Queen Eleanor slowly recovered. Her body ached, thoughts could not gather in a logical chain, and only some kind of fog and sensations, as if she only had a nightmare. To her misfortune, the nightmare turned out to be a reality, and she realized this when warm breath scorched the skin near the neck, and a coarse voice, said.

“Time to get up, Your Majesty.”

She opened her eyes sharply and met the monster’s red, glowing eyes. He squeezed her chin and fell to his lips, roughly penetrating the mouth of a woman. His taste was different from her husband, and his tongue was incredibly long, penetrating deep into her throat. When he finally broke away, she was breathing heavily.

He rose from her, looking victoriously at the woman, and she, drawn by the force of his gaze, traced his path through her body. A desperate cry of horror swept across the room. Her hands went over her body, but she could not believe that it was it. Her stomach stretched like a long term of pregnancy, proudly bulging forward. With her palms, she felt movement in her womb. Warm beating. Her fingers dipped lower, to the itch on her bosom, and faced melted wax that was closing her channel.

- It is necessary to keep all my sperm in you. Otherwise, the fruit will die. - Deacon said, closely watching the queen.

She did not know what to say. Being in a state of shock, she prayed that her daughters would not have to go through this. Her mouth had already opened, ready to beg him to descend, when the prince turned sharply to the wall, as if listening, and then again to her.

- It's time. Today you will witness the birth of my first child. - He said, and going up to the queen, he raised her to his feet, entering after him.

The queen walked slowly. Unexpected weight forced her to pump from side to side. Her cheeks were burning from the fact that she had to go completely naked, but the king was not at all embarrassed. They went through only a couple of rooms, and, stopping near one of the door, entered it. What the queen saw before her brought her into even greater despair. On the bed, moaning loudly, lying Queen Etroska, mother of Prince Dacon, who declared himself king. And now she was giving birth to a child of her son. Queen Eleanor already shuddered.

The belly of the women bulged unnaturally, the back arched and it seemed to be in agony. Only on her face was the expression of unearthly pleasure, true bliss. She screamed, moaned, squeezed the sheets, with her legs spread wide apart, near which stood two women, dressed only in loincloths. Next to them on the floor were stacks of sheets and a basin of hot water.

— Deacon, he is coming! Oh, God, how nice ... he is about to be born! - furiously shouted the queen, increasingly throwing her head back. There were notes of madness, joy and euphoria in her voice, and Eleanor could not believe that that great queen lay before her, the rumor about which even reached their kingdom. For a woman in general, it was hard to introduce the large-scale change that happened to the most powerful kingdom in the world. It seemed inconceivable, but the fact that it turned into it was not subject to her understanding.

King Deacon left the queen Eleanar, locking the door behind him, and headed for his mother. He crouched beside her, putting his massive dark hand on her stomach and pressing hard.

- AAAAA !!! Yes, more, more! - screamed queen.

Juices mixed with some mucus flowed from her bosom, which was unnatural for a human woman. And the strangest thing was not a drop of blood, only this mucus. The sheet under the woman became completely wet, and part of the mucus drained to the floor.One of the women, meanwhile, wiped the queen's feet, wiping off this mucus, after which she began to work on the stone floor. The second settled between the legs of the queen, spreading them apart. Daikon again crushed the abdomen of a woman, and a cramp went through her body. Eleanor leaned against the wall, her hands on her bulging belly and watched in horror.

The queen's belly seemed to move on its own, and Deacon, removing his hands, got out of bed and chased the slave away, placed himself between her legs, spreading them out unnaturally wide. One of his hands moved to the bosom of the mother, and he began to push it inside.

The queen's tears rolled down her cheeks, her mouth opened, and her tongue walked over her dry lips. Eleonara put her hand to her mouth, trying not to scream.

- Come on, mom, come on. This is our firstborn, and he wants to see this world. - Dikon spoke, and the queen echoed a cry of pleasure.

He slowly pulled his hand from her distended bosom, lightly holding the dark gray head. The queen huddled in the throes of orgasm. For all her life she had never experienced this. Pleasure seemed unearthly. He couldn’t be compared to the travail when she gave birth to Deikon and his sister. These feelings and close did not stand. Every time she tried to push the child out of herself, waves of impossible pleasure covered her, it seemed that she would die from him.

- Yes, some more, Mom. You want to finally feel the full force of this orgasm.

- Yes!!! - The queen screamed, and her cry was echoed by the squeaky cry of the child, in which already now growls were heard, proving to the world that he was not human.

The queen collapsed on the bed, as if the spirit had left her body, but she was still alive. Happiness flooded her completely. Never in her life had she felt so much blissful pleasure. Her brain flooded hundreds of thoughts about how she loved her child and his father, that she was ready for everything for them, and she wanted to give birth to her son again and again, as if nothing more was important than this. This feeling came to her from the very depths of her heart, and the queen was surprised that for so long she had refused such happiness. Now she began to belong completely to her male, her will depended on him, and the woman did not regret a bit about it.

She felt a heaviness on her sleeping belly, and, opening her eyes, looked at her little miracle, which was a copy of her father. Pointed ears, dark gray skin, and black eyes. The baby fell to her breast, greedily pulling in the milk, and the queen leaned back on the pillows, now surrendering herself to the soft waves of pleasure, dreaming once to relive that firework of feelings that the baby had just born.

Approaching his son, Dikon tore him from his mother’s chest and lifted him in front of him. A drop of milk was placed on the breast of a woman’s glass, and the baby seemed to follow her eyes. The king gently turned the tiny head to himself and pressed the claw to his forehead, outlining the sign in the form of a trident, which meant the primacy of birth. The wound on the forehead of the child quickly healed, turning into a scar. Now his firstborn will always stand out among his offspring. His son, born of a female, that once gave life to him. The chain closed. The world has become more perfect, and the king saw it in the face of his cub. He again lowered him into the hands of his mother, and he quickly found his desired goal, capturing his sharp nipple with his lips and with force began to absorb the milk. The king grinned. His children are stronger, stronger and faster in development than ordinary human ones, and this was another great gift from their god.

“I name you by name Rogan, the first prince of the new world.” May your life's journey be magnificent. - Proudly announced King Dacon. - Take care of her and my son. - Deacon ordered the slave, and looked at his mother again. In her eyes there was no longer rebelliousness, only euphoria, happiness. She can never get rid of this type of drug. All her thoughts and goals will now be aimed at increasing his offspring. A woman will rave about this idea, wait for his seed, need him.Her body postpartum recovery, which will last about a week, will again ovulate. The flow of his female will be a continuous property of her life.

He felt his blood boiling in his veins, how his power increased from the birth of his offspring. His firstborn will grow up and become the same producer as his ...