#GetThemPreggers

Skye

While most of her harem-sisters party at the first wedding ceremony’s reception, Skye is putting the finishing touches on the second wedding of the night. And, unlike her last wedding, she’s been preparing for weeks with lots of assistance from the people here. The castle staff is preparing the small reception area, though they won’t bring the food out until the wedding ceremony begins. High Matron Jelenneth and others from the Eilistraeen temple in town are preparing the ceremony grounds. The work is mostly complete at this point and Skye is proud of what she built.

The family now has a small copse of trees suitable for Full Moon Festivals on the castle grounds. The trees planted are very young, currently. Nyadia blessed them with the Plant Growth spell, as the grove is in the same half-mile as the gardens and the vineyard, but double growth on saplings is not very impressive. The trees are from all over, procured from the Harem Hotel shop (the pink haired cat-girl that runs it was quite helpful, much to Skye’s surprise): long-leaf pines and kukui for Mattie, Great Basin bristlecone pine for Tina, Sugar maples for Scarlet, pecan and mesquite for her lady love and Josie (and the later for Honey too; the nehtaliante has been wanting to harvest fresh mesquite sap and nectar for so long), coast redwood for Alex, carob trees for Aelene, Western hemlocks for herself. Some of the other trees are sort of weird to Skye, because they are native to their new home (or, in the case of the vaguely honey locust trees for Honey, something from her original world): something akin to pigeon wood trees grow along Glitterdust’s old volcano lair and were transplanted, a few mithrilwood trees are planted here for Aelene, something like horse chestnuts grow in the ocean near the docks and are transplanted for Daphne, and a whole slew of native tropical fruit trees for Airika (which pleases Mattie too, since she loves ruining perfectly good coconuts by using them as targets for her blasphemous guns). Nyadia’s lightwood trees (Skye is not going to attempt to call them by their name in Sylvan) glow in shades of excitement and nervousness and slight annoyance. Right now, the baby trees are just getting started; before Skye knows it, the copse will feel magical and strange as tree branches from so many different trees loom overhead.

In the middle of the copse is a bonfire pit, which the temple priestesses and novices are using to build a bonfire. Around said bonfire pit is a cleared patch of grass, soft and supple, to serve as a dance floor. To the side are a number of mithrilwood tables, underneath a gazebo, for dinners in the grove. Skye hopes to have her whole family out here, worshiping the Lady, on a regular basis.

Still, Skye can’t help but think about missing the morning wedding with a bit of a heavy heart. To see her lady loves joining in matrimony would have filled her heart with joy. She feels like she has missed so much more these last few months. She has never seen her lady love speak at court. She missed Josie opening her gym and Scarlet opening her spa. Smaller things like Alex playing dive bars in the docks or Tina trying to get a magic show career here started hurt less, but still stings in the moment.

The whole harem knows why and tries their best (generally) to support Skye. It’s bad enough that she can somehow sense her lady love Harper is indecently dressed nearby; a similar effect seems to be developing with Lady Aelene. Skye is secretly terrified that she will feel similar effects with her children; the doesn’t want to pass out because her children can’t understand the show and need her during a public event.

The family rule of “nudity in the family area of the castle” helps, as Skye doesn’t need to constantly worry about wearing her Invisi-Shades or triggering her sixth sense of indecency. Her lady love visiting her every morning to free her from her rope transformation’s effect also helps. Everyone does little things to include her as best they can while avoiding events where the perversity of this world demands that her lady love be clothed.

“Daughter, is everything to your satisfaction?” Mother Kimiko asks.

“Oh, yes, Mother, it is. How is everyone settling in the lands my lady love arranged for the community?”

Mother Kimiko describes how everyone back home are doing. Skye smiles at hearing how well the community village is coming along. The community matron has been studying Eilistraee’s teachings so she can be a proper temple leader. Houses and a community center has gone up. Everyone is happy about the warmer climate; no more huddling during the cold dark Pacific northwest winter. Crops have been planted and they’ll have a harvest pretty soon. Hearing that Sheryl found a trio of girlfriends from the neighboring village doesn’t even bother her.

“Champion Skye, the fire is ready and the other guests will be here soon. Shall you allow us the privilege of preparing you for the wedding?” a novice asks.

Skye nods and the novice pulls her over to a table with hair and makeup stations already set up. This time, Skye is not worried about looking perfect. She is secure in the fact that her lady loves well, love her. A simple maiden’s twist, with an interweaving cluster of little blue flowers. A simple make-up job, too. Enough blush and lip stain and eyeliner to make her pop, but not feeling covered with heavily caked on makeup. Skye likes how she looks when its done.

She turns to face her mother. “How do I look?”

“Like a princess, Daughter.”

Skye beams.

The temple has swords for the three brides to borrow. It is unnecessarily dangerous to dance with their real weapons. Skye draws the epee that was prepared for her and she begins the Evensong. The temple workers and her mother and several of the royal servants join in, with more voices adding as Skye sings. Her voice being low does not bother her anymore. By the time she’s done, Skye sees some of her harem-sisters coming down the path. Her wedding is going to start soon and she is happy.

Tina

Tina has had a really good day so far. The wedding was great, once they got through the boring ceremony part and started the reception. She had so much cake (wedding reception calories don’t count!), danced with Nyadia to some songs from a neko cat-pop group, almost caught Harper’s panties, got thoroughly eaten out in a janitor’s closet by Josie. The crowd of well-wishers for the happy couple touched Tina. She hopes that, when she gets hitched eventually, the day is just as magical as this one.

Of course, the evening wedding is a more personal affair. No need for a bunch of dignitaries from other elven countries or pompous speeches from the local nobility. Just a relatively few friends and family watching Aelene and Skye get married.

The bonny bunny almost loses it when she sees Skye’s mom looking at Harper’s little drow when such quiet pride. Tina misses her mom, the one who would always tuck her into bed, right beside her, in the single-wide Nevadan trailer they shared. A single tear runs down her face.

Then New Dad gives her a love slug on the arm. Hard enough to get her attention, not hard enough to hurt. Tina reflexively whines, “Ouchie, why’d you do that?”

“Keeping you in the moment, kid.”

“Thanks, I guess?”

“You’re welcome. If you want to talk about it, our place is always open. I remember losing my folks. You’re too young to have that kind of worry on your soul.”

Tina beams, happy New Dad gets it. “Thanks!”

Existential crisis averted, Tina takes the time to absorb the scene. She hasn’t spent much time in the green space behind the castle, where Mattie made her bazongas garden and Skye planted a vineyard. The closest she’s really gotten was spending time in Daphne’s increasingly elaborate pool. She does like what she sees. Being a girl born and raised in the desert, she doesn’t know much about trees, but she recognizes a few of them. The glowy mood ring baby trees are especially pretty.

Tina grabs a drink and talks with some of the other girls as they wait for Harper and Aelene.

Soon enough, the two elves walk down the path, hand-in-hand, legs a little noodly, ready for the wedding. The little blue flowers woven into Harper’s hair blend in to her sea foam green hair in the fading twilight. The same flowers pop in Aelene’s copper bun. Harper has a wistful smile on and Aelene only has eyes for Skye (who is also looking super cute). Tina squees with glee.

The priestess lady starts the ceremony just like any other full moon festival, with the lighting of the bonfire. Magical silver flames lick at the assembled wood pile, at least long enough for the wood to catch and burn more normally. Then, the dancing begins. Unlike at the reception, the dance is specific, a round dance with swords swung in time. Most of the pro-Eilistraee members of the harem perform the dance. Tina doesn’t, partially because she doesn’t trust herself to dance, partially to make sure Josie sticks around (her wolf-girlfriend still has a bit of a grudge against the drow goddess), but mostly because she’s been banned from performing the dance until she can sing “on-key,” whatever that means.

The ceremony itself starts pretty different from the wedding on the show. For one, no sword fight. For another, the priestess prays an invocation of the goddess before she shows up.

“Whoa, naked purple goddess lady is real?” Alex exclaims.

Tina giggles, thinking back to when they found out that Skye’s goddess exists. Eilistraee looms over the small crowd and gives Tina a head pat. Josie growls; Tina shrugs.

Eilistraee finds a nice place on sit on top of the gazebo and declares, “Okay, you three crazy kids, let’s get you married and/or rededicated, whichever is more relevant. Checklist time! Brides? Three of them at once is only mildly weird here, but check! Priestess? We have one this time, which is an improvement, check! Goddess? Looking fabulous, as per usual, check! Witnesses? Plenty! Ah, Josie, my grumpy wolf-girl, I presume you are annoyed enough with me to count as a non-believer, right?”

Josie nods, flipping Eilistraee the double deuce.

“Great, check!” the Goddess continues, “Moonlight? Perfect already, check! Cup of wine?”

Aelene speaks up, “Dear Lady, I have a goblet of Evermead from the royal wine cellar, awaiting your blessing.”

“Blessed and check! High Matron, the floor is yours.”

The priestess lady deeply bows, then, with a voice that echoes almost as loud as Tina’s witchy patroness, exclaims, “Everyone, gather round in a circle. The wedding shall begin!”

As everyone holds hands around in the circle, Tina gives Josie an extra squeezy squeeze. The priestess does the next bit, saying, “Supplicants, face each other. Look into each other’s eyes. Embrace the memories of your love. Drink from the sweetness of this loving cup, together.”

Tina giggles a little as the three of them try to figure out how to drink a cup of wine down together. It’s even funnier with three of them! Tina hears her patroness in her head: If you are not careful, I will make you use a beer helmet during your wedding, my bonny Tina.

Gulp.

The cup is drained and the priestess continues, “Now, join your hands and kiss. Kiss your love with all your heart. Ask for the Lady’s blessing.”

Tina whoooos at the sight of a three woman kiss. The little three person circle they make is cute, especially as Harper has to lean over and show off her butt to get lip level to Skye.

“By the power vested in me by the Lady, I now declare you love-bound to each other and to the goddess’s service. You may now take your first dance together in marriage.”

The singing and dancing starts again. Tina wants to join in, but Josie scooped both her and Airika up and is walking back towards the castle. Mattie jogs behind, asking, “Hey, wait up!”

Ooooh, post-wedding orgy time! I’ve only had like three orgasms today. Only need a dozen or so more to go!

Harper

The newly crowned queen enters her royal bedroom. The Royal Harem wing extension of the castle was completed well enough to allow Harper to at least move in. The others will get personal rooms, too, but Harper doubts that half of them will see much use, outside of storing personal effects. The harem has settled into easy enough patterns that Harper can predict how often each of her companions will want one-on-one time and who they will invite for group evening activities. Tina has all but moved in with Josie, with Nyadia sharing their bed more often than not. If the bonny bunny is not there, she is snuggling with the threesome of Scarlet, Daphne, and Alex. Mattie and Airika have hit it off, often sharing a bed, which is sometimes irritating; they both like to play the brat in the bedroom and that requires Harper to be in a certain mood. Those two also seem to float in and out of Josie’s bedroom. Of her companions, only Honey and Glitterdust are not really in something like a dating relationship. Honey seems content to just have amicable relationships, even with Harper (outside of regular spermatheca fillings). Glitterdust is… frustrating. Harper can tell the dragon is trying to be less aggressively, obsessively selfish, but she’s fighting against her base chaotic neutral nature; it may be too much to expect her to ever change to the point where Harper would find her a good partner.

And, of course, there are her two companions with her tonight. Aelene and Skye are glowing. They have planned the day nearly perfectly. They walk hand-in-hand, basically inseparable, as they had since almost the moment Aelene arrived at the Hotel. Harper knows that the love they share between them is much larger than the love they have for her. It doesn’t bother her. She is happy just to be invited to share and be shared in their bliss. And now the three of them are married. Harper hopes that now maybe Aelene will relax on the royal protocols, at least in private.

They take in the room with some awe, as they took in the common living areas of this floor of the wing. Harper is more content at seeing her efforts in design and construction come together as a final piece of architecture. Her time in her Master Suite definitely influenced her. A saltwater aquarium dominates a wall of the room, teeming with sea life collected from the coastal waters around the capital. While not as fish obsessed as Nick, she does get lost watching the marine life swim. There is a couple of couches and an easy recliner arranged in a small den space, a lovely projector TV pointed at the wall across from the aquarium; Harper suspects she will be watching a lot of other seasons for research in that recliner, a notebook and pen in hand to jot down brainstorming notes. The bathroom is a blend of the Master Suite and a high-end public restroom: a jacuzzi tub and shower each big enough for 4, a vanity with 3 sinks, Harper’s makeup table, and enough bidets for prevent her companions ever having to wait in line for a stall. A normal shaped 4-post bed, big enough to sleep six comfortably, dominates the space in the back. The bed stands on a little peninsula with a railed glass wall, about as high as Harper’s breasts, separating the floor around the bed and the saltwater pool that surrounds three sides of it. This pool connects to the water tube network Daphne has installed to the big pool outside and to a water slide off the back balcony; Daphne certainly likes her water slides.

“Wow, my lady love, it’s beautiful in here,” Skye finally says to break the silence.

“I see our time kidnapped by the Hotel influenced the aesthetics, Tari Tyalangan.”

“Aelene, we are alone. Please, just call me Harper.”

Aelene wants to protest, “But, my liege, you are queen and you deserve…”

“…My wife to treat me like an equal when there are no protocol demands.” Harper interrupts.

Skye gives her new wife a side hug, her forehead delightfully squishing Aelene’s transformation enhanced bust, then sweetly says, “My lady love Aelene, it’s okay. Our lady love wants us to be together, not held apart by titles and formalities.”

Harper watches Aelene want to protest, only to give up and slump onto the bed, “As you command, Harper, at least until you slip up in public.”

Skye bounces beside her fellow bride, looking expectantly at her other lady love. She gives Aelene a light peck on the cheek. Aelene blushes a little, then kisses back.

“So, it’s our wedding night. How do you two want to do this?” Harper asks, expecting a particular answer.

Harper gets something adjacent to her expectations, but also miles off. The two former contestants look at each other, nods, then summon a little pink pill from their inventories. They put the pills on each other’s tongue, then face their Mistress wife.

“My lady love, we wish to conceive your child, simultaneously,” they answer in near synchronicity.

Now that is a bit of a challenge.

“Pill Hotel magic to make that happen?”

Aelene answers, “Actually, no. Homemade magic to make that happen. These are incredibly expensive herbal ovulation inducers, a gift from the High Matron. They should guarantee that we ovulate within the next half hour or so.”

“Huh.”

Aelene lays back on the bed with a bit of a pouty huff. Skye joins her, scooting up to be face-to-face with the high elf. A kiss from Skye and Aelene sulks less. Harper crawls onto the beg and playfully drags the two of them towards the headboard.

Guessing at the source of the high elf’s irritation, Harper replies, “Stop pouting, Aelene. After being trapped by the Hotel, magic ovulation pills seem mundane. I appreciate the effort. You two sure about this?”

Now Skye is a little annoyed. “My lady love, I want to feel your seed plant itself deep in the soil of my womb and spring forth from within me. Aelene wants the same. We already checked and, if our obligations to our bond will endanger the baby, they will be suspended while we are heavy with child. So, as the audience would have said, pound sign get us preggers. Is that how I am supposed to pronounce that? Preggers?”

Harper dotes on her little drow with a few tender kisses. Then, to be fair, she does the same to her little (adopted when they were both adults) sister. Harper has the two lay back together on their backs, near legs intertwined, far legs spread wide. The two start to gently make out as Harper considers their request. Simultaneously, huh?

Harper cast her Penis Envy spell. The thing, shaped for Honey’s pleasure, is somewhere between the default form (about 15 inches long and as thick as Harper’s fist) and the 5 foot long thing she used to first inseminate the nehtaliante. Honey became a bit of a size queen, due to her druidic focus. Harper shapes the spectral spunk spigot into something suitable for the situation. She shrinks the length down to around 2 feet, then causes it to split, forming two cock heads. As the split elongates, each head decreases in diameter to about the size of a human cock. So, one cock base with two full shafts, ready to explore (and explode) inside her elven brides. They both look a little bit frightened.

“I can make them thinner, if that’ll help?”

Aelene says, “No need, Harper. It is somewhere between the small and regular size of my vorpal sex toy. A little intimidating. Let me, then start slow.”

Aelene uses her exit transformation to lube up both dick heads. Harper is thankful for the effort; not only does it put her brides’ minds at ease, it feels like getting two handjobs at once. Daphne picked well when she got Harper this spell. Harper can’t help but cause the double headed penis to thrust in Aelene’s lube secreting hands. The phantom sensations are edging her so well.

When Aelene nods and lets go, Harper positions a head at each entrance. Skye reaches for Aelene’s hand and squeezes. Aelene squeezes back, whispering, “You have this, Silmerana.”

Skye murmurs, barely loud enough for Harper to hear, “Whenever you are ready, my lady love.”

Both love tunnels are so tight that the pressure sensations nearly knock Harper out of concentration. Harper doesn’t care that Aelene said the thickness was okay; she lengthens the shafts enough to get the diameter down from “fucking a keyhole” to pleasantly tight. Both elves on their backs look relieved. Inch by inch, Harper thrust forward. She bottoms out faster than she expected, with maybe four inches in. She holds it there, heads barely kissing cervices, seeing how they are doing.

“Sooooo full, my lady love.”

Aelene grunts, “average male high elf would be about 2.5 inches when fully erect. We aren’t going to get much looser, Harper. Please start to move.”

Skye starts to protest, only for her brain to misfire. Harper starts slow, easy, tender, but the movement is too much for Skye. Harper can feel her little drow clamping down on the phantom penis inside her like a vise. Aelene starts to buck, wanting more. Harper tries to give it to her. It becomes a bit of a logic problem: how does Harper please all three of them with one tool when each wants a different speed, a different amount of ****. She makes it easier on herself by removing her pleasure from the equation; it’s not like the spell will allow her to get off anyways. Harper settles on a bit of an arcing motion, curving into Aelene harder and faster than Skye. By the time she finds a good rhythm, the cock explodes into a giant torrent of cum. Aelene stoically takes it and Skye shrieks a little. Harper, sexually frustrated, snuggles in between her two brides.

“You okay, my lovely little drow?”

“I never had Aelene’s toy do that before. It spooked me. I’m fine now.”

“So, did it take?”

“After we take care of you, my queen, we can try again.”

The two pounce, ready to give now that they have received. Harper is glad she has the day off tomorrow from courtly duties; she expects not to be able to fall into reverie until dawn.