I Baby
Arvi
“I want to stop taking the medicine.”
I freeze when Caliane makes her announcement. She sits with her hands folded demurely in her lap, the picture of propriety, even though only this morning she was a disheveled mess writhing between us all. If not for her unexpected words, I’d crack a smile. The contrast between private Caliane and the public one is always so much fun.
She’s fun.
“Are you sure?” Magnar asks, frowning. “Sameel has only just started to walk. Gods know I fucking adore you pregnant, but you need to recover properly.”
Sameel is our second kid. The first one is Nisha, Magnar’s daughter. Sameel is Raduna’s; we can tell by his red hair. Though of course, every kid Caliane gives birth to belongs to us all.
“We need to have at least five children,” she says, straightening her spine with authority. “I thought about it, and itmakes the most sense: we should divide our lands the same way the Emperor did back in the day, establishing the Eleven. Right now, we rule over Roharra and four kingdoms. We need five heirs to take over.”
I take out my knife and twirl it between my fingers in silence. Raduna hums thoughtfully, and I realize with a thrill: his son will be a king one day. Raduna was born a farmer in a long line of farmers. I bet none of his ancestors ever dreamed of becoming kings.
“I’ve been thinking about this, too,” Magnar admits. “It makes sense. But we don’t have to rush, love.”
She purses her lips, leaning forward. “We do. Idrina is doing worse. I want her to go in peace, knowing we have a solid plan for the kingdoms.”
“My mother has been promising to die for years,” Magnar scoffs. “Don’t fall for this again. She’s tough as nails.”
“No, Caliane is right,” Khay says with a frown. “I noticed when I carried your mother to her chair last time. She’s lost some weight. And she doesn’t berate us even half as much as before. I think she feels weak.”
Magnar’s face clouds with worry. Despite his careless words, he loves his mother and wants her to be with us as long as possible. I think with a pang about my mom, whom I haven’t seen in years. I wrote to her once after I became Magnar’s knight and my father couldn’t touch me anymore. I offered to take her away from him, too. She refused, saying she was happy, and I believe her. My father was only cruel to me.
“I talked to Anke,” Caliane says, taking Magnar’s hand. “She said as long as I do my exercises to keep my womb strong, there is no reason to delay.”
Oh, the exercises. I smile, thinking about how much stronger Caliane’s pussy became thanks to them. She squeezes me so tight inside, positively milking me with her muscles. Of course,she does the exercises to counteract the effort of carrying and birthing half-Agnidari children, but I adore the sexy side effects.
“If that’s what you want, that’s your choice.” Magnar gives in, like always. He’ll hover over her like an overprotective mother hen, but he also knows quarrelling with our queen is pointless when she’s made up her mind. “So, who wants to be the father? Or do we do a lottery like last time?”
After Nisha was born, Caliane went on the medicine, and we were all able to fuck her anywhere since then. When Magnar’s girl turned two, Caliane decided it was time. She stopped taking the brew and we all fucked her freely, making bets whose seed would take. Though, I took her ass way more often than pussy at the time. Now, shivers go down my spine, my chest filling with longing and dread.
Please, let it be me. Or better not.
“I don’t know about a lottery,” Raduna rumbles. “I think it’s time to think strategically. Khay, Arvi? Do you want to have children of your blood?”
Khay clicks his tongue, swallowing a bite of an apple. He always carries a few in his pockets since it’s early autumn—the apple picking season. “I already have four kids. I consider my nieces, as well as Nisha and Sameel all mine. I don’t really care about blood heirs, to be honest. At least until my nieces are grown up. Arvi?”
Everyone looks at me. The knife twirls faster and faster as I try to compose a good answer, but there’s chaos in my head. I want to, but…
What if the kid is like me? What if they aren’t? What if they fall sick and die? What if Caliane gets hurt? She still can’t take me all the way in, and if I get excited breeding her, and I know I will, I might lose control. And what if it doesn’t work? My line is weak. My mother only got pregnant once, years after she married my father. What if I can’t knock up my queen? I’d feel so humiliated.
Soft, small hands frame my face, and I jerk, stopping the spinning knife. Caliane stands in front of me, and I don’t have to lift my head to look into her eyes. She’s so close, and her smile is so warm and loving.
“Would you like to have a baby with me, Arvi?”
My breath stutters in my throat. When she puts it like that…
“Yes,” I reply, the longing overpowering everything else. “But…”
“No buts.” She presses in, giving me a soft kiss. “We’ll make it work as long as you want to. I do.”
Magnar claps once, happy about the outcome. “So it’s decided. Arvi fucks pussy from now on, and we—ass. Everyone happy with this? Perfect. I’m going to check on my mother.”
He leaves. Khay and Raduna follow, the first talking about the archery lesson he planned for his nieces, the other—about some special flower that only blooms once every five years. When the door closes, I’m left alone with Caliane. Our bedroom is flooded with the muted sunlight filtered through heavy, silvery clouds.
