War Has Come While Night Hath Fallen Over Our Faire Kingdom -

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Chapter 20: Carrying Hope

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The big day might have come far too soon. Richard's upchucking of his meals, the bedding remaining of his sweltering coupling when nights were colder or even his weakened resolve to despise the man and his family – the king, as Richard's wit become something to savor after the cursed babe was made well into their world. The cramps produced much in the ways of pain for himself. God less, the king was upon dragging him to be washed of pampered instead. But nay. He had believed it so too. The king, was not the cold-blooded warlord the boy had loathed as easily in face and mastery of his features. He allowed Selene and Paam to of course be sure his nursery was as it would be for only the luckiest. A child born of two blood lines. It was never uncommon, ywt Richard's blood alongside a man favored by a goddess?

Bruce would fall and bow at the sight, or slit his own throat in regret of ever having not killed the king. Saving his child from birthing their destruction.

Yet, could a child be born in such a way? That had to be false. All that Selene wanted to do was secure a warrior. Not a demon, correct?

He slept on and when he then woke, the cramps were wetted by his thighs as water slid down in puddles.

It was too soon, and Richard could not cry out to beg this moment cease.

He crawled to the doorway, clawing for the handle as it gave. "S…si… aaahh !" The pain beat him, dragged him to his knees as sweat beaded the poor future queen's dark brows.

The call then was enough. Slade was with his royal guardsmen as he wasted little time in tending to the child in his quarters. Paam however, did see once she was told right away by a maid in the hallway where the prince had taken to a fall.

All as he was carried to a new bed, a new place of utter failure he was sure. Sure, that the babe wouldn't have made it. He had –

"The child is not still, do not fear my prince." Selene sweat in as she carried at her arm the king. "It is time. My lord?"

Slade looked upon his sweating bride as the killing rounds came. Richard cried out and Slade got this reason, did not flee. "What must be done to save him? Tell me, witches!"

"OH, what manners. Well." Selene ignored how Paam did her duties and readied the bed and the midwife duties by herself.

"Paam has this part covered, the last part of the curse to be broken, is with one kiss ."

"Witch. Take your words and be wise in my presence. Th-

"It is proper, my lord. The king and his beloved must be true. If he does not fight it, the child will have become a GOD." Her eyes twinkled at the title she has spoken. "To produce a God, you must not falter, my lord. That child in that bed is in fact a creator, and your devotion to that creator must be willing to allow it to flourish. All seeds rot before they may take to forming roots, my lord." She batted her lashes at the king. "You must feed this hungry root or watch it wither. That, is how you shall end the boy's internal suffering."

The king huffed before bounding over to the bed, gripping Richard's head back and holding him still as the boy didn't move. Breathing as a flutter of bird wings in his chest. "M... maj –

"You'll be silent and do as you are unprepared. Your king, commands it. All this kiss. Or your child will not live. You too shall fail to keep your promise to your family. Your father."

The king watched the boy lay still as his mind ebbed with thoughts of King Bruce's pain. "As…as…you will…" Richard swallowed weakly. "Do, as you must…my lordship."

As far kissing in bed without consent, this was far different. No taste, very chaste as the boy let his head tip back. The mark along his belly began to slip lower and shift as well. His eyes shut, the hairline pressed at as the king didn't seem to want to let go earlier than he needed. The boy was smothered with a love that wasn't anything but a way to make a witch pepper red. The magic in this scornful mark now taking over, as Richard's legs moved to let them part up. The effects of the kiss, not as before. His lips tingled slightly more. His eyes were wetted with tears. His whimpers unheard, unfelt. His hands still sweating, shaking in his oddest reluctance to an ecstasy expected of a God's parent. If so, it were, his ability had not awakened. The child would be found to carry the blood of the Romani – ya and though it made Richard proud at first, that blood would be tarnished red forever.

The Defencia nation was not as abstract. He needed to be there. To bring this child up and change their fate. A fate, that would not be met with fighting the boy's uncle or grandfather.

Rosalie...

What about that? What about Jason? Cass, Tim and…

The kiss weakened as he pulled Slade into it. No! Ending now would make the world shift around them. It had to stay the way it was. He was, afraid…

Afraid to die in a place not to call it his home; a place, that had only existed by a feud and nothing more. War was not peace. The kiss only broke as Slade pulled off, confused as well as appearing now with a dispassionate stance. Richard puffed his breath as Paam had the boy push and let his teeth gnash together uncomfortably. The king's hand held, even if his face betrayed the truth.

He didn't want to have the boy truly live him as he had…it was not his role. He called the kingdom into order, not the queen. His choice. And this, this was troubling to find so.

Slade had never wanted love. Control, and the throne.

Yet, Richard was changing and Slade was hoping not to. A child, he could do that but a boy prince to profess his true love falsely?

It was, a bit to take –

"Push, once more, again!" Paam directed as the boy looked through teary lashes as the king let the witches direct their subject. The future, coming now in a mass of slime and screaming. Oh!

The boy's head tossed itself to the pillow behind him, panting and near exhausted. Near….

"A, a boy."

"Tis a new son, my lord!" Selene and Paam both took care in making sure the child was cleared. The placenta was taken as Selene was granted her payment. Paam looked the markings over and saw that they had now turned to pink. There was no curse. Not unless there need be another child. The deed was done. The queen was made by her body.

Richard's eyes caught it as he – as this body…

Breasts, complete and full of mother's liquid. The teats rounded, as he gasped. The slick staining the bed made clear and no…no weight? …

Richard saw in horror that his cock. Was gone . Balls and all.

What the king had wanted, was a bride to secure his rule Selene bowed and left the two. Paam and Slade did not stutter as the boy hissed and now as a woman, was shortened to tears. "The child will not cope. You must remove her until Richard is calm."

"That all depends, my lordship." She muttered despondently. "He may never recover from this by all I see."

"Out, both of you –

"N – NO!" Richard clambered at the arm of his enemy's.

"G…give…me my son! Give him back! Dear gods…what hath I even done to deserve! –

His cheeks were grabbed to be shut tightly by the king.

Lady Paam moved with the crying newborn to the door. Richard's eyes were red and blurred by more tears. Always wet, always. Whether that be at his ass, lips, or by his eyes and between his tender thighs, he loved none of his fate. He would not allow that child to suffer for the sake of a selfish king's ideal kingdom come.

" BUURS…STER!"

The boy hissed as his face was held, his wrists kept from squirming. "The curse took the part I hated the very most from you. The complex notion that you could never be my perfect bride." The smirking lord let his eye tooth show. "Now, you have only to make well of our bargain. Wayne may call thee a monster all he likes. Ye? A witch, aren't ye, my pet? Or, would you rather make well another deal…be mine. My queen, not escape and save the prince. Your son."

Richard saw the king's fingers trail to pinch an exposed nipped below his night dress. Dress. This was all to take his kingdom. No queen would sit beside Jason. Nor, the bat's council…

His lips trembled as he didn't nod. Not truly, yet the king caught it. "Rest then, remember what your promise now is. Tl see that the boy in those hands starts with his mother's hand to guide, ye hath no reason to return to them. Ever."

The deed struck, the b – queen, bowed their head.

"Soon, you'll be everything this country needs. I promise. It may hurt at first. But soon, they'll all grow to adore you, my pet."

Slade smiled and left a new kiss to the queen's brow. Whispered words moving that chest to tighten as the king pulled back slowly, her shaking heart a tender moment in his eyes to morph into pure devotion by force. "It was fated the day you handed me your honest form by a decent fuck. One that Wayne's oldest brat rightfully deserved. Remember it. The prince he was, is no more. Be at ease, my dear." The king cooed before retiring to the next hall.

"To many years as my beloved equal. If ever I were to allow that."

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Richard shut out the attacks, the stares and words as the king came back to chambers. The man came with a bundle of swaddled cloth while the mother pouted and felt just to do so. Slade was smiling to his son, and Richard's own teeth could crack with avarice. A child, to have it be a coaxing into his new life? The young prince and the queen now, United as Slade held the sleeping babe out for Richard's arms to want to take. He didn't, but he did want until the king was close before his eyes snatched a glimpse of such chocolate locks with a streak of white. An immortal curse, Richard believed.

"He is a peculiar face, my dear. Would you like to see our son in your arms this well after his birth? The little prince was able to put you through so much pain." Slade mocked as he touched the young boy's nose. "His mother must be strong. Can you be those things for him, Rinna?"

Richard unleaded a scathing glare as the babe replaced his anger with a small cooing sound.

"You…think ro use, a child? When will you cease this –

"Whence you concede and do as you are told, so I will not have to harm either of my new family. And oh." The grinning lord moved quickly as his hands carved out a spot by Richard's new breasts. Perky, milky white as what lay beyond the plump mounds if flesh, he took one in his massive hand and sat closest to take the babe near while handling his struggling queen's response to being molested and maneuvered for the first time as a dairy cow.

His child's milked maid as the babe was given a teat and suckled softly with the teeth if a leech to it. "Mother and child, doesn't mean you won't share with your king as well." The babe was placed into Richard's hands as he took the bait. The boy made cuter sounds than he could ignore, while the teenager's other exposed nipped found a new use. Slade took it to his lips and the boy fell into the pillows while his two teats were taken without thanks.

His to lads, one not one. He even licked until the nipped stood erect. "I could have you any time and demand only a sip. The rest would be for the babe, and yet the other women of my country hold better meat than this."

He squeezed the mound and let go, twisting the nipped with a chuckle and his hands timing everything on the baby's little teeth. Richard was red and splayed out, brutally in heat which turned Slade into a beast at the sight of such gorgeous intent to have him continue. ",What a naughty mother you are. What would your child say? Rose would not mind out intimacy, yet you? Your kin would call you a whore. Your tits are prepubescent at best. He hummed, massaging the mounds and lolling a tongue over the underside before dragging his teeth to tease at the exposed test. It leaked a milky drop as the king moaned at how the taste was so youthful as a flower. Even as the boy bit his lip and endured. He could just drop the child, the act.

The hitched breath of this mother almost did drop the boy, yet the king was oh so careful as his over set of fingers crawled under the boy's nightgown and to the one place je had not protected carefully from those sets of pads.

His cunt.

The fingers tickled at first as the babe whined, the prince attempting not to buck so easily. Yet the king didn't stop. He tested this theory as his fingers poked a bit deeper slowly, each time. The tickle becoming a mild burn as it grew. The babe was halfway off the teat as Richard's head was swimming with curses to breathe. The babe would never know, he admitted and with venom over his shoulder, the king's hands found their mark and pressed. Deep.

" NNGH! YOU…. LET….OUT…. OUT…-

"You must learn to hold that babe as if it could fall again. Your beating breathes are connected, my dear." He let the fingers squish in slick and fluids from any remaining after birth before returning to the teenager's bare and swollen teat. The babe took notice and decided it was still wanting, a curse maybe as the babe and grown male made the prince below them.

Moan.

A low growl as the grinning king smiled as he suckled away at his victory. His fingers plating with the sickened walls of his toy and lavishing on the display of his own son being a meaningful future ruler and TAKING. The very trait the boy below would eradicate through kindness? That child would kill its mother! Such as the blood as a warrior. Stupid child.

The king moved his flights to crook UP. The boy bucked again, the teeth at his son's mouth biting in too far. He seethed, not wanting to scare the babe and bring on any attention to the molested youth and his lording ass if a king.

The king then pressed his body back into the woman cradling her babe close he let well go if her milked dry teat and smacked his lips. The king licked his, moving over the young queen as their lips were forced to crash together. Richard tasted the milk and tried to reject the sour and the warmth it brought. His legs scrunched as his clit grew erect. The king pulled up, savoring the trades of the queen's horror. "Mm…your life blood for him, it makes my loins as hot as a poker. Speaking …Paam told me something of interest right after you'd woken. That we may resume, as long as our coupling remains….clipped. Nay, a short fuck for old times, my dear?"

"N…no! I…the child –

"I won't let them tell." He chuckled. "How you blusk do prettily while I carve you with my hand, pet."

"NOT. PET." The queen seethed back. "Not that. A person –

"Are you?" The king hissed, moving his other hand from the boy's can't to be taken back and taking that hand to open his own breaches to remove his clad cock. "I thought you filled the emptiness my family never deserved. In fact, do you know how my last queen since passed, my pet?" He straddled the prince's thighs and got into position. His cock bumping against the boyhood free bitch's stomach. Richard shook their head as the king just humored the prince. "Wayne happened, dear slut. He and my beloved were of, relations from birth. He had her cease or else…" The man forced himself in as Richard's eyes popped open. The child cooking as if being rocked instead of shoved to a fro.

The king stayed still as he branched out; digging his name to the core of Richard's already recovered womb. "My queen before ye was mine always. Wayne saw treason and had her sent in exile to stay. She was strong. Strong enough to kill her own cousin." He growled as the man's cock found home. The prince's breathing froze before speeding up. The king moved slow and drew out such precious reactions as he conveyed in his memories the reason all along for his conquest of the city of the bat.

"Wayne, was my enemy. He'd disgraced my queen. She sword he could kill our next son, so I swore. Before her death, that I would take one if his. Just…as he took from me…he killed her, Richard !"

The man plowed in as Richard never withheld his cries long enough. The babe was falling asleep to the rocking as the king never went fast enough to be more than a cradles' pattern. To and from, from and to.

"You…had…a…. plan??..." Richard gasped; tears were as red as his stroked eyes. "He had no children, none. I was aware and believed it my curse unto him. It was not enough, per…I wanted him to suffer truly…" Hungrily, the king recovered a teat as he bit down. The blood was lapped away before it could stain such battered flesh. The babe was in bliss as it never made a peep. Such a good boy he had.

"He had no children, so when YOU came into…the picture, I had my chance. Likely, my first son…wanted you hung. Your heart no longer beating. Sacrificed to her glory. Without his mother, he scented you for blood. Wanted you….to pay."

"She…was not ….my fa –

"WAYNE shares it with ALL of his brood!" Snarled the king as he attacked the boy's damp lobe to whisper into it. "My children would look to hang them all, your family was in danger from the start. Jason will not rule, because I would not allow it."

"J – JASON?"

"a- Annh.. and!?" The king growled and pushed past to the womb as Richard was pinned onto his back, his arms preoccupied with protecting the now sleeping, gurgling babe

"AND, Wayne never wanted you to rule in his stead. Your role was beside your brother. To SIT . HIM." The man rolled his hips and made the cock roll too while in so far. Richard's legs were kept to the mattress as the babe became his to cradle from the cramping pull his body felt. It was strange and alien to the boy. As if, if…

He was still male. He felt a prostate ??

"ANG!"

"Looking to keep me in your bed all night. Slut ? The babe won't care. I made sure to request Selene coax it to allow us this time in bonding. It's beneficial to the ch –

"YOU…. YOU PLANNED HIS DEPARTURE?? YOU PLANNED TO HAVE…. THIS??" Richard's breathing grew high and painful. The king massaged the boy's pecs as the mounds softened by such a show of faux affection. "I almost thought that kiss we shared was very real. You made me want to propose while you gave into the joys of being in labor." Slade cruelly smiled fondly, before making it clear that he had not cum yet into the right hole. "You'll accept me. Your body will. Selene was too happy to be rejected and came to me whence the king would have nothing to do with her words of wisdom. It is a cautionary thing; Wayne should have listened to his head bitch before I took another from its nest."

"Stop…. you've taken enough. Why won't you answer me?? You planned it all. For revenge, for…your queen –

"But, my dear!" Sighed the king as his cock started to swell at the base, his hand moving to cup his own balls and roll them, squeezing lower, as those fingers found the woman's cunt to be an even better fit. Richard curled his toes and cradled the babe even closer ax the two came closer to their climax. "You are my queen now, so none of those times matter. Her love for me resides now forever inside of you . In that child, and I shall have it and your wanton cries. Every night; for the goddess gave these gifts in favor of my grief. Wayne was cursed by our goddess. And you? You were the prize no matter…. what…. was…."

"S- s -stop, d- don't !" Richard begged with a racket of sobs.

"To…. -

"Slade! Gods, no more!"

" HAPPEN!"

Her wrecked throat called on Slade's heated loins to flow forth. The king's seed drenched the boy's widened cunt. How it fluttered and displayed such a messy reach of promise. In more children, in more ways to punish Wayne.

The sobbing prince did not release the babe, holding him as a toy or a runt of a pup. Like he was. Only as good for being bred and taken, a whore now. A false queen. A replacement that would never live up to the title as his thighs squelched with the man's fucking soured cum. Hot, seedy and runny as vomit as the illness in the boy's throat came once the king had wrenched the babe from the teenager's shaking fingers. They looked as bettered as his walls. While the fingers crooked painfully, those pink puffy walls stayed open for all to see how useful this queen could become.

" Far too fragile to hold him for a few more hours, pet. You have my sympathies. Now, a name."

The boy's sweaty bangs were pressed back as the tired teenager's last revolt could be through such a thing. To pick a name. He had to do it. It was the ultimate betrayal that right now, he WAS allowed.

"I'll allow his mother to choose. It makes no great deal to I. Yet it matters the title be decent to his culture. Do so carefully, my blushing bride."

Richard quickly picked up two parts. The first, to appease the king.

"Vonndell…. Llewellyn, Wirlon…."

The second. His execution .

"A strange combination." The king knew that translated none well. The other, was influenced by the Romani – ya. "Vonn, as in Hope." The king mused. "Would you have our son do as he is expected? To rule and take or be taken?"

"Hope is, necessary." Richard rasped and turned his eyes to the male warlord. "Hope, will bless him forever more."

"As for the second. That has me ever so, puzzled. His role is eventually, as my reagent. Would you dare to test that?"

"Nay, sire. He is…yours." The teenager's eyes forced back tears. He was sure that hope would survive.

"Very well. Your names, are curious yet doable. They shall not be changed."

Richard's mouth cracked open, his eyes blinking the strain lined red spots away. "RE…. Sire…. thank…you…"

The man put a palm to his dear queen and consort's forehead. "Rest, you have earned my pity. For pleasuring me greatly as ye shall yet again."

The boy's eyes did not open as dread filled his dark dreams for later. "While you raise our child, this will also be your task. You are not of Defencia blood. Nay, you are worthless in the goddess's eyes. Ye must be granted praise, someday. Deeming me your lord and pleasing your king will put you quickly into her favor. Good eve, my dear. Sleep now."

The newborn child and the king left his side, as the prince quietly sobbed once more in silence. He moved his hands to cup his tender breasts and lamented at the changes all too near. He was… cursed as his father – because of ever being adopted, the man had those to fall behind. Jason, if that were true. He was always strong as a warrior. Richard planned and made wars end in other ways. He had no mission to bare his shield so soon. Right now, Jason was being pampered and praised for his heroics. Wayne by far must already have guessed it.

His son was not what he had remembered. He was never coming home to embrace the man; he'd soon be told by a stray messenger. It was only a matter of time. Not in these clothes or with this, cage of a vessel that he kept. The boy wailed now as his body was bent dry and no longer leaked his distress so openly. The king ignored every moment. The maids only came to change the queen's bedding. The swelling cunt below had softened as Richard finally, like his wilted blooms, drifted off to sleep underneath the light of a somber, blue, early winter moon.

(It is winter at its start here.)

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So, next chapter after the next will time skip a bit. Noted, Richard's real curse was supposed to revert as Selene said after his son was born. Yet Slade altered the deal with Selene to make the changes permanent and forever make Richard or Rinna, his blushing bride. How the hell a woman can carry a child and not drop them while being assaulted? This is fiction so please don't look to hard into this! I am a Richard / Slade fam girl and it's not going to end until I get to the last chapter. Knowing that Hope is the son Richard wants to wean on a different form of vengeance, he may do this once the boy is old enough to realize why his was even born! Find out – oh, and Wayne's cousin was Slade's wife?? Sounds familiar?

Find out!!