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cherrycherish · 8 months ago

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Unbirthed Usurper

Ria is the newest addition to the work force in the royal palace, only getting the job because someone working at the palace noticed his pretty face in the market, 'not too pretty, just plain enough' the maid said while looking him over, his height and thick black hair obscuring his face enough that most people didn't notice him. She said something about being recommended by someone but didn't explain further. It didn't matter, he wasn't in any position to turn down a job, even if they make him muck the king's stables. He knows he's lucky to get the job, and luckier still that they give him something easy; he simply has to bring the meals the kitchen prepares to whatever room he's told to. It's easy work, the only problem is that he has such a hellish appetite it's torture to smell all the delicious food on the cart and hand it over to someone else to eat. He had always known hunger and somehow even after all these years still struggled to ignore it.

It took reminding himself repeatedly what the punishment would be if he dared touch a monarch's meal to stop him from taking any. Saliva pooling in his mouth as he pushed a cart of piping hot food to its destination. When he is given permission to enter the room he forces himself to straighten up and behave. He's delivering Queen Marissa's food today, such a graceful, warm woman, so willful and strong. He doesn't meet her eyes, but he knows how her face brightens when mealtime comes around.

As Ria turns to leave, his stomach growls loudly, like it's crying out for help. He goes red to his ears but tries to play it off and continue for the door, cursing his gut for its betrayal.

"What's your name?"

He can hardly breathe as he turns back to the queen with a bow, certain that he's going to be flogged for acting unseemly. When she hears his name she doesn't snap at him or call the guard to drag him out, she merely smiles and gestures to her table, "Come eat with me, Ria."

Even though he knows he could be severely punished for such a thing, the temptation of finally tasting the culinary skills of the royal chefs is too good to resist, and he meekly nods and takes the seat next to hers. Her heady lilac scent strikes him as she places a few plates before him, insisting that certain dishes were only sent by the kitchen at the physician's request, and that half the vegetable dishes were from hell itself. She much preferred the pasta and meat and fruits on the cart.

The smell of such decadent food made him salivate, and upon tasting it he'd half wondered if he'd died already. Ria wondered how food could be made to taste so wonderful, everything he'd ever eaten up until now had always been bland. His belly grumbled as he tore into his meal, as if egging him on.

The queen ate just as quickly, though she knew proper etiquette as she did so, he admired her gluttony quietly as he wondered if anyone would notice how long he'd been here. As she stood from her chair and grabbed the last tin from the cart, she arched her back just so, requesting he loosen her corset before dessert.

He quickly did as asked, nimbly loosening the bindings of her corset to allow her some room to breathe, trying not to stare at her healthy physique. She smiled mischievously at him and slid out of her corset and dress entirely, letting her softened form jiggle free. Ria was so in awe he couldn't look away, simply asking if there was anything else he could do to serve her. She sat back in her chair and spread her legs in an invitation, beckoning him to taste her.

"First," she said, "take all of that off."

He couldn't be more red in the face, but hastily obeyed, leaving all his clothing in a pile on the floor. He found himself on his knees between her thighs, lapping at her clit hungrily, eager to repay the kindness he'd been shown.

"Hah, has it been so long since you've eaten well?" She teased, but all he could do was hum and continue to worship her.

"I mmm, think you've earned a reward..." She placed a hand on the back of his head and pushed him face-first into her cunt. In the handful of seconds he sat there stunned, she lowered herself onto him further, stretching around him while moaning. It was tight and so very hot inside, and his mind raced wondering what was happening and how she was doing it.

Once he was little more than legs sticking out of her glistening cunt Ria squirmed a bit, hearing her groan and her body pull him in deeper, until all of him had disappeared inside of her, curling up tightly within her womb.

He felt her rub at her belly while catching her breath, "You'll make a fine heir, hahh, and I'll make sure that you eat very well. Don't worry about a thing, little one."

Ria could only shiver with pleasure as an umbilical cord attached to him and he sank into a deep sleep.

The queen smiled as his body shrank down, grabbing a fork and tucking into the cake she'd set on the table earlier. Polishing it off with a burp she stood and called for one of her ladies in waiting to help her get dressed in something more comfortable, knowing she couldn't squeeze her precious heir with a corset.

In a beautiful embroidered green dress the queen all but skipped to the physician's office, and after a thorough examination he caught her contagious joy, "It seems the king's seed has taken at last, Your Majesty."

She beamed, trying not to laugh, "I'll go tell him at once."

The king, who only had time for his concubines, wouldn't be given the pleasure of filling the queen with an heir. He only ever came to her room once a week to give her joyless sex and then disappeared again. No, the king hadn't earned an heir, and would surely replace her with one of his whores if they were first to produce a child. The queen couldn't suppress her grin as she marched into his wing of the palace, and into his bedroom.

"Rao!" She called, pulling open the curtains to wake him.

He and all his harem groaned at the light, "What is it, Marissa?"

"I've done it at last, my husband. I'm full with child, at last." She stood triumphantly before him, the slightest curve of her middle hardly even noticeable.

The king sat up, "Have you told the physician this?"

"He confirmed it before I came here, of course. I've already picked out a name."

"Should that not be the king's choice?" One of his whores dared to speak.

"Ria," Marissa rubbed a hand over the tiny swell, completely ignoring the question, "His name will be Ria."

The king smiled, looking almost disbelieving, "You think you'll give me a son?"

"Call it a mother's intuition." She couldn't get the smile off her face.

"We'll need to start planning a celebration to announce-- Marissa?"

"Yes?"

"You're crying."

She blinked, she was indeed crying, "I'm-- I'm so happy." She wiped her tears away, "Our son will be here soon."

"Let's save the tears for when he's actually been born, hm?"

Marissa smiled wider as his consorts tittered with laughter, this man didn't deserve a true heir. Once she'd birthed this child she'd get rid of Rao and each of his whores.

But first, she'd play the role of a ditzy pregnant wife, "I'll let the head maid know, oh and the seamstress, I'll go tell her at once! Get up and send word to the duke and the other loyal houses."

Then she was off to see the seamstress and head maid, along with her ladies in waiting. Everything needed to be perfect for her precious prince.

Between planning celebrations and hiring new staff and working with the loyal houses and meeting with merchants, the king hardly had slept and certainly didn't have any time for his consorts. He had to spend time lavishing his wife with gifts to show the opposing houses how united they were.

Naturally, it caught Rao completely off guard when not one, but two, of his six consorts ran away, leaving nothing but a letter of tearful apology in their wake. He'd sent people to search for them but they'd returned empty handed.

The queen meanwhile, was living the dream. Though her feet and back ached, her ladies in waiting were enamored with her growth, doing everything in their power to tend to her. Her prince was strong, kicking her relentlessly whenever it was time to eat. She delighted in knowing he was still an insatiable glutton. She hadn't really meant to eat the two consorts she'd passed in the hall late one evening, she just got such an urge to, and couldn't resist. The two whores made perfect padding on her massive form, she even needed wider seats now.

The physician and seamstress measured her round swell, taking notes as she admired her form in the mirror.

"You're growing well, Your Majesty, the child will surely be healthy, if a bit big."

Marissa ran a hand over the globe, "You said to indulge my cravings as it's what he needs to grow, I'm just following your instructions."

"Of course, Your Majesty, overweight is preferable to underweight. Just don't be surprised on his birthday at how big he is."

She nodded, telling herself that she wouldn't indulge the craving for anymore consorts, though the thought did tempt her.

It was another late evening when the back pain and ceaseless kicking pulled Marissa from bed, her prince was unaware that it was time for sleep, demanding more food despite the late hour. She dutifully put on her slippers and waddled toward the kitchens.

However, in the hallway she found herself cornered by two of her husband's consorts, one even brandished a letter opener at her, demanding to know what had happened to the two that disappeared. In such a position, Marissa told herself, she really didn't have much choice but to eat them, disarming the one with the letter opener and tearing away her night dress before gulping her down, pining the other beneath her huge body while she did so.

Once both of them were locked within her aching belly she struggled to her feet, clutching her full writhing belly with both arms and trying to make her way back to her room, unable to contain the loud belch that escaped. Her nightgown had split along the sides of her swell, it would mean more work for the seamstress to do in the morning.

"My lady?" The soft voice of the palace mage called.

"H-Hermes, hurrrrrrp! Ohh, p-pardon me. I think I, urp, bit off more than I can chew."

Hermes' dark eyes twinkled, "Indeed, it's hard work keeping up with the prince's appetite." He grabbed up the discarded clothes from the floor and threw them over his shoulder, placing one hand on the small of his queen's back and the other against the wriggling swell, "Let me help you back to bed, my lady."

Once she was in bed, he discarded the garments in the fireplace and rubbed at the Queen's aching mass happily. "Has the prince had his fill for now?"

"Urrp, ugh, for now. I'm sure he'll be kicking again by breakfast time." The queen's belly grumbled around the midnight snack. Luckily, the fat insulating her swell trapped the two consorts within, and in the dark the movement was indistinguishable from that of the prince. Finally satiated, the prince allowed her to sleep.

In the morning, after breakfast and before meeting the seamstress, Marissa slipped quietly through the library and into the mage tower. The palace mage was a bright eyed thirty something who had apprenticed under his predecessor, and he had proved especially capable to the queen.

Marissa had zero plans of climbing all those tower stairs, pregnant or not, and merely pressed a ringing charm on the wall. She could just make out the sound of a bell in the top of the tower.

The mage threw open the door to his room and leapt down the stairwell, landing without injury like a cat, standing tall before her and brushing his tawny hair back, she knew under the mage garb he had a powerful body hidden, "Good morning, my lady. I see that you like the one I recommended. Just who did you eat last night?"

"Good morning, Hermes. I uh, ran into two fools who tried to threaten me with a letter opener. The prince you picked was hungry, which didn't help. It's getting a bit difficult to haul all this around, I don't suppose there's anything you could do?"

Hermes looked over the swell like he could see right through it, jabbing a finger into the queen's side, muttering something. Some invisible force lifted her belly up, making it feel weightless. She stretched, relishing each pop of her spine, "Oooooh you're a gift, Hermes. Remind me to give you a raise."

The mage laughed, "I know you don't decide the wages around here, Your Grace, though I appreciate the thought."

"Not yet I don't." She rubbed at her belly with a smile, "I can finally walk around without having to hold all this up myself. I can walk through the gardens! You've blessed me, you truly have."

"Even magic has its limits, dearest. Try not to let the prince make anymore unreasonable demands of you. There's nothing I can do if you grow too wide to fit through doors."

"Yes, alright, no more consort midnight snacks, I understand."

"If you need the other two dealt with, I can--"

"No, I know how busy you are, focus on that. I imagine the remaining ones are too scared to act or Rao will hide them somewhere."

After being remeasured by the seamstress, Marissa took a long walk through the palace gardens, it was nice to have a moment of privacy and fresh air. She felt a flutter inside her.

"The weather is nice out today, hm?" She felt wet, her breasts were leaking, she sighed, "You should be born soon, then you can help me deal with all this."

When the queen came back inside it seemed the whole palace was bustling about. Her ladies in waiting quickly ushered her back to her room, explaining that the king had ordered security to be tighter.

With tightened security the queen was unable to get snacks at all hours, and guards followed her everywhere she went, but other than that things were much the same. She spent her days preparing for her prince's arrival, arranging a nursery, pumping plenty of milk in advance, attempting to make a baby blanket, and waddling around and stretching.

When the day finally arrived, Marissa spent hours suffering through labor, and the only people at her side were the physician, the midwife, Hermes and her ladies in waiting. Rao only bothered to show his face after the labor was over.

Prince Ria was as predicted, a big baby, though Marissa couldn't complain. He continued to show his healthy appetite while nursing, before falling asleep.

Rao stuck his nose up at the sight of the child, "He looks like you."

She laughed, "Nonsense, Rao, he has your eyes."

The king scoffed and left. Marissa watched him leave, wondering how much longer she'd have to wait.

It didn't take long, after a few months the king had caught some odd disease and passed despite all the physician's efforts. Marissa played the part of a grieving widow as long as was strictly necessary, even throwing out the remaining consorts, and then happily returned to proudly doting on her prince. Until he came of age, she'd have to manage the kingdom herself, but she was sure she'd do better than her late husband had.

Hermes was acting the part of someone who was courting her, despite the fact that they'd been together secretly for years, but the courting only made her feel young and more smitten with him than she already was.

He also took pleasure in helping her with the prince, having picked Ria himself, insisting that he looked like her. Mages are usually barren, and the queen had no desire to have a child with anyone else, so it felt nice to have a little family of their own making. Hermes enjoyed showing their baby little magic tricks, which gave Marissa time to get work done.

Yes, she thought, this was infinitely better than spending her life hiding. She was probably the villain by most people's measure, but she was content, as were the people she loved.

#! unbirth #! vore #! preg #! lactation #! labor #! 🍒 writes #! Royal #evil queen & her mage lover end a bloodline and replace it with their own #i support women's wrongs #was she wrong for this? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯#Ria isn't complaining #! OC Ria #! OC Marissa #! OC Hermes #! stuffing

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