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Click hereThe Almighty willing, Meshdin had seen the conception of a child.
In another time -- in another, very distant life -- he would have been furious. He would have raged and called for the lifeguards; ordered the swift and merciless execution of the illicit couple. He might have swung the royal headsman's heavy sword himself. His dearest woman and his truest friend, wrapped together in a treacherous act. It was blasphemous.
But now...
"Ah..." his voice hitched in his chest. "Adya-"
"Shh..." her voice cooed, her lips brushing his cheek. "I want it."
What for? Meshdin's seed was worthless. Rotted by the sickness in his body. But Adya kissed him sweetly, again and again, even as she increased the pace of her hips. His cock was swelling and his loins tightening
"Please," she breathed into his ear. "Give me a child..."
Meshdin came hard. Adya rode him through his orgasm, bucking her hips with his cock fully inside of her -- guiding his seed towards the gates of her womb. A series of warm waves, and then his spurts faded. Meshdin sunk deeper into the seat, breathing heavily. Adya was nuzzling the nape of his neck when he came to, her breath slow and calming. He hugged her, resting a heavy hand on her ass. She purred like a contended cat and burrowed herself deeper into his shoulder. She hadn't reached her climax, he knew that. It was another pain he had learned to live with. Sighing deeply, Meshdin used his free hand to caress her black hair, running the silky strands between his fingers.
Tonight Adya held the seed of two men. His own and that of Bashir. Maybe some of it was quickening inside of her now. Maybe. Meshdin could only pray that he would see it give fruit.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agoQuite lovely story! I really like the setting, and the writing reminded me of some Fantasy stories. The choice to have an ailing, physically "imperfect" protagonist is interesting and I also agree with the other commenter on Adya's characterisation. While impregnation and cuckolding aren't my biggest kinks, they were well done and pretty hot in this story. The only things I was confused about were the tag (I didn't realise they were of different races, I thought the Sultan was pale simply from illness) and the mention both of the Sultana's hairlessness and her pubic hair (especially as Arabs were known to shave down there in history). All in all I would be very happy to read a second chapter!
PaleDuchessover 2 years agoAuthorThank you for your comment. I'm glad you enjoyed the story. I do want to write more, even if there doesn't seem to be a huge amount of interest in this kind of story. Perhaps I will try to move it to the Loving Wife category. We'll see.
Anonymousover 2 years agoMy wife found your story and we both enjoyed it tremendously. It was highly erotic and psychologically rich. I think the word that comes to mind, to describe your story, is ‘poignant’.
An aging, wounded Sultan has to rely on one of his generals to produce an heir - via his wife’s, the Sultana’s, womb. Your characterization of Adya was quite good and very touching.
Now, before we sign off, we also have a major impregnation fetish with a slight eugenics twist. (My wife is a socio-biologist.) In fact, none of our three children are mine.
Each one was sired by different men that she selected as being near perfect genetically to inseminate her. We certainly are not royalty, but we wanted healthy heirs. And all three of the men certainly enjoyed breeding her.
Again, great story. We hope you might write additional chapters.
