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When you had agreed to carry the fae prince’s child, you hadn’t actually considered how this would come to fruition. It wasn’t until he arrived on your doorstep to escort you to the palace that it truly sank in.
The room you were escorted to (and left alone in) is luxurious with a bed softer than anything you’ve ever felt before, but all together far too small to be the prince’s own. It’s likely intended for this exact purpose if the straps hanging from the ceiling and his brothers’ many children are any indication. While it’s quite common for the princes to take human partners, especially for bearing children, you have been chosen by the youngest prince and will have his first child.
You hesitantly undressed and wrapped yourself in the plush robe that had been provided, and now find yourself sitting on the bed waiting for the next step. A woman enters without knocking, pushing a small cart with a few boxes on top; a handmaiden or nurse you presume. She appears to be about your age, though looks can be deceiving with the fae. She is absolutely stunning with glossy black hair and skin dark like earth after the rain. It makes you wonder why plain looking humans are so often chosen over ethereal fae women for having the royal children.
“Lay down,” she commands, “Make yourself comfortable, because there won’t be much to room to readjust once we begin.”
You wiggle your way up the bed before coming to rest with your head on the mountain of pillows. You shift your body around a little bit to create a divot for yourself in the bedding, and then let your body relax. She seems to recognize that you’re settled as she immediately comes over and begins lifting your leg. You feel a shiver go up your spine as her fingers ghost across your skin, strapping you in. She moves to your side to strap your torso to the bed while your legs are left stretched apart in the air.
She steps back when you are left snug in your spot. At first you can still wiggle around, but then with a snap of her fingers all of your contraints are turned to stone and you’re completely locked in place. Not having realized the extent this would go to, your breath picks up and you begin to wildly thrash any part of yourself that is still left in your control.
A hand gently covers your eyes as your body is firmly pressed back into the bed. “Breathe,” she whispers in your ear, “Nothing will happen to you here that you didn’t agree to.”
You try your best to wrangle yourself back into control, focusing your thoughts on the cool touch of her hand. She’s not as warm as a human should be, but she isn’t human you have to remind yourself. Eventually you’re back to being mostly relaxed, but you doubt that last bit of tension can be soothed away on your own. “Very good.” She sounds pleased, and your sight returns to you.
“Now,” she says, grabbing something from her cart and moving to stand at the end of the bed, “I’m going to give you something that should keep you relaxed while the prince is here. It won’t be quick, but it will be painless.”
You hear the pop of a cork being taken out of a jar followed by the soft clicking of glass on glass. You try your best to see what she’s doing, but her hands are moving too low for you to see over yourself.
She moves closer and you feel a cold round pressure at your opening. What feels like a marble enters you, followed by her cold slim finger. She presses it deep within you, trailing ice the whole way. You mindlessly try to squirm away from the cold, but you make no progress in getting away. It didn’t hurt, as promised, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant.
She withdraws her finger and quickly pressed a second marble into you. The small amount of heat you managed to regain since the last intrusion is quickly swept away. You can’t tell if you imagined it, but you could have sworn you heard a soft ‘clink’ when the second one met the first. To your dismay, she doesn’t let it rest there, but instead uses it to push the first one even deeper in.
The third and fourth marbles go much the same as the second one, trailing that ice even further within you. You would have thought that your body would heat the marbles, but they seem to generate more cold than you compete with. By the fifth marble you can barely feel the rest of your body, the sensations are so overwhelming.
When she presses the sixth marble in you, you have to take a deep breath as it feels like that original marble has reached the end. But then she presses a seventh in and bares down on it, not content to let it rest where it is. With a pop, you feel the marbles violate you in a way you’ve never felt before. Not just the first but the second marble as well enter that untouched part of yourself.
You clamp your eyes shut, unable to bear the cold moving through your whole body. You feel more marbles enter you, but luckily they are not pressed in like the others. Instead they fill in what’s left at your entrance.
You feel warm air touch your folds, and you pry your eyes open just in time to see her blowing on your opening. The marbles suddenly burn hot and melt inside you, like chocolates left out on a warm day. You can feel their gooey residue drip out of you, and you nearly orgasm from the sheer relief of it.
“Do not speak when the prince enters.” You look over to see her cart already packed and being wheeled toward the door. “He is to have total concentration while he works.” You think that’s a funny way to phrase it, but it makes sense that creating heirs would just be work to these lavish beings.