I have this fantasy that I’m royalty in a monarchy. Lineage, pure breeding, and stellar genes are everything for the success of a kingdom. I’m feisty, loving, and want to be involved in action and my husband agrees but thinks I should be better suited doing child rearing, delegating, and party planning.
As it’s time for an heir to come, I’m apprehensive because I want to live more and I’m still very young. My husbands parents, frankly, do not give a shit. They straight up tell him, “Get her pregnant tonight or there will be consequences.” They’ve tracked my schedule better than I have and they know I’m fertile from my schedule and the way I’ve been acting.
My husband pins me down and we proceed to have sex, which is all fine, then he growls in my ear, “I’m getting you pregnant!” I want to pull back and beat on his heavy chest to stop but I whimper and thrust back because my womb needs a baby in it.