Mother-Daughter Pregnancy Battle (1)

Alexandria's birth mother, Philia, carried herself with an entirely different air from her daughter.

Where the girl had cool, feline eyes that lent her a haughty look, Philia had the open, puppyish features of someone endlessly eager to please. That was putting the most generous possible spin on it, of course.

"Philia!"

"Yes, I'll be right there, Master!"

A palace maid so innocent she crossed the line into naive. She was already the type who got used and discarded without a fight — and her striking beauty only made it worse. Alexander the Conqueror took one look and saw a female who would be easy to fuck and throw away.

"Philia, I just got back from war and I'm exhausted."

"Don't you worry, Great King. This girl can work the knots right out of your muscles."

"Then come to my bedchamber tonight. Bathe yourself thoroughly before you arrive."

"Would a palace maid who attends Your Majesty's sacred body dare to be unclean? Of course I'll wash every last inch!"

"Wash every last inch, you say… Good. I've decided on you, Philia."

You smell especially nice today, he murmured.

Philia, who had truly climbed onto Alexander's bed intending only to give him a massage, conceived an unwanted child that night. Her daughter, Empress Alexandria, was born from that union.

A few days later, Alexander fell in battle, and his only child, Alexandria, inherited the throne. To rise from palace maid to Queen Mother in less than a week… Philia was dazed by a turn of events that felt like something out of a novel.

But success that comes too soon is a poison. It was around then that the trauma began to eat her alive. After all, she could not hide the secret of her daughter's birth forever.

"Dad was really that kind of bastard?!"

"Sweetheart, life never goes the way we plan. Whatever the circumstances… Mommy loves you, Alexandria."

"Khh—that's just too pathetic. The Queen of Macedon, an illegitimate daughter born of rape… that can't be right!!"

The instant her daughter bolted from the room, Philia's head swam.

I understand why Alexandria is like this… but it still hurts.

Perhaps it was the way her heart had been carved to ribbons. Philia's mind began, slowly, to slip its moorings. The days she overreached in a desperate bid for her daughter's recognition piled up one after another.

"Your father loved Mommy! All that whispering the palace maids were doing earlier was nothing but idle rumor, sweetheart!"

"Please just go already. The more I look at your face, the more ashamed I feel!!"

A mother who received that kind of treatment every time she opened her mouth… it was hard to stay sane. Even while she was treated as an honored guest in the palace, her days were wretched, one after the next. Philia sat with the question for a long time, hunting for the root of her unhappiness.

"Ah…!"

It did not take long. The gulf between her wishes and her reality was simply too wide. As a girl she had dreamed of a Great King who would fall for a beautiful palace maid — but the Alexander of reality had been a bastard who used whatever cunt caught his fancy and tossed it aside. And the daughter who ought to have respected her mother only heaped shame and humiliation on her instead. Nothing about this life was the one she had wanted.

Looking at her now… Alexandria's eyes are the spitting image of her father's.

Even gazing at the daughter she loved had become a kind of torment. The child she had carried in her own womb was beautiful, of course — but every time those great catlike eyes met hers, the shame rose up like bile.

"How is a first-timer this tight? Hahh!"

"Nnhhh…! Your Majesty, I-I don't want a baby, ahhhiiik?!"

Humiliating. Mortifying. But there was no rewriting a past already spent. In the end, Philia resolved to rewrite herself instead. Broken as far as a person could break, she began to refuse reality altogether.

Alexandria is the daughter I got pregnant with because I wanted her! She took after me, so she's beautiful, and she took after her father, so she's brilliant at politics…!

There. Change the thought and the girl looks precious again, doesn't she? That was how Philia soothed herself. Hypnotizing her own mind was still cheaper than losing it outright. She simply pushed the trick past any reasonable limit, and that was when it became a problem.

What if what was done to me that night… wasn't a tragedy, but destiny?!

Destiny, destiny, destiny…. A word the ancient Greeks had always been so fond of. Philia thought she finally understood why people went to oracles. It was more comforting, in the end, if everything had already been decided. Then you never had to keep thinking, if only I had…

Amor fati: love your fate. Philia abandoned logic and chose to worship destiny instead.

"The truth is, Mommy… wagged her tail at the Great King because she wanted to have you, Alexandria. You weren't an unwanted baby. You were a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠blessing of fate, you know?"

Of course her daughter did not listen.

"For fuck's sake, Mom, I told you to stop talking about that bastard!!"

That's all right! Then I'll just keep talking until you understand me!

"Alexandria!! The reason Mommy spread her legs that day was all for Macedon! When a woman spreads her legs wide, you can see her pussy, can't you? She took a great man's seed in that pregnancy-hole… and that is how an Empress who would conquer the world was born, you see?!"

It happened to be the day Alexandria returned to the capital after subduing the surrounding city-states. A daughter could be forgiven for taking it the wrong way.

"You really are a pathetic woman, Mom! What's there to brag about, getting eaten after you wagged your tail — and now you're trying to steal credit for my achievements with that garbage? You're saying all my success is just because you passed down good blood?!"

"W-why can't you acknowledge your mother? When the Conqueror's cock pushed inside me I clenched my pussy tight, tight around it and conceived you…"

No. If I had merely been some neighborhood blacksmith's broodmare I would never go this far! But I made you from the seed of Macedon's ruler, so your mother is—

A truly excellent mother!

Philia orated with that much heat, and her daughter walked out of the room without so much as pretending to hear. Well. It was not a strange reaction. Philia had only been babbling because she had gone mad, after all.

Even so, Alexandria could not bring herself to cast her own blood aside completely. Wrestling with a mother who had lost her mind was what finally planted a hatred of men in her, and—

"Hhk. The bastards who did this to Mom… I-I'll castrate every last man in the world!!"

—one day she said something like that, and then she led a great army into Hannamguk. Philia, who took the departure as proof she had been abandoned, only went madder still.

Is Alexandria still… ashamed of me? Is she truly that mortified to be a child born without love? It was a little rough, being taken like that, but the Great King and I both had a wonderful time! Coming together until you feel like you could fly — if that isn't love, then what is?

Why is my daughter ashamed of her own birth? We never held a wedding, that is all. I made this child out of a rape so soaked in love it was practically devotion.

The emptiness drained Philia down to the dregs. But the world was already tilting in her favor. She simply did not know it yet. According to the rumors drifting in from beyond the palace walls, a new wind was blowing through Macedon.

Word had it that a bizarre new religion was beginning to spread through the capital, Pella. The disaster began the day a Hannamism missionary showed up wearing nothing but a deerskin loincloth.

The citizens who heard the sermon clicked their tongues and muttered that the woman could not possibly mean what she was saying… but as Philia listened, her chest swelled. For reasons she could not name, she found herself unable to let the missionary's words slide past.

Maybe I… was a decent mother all along?

According to Hannamism doctrine, she was. In a faith that actively encouraged pregnancy and childbirth, a female was recognized as a "good female" so long as she did not spit out the seed she had received — whether she had made sweet, loving sex or been raped raw. Which meant Philia, who had only done what was natural for a woman, had no reason to drown in shame and guilt—

None! No — in this insane world, I was the only one who was sane!

At last, Philia had seized a chance to fill the hollow place inside her. Even if the palace maids gossiped behind her back, even if the daughter she loved would not acknowledge her—

Lord Cock knows what I sacrificed…!

It was around then that Hannamism temples went up all across Macedon. If not now — while her daughter was away waging a religious war against Hannamguk — when else would she spend ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the gold she had been hoarding on something this useful?

Why throw precious money away on war, sweetheart? You could receive Lord Cock's salvation instead of slaughter!

And then a disaster struck. Enraged citizens of Pella stripped the missionary who had been preaching Hannamism and smeared honey into her rear hole—

A faith that until yesterday had been dismissed as a cult swallowed Macedon overnight. Philia was convinced it was all thanks to the temples she had built, and the citizens converted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠without the faintest idea why. In the space of a breath, the entire world had gone mad. And in that world, the female in the deepest heat was the greatest pussy of all.

Philia was no longer hated. She was revered.

"Citizens! The rumor that Alexandria is the daughter I bore after being raped is the truth!"

The woman who was the Empress's own mother had just officially confirmed the ghost story everyone had only ever whispered. A spectacle no one could have imagined in the old days. But the female faithful gathered in the temple roared loud enough to shake the sky.

"Thank you for personally demonstrating a female's duty!!"

Philia, moved to her core by the first welcome she had ever received — she who had been ignored by her daughter and by her husband(?), both — was reborn that day as the leader of a cult.

"Always keep your pussy washed clean! It is not we females who decide when Lord Cock will slam into our holes, so we must be ready at all times!"

Clap, clap, clap, clap! Once more the applause filled the temple to the rafters. Philia, who had begun to taste power, even considered snatching the throne from her insolent daughter. She still loved the girl… but it was also true that a great deal had piled up between them.

But then the real thing appeared in Pella. Alexandria, defeated in the religious war, entered the capital stark naked — and walking right behind her, fondling her ass as he went, was a man.

"Ahh…!"

A face that resembled the Hannam described in the holy book, the Hannam Scripture. Philia was suddenly ashamed of herself for having coveted the throne.

Of course Macedon should be ruled by a magnificent Lord Cock like that, shouldn't it?

She was already a fervent Hannamism believer. According to doctrine, a pussy existed to bear children, and all the important affairs of the nation were to be entrusted to a man who was qualified — and here, right on cue, such a conqueror had arrived. There was no time to hesitate! As if spellbound, Philia resolved to hand him every scrap of power she had.

"Ah. So Alexandria came out of your pussy?"

Han Min-guk, having seized the palace, tossed out even a question that rude. Philia did not complain. She only nodded with great enthusiasm — because this entire war had been the fault of her insolent little bitch of a daughter. At least in her mother's eyes, Alexandria had earned a humiliation like that.

"I am so sorry, Lord Cock… my body was so lewd I ended up pregnant with a child like that—"

"—It's true a lot of people died because of Alexandria. Hmm… you need to atone too, don't you?"

Atone? That much was obvious. The crime of starting the war belonged to Alexandria, yes — but Philia had carried that insolent daughter in her womb for nine whole months, and that was a sin of no small size.

"I'll atone, Lord Cock, I swear! If you would only tell me how…"

Han Min-guk put her off, saying internal affairs came first — but he also made no move to pull the kneeling woman back to her feet. He loved virgins, it was true, but he was hardly going to turn down a ripe milf pussy either. The promise of a chance to atone had not been empty talk.

A few days later, having finished the reconstruction of Pella, Han Min-guk summoned Philia to his bedchamber and stripped her clothes away—

"Schlrrp…! Haaahn ♥ Please dump a load of grace all over my face, Lord Cock ♥"

—and while she was diligently licking his balls, he invited her daughter as well.

"T-today I'm really going to get creampied— huh? Mom…?"

"Mmwah—! Haaah…. Did our pretty baby come? Mommy's about to get raped by a magnificent cock again, and that is a wonderful thing for a female, so now my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠daughter should be proud of her mommy too, haaahn ♥"

A defeated mother and a defeated daughter, reunited for the first time since the religious war began. Han Min-guk decided to give them both a chance to atone.

"Philia."

"Yes, Lord Cock ♥ Just say the word."

"Think you can get pregnant better than your daughter? If I cum in your pussy, you confident you can smoothly birth a better daughter than Alexandria?"

Squelch. He asked the question while prodding Philia's pussy with the head of his cock. Squelch. Beside them, he shoved his fingers into Alexandria's hole as she held a cat-pose on all fours.

A female, after all, is a creature that wags its tail before a strong male.

"Hiiik?! Master, please give me a chance to atone — the war was all my fault, so I want to repent with Alexandria's p-pussy!"

"If I hadn't given birth to such an insolent, arrogant daughter in the first place, there would have been no war… nnh! This mother wants to apologize in her daughter's place… with her dripping wet pussy, Lord Cooock ♥"

And so the curtain rose on a mother and daughter's pregnancy battle.