Chapter 3
He’d taken her on every surface of the bedroom, living quarters, and shop, but on the twelfth day after their deal was struck, Molly’s monthly courses arrived.
She’d paused while working, a look of stricken horror on her face, and she ran for the living quarters upstairs. Bonnie had been offering fashion advice to a young blade, and quickly followed her up to the bedroom.
He held her, smoothed her hair, applied compresses, and slept beside her as the pressure and years of grief at her unrealized hopes of motherhood reduced her to staring at the wall.
Drastic action was needed. They had no time to waste.
“Molly, look at me, darling, I’m going to fix this,” he said.
“We tried,” she said. “Thank you, truly. I won’t hold you to an unfair agreement.”
“You’re not holding me to anything I’m not fully committed to,” he said, feeling determined to do something that wasn’t whoring for the first time in his life.
“I’m the problem,” she said. “If I’d have married Henry VIII, he’d have sent me to the blade by now. I suppose that’s one reason to enjoy living in modern times: no execution for infertility.”
“We haven’t tried everything,” said Bonnie, wiggling her limp arm.
“Over the past two weeks, I really think we did,” she said.
“And did I ever enjoy it,” said Bonnie. “But we haven’t called in an ace.”
“I hardly think cards will be the solution to my woes,” she said.
“Our woes. And I mean a stud. A man who is known to produce babies without fail,” he said.
“Such men exist?” she asked.
“Darling, when dynasties and fortunes hinge on producing babies, there’s always a secret solution,” he said.
“If this man is fathering half of the ton’s babies, what happens when they all marry each other?” she asked in dawning horror.
“He’s very selective, and we aristocrats are inbred anyway,” said Bonnie. “Besides, our child won’t be looking so high when they go to marry.”
“So the stud would…”
“He would come to the shop, we would enjoy a nice meal, and he would — ideally — impregnate you,” said Bonnie.
“I’m sure he has a fee,” said Molly.
“Leave that concern to me,” said Bonnie.
“You wouldn’t leave me alone with him, would you? You’d be with me to make sure I fared well?” she asked, her eyes filling with tears.
“I’ll hold you through the whole ordeal, my darling,” he said, pressing their cheeks together. “It will be as though I’m right there inside of you myself.”
***
The night Lord Edward Stone was set to visit proved to be foggy and damp.
Molly sat by the window, anxiously awaiting the sight of his carriage.
He was, of course, a patron of Molly’s shop, but he’d usually been attended by an apprentice due to the limits of his pocketbook — which he managed with greater care than did Bonnie.
Bonnie gathered her hair and kissed the nape of her neck. “He’ll likely ride his horse tonight and stable it nearby, where I keep mine,” he said. “Don’t worry, he’s an ace in every way.”
Lord Edward arrived, as promised, in time for dinner.
He was a well-formed man of tall-to-middling height, hazel eyes, pleasing but unremarkable features, and brownish hair that seemed to have neutral or red tones depending on the light.
In short, he was about as perfect a specimen for discreet extramarital breeding as it could be possible to procure in 1816.
Molly had never been so nervous in her life. The capon turned to ash in her mouth and she fretted about the state of her linens compared to those he must see when visiting ladies of the ton.
Finally, it was time for bed. They all made a great show of going to their respective bedrooms, Bonnie and Lord Edward taking the two guest rooms.
After the house quieted, Molly’s bedroom door opened and the two gentlemen entered.
They were both wearing dressing gowns, thank goodness, at least she was spared the awkwardness of watching them peel off their inexpressibles and garters in the bedroom that was well-lit according to Lord Edward’s specifications.
Bonnie flopped onto the bed beside Molly, as he so often did now.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“My stomach is fluttery,” she said, covering her mouth.
Bonnie stroked her belly gently and untied the sash at the waist of her own dressing gown.
“May I show you to Lord Edward?” he asked.
She nodded her assent and he flipped the gown open.
“So how does this work?” she asked. “Bonnie will be nearby and then you’ll…”
“Madam, if you’ll permit me to first examine you to ensure that today is the best day for our activities?” he asked.
“Certainly,” said Molly, surprised yet reassured by his professional demeanor.
Lord Edward sat beside Molly on the bed and ran his hand up her thigh until it reached the apex. She shifted her legs apart, loathe to make the man prompt her when they both knew the object of tonight’s meeting.
He gently opened her labia, petting it as if admiring a flower. Bonnie watched, his attention rapt.
“If you might permit me to assess the status of your vaginal canal?” Lord Edward asked.
She opened her legs wider and said, “Yes, most certainly.”
He gently penetrated her vagina with a single finger, feeling in all directions.
“Slick, that’s good,” he said quietly. He inserted a second finger, then removed them to study the viscous liquid collected from inside of her. He took a small taste of the fluid.
“This is a prime night for breeding,” he said. “You’re ready to receive my seed and the path to the womb is unblocked. Shall we proceed?”
“Do you feel prepared, darling?” asked Bonnie, stroking the underside of her breast in a comforting manner.
“Yes, just stay with me,” she said, looking up at him for reassurance. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, and by the time they broke apart, Lord Edward was positioned — his cock erect — between her open legs.
He was slightly thicker and longer than Bonnie, but still elegantly formed and not presenting a challenge to accept into her body.
Lord Edward waited for her nod and then slid into her vagina without fanfare. He was efficient. She opened to him and the proceedings felt pleasurable, but nothing like the ecstatic release she’d experienced with Bonnie.
“You’ll have the best odds of a baby if our mother-to-be achieves release,” said Lord Edward. “Perhaps papa would like to stimulate her?”
“Would I ever,” said Bonnie, immediately bringing his fingers to her clitoris, where they toyed with her straining bud.
Molly’s chest heaved as she attempted to find her climax.
“Shh,” said Bonnie, “let it happen, don’t rush.”
“I need you,” she said, tears in her eyes. “I’m so terrified that this won’t work and I need to feel you inside of me.”
“It’s going to work,” he said, kissing her temple while continuing to stroke her pussy.
“Should the lady find that having her husband involved would produce the best result, an alternate plan can be arranged,” said Lord Edward, his tone professional as ever. “It would require the assent of both parties.”
Bonnie turned in amazement. “You mean—”
“Provided that the vaginal canal accepts two members, I see no downside to attempting it,” said Lord Edward. “I have first-hand knowledge that it has been done in the best households for this very purpose.”
“You mean…I could be bred by both of you at the same time?” asked Molly. “Wouldn’t that break it?”
Lord Edward withdrew his cock from Molly and used his thumbs to assess her vagina. “I’d need to prepare you further,” he said, “but I have every reason to believe it is possible. Do you have oil?”
Bonnie hopped off the bed and grabbed his cane, Reynard, and withdrew the vial.
“I swear that fox is going to be the death of me,” groaned Molly.
“That fox only wants you to come,” said Bonnie good naturedly.
Lord Edward was soon four fingers deep in Molly’s cunt, working her closer and closer to an orgasm. “I think I’m going to burst,” she said, bearing down to hold in what felt like urine while rubbing her own nipples distractedly.
Bonnie sat at the end of the bed, his eyes hungrily watching as his lover’s cunt was expertly stretched around Lord Edward’s fingers.
“Do you think that she can handle the two of us?” asked Bonnie.
“Most assuredly,” said Lord Edward. “Before long she’ll deliver a baby here.”
Bonnie gripped his cock at the base to contain his orgasm. “How should we…?”
“You should face each other,” said Lord Edward. “Reassure her when the stretch becomes difficult. Talk her through the breeding. You on your back, she can mount you, and I’ll insert myself once you’re settled in.”
Bonnie settled on the bed, holding his cock while watching Molly make her way to him dazedly with Lord Edward’s help. She straddled his pelvis and allowed him to feed his rock-solid cock into her pussy.
“God that’s wet,” he groaned. “How do you feel?”
“About to burst,” she said, flashing a smile for the first time all day.
“Come here,” he said, extending his arms so she could fold into his embrace.
“My heart is full,” she said, pressing her lips to his temple.
“That’s not going to be the only thing that’s full.
You understand what’s going to happen? Lord Edward is going to insert himself here,” he said, reaching around to feel her stretched perineum and inserting a finger alongside his cock.
“He’s going to slide in and we’ll let him control the movement. ”
“And you both will breed me,” she affirmed, a look of immense satisfaction on her face.
“And we both will breed you,” he echoed, gently thrusting his finger before removing it.
“Shall we proceed?” asked Lord Edward, as if inquiring whether they were ready to walk to a nearby picnic ground.
“Yes,” said Bonnie and Molly together.
“Madam, if you could just attempt to relax as I insert myself alongside your husband,” said Lord Edward.
“Oh, he’s not my—”
Bonnie swooped in for a luxuriant kiss to steal her words as Lord Edward fitted himself alongside Bonnie’s cock in her opening. He moved inside slowly, stretching Molly’s vagina.