A Good Number of Them

You insist on having Simone and Lara remain with you and let their respective mothers do what they want for the day. Eliza looks worried, "Just call for us if they're hungry. You can't breastfeed after all."

"I bet you he'll call you within the hour." Helga says dryly with her arms crossed beneath her magnificent pair. You roll your eyes and shoo them away, not appreciative of their lack of faith to take care of your own children.

Luckily the babies were just fed and weren't in the need for another meal for hours. But that does result in another problem. You manage to keep the babies calm and quiet. They are still too young to laugh at any funny antics done by you or by anyone for that matter. You think it's all good until a foul smell enters your nose. As a young priest in training, you've been made to do a lot of chores. Among them is shoveling the feces left by horses. But the smell is not something you can ever get used to.

You unfold the thick cloth wrapped around their cute little bottoms which makes the smell even worse. Oh God, you haven't felt the need to vomit thanks to poo in a long while. But you're their father and it is your job at the moment to see to them. For a moment you wonder just why they had to poo at the same time. You carefully clean them up and seal up the soiled cloth.

You clean your hands and put new pieces of cloth on your children. "A job well done I suppose."

The babies soon sleep on your bed and you lay next to them protectively. You fall asleep too but wake up two hours later to them crying. "Oh boy, you two must be hungry." You say sitting up on the bed. "Better go get your mot-" Eliza and Sophie enter the tent, "Nope, nevermind, they're here already."

Without a word to you, the two mother pick up their babies and begin to breastfeed them. The crying dies down as the two are getting their fill.

"Well you lasted nearly five hours." Helga says bored as she stands next to you. "Good job I guess." You smile up at her and rub her pregnant tummy where another of your children was growing. Helga is just starting to show.

"So he's actually done it?" Alana says moving her chess piece. She and Franz Karl are playing a game of chess. It was something to do while they talked. Neither of them is actually has any interested to know who among them was better at the game.

"Yes, the young King has slept with a married woman." Franz Karl doesn't even look at her and just moves his piece to take one of hers. "But it's not something we should take as some big step. A lot of kings and nobles take other men's wives to their beds. On rare occasions, together with their daughters."

Alana smirks at that and moves a piece of her to remove his piece off the board. "Are you one of those men, King Franz Karl. Slept with both a man's wife and daughter?"

It is Franz Karl's turn to smirk. "In my younger years, I have. There is not a single woman in my old village who is old enough to be my sister or mother that I have not taken to my bed and planted my seed in. I made sure they were all pregnant by the time I was done. But I don't do that anymore."

"Taking a woman and her daughter?"

"Just the daughter. It may surprise you but I do not sleep with younger women. I prefer women nearer my age but still young enough to birth my children."

"Why Queen Alana," says Miriam from her seat a little further away within Franz Karl's tent, sowing some new cloth, "are you interested in bed my love and bearing his child?" Miriam did not care at all who Karl slept and impregnated as long as it wasn't one of his own daughters.

"At one point, the thought interested me but Franz Karl here has a moral code. He doesn't like making cucks out of his own relatives." There are only a few pieces left on the board, Alana taking out one with her King piece makes it even fewer. Then a thought springs into her mind, making her eyes snap open for a second. "Have you, Franz Karl, actually cucked one of your relatives at some point in your life?"

"No," Karl says with no hesitation but nothing to defensive. Though Miriam actually stops sowing hearing his response. "I have never slept with the wife of any of my relatives." That much is true but Franz Karl has slept with a woman who was at one point a fiancee to a relative of his. She was not his relative's wife but the wife of someone else so it didn't count.

"Coming from the man who was nearly excommunicated by the Church until the Cardinals calling for your excommunication suddenly fell silent." Alana says with devious eyes and a knowing smirk.

"And how fortunate that was for me." Franz says taking one more of Alana's chess piece.

"Well how about that?" laughs Miriam, looking at the chessboard. "Only your King pieces are left."

"Interesting game." Alana says.

"Alana," Karl says sharply while he fixes up the chessboard, "you will not make a cuck out of Francois. I would not have him humiliated so even if he doesn't know it."

Alana says back with the same seriousness, "But you would allow his **** by my hand."

"The way I see it, it's a game you're playing with all the risk or rewards going solely to you. If you get caught, well I had nothing to do with your actions and I'll deny any pointed to me. You have been good company my Iberian Queen but your loss is of no consequence." He says neutrally. "If however you should succeed, then it is my cousin's fault for letting his own wife poison him. King Francois is my cousin and my blood but he is a King and therefore should be responsible for his own life."

"But won't it potentially disrupt your plans?" Miriam says concerned as she walks closer to the two of them. "A King's **** can cause a nation to go on a standstill."

"Prince Louis is good young man with a good head on his shoulders. He's already earned some of the respect of his Lords and vassals and is a capable fighter too. I have a good bond with him and he will be willing to assist if it meant getting to add some land to his Kingdom. Alana herself has some influence over her step-son. Alana go ahead with your plan but you will not sleep with the young King of Ostgrenze until you are a widow grieving the loss of her husband."

"Franz Karl," Alana says dangerously, "you too have been good company but do not assume you have authority over me. I will do as you ask but do not dare think you can command me. I do what I want if I so wish it."

"Now, now, you two both just calm down and don't your small clothes in a twist. Threatening each other won't help." Miriam says, trying to act like a mediator. Alana and Karl both sigh. The two knew too much of each other for either of them to threaten. Seeing both of them backing down, Miriam claps her hand, "Oh you two would have made quite the couple. Are you sure you don't want to sleep with Franz Karl and bear his child?" She turns to Franz Karl, "Wouldn't it be magnificent if your child ended being King of Frankia, my love?"

"The idea is intriguing but I have no inclinations for such."

"Well I believe the King here has enough children as it is." Alana then gets up and faces Miriam, "You on the other hand," Alana takes Miriam's hand, "I'm hungry for you." Miriam blushes and giggles. Franz Karl had agreed to let Alana fuck Miriam and Miriam had her first experience being with a woman. It wasn't as good as being fucked by a cock but Alana knew how to work her fingers.

"Save it for somewhere more private, the both of you." Franz Karl says with finality. "It's already suspicious enough Alana spends some of her time here."

Constance walks pass several servants and guards. Some whispered within earshot or not that now she can have a baby. She rests her hand on her belly, wondering if a child was already growing within her. She smiles at the thought. Eventually she encounters Garrett who is tending to his horses.

“So,” he begins, “how was your night with the King?”

“Garrett, I-!” Garrett stops her by holding out his hand.

“You don’t need to explain.” He says dejectedly. “Neither you nor I could say no to a King. How many times he did take you?"

Hesitant at first, Constance answers Garrett, "A total of ten. Eight from last night and two again this morning."

"That much, huh?" Garrett says downcast. He is foolishly hopeful. Constance was at her most fertile last night and with the amount of seed planted in her womb, there would be no doubt on who the father of any resulting child would be. "Have I lost you to him? Are you his mistress now?”

“No! He never indicated anything about me becoming his mistress.” She looks away, “It’s just that I... I wish I could say I’m sorry about last night and that I want to take it back but... I... I don't... he offered me what we... I wanted...”

“I know, allright! I know you’ve wanted a baby for so long! I get it!” He snaps but quickly takes a breath and calms down. “I know you wanted a baby and I couldn’t give you one.”

“Garrett, that’s not-!”

“Oh stop. Just stop! You don’t think I don’t overhear what they’ve been saying. How all your female relatives have given their husbands multiple children. I know the fault lies with me. You laid with the King because you want a baby.”

“Garrett, I love you. I still love you. But if you want out of this marriage, if you don't want to raise the King's child, I won't hold it against you.”

"And I still love you but..." Garrett says nothing else and turns back to his horses. “You should go and clean up. I can smell the familiar scent of sex strongly off you. We’ll talk again later.”