Azami is considering her life now...

"This is so degrading," I sighed as I looked in the mirror and adjusted my transparent shift over my bloated body. I used to be Azami Takahashi, the queen of Greytown. And even before that, I was Azami Nadesico, the beauty of Greytown. Back when I was young I had my pick of all the young men, getting showered with gifts. While Hiro Takahashi wasn’t the bravest or best looking of the thousands of suitors that sought my hand in marriage, she knew he was the smartest and the most ambitious. Sure he was ten years older than her, but that was young enough to give me Setsuko and make me richer than I had ever dared hope a poor small-town girl like me could have hoped for.

Look at me now. I am an old widow, a **** to strange foreigners who couldn’t speak my language which **** me to try and learn theirs, and pregnant again from the boy that had once been my servant. Actually that was probably the best thing that had happened as it let me still live in the palace. How was I supposed to know that little twerp Chizu was a princess? Come to find out her capture was actually the whole reason for the war in the first place! And almost more unbelievable that young man who was her baby’s daddy married her and became a prince. It was him that had demanded the final surrender of the town a few days after they **** me.

I suppose I deserved it. I don’t know why I felt the need to **** Chizu or how it became sexual, but that whole day I was strangely horny as all hell. To be honest with myself I must have cum two or three times as Kenji fucked me, and then at least that many as Chizu did me with my own strap-on while Kenji fucked her. That dork sure had potent sperm as it took just that once to knock me up. The worse part had been the six hours of waiting it took for my daughter to find and free me and try and explain what had happened to her. She was lucky to have been taken as a wife by one of the barbarian captains, and not **** and murdered like Natsumi was. Most of the others in town were spared any real ****, but Greytown was sacked and burned as I became the personal **** to the girl that had once been mine.

"Azami!" I heard my mistress chirp my name. Stopping my useless reminiscing, I left my small quarters attached to hers and attended to her. She was lying on her massive bed naked. Once she had been just a twig of a thing, yet now she clearly was finally hitting her final development as a woman. Her hips had swelled wider along with the significant growth of her breasts that would give her an amazing hourglass figure had she not been swollen with pregnancy, not that I was any better off. Kenji's bastard grew in my own womb, a constant reminder I could never escape, even in my sleep, of how my life had suddenly changed.

"Yes, Mistress," I said in her own language and bowing my head and awaiting her orders. It had been difficult to learn a new language at my age, but with no one speaking mine anymore it came faster than I would have expected. Still, I had to listen carefully or it would just sound like gibberish.

"My husband shall be home soon and I would like to welcome him home properly," she explained before getting to her point. "Please fetch me your rod."

"Yes, Mistress," I answered and I headed back to my room to get the device Chizu had really come to love. Since the first time they had **** me that had become one of her favorite things to do, and truth be told it was one of mine as well. Still it would be nice to feel a real man between my legs again someday, but Chizu declared that while the baby in my belly belonged to her husband, the rest of my body belonged to her. She ordered me sometimes use my mouth on him before or after they made love, but she forbade him from ever using my pussy again; it belonged to her alone and she would satisfy his every need and bear all the rest of his children.

In my room I opened up the dresser and extracted the long wooden dowel with supple leather straps and gave it a gentle lick as I smiled. I knew what would follow and was looking forward to it like meeting an old friend. I would pretend to be humiliated as she pretended to **** me, but strangely a unique form of love had developed between the three of us. Kenji was kind and noble and actually made a good leader of men as he learned from Chizu’s father the ways and means of ruling a small nation and bringing peace to the many clans that were under his banner. Chizu treated me like property, but one that she had paid dearly for, as a valuable treasure. I never wanted for food or was truly punished as I had done to her.

Waddling back I presented my purple-haired mistress my rod, and after helping her to stand up and I wordlessly dropping to my knees and strapped the garment around her waist and thighs before using my mouth to slicken the rod in preparation. Soon she would be pounding my cunt with it and in the early days of this 'punishment' I'd fingered my clit happily, but now my distended belly made that impossible. Still, it felt good and eventually she beat an orgasms out of me, then she laid back down, exhausted from her own workout and I was allowed to lick her furry violet mound in thanks. As always she was already be wet with her arousal pretending to take me like a man, so came the first time very quickly, but I would have my **** on her. Her second orgasm would take much longer, sometimes over an hour or more if I was lucky and Kenji was later than planned.

We both still enjoyed his ravagings, and who wouldn’t? He was a prize worthy of a princess, but still, her cries were never quite as loud when he thrust inside her while my tongue flickered on her clit. She would gasp for more while he filled her, yet never quite as urgently as when he decided to use me instead while I curled my fingers about deep inside her. And her breathless satisfaction was never quite as deep and true as the nights he was when he was away on errands for the Tzar. In at least one way I was still the queen of my own territory. I was Azami, the ruler of the Indigo queen’s passion.