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By allowing my 10-year-old second-born son to use my womb as a condom, I had merely wanted to help my heir, a major secret kept from the queen, with his daily sexual urges. The young prince's sperm successfully fertilized my eggs after three years of assistance, and at the age of 13, just before he turned 13, I became pregnant with triplets. I was going to soon give birth to my own grandchildren, which my son, the prince, had fathered.
Because of my pregnancy, even though she had refrained from raping me that night to create a child for she was fatigued, the queen, my wife, discovered the sexual interaction between our son and I. She ordered us to produce many offspring and future heirs every three years, and if our son failed to impregnate me within four days after his birthday, he would be starved until he could.
My son, the prince, started to think of me, his biological father, as his sexual partner and the mother of his children, in addition to being the King Consort. When the queen became ill, she gave our son and I orders to have more children every year until she passed away.
My eldest son was made king after my wife passed away. I—the former royal consort, his father—decided to congratulate my son, the newly crowned king, using my fertile and active womb. The young monarch was overjoyed and gratefully accepted my gift. We then participated in monthly reproduction, which pleased both of us. Our progeny were carried and born by I, his father, the former monarch. My son, the king, was already inside of me before my due date, feeding my womb's hunger and causing it to grow very large. The younger king, my son had obviously planned to get me, who had just given birth, pregnant once more as my son and I continued to breed.