Life as a Royal’s Breeding Partner

Chapter 5 – Quite Time

I take a deep breath and leave for the bath when I wake up. Most girls come dressed already, but I prefer to just be naked. I strip in the bath anyway; the girls know what I look like. Most of my clothing won't cover me when I'm pregnant, and I've heard the new girls say it helps them feel more comfortable here. I don't really get that, but it gives me a reason to be naked. Plus, the extra trip helps me keep my legs strong.

Getting to the bottom of the stairs doesn't take me long. There waiting are Mistress and Kelly.

"Alrzi, follow us. We need to check on you,"  Mistress says, turning to Kelly's room. Kelly goes next, and I follow.

We walk into Kelly's office/room. "Up, please, I need to confirm your pregnancy status," Kelly informs me. I boost myself onto the table and lie down. "Ok, you know the drill. Just relax, and I'll be done in a few minutes."

"I can just tell you my status, you know. I'm not pregnant, but I'm about to ovulate. So set up the time in 2 days, girls only today to be safe," I tell them. I hate that Kelly does it. It's like the slave is so stupid that she can't even read her own status. Or that I would somehow lie to my owner.

"Yes, but we must also ensure the womb's health," Kelly says.

"Womb would be perfect if I didn't get raped yesterday. I can also see that Stat now, with the advanced class, is ninety percent. During my last pregnancy, it got as low as sixty percent. So, doing fine, I would say," I said, knowing I was likely going to be put in a BDSM party shortly after my next pregnancy was confirmed for that response.

"Kelly can say what part is hurt, which is important information. I don't want to tell a client about a miscarriage if I can help it," Mistress says. I'm unsure why she did not mention my disrespect, but I know she won't forget it.

"Are you sure that your womb is only at Ninety percent? I see it at full health. Your vaginal canal is what has some damage," Kelley ask.

"It shows the same on my screen," I say. I can't lie about my status, you know."

"See, this is why Kelly did it. Fine girls only tonight. The breeding happens in two days. Get up early, and I'll tell an orphan to wake you and get you ready," Mistress tells me.

"I need a new dress. My last one was destroyed yesterday by a client," I say, genuinely pushing my luck with Mistress. I'm not sure why. I guess I want her an apology or maybe just to have her admit it was her fault. The best I'm likely to get is a long session of pain, earning Mistress more gold for my body. I've long realized that I agreed to a contract with her that was way too long. She's likely made back what she paid multiple times over. I was too worried back then, jumping before asking why. Nothing to do now but force my way forward to the end.

"I know. You rarely fit in them anyway, so forget about it. Just stick to the simple robes," Mistress says. Somehow, she doesn't even sound annoyed by me having yet another complaint.

"Mistress, is there anything else you need? Her tail makes this position difficult," Kelly asked.

"Ugh. Fine, I'm sorry, Alzi. I didn't think you would be upset about something you've done for almost ten years. You won't have to serve that family again," Mistress says, surprising me. I had often hoped for this but never expected my owner to apologize to her property.  Especially when it earned her a sizeable amount of gold. I'm not sure how to respond. She has caused me that feeling many times throughout my years here. Each one will cause me problems for years to come. I remember the first time; it was my first BDSM party; the night started with them blindfolding me and spinning me around till I was so dizzy I forgot where I was, and then they all started stripping me, much the same manner as yesterday.

Then came clamps and piercings. So many. I gave up trying to do anything. I just had pain, my beautiful collar making me follow whatever the girls said. I don't remember what happened after the clamps and piercings. In my nightmares, some of it comes to me, but I do my best to forget it. Everything hurt the next day; I had to push my ass back in and force my mana through my body to slowly heal everything; not an inch of my body was left unscathed by that night. I couldn't tell you what caused any of the marks. A week of healing is what it took to fully recover. My mind took a year before I wasn't waking up every night in a pile of sweat.

"Ok, now we have a plan. Why don't you get up, Alzi, and go to your bath?" Kelly says to break the awkward silence that followed the apology. I push myself up and walk, unsure what they would talk about when I left.

The bath was busy. I was generally the only one who needed a wake-up call. I blame the pregnancies for it. I start to look for a long tail, swooshing around. I see it on the far side, so I grab my soap and shampoo and go to Mai. It seems she just started working on her breasts.

"Kitty, want some help? I got an extra bath yesterday, so I should go quickly today," I whisper in her ear. She always gets the cutest slight blush when I do that. And sure enough, I see the blood rushing to her face.

"Why would you say that like it is better? I won't get to touch you as long now," pouting.

"Well, I can't see my back, so if you say it is bad, I'll have to take your word for it," pacifying her worry. I start working on myself as well. I don't need the bath, but it is relaxing, and I get to spend time with Mai.

"I had two girls all over me yesterday. They almost liked my tail as much as you do. At least one of them was always touching it, normally both. I'm pretty sure I gave one an orgasm just from running it down from her breast and over her vulva," she shares excitedly. "They were twin sisters, human, just got married into an established marriage. Guess they were mages who worked hard enough to get recognized by some lower nobles. They were very skilled, and the positions we could do were beautiful, using my flexibility fully. They even limited the size of toys they used for me. Got an extra tip, too. Sleeping between two women with your size tits is what heaven must be, so many soft pillows."

"I'm glad to be a pillow for you whenever possible. I also had a great first client. She must have been a high noble warrior. Her muscles were perfect. She let me take control as well. I could take my time with her, getting every part of her body perfect in my mind. Her skills in heels were amazing as well. We had a nice little beat going during the walk to and from," deciding to share the happy moment from yesterday.

We finished our fronts, so I quickly started on her back before she could turn around.

"Are muscles all you care about?" She uselessly asks yet again.

"No, many body types are nice. Yours is slim, soft, and small. Perfect for a snuggle in bed. Wonderful to tease. And completely memorized many times over," I respond.

"I don't really get how you do that. You're able to make basically perfect figures of like twenty women. Seeing mine get created so quickly is a little creepy," Mai snaps back as I start on her tail.

"I think it has to do with my life affinity. And sorry, but you'll have to live with me while I create your figure. They're too cute, not too." Only halfway done with her long, soft tail.

"Yay, yay. Same as always, huh? I've sold three of the four so far, one to the sisters. So I may have to deal with you creating another one for me soon. You aren't using a skill on my tail, right? I'm starting to feel warm," questioning my intentions with her tail.

"No, you must like me creating the figures more than you say to be getting hot thinking about it," teasing her, "It'll have to wait a bit to get another batch. Getting bred soon."

"I see. Is today at least going to be an easy day?" Walking around me. "Now, spread those wonderful wings."

"Kind of, not really. Mistress says no men, but she lied yesterday about what I would have to do. This time, she'll be breaking a contract with a person." I give a soft moan from Mai's work, "Oh yes, that feels good. Sorry, so it depends on the girls. She didn't limit any other activities. So I get to see if this rainbow-colored tail decides to actually give me some luck."

"I see. Well, we can go around in a pair. I'll take the rough one," she suggests.

"I guess I should. I really don't want to find out what Mistress does if I have a miscarriage this pregnancy. She already basically gave me a threat," I say with a sigh. "I'd say I'll pay you back, but going with me just increases the chances that we get two assholes. I'll find a different way to thank you."

"Don't worry. You saved my life and have been a great friend. I can take one rough night for you," she says, her hands running over my thighs.

"I barely did anything, just a bit of healing. Kelly did the real work,"

"No, I know if you weren't there, I would have died."

"That makes no sense. I relieved some mild pain at best. You and Kelly did the work."

"Stop thinking slaves are useless. In a year, you'll be free and find that your mind and capabilities haven't changed, just that no one can give you commands."

"I'm a sex slave, a breeder, and a slave. 2 of those will still exist. There is plenty of mana, but I can barely use it for pleasure."

"You need to stop that. Keep working here as a masseuse. You level fast and can pick one that lets you do more healing and leave this chapter behind for good."

"I'll try."

"Good. Now, let's get dry. The exhibitionist needs to go get her clothes for lunch."

"Yes, Ma'am."

She gives my sore ass a soft slap for that as we start to head over to the towels, and we dry off, parting ways at the stairs.

I make my way up the stairs at a nice pace. My breasts bounce and jiggle all the way up. I wonder if I'm powerful, like the nobles I serve all day. My breasts are similar in size to them, and the saying is that mana is stored in the breasts. Powerful men don't grow breasts, so it isn't entirely true, but people don't offend well-endowed women for a reason. But I've never felt powerful. I have always been forced to do something I didn't want to do since I got my affinity. People say I help them, but I only watch Kelly help them. I have the figure of power, yet that figure only ever serves someone. I can't be powerful when that is my life. I should be powerful. That was my future.

At seventeen, everyone figures out whether they have an affinity for magic. I did, life magic. Right before the class choosing ceremony, a little after I turned eighteen, my mother got sick from poison. My aunt hoped my mother would die and she would be the one to take care of me instead. The plan didn't work when my pathetic amount of life mana kept my mother from dying, just barely. I didn't have time really to think after that. The only plan I came up with was to sell myself for money to heal her. Looking back, I could have done many things. The best would be to offer to work under a healer for a few decades for help. Instead, I sold everything I was going to have.

I'm not mad I did it. I need my mother alive. She's too important to me. I mean, look at the few seconds of my life where I lost her; I messed up so much of the work she did. She says I didn't, but she didn't work so hard for me to be a whore. Yet, I'm even lower than that, a literal sex slave. I've got the class, beautiful collar, and job. A breeding tool for the rich and powerful. A play thing. Could I be considered a person at this point?

Staring at my door, I let out a sigh and walk in. I don't have any nice clothing, and it sounds like I won't till I no longer wear a collar, just under a year. Two, maybe three pregnancies away. It's such an awful way to measure my time here. I decided to let my breasts be free today, just plain underwear under my simple robe. I've gotten lucky a few times, and the woman sees that and assumes I'm not putting it out that way, so I just have to work my tongue nicely. Most of each breast is shown, but below that is hidden.

I walk down the main stairs, praying for nice girls to show up—breasts jiggling with each step. Something is off about them, but I can't check them now. I have to remain clothed on these stairs. I speed up, needing to see if they have indeed gotten bigger. I'm not sure what would cause it. My level is just higher than yesterday. I doubt that would do anything so noticeable. I started checking for a new skill but found none. I check my body stats and see that my breast size has increased enough to show up there.

There's nothing to do but laugh. What is most commonly associated with power for women just grew in a moment when I was so powerless, a collar controlling my body, a man taking whatever he wanted. Then I go back to my job smiling. Sure, I get an apology, but that, too, reminds me of how low I am. 'I thought you would be ok getting fucked due to how often you are.' Damn class.

Holding back my tears, I walk into the cafeteria, get into the line, and get my food. It's the same thing as always. I go find where Mai is sitting. It looks like Yuki can join us today. Her tails hide her body from me as I walk towards them.

"Hi, I'm glad you can join us, Yuki," I say, moving past her and sitting beside Mai. I then look down and see she doesn't have a plate. Mai is also almost done. I guess she was really hungry.

"I can't. I'm here to check on you. Are you doing alright, Alzi?"

"I guess my stupid boob's got bigger from getting raped. Mistress also kind of apologized. I said I should have been fine with it due to how often I'm fucked like that. Better than nothing, maybe."

"Good, I'm still working on getting them banned. You told him, warned everyone correctly, and let out the help signal. I'm talking to several other girls, and we should be able to pressure her to do the right thing."

"Thanks Yuki. But you don't have to go through all that. She already promised I won't have to serve that family again."

"None of us should have to serve a rapist and his family."

"Yay, I guess so. Thanks."

"Don't worry, today will be better. I'll be with you as much as possible," Mai interjects.

"I appreciate that."

"Sorry, I need to go. I have a thousand steps to walk for my next appointment. My feet will be just two big blisters by the end of the month."

"I'll make sure to give them extra attention at night."

"Good, I'll need it. Bye, you two."

"Bye," we say together.

I focus on my food, wrapping my tail around Mai's. I'm unsure why doing that calms me, but I won't complain.

"It always feels weird when you do this. It forces me to think about what my tail is doing as it bumps into something."

"Sorry, it soothes me."

"I know girl. I've gotten used to it. You should try it with Yuki. I wonder what her reaction would be to you ruining one of her tails," Chuckling, "her face would be perfect, I bet."

"It would be enough to end our friendship, I imagine."

"Don't worry, I'll convince her to forgive you. Besides, she can't live without you at this point. "

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Well, I'm done and need to finish my makeup. I'll see you when the floor opens up."

"Ok, see you."

I continued picking away at my meal, anxiety increasing slowly about today and tomorrow. I hope they are gentle tomorrow. Some girls get incredibly excited about inseminating me. They always thought they would have to carry to have a biological kid.

"Hi Alzi, I heard about it yesterday. I felt it, too," says Vasati. "I'm talking to Mistress and potentially the other brothels about the family. They knew the rules, knew you were uncomfortable, and did it anyway. I don't care that they paid a few more gold for it. Even when the girl is a slave, the agreements need to be followed, and you are at least aware of any changes to them. I can't let that slide for my girls. This can't be the norm if we want to stay high class. Unfortunately, Mistress gets the final say with it being you. But, the threat of other brothels hearing about it should have it go through. You're a sweet girl. I've heard you never believe people, but you do a lot to help the girls. You are a calming force for them. It would be best if you started looking around you differently. Soon, your shackles break."

"I keep hearing that. Did you all talk about it first or something? I've been a slave for nine years, and my class has made me into a serving bitch. I don't see what you all see. But, I guess I can try."

"Good, I'll let you finish lunch in peace." She rubs my shoulder and walks away.

"Thanks," I whisper out to no one. I start eating my lunch again, this time alone with my thoughts. Something I didn't want, so I quickly finished up and headed to the front. I plan to get lost in the paintings shortly before a client arrives.