Author's note: This is the first 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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Chapter One: Promised
King Edmin fidgeted impatiently on the throne. Ruling over his kingdom of Nordheim was a truly tiresome business. Listening to his advisors; discussing budgets and taxes, conflicts and diplomacy, pageants and feasts.
There were only two things he enjoyed in the world - hunting wild animals in Flenhorn Forest and fucking his beautiful wife, the Queen Maureen.
With a raging storm outside there was no chance of the former. The latter on the other hand was very close to hand.
He just had to grant an audience to one more emissary, from the neighboring Kingdom of Karnon. Then he could retire for the day from his duties and return to his bedchambers, where his golden blonde spouse of the past five years would be waiting for him.
He would soon be kissing her soft, pink lips; taking off her fine garments until she lay naked before him. He would then caress her long slender legs, massage her supple breasts, and savour the sweet nectar of her moist cunt with his tongue before his rock-hard cock would penetrate her folds and...
"The Emissary from Karnon is here your majesty," said one of Edmin's servants, interrupting his sweet daydream.
"Go on, send him in!" the king barked back as he shifted uncomfortably in the throne, trying as best he could to cover his raging erection. The man quickly scurried over to open the big wooden door of the throne room. In strode a thin, dark man wrapped in what appeared to be dirty white sheets.
Edmin observed the ebony individual approaching. Visitors from Karnon were a rare sight in Nordheim; the dark-skinned people from the south a complete contrast from the white, fair-haired people of his dominion.
And in Edmin's mind he wanted as little to do with them as possible. Savages is what he saw them as, with their stark lives, simple clothes and strange customs. They had no castles, palaces or cathedrals - surely the only sign of a true civilization?
Yet they were well known for their ferocious fighting forces. An alliance was important. Better to have these beasts on our side than against us.
The visitor bowed before beginning to speak. "Greetings your majesty, I am an emissary from the Kingdom of Karnon. King Mukisa values the warm friendship between the people of Karnon and Nordheim. He wishes to further strengthen the ties between our two great Kingdoms with a proposal of marriage.
"The king's son, Prince Abilo, is still but a child. But one day he will be not just a man, but heir to the throne and future ruler of Karnon.
"You have two young daughters of a similar age. My king proposes that your eldest, Princess Cathelyn, be betrothed to the prince, and when both become adults they may wed, cementing the strong alliance between our peoples."
Edmin slouched back in his throne, regarding the proposal with contempt. He very well understood the true meaning of this offer.
Yes, he had two daughters. But alas, no sons. The only area where the Queen had failed him as a wife so far was in providing a true heir. If she could not provide him with male offspring, then Cathelyn, and whoever she was married to, would rule after him. This is a mere ploy for Karnon to one day rule over Nordheim! There was no way Edmin would ever let that happen.
"I appreciate King Mukisa's warm words and appreciate his offer of alliance," Edmin began. "But my eldest daughter Cathelyn is already promised to another, the Duke of Glenister."
She wasn't, but that could easily change. The Duke was a meek individual, but a rich one. Already a young man, he would have to wait for Cathelyn to grow up. But once they were married, he would ensure the Kingdom's coffers remained well-stocked. Most importantly, he was of pure Nordheim bloodline. Not a dirty savage from down south.
"Oh...I see, my congratulations to the Duke. I was not aware such an announcement had been made," said the emissary, surprised to hear the news.
"But you do have another daughter, Princess Stefanie. King Mukisa would happily wed his son to her instead."
Now it was Edmin's turn to be surprised. He had assumed the marriage proposal for Cathelyn was a ploy for the throne. But Stefanie? She was of no importance - just another Princess who would live at court, wed a noble and provide him with children. There would be no value in Mukisa's son marrying her.
Yet the thought of it still disgusted him. The idea that as an adult she would take a black man as husband and dilute their proud lineage by producing half-black children was unthinkable.
Edmin's outrage began to show. "Once again, I appreciate the offer from King Mukisa. But tell him I have no plans to wed my children to any of his," he snarled at the emissary.
"Thank you for your audience your majesty. I will relay this to my king," the dark stranger cooly replied. And with that, he turned round and left the throne room.
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Edmin ascended the steps up to his bedchambers as quickly as he could. His impatience was boiling over after the day's events, and all he wanted was to see, touch, ravish his wife as soon as possible.
He opened the door and stepped inside. Queen Maureen sat at the bedside mirror, her back turned to him as she delicately brushed her long, golden hair.
"How are you my King?" she softly asked, while continuing to brush.
"Annoyed. The King of Karnon proposed to me I wed one of our daughters to his son. The cheek of it!" he replied.
"You refused?"
"Of course. Can't have our proud bloodline mixing with those inferior to us."
Queen Maureen was not surprised. The people of Nordheim kept to themselves. Her parents were white and fair haired, as was her husband and her children. And she was certain that in time her grandchildren would be the same.
"It's obvious what he is playing at. He wants to exploit our daughters so that his son would have a claim to our Kingdom," huffed Edmin.
Maureen turned around to face her husband - her king. She had deep green eyes, thin nose and narrow lips. Her finely brushed, golden hair cascaded down onto her silky robes. A true beauty, Edmin had felt himself the luckiest man alive when they had wed five years ago.
She had provided everything for him except the one thing he most desired, a son. Despite frequent lovemaking, conception had been difficult. She had provided him with two daughters, but no male heir.
It was as if she could read his mind. "Fear not, my love - I will deliver you a son."
"When?" he shot back, a little too curtly.
"Perhaps tonight."
A faint smile appeared across her lips as she got up and walked over to her husband. He put his hands on her sides as she looked up deeply into his eyes.
"It has been two weeks since my last moon-blood and I feel warm and tingly all over my love. My fertile body is in heat and needs you inside of me."
Her words had an immediate effect. Maureen could feel straight away her King's cock pushing from his breaches and softly stabbing her stomach. He immediately began to undress her, peeling back her robes to reveal her large, juicy breasts. Childbirth had caused them to slightly sag, but in his mind it made them all the more appetising.
Edmin took her left tit into his mouth, then the right, suckling at her hard nipples. She gasped as his other hand went down towards her pussy, probing her moist folds as he stuck first one, then two fingers inside.
Maureen stepped back and lied down on the bed, revealing the glory of her perfect body to Edmin. He pulled off his own robes and pulled down his breaches, his dick springing up at full attention. Pre-cum oozed from the tip in anticipation at what was to come. He was going to impregnate his wife once more. Third time lucky. His son would soon be growing inside of her.
The two naked rulers merged into one as Edmin lowered himself on top of his Queen. She spread her legs further to accommodate his body as he lined up his cock with her waiting entrance.
Electricity surged between both of them as his tip touched her folds. In position, he pushed forward, feeling her glorious pussy envelop his member. He sunk further and further in, causing them both to moan their approval as he went up to the hilt. His sword was sheathed within her - back in the place it belonged.
The two looked into one another's eyes again. "Put a son in me," Maureen cooed. Edmin didn't need to be told twice. He began to push back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her sweet cunt.
Even after all these years, she still felt amazing. Her pussy lips, while not as tight as they were when first wed, still clamped down on his cock as he penetrated her deeper and deeper.
His left hand explored her body, savouring her mouth, her neck, her breasts, her legs. While his right hand held firmly on to her behind, making sure that each thrust of his dick went as deep as possible.
Her moans grew louder and louder as her orgasm took hold. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she sighed as her cunt contracted around his dick. It sent Edmin over the edge.
This was it. The conclusion to their lovemaking. He thrust harder and harder until his body tightened and his dick spasmed. The pent-up cum within him gushed out into her accepting body, coating her fertile insides with his potent semen. Spurt after spurt, hitting her cervix, seeping into her womb, making her once more a mother.
The King looked down upon his wife and smiled, His hand gently traced over her currently flat stomach. "I can't wait to meet our son," he said.
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"It's a girl."
At first Edmin pretended he didn't hear it. It must be a joke.
