In the 3rd Rock, tucked away in one of its quiet corners far from the bustling main circle, stood a hotel marked by pointed spires branching from its central frame and rows of round windows glinting in the light. At the top floor, within one of those narrow spired points, beside a trembling window, sat a beautiful, mature woman in her thirties.
A white hooded shawl is draped loosely over her head and shoulders, fluttering violently in the cold wind. The fabric catches on her hair, twisting around her face like a restless ghost. She wears a white cropped wrap top, layered softly around her bust and shoulders, slightly loose trousers, and thin white straps around her hands—hands that tremble as they rest upon her lap.
She sat on the pointed structure, gazing into a small glass set at her diagonal—its surface faintly cracked down the middle. The reflection trembled with each flicker of light, and her eyes, red at the edges, seemed to search for something within the glass that wasn't there. Her lips parted, releasing a fragile hum—a lullaby too soft to be heard over the storm outside.
Hush, my darling, don't you fade,
The night is long, and I'm afraid.
Your breath is thin, the hours lie—
Don't leave me where the childless cry.
Her voice breaks, barely holding its melody. She presses her fingers to her mouth as if to keep the rest of her heart from spilling out.
Slowly she sings again, her tone fragile, trembling in the wind.
Hush, my baby, stars don't cry,
But I do when they pass by.
If love could trade, I'd bleed it dry—
Just don't let me be childless, why?
Her hand lifts, reaching into the empty air—as though something invisible lingers there. Her fingers curl and uncurl, desperate to grasp what she once held.
The walls still hum your little tune,
Your toys still dream beneath the moon.
I pray to gods I once denied—
Don't make me live where mothers die.
Her eyes close. A tear slides down her cheek, tracing a pale path to her lips. She closes her fist around nothing, clutching the emptiness and drawing it to her chest as if it were a heartbeat.
Hush, my baby, stars don't cry,
But I do when they pass by.
If angels come, I'll tell them lie—
You're sleeping still, not said goodbye.
Her shoulders shake. The wind outside howls through the cracks in the stone, lifting the edges of her shawl like wings too broken to fly. Slowly, she folds in on herself—her forehead resting against her knees, her body small against the vast, night sky.
Hush, my baby... hush, don't cry...
A mother breaks, but won't comply.
The stars look down — they don't reply...
And I am left... the childless sky.
For a long minute, there was no sound—only the whisper of the wind, fluttering through the window and brushing past her shawl. The world outside kept spinning, but inside that her lonely heart, time stood still—and the silence itself felt like mourning.
"That's a painful song," said a man standing in a room beside the pointy structure looking at her back as she sang.
She brought her head up from the side of her arms and knees and looked at him, who was looking at her with his dead fish-like eyes, and said, "You were going on for so long, so I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander," she said to the dead fish-eyed man.
He looked behind him and saw his wife in a mess as she covered her body with a blanket, but her slightly chubby thighs were peeking out.
"So when are you going to start?" he asked the white-hooded woman.
"Hmm, soon enough. You have to kidnap a guy, so be ready. I will give you details," she said casually.
"Why not today since most of the forces are already busy?" he asked in doubt.
"Because I don't like too much attention. A relaxing mind is the best," she said while stretching her hands up, showing her mature figure.
"Kyra, what if someone gets hurt?" Dead fish eye asked in contemplation.
"Hmmm, then let it be, she said while biting her lips in frustration. We have to look for ourselves. No one thinks about others. For my child, I could do anything. Are you not?" she said while looking at the woman in bed, who clearly twitched.
She sighed and continued, "At least I have a child for whom I can fight the whole world, but she..." The white-hooded woman stopped saying anything more.
He glanced back and sighed. "Hmm, ahmm, tell me the details afterwards!" With her talk finished, she jumped and let her long shawl get converted to a short parachute as she glided away in the starry sky.
Dead fish-eyed guy walked and put his hand inside the blanket and held her slightly chubby belly and rolled her over. He saw her face, which was clearly crying a lot. "Hey, Evangeline Wilson, my beautiful wife, don't cry," he said as he brought her hand out from her face and slide her long purple hair to the side.
With a loud sobbing voice, she said, "I... I... sobb, sobb, I don't want any mother here to lose her child. I can't afford such sin. I don't want to do it. Let's go back, honey." She touched her husband's chest.
"Nothing will happen. We will just do a slight malfunction, and our job is done. That Crown from the Empire of Echor promised us to give us what we always wanted."
She pressed her lips together, but the sound escaped anyway—small and trembling. "No... No, no." Her last "No" was clearly louder. "You also know those Crowns will never fulfill their promise." She was taking a deep breath, her heart racing. Seeing this, fish eye touched her cheeks, trying to calm her down. "It's okay. We have to try. There is no other way," he said, his eyes also showing lots of sadness.
Evangeline, seeing this, couldn't control her pain and started bawling hard, her naked body trembling in sadness and pain. She, with her heartbeat rising high, said with lots of trouble, "You already know nothing will happeeennnnn."
"Seeing those kids today, I thought if just if..." she started crying, bringing her hand to her eyes. "If I had any child, he or she would have been half their age." Her chest went up and down. She clenched her teeth, getting angrier now. She got up, pushing her husband to sit, naked in front of her. In a scary, sad face, her eyes red, her purple hair messy, she started yelling while crying, "You know that it's myyyyy faulttttt. You clearly knowww." She, even in her anger, gently touched his big dick. "See thissss, see thiiss... thiiss is perfect, you don't have any problem." She kneeled her head down, still holding onto his penis. "It's myyy faultttt. Everything is my faulttttt. Your huge amount of sperm—I could feel it in my belly surging, making my womb warm,, but, buttt, soobbbb soobbb… but I, I... aaaaaaaaahhhhhh, aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh." She used her hand now to slap the bed in anger, clutching the bed sheet tightly.
Fish eye woke up from his sadness and held her shoulders and brought her up, face to face. He said in a loud and clear voice, "Noo, it's not your faulttt. It's not anyone's fault, so don't blame yourself." Even his eyes now started to get wet.
Evangeline, with her red eyes, seeing her husband cry, got more broken inside. "I know, you should find another woman. Go, get out of here. Leave me alone, goooo."
Fish eye, hearing this, said, "Don't say nonsense," clearly angry and sad at the same time.
"Just go. You deserve better. At least you can have a child. Go away, go aaawwwwaaayyyy, goo, aww... aaa, what are you doing?"
Seeing his wife like this, he pushed her down. He kissed her forcefully. "mmm, mmm, no, no." She hit his shoulders, barely pushed him away. "I don't want you. Goo away, pleaseeee," she begged, crying.
He didn't stop. He brought his cock near her vagina, trying to put it inside her. "No, no, nooooo,,don't waste your precious sperm on this piece of junkkk," she said while trying to push him with her hands.
Fish eye took her hands and held them up tightly, holding her down with force. He inserted it. "Aaaa, nooo, please don't do this, aaahhh, aahh, I... I can't give you a child," she said weepingly while getting pounded.
He didn't listen. He thrusted a lot, not giving her a chance to protest. He fucked her hard. Her eyes in tears, she started to sing in a broken voice.
Hush, my baby... hush,.... don't cry...
sobb, sobbb
A mother...,, breaks, but won't comply.
Waaahhh aaahhh!!!
The stars look down... — they don't reply...
sobb soobbb, soobbb
And I am left... the childless sky.
As the song ended, fish eye put his head on her shoulder, clearly sobbing. "I am sorry," he said in a cracked voice. She also hugged his head, sniff, sniifff, mhhhh. He slept beside her, holding her head to his chest and patting her back as they both tried to comfort each other.
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Few hours before, in Princess's room...
"Ughhh, I am tired," said Princess Natalia, sat on the chair rubbing her head with her delicate hand. "I don't want anymore inquiries on my birthday party. Why are there so many people? It's just my birthday," Natalia shouted in frustration, but inside she knew everyone just came to see her fail.
"Princess, you don't have time to relax. The party is going to start soon. As the main focus of the event, you can't be late," said the maid Emmy, standing in proper posture, not showing any sign of tiredness.
"Noooooo, I don't want to movvee now," she dangled her feet in the air in protest.
Just as there was back and forth between both of them, a speedy bluish-golden light came in speed and stopped in front of Princess Natalia.
"Lur! Lur!" a animal shrieked in happiness.
Natalia, completely surprised, and a huge smile came across her. "Lurviii, Lurrvviii, you came to me, hehehe." She grabbed her and gave her a hug. "You were gone for the whole day, Lurvi. I didn't even see you once today, and now you are coming so late at night," Natalia complained in anger while keep feeling her spike-like soft fur as she sat on the table.
"Lur! Luurr! Lur! Lurrr! Lurrr," Lurvi made many noises while jumping around here and there on the table, clearly trying to tell something to the Princess.
"Yes, yes, it looks like you had lots of fun with them." She brought her closer and hugged her once again. "Hmm, I can clearly notice his smell," she said while smiling sweetly. "Even hers." She rolled her eyes clearly not happy.
"Anyways, are they coming to the party, Lurvi?" she asked as if she could answer.
Lurvi just smirked, which somehow irritated her. "What, what, what does that smirk mean, you little devil? Will they not come because so many people are here? Only you are here with me." Her emotions were roller-coastering from anger to sadness to disappointment.
While the princess was in her own world, maid Emmy was staring at that cute little creature. I want to touch it. I want to touch it. That cute little thing, its fur. Kyaaaaaa, I want to pet her. Maid Emmy was also in a happiness ride, and she kept staring at Lurvi in a deadpan expression, not showing her eagerness outside.
She couldn't wait, so she said, "Princess, it's time to get ready. You should go and take a bath."
"Hmmm, finnneeee." She sluggishly got up and slowly vanished into the bathroom.
Maid Emmy turned around slowly and carefully brought her hand to touch Lurvi, who was licking her fur, not bothering Emmy with her advances. As she was about to touch Lurvi, her mind kept yelling, YES! YES! YES! YES! But then suddenly Natalia face peeked from her bathroom door and shouted, "Lurvi, come here! I will give you a wash and let that witch's smell out of you. Come, come, Lurvi."
Lurvi, listening to her calling, immediately flew away, leaving a stunned and sad maid Emmy in shock, her mind now yelling, NO! NO! Nooooooooooo! She wiped her little tears behind her glasses and started arranging the princess's dress, trying to forget her heartbreak.
After coming out from the bath, she felt refreshed. Carrying Lurvi on her arms, she made her spin around and said, "If Zack didn't come today, I am gonna kill him. You understand, Lurvi?" she said while giving her a spin.
"Lurrrrrr!" she responded.
"Princess, your dress is ready. Please be fast," Maid Emmy reminded her.
"Hmm, okay."
For today event she was wearing a fitted, metallic-silver corset-style top that reflected light softly, giving a silken or enchanted-metal look. The slightly tight skirt flowed down in dark green layers, slightly shimmering, with silver ornamental panels at the waistline, shaped like leaves or dagger tips—a style evoking nature and regality. Her naked bare shoulders with a beautiful breast cleavage made her charm increase a lot. She turned around, and saw lots of laces tied behind her back in a beautiful criss-cross. Her shoulder-length hair danced with her. She smiled, fully satisfied, and asked her maid, "How do I look?"
Miss Emmy, adjusting her glasses, said, "Most beautiful woman in the world, Princess," in a stoic face.
"Heheh, thank you! Look, look, Lurvi, I am beautiful, right?" Natalia was clearly happy.
"Princess, I don't understand why wear such a daring outfit when you could go modest and just pass the day. You know, right? Today, that man is coming with the representative of the Empire we are under—the Empire of Echor. He would surely trouble you, Princess," Maid asked concerningly.
Thinking about him, she shuddered in fear. The man she was talking about is named Kane Cox, her seemingly husband if she failed to control the Heart Machine during the ceremony. He came from a land connected to Straeland Empire but his land comes under the hegemony- Empire of Echor. There is no use of people in the Crown position if they can't even control the machine which saves a lot of people, she remembered the words those higher level Crowns said. I met him during my visit to his land of Dreath, where I learned to control the machine but never succeeded. The upper echelons clearly declared if at my becoming of an adult I couldn't control the machine, I would be married to him, and he will control this island. She touched her long skirt feeling fear. He already believes I am his wife and always treats me like a play doll. Thinking about past events made her in discomfort.
She smiled faintly at Emmy, her eyes sharp yet calm. "No matter what, men like those will always try to take advantage of you," she said softly but with an edge of steel in her tone. "If I can't even wear what I want with confidence, how could I ever earn anyone's trust?" Her voice trembled for a second before steadying again. "Men like them don't see women for who they are—they crave dominance. They find pleasure in control… in breaking women… and in viol—" She stopped herself, her jaw tightening as she hugged her arms around her body, taking a slow breath to regain composure. Then, raising her chin, her eyes burned with pride as she declared, "This is the Land of Wind, and I am the Princess of this land. I will not stay behind anyone."
"Not even behind Zack," Maid said while smirking at the princess.
"Huh? That would be okay," she said shyly as she calmed down.
"Now, now, don't talk nonsense. Let's goooo.
Lurvi, you stay here and rest."
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While walking in the hallway, she met her little sister, Who wore a soft pink hooded cape fastened with a blue gem brooch, its silver embroidery glinting in the light. Beneath it, a fitted white bodice which flowed into a short flared skirt edged with delicate metal loops and ornate stitching. White stockings and gentle ribbons completed her look, giving her the grace of a fairy-tale maiden—elegant, detailed, and perfectly crafted in every small seam.
"Big sister, you are getting late! Fast, fasst!" Hanna said while coming in a hurry.
"Don't worry, little one. I am the heroine of this show," she said while thumping her chest.
She checked her sister's outfit and said, "You clearly took some inspiration from our morning talk, didn't you? Still, you are missing some cherry on top stuffff," she winked.
"Mooo, don't be so hard on me, big sister," she pushed her sister to go fast.
"Haha, fine, fine."
Reaching the grand hall, Princess Natalia paused for a breath, steadying her heartbeat beneath the silken layers of her gown. She straightened her posture—shoulders poised, chin slightly lifted—and began her descent down the marble staircase.
Her gaze swept across the hall—hundreds of faces, radiant with expectation—yet none she truly called a friend. Still, her expression remained serene. With measured grace, she reached the platform at the foot of the stairs and turned to face the gathering.
Lifting her voice, clear and composed, she began:
"Good evening, everyone, and welcome to this wondrous celebration beneath the stars of Eir.
I, Princess Natalia Auliffee, am deeply honored to stand before you tonight.
Many of you have traveled from distant lands to grace this hall with your presence, and for that, I offer my sincerest gratitude.
Though our island may be vast, our hearts are still learning to welcome so many guests at once. Should there be any missteps or shortcomings, I ask your understanding and forgiveness.
Let tonight not only mark my birth, but the unity of every soul gathered here. May joy guide your words, laughter fill these halls, and friendship bloom across our tables.
Thank you—and please, let us celebrate together."
She bowed gracefully, her hair slipping forward like strands of moonlight, and as she rose, the hall echoed with applause—not only for a princess, but for a woman who carried her kingdom's warmth in every word.
Then she started walking down towards a beautiful person—her mother, Queen Malina Auliffee, who was standing and waiting for her daughter in her beautiful one-piece tight green color outfit which had a deep cut at her thighs reaching just below her crotch. A fitted tight outfit with golden belts on her chubby fat waist with big breast cleavage in the open, her arms covered in extension of her dress, with her hair tied in a beautiful design with a simple locket, made her the queen of the Land of EIRS.
"Mother, it seems long time has passed without seeing your face," she said calmly, not showing any child-like manner.
Her mother came toward her, fixed her hair, and gracefully said, "I thought my daughter is big enough to not miss her mother."
"Well, I don't really miss you," Natalia said playfully.
"Haha, you little rascal. Come, let's meet some people," she said as she gently guided her to meet several people from various places. Most of them, of course, came to see her fall and let their hands on whatever they could get when the Land of Dreath takes over control. Still, she smiled and did her role as perfectly as possible.
The Queen spoke with a graceful tone, "The first person I would like you to meet today is a fine lady who has come from a faraway land—the Chieftess Anihoa Mora of the Straeland Empire, and her maid, Nima."