Life as a Royal’s Breeding Partner

Chapter 6 – Surprising massage

I didn't find anything new in the paintings—just the same faces and flower. I start waving my tail to watch the light dance around the room instead. I simultaneously hope no one shows up and that somebody does. Every second that passes, anxiety builds. Will I truly not have to pleasure males today? Who bought my womb this time? Will I have more children than last time? All floating in my head as I dance the light through the room.

Finally, I hear it—the familiar click of heels. I still find it funny that all these fighters put on the most brutal shoes to move in. But women need to dress to impress. Seed, good seed at least, is hard to come by, so women group up; only the best get in. I don't know all the rules, but being a good fighter isn't enough to become a wife. It could make you a concubine for one of the wives, her bodyguard. Little luck, and you may get a child or be able to raise your lady's child as a mother. But for nobles, this won't carry on the family as they say. So they must impress the powerful when walking the street and at the stupid balls, somehow, that turned into walking, running, and dancing in stupidly large heels. It was hard enough doing that with my class helping me. I don't know how long the nobles practiced to get to my level, but they managed it.

These clacks are quiet, so a mage is most likely coming up. Ten clicks and the door starts to open. A smaller woman steps through, well, except for her breast. How she stood and moved showed she used to use a sword. She takes a glance around the room before staring me in the eyes.

"Are you told to move the light around? What magic is creating the light? Is it a spell or item?" She asks in quick succession. Her stare is digging into me.

"The light is just from my tail. I haven't tried to figure out what causes it to let off the light. And no, Mistress didn't ask me to move the light around so much. I just wanted a distraction." Answering most of her questions.

"I see, I see. Well, that is too bad. I would have loved to use it for a party. May I study your tail instead?"

"I don't think Mistress would let you do that for free, and I don't know what the cost would be. So you'll have to ask her."

"Some other time, maybe. The head wife came here last week and loved it, 'better than our maid,' she said. Are you the one who gave the message? I just returned from a long trip, made some coins, and thought this would be a good place to spend it."

"Yes, I'm the only one giving massages here for the last few years."

"Great, she said it was five gold coins," pulling some out of the air and gently setting them on the dark countertop.

"Yes, that is correct," continued the magic trick, making them disappear. An observer would wonder if the coin ever existed. I simply used a magic item to move the coin into Mistress's coin box. The noble could have done many things to cause the competing effect.

"This way, please," I said to the short one. She has a single red-skinned horn that tells me her race. Our heels start a beautiful rhythm as we walk down the hallway. The music fades as I open the door for my client. A short solo and the ritual begins.

"Would you like to bathe first?"

"Yes, please." Arms already up. We go through the same process I've done thousands of times.

After I remove her clothes, she gets into the bath. I retrieve the soap and begin on her back. Toned but lacking from what a warrior would have. Working down to her legs, I can feel their stress. None that go on missions can keep their legs stress-free. She seems like she has been busy. Her muscles show a lot of use and abuse. I note that for the massage. I'll be spending a lot of time working to loosen her legs. I finish with her chest, which is smaller than mine by a noticeable amount due to my recent growth spurt.

"Would you like me to use oils for the massage?" I ask as I dry her off and help her onto the table.

"Yes." She answers. I quickly grab them and get to work.

Her feet are calloused from her journeys but require little time for a masseuse. Making it to her legs, I start to work into her muscles. I also started up my erotic touch. I slowly increase the output as I work up her fine legs. Muffled moans come from her mouth as I finish up the calves and start her thighs. I have to keep my skills in check. I do need to complete the massage and not just have sex. I am working my hands into her ass, and she is still muffling the moans; I'm not sure why; she shouldn't be that aroused yet. Getting interested to see what is going on, I check her vulva and notice it is, in fact, a little wet. I start on her lower back, wondering if I need to lower my touch when she gets up.

Stunned by this, I freeze. She didn't come here to fuck the masseuse, so she shouldn't be getting up due to me going too slow.

"Damn girl, if you wanted to fuck me so bad, you could've just asked. I tried lasting, but it was embarrassing to orgasm from a massage," she says, grabbing something from the toy shelf, "so you are going to pay me back for going through that. However, I think this is what you want. On your knees, slave girl." I go to my knees, wheels turning to figure out where I went wrong. I can't have my next massage turn out like this. I've still got to work the floor tonight.

She stops fiddling with the toy and turns around. A giant strapon is at my chin; it's not the biggest here but close.

"Put the pretty mouth to use."

"Yes, Ma'am,"  I respond, taking the dildo into my mouth. Seeing as I was going to get fucked now no matter what, I turned up my skills, and the woman nearly fell from a sudden orgasm. Panting, she grips my horns for support, forcing me to take the dildo deeper into my throat. I relax, but the magic on the dildo sends more pleasure through the woman. Her panting is shaking her breasts. I can barely see them, but my imagination is good. I know the jiggles are from her ragged breath. I'm unable to resist. I bring my hands up. I find them easily, brushing my fingers over her nipples, earning me an intense moan and another inch down my throat.

"Don't worry whore, you'll be getting it all in a moment," she moans out.

Unable to respond verbally, I just work the rest down my throat. I'm not sure why we're here so fast, but her beautiful legs and ass did get me a little aroused, so I might as well enjoy it.

"That's a good little dragon," she says, finally gaining some composure, "get the shaft nice and wet, or you'll regret it soon."

My head moves back slowly. I still need to get used to the intruder down my throat. Hands are searching for the best spot on her breast. She just pets my head in encouragement, moaning uncontrollably.

I keep working slowly until my throat relaxes correctly, and then I work to give her yet another orgasm. I've found her nipples to be the best way to excite her tits. Rubbing, squeezing, and pulling all get beautiful responses. Her hands still just pet me, like she is just comforting her dog, not shoving a giant dildo down a girl's throat and moaning hard enough to let the queen know how much fun she is having.

"Good girl, you've embarrassed me enough. Time to pay you back for all that," gripping my horns and forcing my head off the strapon. "Up, over the table. Yes, just like that, spread them, girl. Tail up and to the side. Damn, you've got the best ass I've ever seen."  I get into the position asked, a standard one. I'll be able to take it comfortably like this, so I start to get excited. She's been so nice to me. Her hand felt great going through my hair. She let me play with her tits. Many don't like whores playing with their symbol of power.

Then I felt the dildo start to raid my hole. My labia spread wide to take the girth inside. She's still being kind, slowly inserting the monster. When her hips touch my ass, all I feel is pressure inside, filled. I've started joining her with my moans. She stays there for a second, letting me get used to the feeling. I've prepared myself to be relentlessly pounded by the monster she chose from the shelf; I've accepted that I'm going to be a mess after she is through with me.

"Good girl, accepting all that seems your mouth did good work," she whispers in my ear, breast pressed against my wings. "Now I want to see these wings spread, just like your pussy is right now." I obey, spreading them as far as the room lets me. "You're such a good girl, aren't you? Your back is divine. Now let's start fucking you senseless. If I stop, you better wrap your tail around my waist and force me to pound you unless I say stop. Keep being a good girl for me."

She is too nice; I rarely get to spread my wings, and she even loves my back. I feel her slowly pull back; I wait in anticipation for her slamming forward and pounding me like a bitch in heat. Halfway out, she does it, one hand on my waist, the other taking a fistful of hair to brace against.

She proves her strength as she relentlessly uses me. Our moans almost drown out the rhythmic slap of my ass and her hips. She uses the entire length inside me, going from nearly empty to full in quick rotations. I'm feeling pure bliss, and muscle memory keeps my pussy gripping the dildo. All I desire right now is that dildo deep inside me. To fill me, to breed me. Unfortunately, this dildo isn't able to do that. But my pussy doesn't know that.

This goes on for a while, orgasm after orgasm for both of us. Then I feel the mage start to slow down and then stop. My tail moves without a thought, and my beautiful collar ensures I follow the commands. I just use the end of my tail, less mass to move. Even then, I cannot move quickly, so I go for power.

"That a girl. Just like that. Raise your chest off the table." She commands. Following, I push up with my arms. From her resting position on my back, she reaches around for my breast.

"Oh, you've got milk, you little cowgirl. Or I guess big cowgirl. Keep pounding yourself while I milk you onto the table," moaning all the while. I answer with moans of my own. Getting the rare relief for my breast, knowing the second she stops, the pressure will return.

I had already made a puddle on the floor from my semen, and now a puddle was forming from my milk on the massage table. The floor was a problem for the orphans. I'll have to clean the table and move quickly once this is over to finish the massage.

My ass is at least red, if not bruised, from the pounding I'm receiving. My tail forces her forward much harder than when she was in control. In the pleasure, some pain makes it in from my cervix being pounded.

"You still have some in the tank?" She asks, most likely about my semen.

"Yes, I always have some to give." Panting from the workout.

"Breed me, you're strong enough. My wife will be happy to welcome your children into the family. Pull your wings in first." She says, pulling the strapon out of my abused pussy.

"Yes, my lady," I say, trying to keep my legs up under me as I stand straight. I turn and help her out of the toy, and she takes my place over the table.

I line up my cock with her slit and push forward, slipping in quickly with all the precum and vaginal fluid we've made.

"Fast and hard bitch, don't think we can go easy just cause we switched places."

"Of course, Ma'am," I say, speeding up, making her ass red from my hips. "Do you wish me to take my time or finish fast?" I have reasonable control over my dick when it is the only part of me being used.

"Don't think about it, just worry about enjoying breeding this pussy," is what she manages from the moans. I feel her cervix with each slap of her ass.

I do as I'm told and let what happens happen. Her ass is slowly getting redder as each slap from my hip happens. Her moans are becoming a regular visitor to my ears now. My mouth produces many sounds from all the sensations I'm having.

Fifteen minutes is how long it takes for me to finish deep inside her. "Would you permit me to check if we conceived?" I ask, not sure how serious she was about the breeding.

"Please," she says just before her eyes close and falls asleep.

I stabilizer her then check her status. I manage to see it switch from ovulating to pregnant. I send some mana into her womb to help the zygote implant correctly. It is rare for me to know I have conceived a child, so I do all I can to help it along, knowing I likely won't ever see the children or even the mother again.

She is fully asleep now. I decided to finish the massage, needing to clean my milk off the table. I focused deep and used my mana to clean it off. I leave my semen for the orphans to clean, move the noble onto the table, and go back to working on her lower back. I check if her legs need help again, they seem fine. So, I just give them a quick run before flipping her over and starting on her front.

I finish quickly, playing with her breasts a little before waking her up to change and leave.

"I feel wonderful. Thank you for finishing the massage," her hand going through my hair, "I had a lovely time with you."

"I enjoyed this very much as well," I respond, holding the door for her. "I hope you can come back in a few months, and I can relieve some of the pregnancy stress."

"You got me pregnant, huh? Well, my wife will be happy to welcome a child into the family for the price of a massage. Thanks for all of this; you're a wonderful partner. I'm surprised you've lasted here so long. Even a princess would like to buy you for her harem," she says, clicking her heels and sending me into a hypnotized state.

"I have a deal with Mistress," I say without thought.

"I'm Glad she is honoring it. With how good you are, you must constantly get offers. See you again. I'll try to convince my wife to tag team with you in a few months."

"I'll be waiting for the night. I'll most likely have a bigger belly than you. So take it easy on me."

"I'll see," she says, walking out of the building.