What really happened...

Caroline walked beside Queen Imperia as they made their way to her royal chambers. She smiled to herself about how she had just changed the entire game for Malcolm and her own sons. The deal she made would ensure a Queen would rule the Mirantian half of the Obscurian realm for as long as both kingdoms stood united. Poor Malcolm! He could never see the future past his long, bulbous nose. Now with her double cross, he and her sons would become nothing more than royal man whores. It was quite comical to her, and she didn't mind that she had to submit to Imperia's will to get what she wanted, which was a better life for herself and her daughter. Far too long they had both been used as pawns in Malcolm's fragile games of alliances that way too often fell apart.

Malcolm was a disaster of a King, and far too many times she had to bail his sorry ass out of trouble with the Elven Kingdoms, and other surrounding principalities. It was a stewing feud between Malcolm and the Elvish King Aruthor of the Wood Elves clan that had caused the latest round of troubles. Since Caroline knew King Aruthor quite well, Malcolm had dispatched her as an envoy of sorts to try to ease tensions between Mirantia and the Wood Elves. When she had arrived at the great halls of Aruthor, she was pleasantly welcomed by the King, and had even taken a night or two with him in his chambers. But he was quite adamant in what he thought, and there was no changing his mind. "There won't be any peace between us, my lovely Queen, until Malcolm abdicates the throne. He's an incompetent nitwit that doesn't realize who his real friends are. Too many times he has given me and my people the short end of the stick. His father before him was a better ruler."

When she had reported this back to Malcolm, he was vexed. His only answer was to seek the help of Imperia, Queen of Obscuria. He knew it was his only choice, and he knew what it would mean to form that alliance. He would have to trade his wife and daughter's womb, and have them filled with Obscurian babies for the alliance to happen. He sent out secret envoys to petition the Obscurian Queen for an alliance, and aid in case Mirantia was attacked by Aruthor's forces. However, his envoy was not so secret from Queen Caroline, who upon the secret envoy's return, immediately took him to task in her own bed, thus being able to pry the information from his well fucked mind. It was then her plan to submit to Queen Imperia was set into motion. She knew she had to do this, not for herself or her daughter, but for the safety of her own people.

"What are you thinking about, my dear Queen Caroline?" Imeria's voice suddenly disturbed Caroline's reverie.

Caroline looked at her, and smiled. "Just thinking about what a bright future our two kingdoms will have when we are united as one."

"We shall have a bright future indeed, my dearest." Imperia wrapped an arm around Caroline's waist, as they continued through the halls toward the Queen's chambers. "I can't wait to see you out of those clothes, and watch you become pregnant."

The fertility **** Caroline had been given started to take effect. She became feverish, and felt a growing desire forming deep inside her womb. It was a warm, tingly sensation that came in waves throughout her body. Her knees trembled, and she doubled over, letting out a very sensuous moan of pleasure. She regained her composure with Imperia's help. "That's quite an interesting fertility ****" she smiled at Imperia. "How much farther?"

"We're almost there" Imperia answered. "Just lean on me, and we'll make it."