Angel’s Cage 

CW: Dubcon

It had been 1 month since Hayliel lost everything. 1 month since everything around her burned. 1 month since everything she loved was stomped out and taken. The war that no one remembered who started, came to a fiery and death saturated end. Hayliel was the last living member of the royal family of Foresong, one of only hundreds of her people left, and now she sat in her isolated tower room at the edge of her bed waiting for that cold king to come take something else.  

Hayliel was considered one of the most beautiful young women in all of the lands. Full figured in all of the right places and a face as stunning as precious gems, fitting to her namesake, “Angel of the Forest “.  It was clear why the aged warrior king would claim her amongst several dozen women taken from Foresong’s now ashen land. The cold silence of the bedroom was broken by the door creaking open.  A large Man in an ornate breastplate and cape entered the room, King Farna. He absentmindedly scratched his thick salt and pepper beard, his eyes scanning the lightly dressed young girl. 

“…are you prepared?” he asked tersely. 

“Yes.” In truth, she wasn’t ever going to ‘prepared’ to have sex with the man who caused her so much pain, but it’s not like she had a choice anyway, might as well submit to it rather than struggle. 

“I will not mince words. You only exist here now to bear me heirs. Gender is as irrelevant as yours or my happiness in the matter.” His voice was as cold as the air in the castle. “Strength is the only thing that matters here, you will be the only one responsible for your well-being. Understood?” 

Hayliel nodded stiffly. 

Farna grumbled and unbuttoned his trousers without even taking off his ceremonial armor. He gently pushed Hayliel flat onto the bed and lifted her light dress. Hayliel was shocked at how direct he was, she expected him to relish this a little bit. He moved aside her thin garments and roughly inserted his huge member and began thrusting. Hayliel flinched slightly as roughly penetrated her, his girth not unrelenting to her untouched slit. She bit back the sensation to moan with each thrust. This wasn’t to be like the stories she heard from older women. The passionate and sensual love that was sold to her no longer exists. 

This was passionless. Cold. there was no love, no heart. Eleanor stole a glance at the aged king. He wasn’t even looking at her, just staring distantly out the frost glazed window,  as he took away one of the only things she had left. Hayliels brow furrowed as she bit back the sensation to moan in pleasure. “I don’t care about how it feels. I can’t…let him…”her thoughts were interrupted by the growing strikes of sensual release flooding her wet slit. The king’s member twitched inside her, and with a deep thrust, a thick stream of warm fluid coated the walls of her vagina. Hayliel bit her lip and closed her eyes tight as the cum pumped into her. Hayliel let out a tight breath as Farna jerked his dripping cock out of her. 

“I will return in a week’s time.” The tone of the King’s voice unchanging as he buttoned up his trousers. As he went to leave the room, he turned to look at her still trying to collect herself. “I…apologize…”

“What?” she thought. The man who destroyed her life, giving a simple apology like that. Hayliel felt disgust and rage rise up from the depths of her heart.  Farna exited the room, leaving her to the hollowness of the room. 

"This is my life now, huh…” she whispered. She put hand to the base of her stomach. This was nothing but a breeding ground for his majesty now. 

Weeks passed. Farna and Hayliel’s weekly hollow ritual persisted until finally, Hayliel was plagued with sickness and the lack of a monthly. There was no celebration from Farna when the pregnancy was confirmed, he just gave his typical terse grumble and left the manor and only a few of the tower servants offered their hollow congratulations with pitied looks. Hayliel didn’t blame them, she was basically a breeding cow given the task to give birth to something destined to be too big for her, to do it more than once, and alone according to Glace traditions. 

The 1st trimester came and went, the 2nd halfway through, and Hayliel already looked as though she could pop in a short time. King Farna scarcely visited anymore and even when he did, he would never speak words to her, just observe his handiwork and leave.

Hayliel grumbled at the thought of that old man as she immersed herself in the tower’s books. The library was the only form of entertainment she had within her “home”. A soft patter hit the inside of her growing belly as she read. Hayliel reached down and massaged her lightly covered belly. 

“Stop poking me while I read you little ankle biter.” Hayliel responded poking back affectionately at the kicking foot. When She first felt the firmness start to form at the base of her belly, she hated it. All it was, was a reminder of what she lost and what she was prisoner to do for the rest of her life. But, once the child started to move, it was the first real warmth she felt in a long time. Hayliel got up from her seat, cradling the underside of her growing belly and made her way back to her room. 

When she opened the door, she was greeted by the giant figure of the king. The white streaks of hair glistened in the candle light. 

Hayliel closed the door behind her and placed her books on one of her shoddy dressers. 

“What…can I do for you, your majesty…” Hayliel spoke stiffly. 

Farna turned and studied her swelling body.  Her breast, while modest before, grew to be somewhat large and voluptuous as her pregnancy progressed. Even her ass and hips seemed to fill out more. Farna could barely disguise the lust in his eyes. 

“I…haven’t been entirely transparent with you.” Farna took a few steps closer to Hayliel laid a giant hand on her stomach. “My wife-the queen- has been unable to birth a healthy heir who could rule, as you may have assumed.” 

It was true, Hayliel figured his wife had failed him in that regard, but that can’t be the only reason he came to her now. 

The king massaged his temples and continued. “And…I find that sharing the marriage bed with her to be tiresome…but with you I find myself struggling to maintain the facade of disinterest. Your beauty…taunts me.“ The king grumbled.

Hayliel’s mouth opened in shock. “I-I…what do you want.” Hayliel stammered, the hunger in Farna’s eyes was growing. A noticeable tent in the man’s trousers started to grow as he started to  step closer to her. Hayliel couldn’t deny that she missed the way his cock filled her despite not showing it. She craved any source of pleasure in these hollowed halls at this point.

Hayliel opened her mouth to protest, but Farna quickly pressed his lips to hers, stifling what she was going to say. It surprised her at first, but the yearning of her privates made her lean into the kiss herself. Farna pulled the thin dress over her protruding bump and reached two of his broad fingers into her wetting slit. Hayliel moaned through her still occupied lips as her clit sent sensations through her. 

Farna undid his trousers with his free hand and swiped its girth up and down her vaginal flaps.  Farna then lifted and pressed her firmly against the closed tight doors and penetrated her with his throbbing girth, gripping her filled out ass all the way. Hayliel finally released her lips from the lock of Farna’s, she looked in his eyes as she felt his cock fill her and he looked into hers. This time felt different, it felt like they were actually connected.  Hayliel moaned aloud as he started thrusting into her, the tip just touching her sealed cervix that sent strikes of pain and pleasure lanced through her. 

Hayliels hands gripped Farna’s back as he continued to thrust into her, her engorged tits bouncing with each pierce. Farna and Hayliel moaned in unison as his thick member grew larger and they both approached the climax.  With a few more strong pulses, Farna brought Hayliel close and unloaded thick wad after thick wad of cum into her tight pussy. Hayliel screamed out in pleasure when it filled her. But, farna wasn’t finished, he carried Hayliel over to the edge of her bed and laid her down. Farna stripped off the rest of Hayliel’s dress as she recovered from her orgasm. Without hesitation, Farna bent down and kissed her solid sphere of skin and up to her milk filled breasts. He flicked his tongue over each teat, a soft whine coming from her lips with each swipe. Despite cum already dripping out of her wet pussy, Farna thrusted into her again for another round. Hayliels heavy belly bounced and undulated with each moan and thrust. Farna gripped the taut sphere as she shrieked in orgasm and he pumped another load of cum into her. 

This continued for hours until the room smelled of sweat and semen. Even further, this continued for the days and months to come. Farna would swoop in during the night, early in the mornings, and even in the middle of the day in the study if he felt daring. The pair managed to keep their escapades a secret but even Hayliel would admit that their appetites made it hard. 

4 months passed and Hayliel had grown immensely with the king’s baby. It hung underneath her and swung with each of the king’s thrusts. It only restrained its swing when it decided to contract. Hayliel could have the king’s heir any day now and she still craved the pleasure of a cock. She gripped the sheets as the contraction intensified. Her back bowled out and her belly grazed the bed. The pain in both was insufferable, but the pleasure in pussy made it all the better. 

Sometimes she felt ashamed of this. Her family and friends would turn in their unmarked graves if they saw her from the afterlife. But she did what she had to survive. To cope with her situation. They’d understand. 

Hayliel suddenly felt Farna’s dick grow stiffer. His grunting was becoming even more audible as well. Hayliel buried her face into the winter pelt covers as she felt the an orgasm build over the still persistent contraction in her stomach and back. Her voice rose to out pitch Farna’s. Her pussy clenched his cock as she came first. The tightening was enough to push Farna over the edge as well and he began spilling his cum into her with a few thrusts of finality. 

After he was sure he’d released everything, he fell to Hayliel’s side on his half of the bed. Hayliel awkwardly slid onto her side with her back towards him. At this stage of pregnancy, everything made her exhausted. So this was how every other night ended. With her drifting asleep and Farna leaving the mark of his body on the bed. 

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When she awoke, Farna had one large arm wrapped around Hayliel’s overtaxed girth, a slightly strong contraction hardening its surface. This was more comfortable than he was supposed to be around her. They were only lovers. He didn’t deserve to touch her like they were married. 

“I need you to leave…” Hayliel groaned. 

“I couldn’t possibly while your like th-” 

“I don’t care. We’re only lovers in bed…nowhere else, i’ll do it alone.” Hayliel responded coldly. Throughout the months of fucking, Hayliel had not once accepted Farna as someone she loved. She never forgot what he did to her people, but he fulfilled a primal desire within her. 

Farna was silent for a moment. “…fine, I will not allow you to die however.” Farna clamped a bracelet onto her wrist. "This is a magic bracelet that will let me know if you or the child are in danger. I’ll be only a few floors down.” Farna got out of the covers and dressed back into his regal garbs. 

An intense pressure forced itself on Hayliels pelvis as she saw him leave. For a second she considered asking him to stay but she kept her lips shut as the contraction passed through her tight belly. 

She laid in the bed a while longer, cradling the underside of her strained dome until it became unbearably uncomfortable. Hayliel groaned as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. The smooth belly settled in between her legs. A dark line split down the middle of the stretched sphere, her belly button tented out like a pimple. Hayliel didn’t bother redressing after last night’s events and just let her milk filled breasts hang out in the cold air. Large kicks started pressing against the top and center of her belly. 

That was reassuring to her, the child was in position. She’d been in labor throughout the day before the sex last night. Hayliel reached an arm around her fecund mound and fit her fingers up her wet slit. 

“Feels so open and still no wa-OOOH.” Hayliel was cut off by a sudden gush fluid spraying out of her. “Well there…we…goooaaaah.” Hayliel moaned as the huge head started to grind into her pelvis without the cushion of water. 

Hayliel breathed through contraction after contraction laying on the fur covered bed, walking around the room, rotating her hips; anything to relieve the pain. Her belly dropped lower in her hands as the baby became more engaged in her hips. Her ever widening gait made her walk awkwardly and drip fluid from her pussy with every shift. Hayliel thought the pressure would never end until she suddenly felt something shift downwards.  

Hayliel didn’t have to check to feel the ball like head start to descend into her canal. The room was filled with pained moans as a vice gripped her strained stomach and pains lanced through her back. It was so big. So big that it felt like she could barely shift her hips. She could feel the head stretch her insides out to their limit.

“Please, baby, please come soon…oh..oh. oooooAAAAGGH,” Hayliels knees buckled as she pushed with the contraction and the head forced itself further into her canal and toward its exit. Hayliel scrunched her face trying to grit through it. 

Hayliel labored for another hour more until she finally felt the head start to spread the lips of her labia. Hayliel was spent by this point. Sweat matted her normally glossy blond hair, her belly was red and quivering constantly with effort. Even her breathing was becoming ragged with each effort to expel the huge baby. Hayliel couldn’t muster up the energy to stand or squat anymore and was just lent up against the front of the bed frame.

“Please, baby, your mom needs you to cooperate.” Hayliel said breathless as another steel vice snaked its way around her swollen abdomen. She tiredly put her arms under her spread open thighs and pulled them toward her chest and gave a full push. A burning sensation began to form around the ring of her stretching vagina. Hayliel hissed out a sharp breath as the burn increased in intensity, the skin reaching its capacity to stretch. But, Hayliel didn’t relent. For what felt like hours, she bore down on the huge head of the baby. The burn had branded itself onto her crotch, the baby only slightly moving in and out in time with her pushes and resting. 

Hayliel was beyond exhausted, but she continued even further. Against her better judgement, she bore down for an entirety of a contraction. Five minutes. For five minutes she continuously pushed until finally, with a gush of fluid, Hayliel felt the skin of her crotch of rubber band over the huge head. Hayliel desperately gulped in air as the pressure and contraction released and reached over her still sizable dome to check for a cord. Finding that the way was clear, Hayliel let out a sigh of relief. It only took a second for another contraction barreled through her and the huge shoulders started to pull her open once more. Hayliel shrieked loudly as the burn intensified far beyond what was done before. She felt a sharp sting and warm liquid start to leak around her pussy. The bracelet that Farna had given her started to give off a faint glow and under her screams were the heavy footsteps of those waiting for the birth below.  

Hayliel screamed even louder, the sound echoing through the entirety of the tower. Hayliel grit her teeth as she could feel the slight beginning of a tear in her labia, but again, she persisted to get the first of many out of her. Then with the buck of her hips and with a flood of fluid and blood, the shoulders popped out of her hole. Hayliel quickly picked up the babe and brought it to her chest and hugged it tightly. It started to wail and coo at the touch of it’s mothers skin. 

“Look at you already making noise…” she smiled tiredly at the crying infant, the only thing she really loved with all her heart now.  

King Farna barged through the door with his entourage to see Hayliel’s disheveled yet still beautiful figure in front of the bed of where he first took her. A doctor hustled past him to attend to his heir bearer and child and his guards who had followed shouted congratulations. Hayliel’s tired vision could see Farna’s smile. 

Hayliel knew her life would be an endless cycle of gestation and pleasure. But, she didn’t exactly mind the thought of it.