The Impregnation Theory

It has been over two months since Gray started working for Jenna. Though he hated to use the term work he couldn’t help but feel happy with his work. It is rare for a lot of people to get a job that they actually like, and Gray was one of those rare people.

But still, each time he wanted to fuck a woman, he had to go through Jenna like she was some women-gatekeeping goddess. And there were other moments when he wanted to take a girl to bed, but some relative of that girl happened to be Jenna’s political rival.

And it’s all over soon.

He closed the door, where Jenna and the governess were talking. Atena had already sent him a message and said there was new information about Sia. That was all the more reason for Gray to meet her, but before that, he had one more thing to do.

Walking to the basement, he closed the door and knelt on the floor. He grabbed the pocket watch he had been carrying for more than eight months and clasped it firmly in his hands.

“Kitra,” his eyes moved to the watch, where both its arms were fixed on number twelve. “I did as you asked. The hands have come a full circle, and you promised me more power,” his eyes fixed on the window sill where the fairy had first appeared. “There’s a woman I need to control. Her name is Jenna, and she is more cunning than I perceived. And I want your help to subdue her.”

He waited in silence. He had been doing it for a week now, but there was no sight of the fairy. Not even a thought.

Come on bitch, he cursed. Don’t leave me when I need you the most.

The door creaked, and Gray jumped back. It was Aisha. She had a little belly poking outwards from her midriff, but the dangerous sparkle in her eyes clearly didn’t suit her as a future mother.

“Has she spoken?”

“No.”

“Then we’ll kill Jenna ourselves.”

Gray sighed. If only things were that simple. “We had an agreement, and if the duke’s daughter is dead half of the army will be on my head.”

“Then what are we going to do?”

“We wait,” he stood up. “Jenna is doing all of this so she can get enough political aid to throw her father and crush down the opposing side at the same time. And she’s very close. If she becomes the next duke that is both a blessing and a thorn on our side….”

And if Kitra didn't appear Gray wanted some leverage against Jenna. He had worked with her for two months, and he had started to like her, but he couldn’t forever be under the control of that woman.

“What about your mother?” Gray asked, stepping close and kissing her. He gently touched her belly. It was still small, but in another seven months, she would be like Lyla and Andria. And in another year, there will be three kids inside the house. Gray shivered at the thought.

“My mother writes letters to me from the Southern Estate. She is very afraid of you Gray.”

Gray still had her mother in check, and as Jenna promised, Gray had never heard of Aiden Crowell ever again. He wondered what happened to the poor bastard. Jenna always dodged that question.

“Alright,” Gray kissed her again. “Bring me my coat. I’m leaving for the inn. That masochistic military girl has come back with news.”

“Really?” It looked like Aisha was suppressing a smile. “The one who squirted? It took you a whole week to clean those stains on the carpet.”

Gray smiled. “She has news. This is the worst time for news, but I need to check what it is.”

“You might need to go see Andria and Lyla. They said they wanted to meet you.”

Gray sighed. He was planning on avoiding that, but he had to escape. “Alright, fine.”

“And Gray…”

“Yes?”

“If any of those women are troubling you we can always-”

“Yes, kill them. Thank you Aisha, helpful as always.”

The poor girl didn’t understand the sarcasm. While she was eagerly nodding her head, Gray wondered how easy life would be if you stopped thinking with your brain and started thinking with the kitchen knife.

ÕÕÕÕ

Pregnancy wasn’t something easy - not for the women, not for the man who impregnated them. For one, both Andria and Lyla’s bodies had developed a lot. They had put on a little fat, but almost unnoticeable. What was noticeable was their bigger and firmer breasts with those large areoles, the darkened nipples, the nice rounded bellies with the popped-out navels, that line that ran on their stomach and ended near the stretching of their bellies, and most of all, their jungle of a pube which they didn’t shave for different reasons.

Apart from the breastmilk, that was where the good news ended.

The bad news was that they were quick to anger, liked to snap at anything, had constant mood swings, and Gray was the center of all of that.

“Ah, my beautiful ladies,” he widened his hands as he entered through the door. “How are you feeling today?”

Both of them were wearing the light nightgowns he bought for them, and it was transparent enough to see all their nakedness.

“I had a cramp,” Lyla was resting on the bed, rubbing her belly. “And my head feels like exploding. I want to get out, walk, and do something instead of sitting on the bed like a grandma, but god, this is annoying.”

“I just want to take a nice and long piss,” Andria was sitting on the opposite bed, hands between her legs. “I have asked that little girl to bring the chamber pot but she is taking way too LONG! Perhaps that little bitch needs a reminder of who’s the mistress and who’s the servant.”

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Lyla snapped. “She’s still learning. She’ll be here soon.”

“Oh don’t you pity her like you’re her mother!”

“Lovely to see you as always,” Gray forced a smile. “Now, I got information about…” Gray stopped. Perhaps mentioning Sia while Lyla was in her final months of pregnancy could be bad. “…some noble, and I’ll be leaving soon. Is there something you need from me?”

The two women looked at each other. Something seemed to exchange between them. Gray had been hating it so far. Nine months before he had broken the master-servant relationship between them, and he had hoped the two would befriend each other. What happened was more than what he asked for. Not only were the two befriended, but now they acted like two long-lost sisters who found each other and wanted to exchange secrets behind their lover's back.

“You’ve been going on a lot,” Andria spoke after a while. “You barely even stay in the house. Even in winter. Are you ignoring us?”

“You know it’s not that,” it honestly wasn’t that. Gray was too busy running errands for Jenna. “Look, how about I allocate this entire night for you? I’ll go to the bar, come back, and then you ladies own me the whole night.”

A smile crossed Andria’s face. And despite her darkened eyes and the hair sticking to her head, she still looked lovely. “That sounds good.”

“You better keep Jenna in the next room,” Lyla snapped. “I’ve been liking her less and less these days.”

“Don’t worry,” Gray said, waving and walking back. “All I need is one request from the fairy and this will be her last few days in the house.”