didn't care. He had a pretty little wife to impregnate. His toes and the arches of his feet felt electric. The space between his testicles and penis felt like it was vibrating in the most satisfying way.
Inka's breath was sweet in his mouth as they kissed again, sloppy this time. He rocked into her almost like he wanted to hurt her. Almost. He'd never hurt her, not purposely. She was a white rose with pink dusted on the petal's edges, a little fairy that might have come from a river, a milky goddess with a perfect face. She was several things, at least metaphorically.
He loved fucking her. Damn.
