Chapter 38: Maternity

It was a long and boring time for Maryam as she waited for the birth of her son, the Crown Prince to be. The Emir did not call for her during the first three months of the pregnancy on medical advice and then he treated her like a piece of rare porcelain until her pregnancy really started to show. After that he never called her again, as the bulky, and it has to be said, bad tempered brood mare she had become did not appeal to him. With over fifty other women in his harem he was not short of alternatives.

The Emir visited when the little prince was three days old and his mother was breast feeding him. He watched this process with some interest and not a little pride.

"You know," he said, "Some of my predecessors used to keep women in milk just so that they could have it to drink themselves."

"Would you like to try it?" asked Maryam, quietly.

"Oh, I couldn't deprive the little Crown Prince to be," the Emir said gravely, "Anyway, have you decided on a name for him yet?"

This threw Maryam completely; she had been waiting for the Emir to tell her what her son's name would be. It had never for one moment crossed her mind that she would have any say in the matter.

"What would my Master wish?" she asked carefully.

"Well, how would you like 'Mustapha'?" he asked.

"If my Master wishes," she said, suppressing a shudder at the outstanding memory of General Mustapha that she had, which was the incredible pain of her defloration.

"After all a man of that name had a large influence on your life. More than most fathers, I would guess," continued the Emir, "And he shall have the western name 'Peter'. As my son he is, of course, a Prince. You, my dear are now the Princess Maryam."

Maryam was still brooding on the implications of naming her son for the General, and failed to notice her elevation to the highest rank a woman can hold.

Changing the subject she said, "If my Master wishes, I have plenty of milk; far more than ... Prince Mustapha needs. Some is taken and given away each day so that I only have fresh in my breasts."

Kissing her gently on the cheek, the Emir dipped his head and found her nipple. It was only a little painful when his teeth nipped her slightly, and he was able to sample breast milk for the first time in well over twenty years. He was not much impressed and never asked again, though Maryam would happily have let him have as much as he wanted, for she supposed that suckling him would attach his affections more firmly to her. For the Emir, it only reminded him of his mother. If truth be told he was getting bored with Maryam now that she had given him a son.

After he had left the nurses came to take Prince Mustapha to the nursery to sleep and it was then, when one of them made obeisance and asked, "Does the Princess wish for anything else?" that she remembered the Emir's words casually raising her to royal status.

It was twelve days after the birth that the medical team discretely told the Chief Eunuch that she would now be able to resume her bedroom duties, if required. He told the Emir and was, in turn, told to wait another week and then send her in the afternoon. Until then he would continue to visit his son, and hence her, every day. Nobody thought to mention this to Maryam, so it was a complete surprise when she found herself being prepared for the Emir's bed after the two o'clock feed one afternoon.

It was not a success. He was too solicitous of her to let himself go and so did not enjoy it as much as he had hoped. She, for her part, was worried about the effect on the baby, and of the chance of becoming pregnant again.

After a few more weeks, when things had settled down and Princess Maryam had established herself firmly as the boss hen in the harem, she let him know that she really would like to be invited into his bedroom when he visited his son, the little Prince Mustapha. A couple of nights later she was called and they resumed a sensual and erotic relationship, though if truth be told, he found her a little bossy. Thereafter she was called from time to time, perhaps not as often as she wished, but when she was in his bed he used her cunt quite freely and made no attempt to avoid impregnating her again.