The Impregnation Theory

The letter arrived the next morning, and Gray kept Lyla on one couch and Aisha on the other as he kept the papers and read line by line. Aisha, who was noble, would read them first, pass them onto Gray, and then to Lyla. Only when all three of them confirmed a paper had no harm, Gray signed it.

He didn’t encounter anything dangerous in the first three papers. They were the regular noble exchange rules, ones that swore secrecy between the parties, mentioned rules about arbitrators, and finally Her Majesty’s royal decree copied word by word.

But in the fourth paper, he found Jenna’s own sentences.

“Perform tasks under a certain threshold,” Gray read it aloud and looked at the two women. “Should I be worried?”

“She has written what the threshold is on the other side,” Aisha said.

Gray turned and so an entire page written in small, inked letters. Perhaps the bitch did it on purpose.

“I loved reading books back when Julius lived,” Gray grumbled, throwing the paper to the table. “But thanks to you nobles and your agreements reading makes me want to puke.”

Aisha grabbed the paper again. “That’s how nobles operate Gray. We need oaths and agreements to keep ourselves in check. Or else we’ll bite each other like power-hungry dogs. And Jenna is a starving power-hungry bitch.”

She read the lines again. “There isn’t much in here. All she says is that you should fuck anyone she tells you to within a certain period. That is all there is to the agreement.”

Lyla sighed. “She has written an entire page when she could have summarized it in one sentence?”

“That’s Jenna,” Gray leaned back on the chair. “Alright, then I’m signing the agreement in front of her tomorrow. But before that I need a few lines changed.”

Both women looked at him, not knowing where it was heading.

“Are you sure?” Lyla asked warily.

Gray smiled. “Oh, I am.”

*

Aisha left that same night, and she was like a wallowing baby before she left.

“I don’t want to leave you,” she said after giving him one of the best dick-suckings he had ever gotten in his life. “Are you sure visiting my mother is important?”

“That’s the only way you can figure out what’s going on,” Gray brushed a strand of hair fallen on her face. He still wasn’t sure about completely trusting her. For all it mattered it could be an act - an act that involved a very good mouth and a tongue. “But once this is over, you’ll be back here again.”

He wasn’t sure if he wanted that. He already had enough trouble with Lyla in the house. The last thing he needed was another woman asking to name their child.

Gray led her to the gate that night, gave her a parting kiss, and asked Jones to drive her back to the Crowail Mansion.

When he came back to the house Lyla was in her nightwear, folding her hands and looking at him.

“We need to talk,” her voice was meeker than before.

Gray sighed. “For the sake of the divine Lyla, just call the baby Billy if it’s a boy and…Esmerelda if it’s a girl. If you can think of two better names, please, be my guest-”

“That’s not it.”

Gray stopped. “Really?”

“Yes, no more baby names. No more reports to you in the morning about when the baby kicked and how I am feeling. Nothing about me, and it will always be about you. I will never trouble you with things about the child ever again. All I ask is for at least two midwives to be with me when the delivery is near. Nothing else at all.”

When she put it that way, Gray couldn’t help but feel bad.

“Look, after we sign Jenna’s agreement tomorrow why don’t we go on a nice vacation? Just one or two days. We can go to some far village, have sex, enjoy nature, have sex some more, and it will be like the first month with you, me, and Andria. Remember that time?”

He was glad to see a smirk on Lyla’s face. “Yes, it was sex every morning and night. Sometimes on the kitchen, other times on the bedroom, I swear you did us both even on this couch.”

Gray clearly remembered those days. Life was good. Less problems, more fucking. Just the way he wanted it.

“We don’t have to go a vacation for it,” Lyla moved her hands to the straps of her nightgown. “We just need one night.”

She let the dress fall, laying her beautiful body bare. Every time she took off her clothes it reminded Gray why he lusted after her in the first place. Those perfect round breasts, still perked up for a woman of her age. Those curves on her hips, her beautiful swollen belly which protruded forwards and hid the hairiness of her crotch underneath. When she turned around he could see her perfect ass, juicy enough to fill his palms.

“In the couch?” Gray asked, looking at the empty cushion.

Lyla smiled evilly. “Sia’s bed.”

Gray threw off his clothes, one by one, grabbed her by the hand, and walked together to their old bedroom. It was unused. Lyla cleaned it every now and then, but with fewer occupants, the walls had cobwebs and the sheets had gotten stains.

But who fucking cared? It was Sia’s bed. That’s what mattered to Gray.

He usually pushed Lyla down and did it rough, but now when she was in her late stages of pregnancy he was afraid. So he gently let her be on the bed, before climbing on top of her. Sex on top of her was hard with the belly, so Gray only wanted to do the foreplay.

He went for her breasts first, but before he could, Lyla stopped him.

“Watch this,” she smiled, grabbing her breast and squeezing it. From the edge of her nipple a strong stream of breast milk squirted out, splashing right under Gray’s nose. Lyla giggled. “You might want to open your mouth for that.”

“Oh-”

Gray opened it wide, and when Lyla squeezed he felt the warm liquid fall onto his tongue. He swallowed it, grinning. “I don’t think I need dinner.”

Lyla chuckled. “You’re missing the nice chicken I prepared.”

“Oh,” Gray licked her belly with his tongue, then moved down until he reached the bottom. “Then I’ll have to reward you my lady.”

He positioned his lips right near her pussy lips, and slowly wiggling his tongue inside, he began to taste the wetness within her.