Harold, king of Debia, was sitting at his desk in the royal study when there was a knock at the door. "Enter," he said, and the door opened to reveal Jethros, his head of security.
"Your majesty, I must speak with you on a matter of grave importance. There is an assassin loose in the palace!"
Harold's face turned grave. "You're certain of this? Who's the target?"
"Absolutely certain. My spies have very reliable reports that the Erdanians are plotting to have you killed, and that the assassin is already in place."
"Do you have any clues about the identity of this assassin?"
Jethros glanced around the room, then lowered his voice. "You're not going to like this, but the description we have so far matches your wife."
Harold's eyes narrowed. "Jethros, if any other man were making such an accusation I would have him executed for treason. I trust Katherine absolutely, and will not hear her maligned in such a fashion. Besides, we've been married for over a year, surely I'd already be dead if she was the assassin.
"She could be waiting for orders from Erdania." Jethros answered stubbornly.
Harold sighed, "Look, old friend, I appreciate your concern for my safety, but I assure you that Katherine is NOT going to kill me. There must be other women in the palace that match your description - investigate them, but stay away from my wife. That's an order."
"I hope you're right, my lord." Jethros said, leaving the study.
That evening, after they had retired to the royal bedchamber, Harold spoke to Katherine. "Jethros tells me that an assassin is loose in the palace."
Her eyes widened, "Is he sure? Does he have any leads?"
"He has a description, but it's not doing him any good." Harold paused, chuckling, "He even suggested that you fit the description. Of all the silly ideas."
Katherine looked at Harold, feigning guilt. "I confess, he's found me out. I was supposed to kill you after our wedding, but that night convinced me to keep you around. Since then, every time I consider finishing my mission, you find a way to persuade me to put it off a little longer." She said, giving him a suggestive look.
"I guess I'll just have to try to convince you again tonight, then." Harold said, laughing as he embraced her. He pulled her down into bed with him, kissing her passionately. Before long, their clothes were scattered across the room, and Harold was glad once again that he'd had the royal bedchamber soundproofed. Otherwise, their cries of passion would have awakened everyone on that level of the palace and probably the floors above and below as well. As they lay together afterwards, he asked, "So, do I get to live another night?"
"Only if you promise to do that again tomorrow." She said, snuggling closer to him.
"It will be my pleasure, love."
"In that case, you may live," she said imperiously. "Now, sleep. You'll need your strength tomorrow." She said, shifting to let his head rest between her ample breasts, and quietly began to sing him a lullaby. Harold soon fell fast asleep.
They kept up this game for a week, and it helped ease the tension caused by the strict security measures Jethros had put in place. Then Jethros came once again to see Harold in his study.
"My lord, we have caught the assassin. She is one of the new serving maids in the kitchen, named Lorraine, I believe. She does look a great deal like Katherine in many respects, which is why I was misled by the description my spies obtained. I apologize deeply for making such an accusation against her majesty."
"You were just doing your job, my friend. Are you certain that she is the assassin?"
"We caught her poisoning tonight's dinner, and she had a wide variety of poisons and other tools of the trade in her belongings."
"Very well. The trial shall be this afternoon, then."
"I'll go and arrange everything."
The trial was fairly brief; the evidence was clear, and the woman freely admitted her guilt. Harold sentenced her to death, ordering that it be as swift as possible. The royal mage nodded, and gestured at the prisoner, who exhaled once, then died.
That evening, Harold said to Katherine, "So, my lady assassin, this puts the lie to your little scheme to extort favors from me."
She smiled, "On the contrary, Lorraine was just a decoy, planted in the castle in case you suspected my guilt. You didn't really think that you'd get away that easily, did you?"
Harold smiled briefly, then sighed. "Not tonight, love. I 'm not in the mood after that business today. I hate having to kill people, even when they're trying to kill me."
She kissed him, then said, "I know, your kind heart is one of the things I love most about you. I'll give you a rain check for tonight, but you're not getting out of it tomorrow."
Three months passed, and life in the castle gradually returned to normal after the stir caused by the discovery of the assassin. For the first few weeks, there had been panic, people wondering whether the assassin had an accomplice, but as time passed, everyone began to relax and cease worrying. Only Jethros' watchfulness and Harold and Katherine's love-games remained as the rest of the castle returned to normal routines.
One evening, Katherine greeted him at the door to their bedchamber, wearing a very see-through silk nightgown. She smiled at him, and they embraced as he came closer. Releasing him, she said, "Before you come in tonight, I must warn you that the time has come. If you enter with me tonight, your subjects will never see you alive again."
"Really, my fair assassin? Did I perform so poorly last night that you no longer want me around?"
"No, but the time has come; I cannot put things off any longer."
"What will it be, then? Poison, perhaps? Or knives? Or maybe you'll just strangle me in my sleep?" Harold said jokingly.
She smiled, "No, nothing like that. I shall use that part of me which has entertained you for so many nights. It will be very pleasant, I guarantee that, love."
He kissed her, then scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedchamber, closing the door behind them. "How can I refuse, then. I can think of no better way to go than to be fucked to death by the woman I love."
"I hoped that you would feel that way, love." Katherine said, kissing Harold as he carried her over to the bed. Their lovemaking was incredible; Harold had never orgasmed so many times in one night before. Finally, they were both exhausted and lay together, cuddling.
"You'll have to do better than that, I'm not dead yet." Harold said, teasingly, then he shifted, and felt a sharp pain from his belly. He looked down, and saw a thick fleshy cord protruding from his navel. He lifted it, and was surprised to see it disappear into Katherine's crotch. "What's this?"
She looked at Harold, a bemused expression on her face. "That's your umbilical cord, love. Your life energy is flowing through it, and into me. Before dawn, you will be resting deep inside my womb."
"What? But why?"
"I told you that I am an assassin, didn't you believe me?" Before he could respond, she continued. "Of course not, you weren't supposed to, but it's true all the same. The story I told you was nearly the truth. Come here and I'll tell you all about it. We've got all night, after all." With that, she pulled him into a close embrace. Despite her revelations, he found himself relaxing in her arms as she spoke.
"You see, my people are powerful magi, and among us the most respected are the seers. They see the future, and in many cases how to change it. Many years ago, they foresaw that a great evil would be unleashed upon the world thirty years hence. The whole of the known world would be enslaved, bent to serve a dark master. You will cause that evil to be unleashed, becoming the Dark Lord's representative in this world."
"That's preposterous, I would never do such a thing!"
"You would not do it intentionally, love, but something you do will allow the Dark Lord into this world. We never were able to see the actual release; just it's results. Our seers scanned all the possible futures, and determined that the only way to prevent catastrophe was to have you killed well before the event. They also determined that if you had a son by a certain woman, and he were king at the time of the calamity, he would be able to banish the threat of the Dark Lord forever."
"That is where I come in. The seers sought out that woman, finally finding me. I have been trained since childhood for one purpose, to bring about that future. I was trained in every form of killing, knives, poisons, my bare hands, and magic. I was taught fertility spells and charms to ensure that I bore our son swiftly, so that I wouldn't have to suffer long at the hands of such an evil man. We knew nothing of you except what we learned from the visions of the future, so I was expecting you to be a despot, oppressing all within your domain. I would have been glad to kill such a man." She paused, looking him in the eyes, and he saw her love for him, tempered with a gentle sorrow in her eyes.
"I was surprised to find that you were not at all the man I was expecting. You are kind, gentle, and care for all of your people. You are a wonderful ruler, and a truly excellent human being. To my utter astonishment, I found myself falling in love with you. Suddenly, I could not bear the weight of the task I had been sent to perform. I pleaded with the seers back home to find another way, but they gave me no hope. To save the future, you had to be sacrificed." She stopped for a moment, and he could see tears running down her cheeks. He reached his hand up to wipe them away, then held her close to him until she resumed speaking.
"I stalled for half a year after our marriage, using the skills I had been taught to avoid getting pregnant, rather than to ensure it. Finally, I received word from the seers that gave me new hope. They told me of one possible future, in many ways the best of the lot, which had been kept secret until now. Despite its advantages, bringing it about would require a sacrifice that they were unwilling to ask of anyone, but my tales of you changed their minds. They sent me a spell and details of its use, and I was overjoyed when I received their message. Tonight, I cast that spell on you. It will allow me to take you inside of me, making you a permanent passenger inside of my womb. The connection forming between us will allow me to draw upon your life force, both what you have accumulated during your life, and what you would have if I were not intervening. That's what's building in here." She said, patting her belly. Harold could see a slight swell to her belly, which seemed to grow a little as he watched.
He lay quiet for a few moments, absorbing this new information, then asked, "What are you going to do with all that energy? And what's going to happen to me?"
She smiled at him, then spoke, "As the night progresses, the connection between us will grow stronger, and slowly strip away the years from your body. Once you are small enough, I will place you between my legs, and pull you into my womb. At dawn, the built-up energy will release, casting a spell over the entire world. To everyone but you, the seers, and me you will have died a week ago of a heart attack, and everyone will remember the grand funeral. In actuality, you will remain inside me until the day I die." She smiled a small, secret smile and continued, "It will also make everyone believe that we announced my pregnancy two weeks ago."
He blinked in surprise. "You're pregnant?" He said, looking at her in wonder.
"Yes, I conceived our son two and a half months ago, in preparation for this moment. In order to cast this spell, a woman must already be pregnant, and it must be cast before the end of her first trimester. I'm just sorry that you won't get to see him."
Harold held her close and kissed her. "That's all right, love, I forgive you."
"You're not angry with me?"
"Angry? For being forced to spend the rest of my life inside the woman I love? Not at all." He snuggled closer to her, then spoke again. "Love, I trust you completely. When Jethros came to me with his suspicions, I decided then and there that if you really were an assassin, then I would rather die than be parted from you. I do not understand how this future you speak of could come to pass, but if I must be sacrificed to prevent it, then let it be done. I will not have that on my conscience. I know that you will rule our people well in my absence, so I have no reservations about leaving everything in your hands."
He saw tears form in her eyes at his words, and felt her tighten their embrace, burying his face in between her large breasts. For a moment he was afraid she would smother him accidentally gripping him so tightly, but he found that he didn't actually need to breathe. She held quietly for several minutes, before relaxing her grip and speaking, relief filling her voice. "You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that, love. I've been so afraid that you would hate me for what I'm going to do, and I simply couldn't bear that."
He shifted in her embrace and took her head in his hands and gazed deeply into her eyes as he spoke. "You were worried for nothing, love. Nothing that you can do to me will make me love you any less, especially not this." He pulled her to him for a passionate kiss, then released her, smiling. "If my performance can no longer make convince you to spare my life, then at least I can be sure that you'll remember our final night." he said, feeling his energy return. Harold began caressing Katherine, discovering that her swollen belly was particularly sensitive now. He took full advantage of this fact, sending her to dizzying heights of passion. They made love for hours, and he could feel her belly swell slightly each time he orgasmed. Eventually, the spell had regressed him beyond puberty, putting an end to their carnal activities. Instead, they lay in each other's arms, talking and simply enjoying each other's company as the spell continued to work. Harold's eyes kept drifting to Katherine's greatly swollen belly, which now looked as though she was hiding a pair of beach balls inside of her and still growing larger, slowly but surely. Finally, talking became a strain as Harold began to lose control of his vocal cords. For a long while, they just lay together, his tiny body pillowed between Katherine's ample breasts, enjoying their closeness, and anticipating the union to come.
Eventually, Katherine spoke, "It's almost time, beloved, there's just one more step before your final journey." She whispered, shifting his head until his mouth was positioned over her right nipple. "Drink, love. It will help ease the transformation. Besides, I know that you've always wanted to taste my milk."
Harold didn't need any encouragement, already working hard at draining her large breast. Her rich, creamy milk tasted heavenly, and he could feel it set up a pleasant tingling throughout his entire body. Harold heard her moan in pleasure as he nursed, and by the time that he had mostly drained her other breast, he had begun to feel her pleasure as well. As he finished nursing, he realized that her milk had set up some kind of a link between their minds; he could feel her joy and anticipation of what was to come.
She lifted him from her breast and kissed him on the forehead as he heard her voice in his mind say, "Thank you, love, Now I will be able to hear you when you are inside of me." She then carefully lifted him over her huge belly as she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. She set him down between her spread legs, his view filled by her cavernous opening and the mountainous swell of her belly. He crawled forward on his hands and knees, moving towards her opening. He placed his mouth against her clitoris, and began to suck on it, gently nibbling at her with his toothless gums. She screamed with pleasure at his actions, and when he felt her begin to peak, he pushed his head into her as deeply as possible. He felt her inner muscles grab his head as she orgasmed, gently tugging him deep inside her. He actively assisted as her muscles pulled on him, using what little movement he had to work himself deeper inside her body. Finally, Harold felt the soles of his feet pass into her, and then felt her body contract around him, squeezing him through her cervix and into a giant chamber full of a warm liquid. He let himself relax, feeling her think soothing thoughts at him, and soon fell asleep in his wife's watery embrace.
Katherine lay in bed, preparing herself for the final step. As the first rays of sunlight appeared, she felt a pressure build inside her, and pushed, shaping the spell as it flowed out through her birth canal. Finally, the last part left her body, and she felt the spell settle in a fine web over the land. She looked down at her belly and placed one hand on the slight bulge that marked her two passengers. Smiling, Katherine lay back and fell asleep, her mission accomplished.
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