Chapter Eight #2
Everyone thought Lumi had signed a contract of his own free will.
Since he was used to doing whatever to survive, he didn't complain when he was occasionally taken around the Castle on a lead. Honestly, he didn’t care that he was kept leashed like an animal and treated like a pet.
No one spoke to him, and he simply did as he was told.
Getting to leave the room for an hour or two didn’t make him happy or miserable.
It was just another thing he had to do because Tivar said so.
It was easier to not care, and it wasn't like being in King Elswere's court. Nobody touched him, clothing wasn’t permitted, and he hadn’t gone outside.
Everyone clearly believed he’d agreed to be kept nude, collared, and silent, and Tivar wouldn’t be the first man to have a pleasure slave who was kept naked at all times.
Some people who signed up for that sort of work enjoyed nudity at all times because the humiliation got them off.
The court was a bit more on the reserved side unlike Elswere’s. Some didn’t seem to like the idea of a naked pleasure slave, but they didn’t dare complain to the King about it.
With the lie explaining his presence, he could have proper meals instead of things that required absolutely no cooking like before.
They still weren't very grand, but it was better than the bland food that had kept him alive for years before he went to Elswere’s court.
He noticed the meals seemed to grow a little bigger a couple of weeks after he told Tivar he was pregnant.
Tivar must have told the servants to add more food to his plate.
Lumi didn’t complain since he’d been hungry lately. He couldn’t tell whether it was a symptom or because Tivar hadn't been allowing him to eat quite as much as he’d gotten used to at court.
His nipples grew quite sensitive after another couple of weeks, and Tivar enjoyed making him flinch with surprise flicks and pinches.
“I prefer you thin, but I think you’re a bit too skinny for a baby.” Tivar stroked his waist one night. “Make sure you eat everything on your plate. I want my heir to be fat and healthy.”
Lumi pushed the heat, rolled toward him, and grasped his cock. Being eager was always safer. “I will.”
“We won’t play rough, okay? No caning or whipping. I won’t fuck you too hard either. I know you’re a slut for pain, but the baby comes first now. Don’t worry, I’ll still give you this because I know you want it so badly.” He jabbed Lumi with his erection. “Lay on your back.”
While Lumi stared at the dark skylight above that night, he tried to imagine it was Jaki on him and in his ass. Then again, Jaki would likely be more creative when it came to sex.
Tivar nearly always wanted the same thing.
If he wanted to whip or cane Lumi, he usually had to lie on his stomach.
During intercourse, he typically had to lie on his back with his legs spread and up to allow Tivar access since it was his preferred position.
Jaki probably would have fucked him in all kinds of ways if they’d done it more than once.
Many cat fairies or ones with fangs liked biting the neck area during sex to mark their mate, but Tivar didn’t. Lumi remembered Jaki’s bite on the back of his neck and wished he could have that from him again too.
Once he started to show at about three months, he knew he wouldn’t be allowed out of the bedroom anymore even though the curve was so slight, it might have been nothing.
He’d be cuffed to the bed all day long like before because if anyone guessed he was with child, everyone would wonder why the hell the King had agreed to take an abundant male and fucked him without precautions.
Whores aren’t supposed to be pregnant even if their work can lead to such a condition.
He didn’t know what excuse Tivar used for his sudden absence, and he didn’t care.
The new bulge on his tummy was slight but noticeable on his thin frame, and he imagined the little life inside.
Since he’d convinced himself it was Jaki’s baby, and not Tivar’s, he wondered what he or she would be like later on.
Lumi didn’t feel so lonely in the room. Tivar was proud of his coming baby, so Lumi was permitted new books to read as a reward, and all of the old ones were put in his bedside drawer too.
He lost himself in the fake freedom of stories and things he could never have while he imagined Jaki’s child growing in him.
For the moment, the baby was all his, and he liked reading while he kept a hand on his stomach. After a week, he wanted to do something useful for his baby. Since Tivar had been in a good mood, he decided to ask.
“I was wondering if I could have yarn,” Lumi said that evening when Tivar came from the privy room with his hair damp from his bath. “I want to knit things for our son. Blankets and stuff like that.”
Tivar rubbed his short hair with the drying sheet and headed toward the fire. “I could buy whatever he needs.”
“It’s more special if it’s made. I think our son deserves that.”
“I suppose so.” Tivar turned so the fire could help dry his tail a little. “Do you even know how to knit?”
Lumi flushed, leaned back against the pillows, and fiddled with the end of his own tail. “Um, not really. If I had a book on it, I could learn.”
“All right. You better learn to do it well. I’m not wrapping our son in lopsided, lumpy blankets like a peasant child.”
“And…”
“What?”
Lumi decided to go for it since Tivar had agreed to let him have long, pointy metal objects. “When our son is born, can I see him even when he’s older? He’ll be our child, so…”
“Of course, you can.” Tivar approached the bed to climb on.
“A wet nurse can do the job, but the baby should be fed at your chest. I think that’s always best as long as you make enough milk.
You can change his nappies and rock him.
I think you should feed him for at least two years to ensure he’s strong and healthy.
When he’s older, you can still see him. I won’t be able to have him with me at all times, and I don’t see how I can trust my heir with a nanny who only does the job for pay. ”
Lumi’s tense muscles eased. Thank Elira.
He could have the child he’d made with Jaki to himself a lot.
Maybe Tivar would finally allow him clothes and to be unchained when the child was older.
If he could have access to the sitting room or at least have the freedom to move about the bedroom, the child wouldn’t be asking why he was chained up.
He wouldn’t dare mention being unchained now because Tivar would likely think he meant to escape even though Lumi never imagined getting away. Where would he go? How would he survive?
“Two parents are best for a baby,” said Tivar. “See? I always know what to do.”
“You do.”
“Besides, I want more children off of you.” Tivar rubbed Lumi’s stomach. “Now that you’ve got one coming, maybe it-I don’t know. Maybe it’ll fix things or whatever in there, and you can have a lot more.”
Lumi was pretty sure it didn’t work like that. “A King should have several sons.”
“An heir and spares.” Tivar stood and gave his hair and ears another good rubbing with the drying sheet. “You can watch them all because I can’t have a bunch of children tagging along and running around me all day.”
Mother had never employed a nanny or believed in strangers raising a woman’s children. She also hadn't complained about them running around. Lumi didn’t mention her. He was sure Tivar had found a way to murder her, and he’d never know where her body was. Her horse hadn’t thrown her by accident.
Tivar never mentioned Mother anymore either. Lumi tried not to think about her and the last time he'd seen her because it hurt. Perhaps Tivar didn’t speak of Mother because she hadn’t mattered much after all, and in the end, she’d simply been a nuisance to remove.
Being King was what he cared about.
“I’ll get the cuffs, and you can suck me off in front of the fire,” said Tivar.
He didn’t forget that knitting required needles, and he wasn’t about to let Lumi have anything sharp without a warning.
He probably thought Lumi would snap one night and drive them into his neck or ear while he slept.
When the items were placed on the bed one morning, Tivar grabbed Lumi by the hair and bent his head back so far, his neck protested in pain.
“When I come in here, both needles are to be placed on the bedside table,” he said with a warning note in his voice.
“Don’t try to hide one and say you lost it.
If you disobey me, I’ll wait until after you have the baby, and then, I’ll cane your ass bloody and let you recover naturally. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” Lumi managed to get out. For punishment beatings, Tivar wasn’t kidding about drawing blood. Lumi might even get locked in the closet again.
Tivar released his hair and flicked one of his ears. “You better be grateful I let you have so much.”
“I am. Thank you.”
Once Tivar left, it was just Lumi, a sore spot on his scalp, his baby, a book on knitting techniques, two shiny needles, and a whole bag filled with skeins of soft yarn in different colors.
Lumi had enough slack in the chain, and he sat cross-legged in the center of the bed with the book open by his leg.
He only got up to pee in the chamber pot by the side.
He always had a large, wooden cup of water on his bedside table with a wooden pitcher, and he didn’t think he drank extra, but he’d been pissing a lot.
Fortunately, he seemed to have skipped the dreaded morning sickness.