The warriors with quick steps went to the throne room, where the king sat with his advisers. Interrupting their meeting, the warrior who carried the queen, wrapped in a cloak, headed straight for the ruler angry with such a trick.

- How dare you youth! The angry king shouted and nodded to the guard to grab the disrespectful youngster.

“Your Majesty, forgive my audacity, but I have our queen Eleanor in my arms,” the warrior shouted before approaching, seeing that he was already preparing to take him into custody.

- What are you talking about?

- She was in the central square. In such condition, - the young man has chastened.

The king, not believing the words, nevertheless went up to the warrior and stared in horror at the exhausted woman, in whose face he recognized his once-beautiful wife. Her gaze was glassy, ​​her hair tangled and stuck to her face, which was completely covered with dried mud, blood and sperm. Carefully shrouded in a cloak of a warrior who did not allow the king to evaluate the rest of her wounds.

- Oh my God! Bring her to the royal chambers! - ordered the king, afraid to even touch a woman before the examination of the royal doctor. - Call me doctor, urgently !!!

The guard entered the queen's room and gently lowered her onto the bed. Not knowing what to do with the raincoat, he nevertheless pulled it away, and quickly averted his eyes. Hearing behind the wild cry of the king, the warrior hastened to retire.

The king ran over to his wife, shocked at his exhausted body. The fact that they have outraged the woman was not questioned, but her rounded belly and milk in bulk were incredible, a reliable sign of pregnancy. Only now a woman could not become so in a week. It is simply impossible, unreal.

“Eleanor, love, come to yourself,” the man begged, gently slapping her cheeks and slightly shaking.

“My king,” the woman whispered softly, barely opening her eyelids and seeing only the vague outline of her husband, not knowing whether it was a dream or a truth.

- What happened to you? Where are our daughters?

“My husband,” she whispered again unconsciously, and then she threw her head back sharply and moaned, feeling the painful pulsation in her stomach.

In the morning a woman again covered the wild pains in the uterus, but for the first time the warrior denied her of his seed. Every hour the condition of the woman was getting worse. The pain was becoming unbearable. The spasms shook the body over and over again, causing it to burn in agony. The child demanded a vital substance, and without receiving intuitively he sought the opportunity to break free, pushing in the body of a human female, and this caused unbearable suffering.

- Tell me what happened? The king demanded again, but the woman rushed over the pillow, unable to answer him because of the intolerable pain. Only inarticulate sounds and pleas flew out of her mouth.

“It hurts, it hurts so much,” she whispered in delirium. - Give it to me, please, I can not take it anymore, give.

- What do you give, Eleanor? - but the woman no longer responded to her husband, shaking on the bed and mumbling incoherently. - Can you hear me? Eleanor!!!

The king squeezed her shoulders, forcing not to move, but the woman with all her strength began to pull out. Her hands clenched on her stomach, and the man glared at them. He was ready to swear that he had seen, as if he were being squeezed, then he was stretching again.

The bedchamber door opened, and the court doctor quickly went to the suffering woman. The king turned to him and glared at it, looking at how the little old man felt his wife's stomach.

- I need to look at her bosom, my sovereign, to confirm my guesses.

The king nodded, and, pressing his wife to the bed, he spread her legs in different directions.Shutting his eyes for a moment, he still forced himself to look at his wife's genitals. The once beautiful bud, which aroused desire in him, was now swollen and reddened. The labia stretched out indecently, dispersed to the sides. Covered with juices, they trembled, as if the woman was agitated. Her broken bosom seemed to tell him that it was not a simple man who had raped her, but a real giant. But they did not exist in nature.

“Ahhhhh,” the woman shouted again, when another bout covered her body with pain.

A yellowish liquid flowed from her womb, and the king grimaced in disgust. The man had no idea what kind of abomination happened to his wife, but it was not of human origin. A nasty smell filled the room, causing vomiting.

“She’s pregnant, my lord,” the doctor muttered. - Yes, yes, pregnant, but I can not explain how this is possible. On the face of these prenatal contractions.

- Help me, please help! The woman shouted, arching unnaturally in the hands of the king.

- Eleonora, I order you, tell me what happened!

“The Beast,” writhing at birth, she nevertheless began to say what King Deacon ordered her, hoping that he would show mercy to her daughters and they would not have to go through this. - He is alive. He attacked us. Killed the whole squad. He raped me and left me in a carriage, and took the girls with him. I could barely get to the city, a woman flashed, uncontrollable tears flowed down her cheeks, and a feeling of guilt slashed through her soul, for now she betrayed not only her husband, but all of their state. But the wine quickly disappeared on the threshold of a new pain, and the queen wailed again. - Do you see what he did to me? See? - Her hand rose hard and covered her bulging belly. - It is so painful. It corrodes me from the inside. He eats me. Breaking out!

- What eats you up? - asked the king in horror, and he was already guessing about the answer.

- His offspring. He poured his demonic seed into my womb, and it developed with unprecedented speed. Now I feel like he is pushing, wanting to jump out, leave my womb. Aaaaa, I can not, - she again rushed about, - it hurts, aaaah, it hurts so much.

After these words, the king bounced off the woman like a leper. The queen squeezed her stomach with her hands and spun on the bed, moaning loudly from the agony of torment. Even the doctor was afraid to approach her, only incoherently praying and crossing himself:

- O Lord, save us!

- Help her! Cut it out of her womb, so that no one knows! You understood me! - cruelly ordered the king.

- Yes, Your Majesty.

- Aaaaaaa !!! - interrupting the conversation of men, screamed the queen.

She arched as a new wave of contractions struck in the back, burning her insides with fire. From her crotch greyish-yellow mucus splashed with powerful pressure. And there was so much of her that, after soaking the sheets, she began to drip onto the floor. The king, who saw a lot of blood and slaughter in his lifetime, tore away from what he saw.

“I'm afraid I don't have to cut anything, my king.” It is about to come out of the queen.

Eleanor huddled in generic convulsions. The skin on her stomach was blown out, stretching up. The labia opened, and the woman's body began to push the fetus out of itself. The doctor only stood and was baptized, but he did not dare approach the queen to help.

- Oh, God, God, God, - she moored.

As soon as her channel began to stretch, and the cub began to tear her, the pain in her body passed into unearthly ecstasy. It was so unexpected, so bright and colorful, that the queen screamed again, only now from pleasure. Hot tin of pleasure poured through the veins, fingers digging into the sheets. The pupils of the woman rolled under the eyelids, blood struck in the head, and in the temples hissed. His face was covered with red spots, from the fact that there was not enough air in the lungs.

- Yes Yes Yes!!! - the queen laughed hysterically, now with all her strength she was trying to feel this ecstasy again and again.

The queen's chest swelled, her nipples hardened, and the milk began to pour out, splashing the fountain. Carnal delight has never been so strong.The euphoria of happiness captured a woman, completely controlling her mind. She did not care that her beloved husband and the king watched this picture with horror and contempt. And just the same, that she gave birth to a monster. On the contrary, in ...