Murasaki caught Shiden’s shoulders in turn, trying to get his attention. “Prince, I don’t- don’t understand,” she gasped, and repeated the sound more loudly when he switched to her right breast. It wasn’t that this was unpleasant- oh, no, not in the least. If it had been, she would have had every right to shove the prince away and leave. She was just confused. Shiden had never ignored her before, as far as she could tell; nor had he ever debased himself by sucking on her breasts. If he would just explain, Murasaki would play along, but clarification was apparently not forthcoming.
Then again, it did feel rather nice.
Shiden finally drew back, catching his breath, but still didn’t explain, instead lowering his head to Murasaki’s stomach, kissing the space between her navel and pelvis over and over. Within the fantasy, the fictional Murasaki stroked his hair, whispering again. “Yes, Prince. Worship my womb, then take me.”
The prince groaned, dearly wishing someone, anyone, would tell him something like that in reality, and sat up, clasping Murasaki’s waist to flip her over. Using both hands and his tail for leverage, he pulled the servant up until her hands were pressed against the headboard, body supported by the pillows. He shoved her thighs apart and slid two fingers into her, making Murasaki cry out and throw her head back. “Gods, yes! Please, don’t make me wait!” the imagined version of her entreated. “I’m ready, Prince. I beg you, please, fill me! Give me your heirs- I want so many of them-”
In reality, Murasaki only squeaked and squealed as Shiden moved his fingers and replaced them with his straining, painful erection, pushing into her slowly. One hand closed on her left breast, and the other touched her stomach, stroking tenderly as he started thrusting. He fantasized about Murasaki’s breasts growing even larger, filling with milk to the point she would beseech him to help her relieve the pressure every day; he envisioned her womb gradually swelling over three years, stretching skin and scales until her body could take no more. He imagined what it would be like to rub her stomach and feel four or five, even six children kicking within her. He thought about what it would be like to be at her side as she labored, watching his offspring slowly emerge from her body into the world, to be loved and cherished, educated and protected, to be allowed freedoms he no longer had-
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