With her head on my chest and her ass in my hands, I fucked up into her nice and slow while she sleep fucked me, tightening her pussy each time I stroked in and flexing on my way out. When I needed more, when the nice slow rocking of our bodies was no longer enough, I roller her onto her back and fucked my cock into her until I emptied my balls once more.
Lucien
That night she slept like the dead in my arms and well into the next day. It was either my child in her womb or the amount of times I fucked her throughout the night that had drained her, not that it mattered.
In the morning I left her in bed and made my way downstairs where Dennis was busy watching some tripe on the little TV in the kitchen. “Is this what you do while I’m sleeping all day?” He flew out of the chair eyes wide and looked at the clock on the wall. “Your highness, are you ill?”
“No, why?”
“Well, the time, you…I’m sorry your royal highness, it’s just that you haven’t been up at this hour since your early teens.”
“Your human side is showing. And since when are you so reverent when addressing me?”
“Breakfast, should I make you and our princess something to eat? Neither of you ate much for dinner.” Because we were too busy fucking nosy ass. He bounded over to the fridge and pulled it open.
“My wife’s not up yet, give it another hour. You still haven’t answered my question, what’s with the brown nosing?” He slipped up and rolled his eyes at me before falling back into character. “That was all good and well when it was just us two here, but now the house has a mistress we must follow proper protocol and etiquette. His majesty would have my hide if it were any different.”
“My grandfather never comes here.”
He didn’t bother to answer as he grabbed fresh oranges to squeeze. “Speaking of which, when are they leaving?” He gestured in the general direction of the guest wing where my uninvited relatives were ensconced.
“What happened to that etiquette shit you were just spewing?” He pulled out the butcher’s block and started cutting the oranges like they had a past grievance. “You’ve got to get them out of here, all except master Vespasian has been a trial. I forgot how taxing it can be dealing with members of the royal family.” He mumbled something about entitled halfwits and I almost choked on the water I was drinking.
“I almost forgot what I came down here for…oh yeah, your mistress is pregnant.” You’d think I told him that Publisher’s Clearing House was at the door to give him a couple million dollars; not that he’d need it with his overpaid miserly ass, but you get the drift.
He dropped the knife and orange from his hands and came towards me all but jumping with excitement. “Is she really? We must…Does your mother know…?”
“No, she doesn’t, why?”
“Why? Why? Why do you think? Not only will this child be your heir, but he’ll be the first child born in the royal family for centuries, not to mention your mother and father’s first grandchild. We have to leave sooner than planned….”
I leaned my ass against the edge of the marble countertop and watched him make himself crazy. He kept opening and closing cabinet doors and coming away empty-handed. Then he went after the fridge again and started pulling out vegetables and piling them up on the counter.
“No wait, even if the princess is fond of vegetation the young prince will need something more for his growth. Move Lucien!” I wasn’t even aware I was in the way until he shooed me away from my spot and pressed something that made part of the counter where I’d been standing slide back to reveal a freezer full of meat. Steaks to be exact.
I stood out of his way as he muttered to himself, reciting the ingredients for some recipe or another and it was obvious that he didn’t give a fig that I was still here. His whole focus was on the child in her womb. And this was just the beginning, I expect everyone else, with my mother in the lead, to act this way until the child is born, and then it will only get worst.
I’d already made up my mind since I knew this, to make the next few months about her. To spoil her within an inch of her life, because everyone else is going to be focused on her womb and I have a feeling her nymph is not going to like that. The fairy seems to have more understanding, I’d got to see more of her last night, fucked her too.
So now I know that though the nymph is wild and uninhibited, the fairy can take a good pounding too, though with more reserve. I didn’t think of it before, but with her two differing personalities it’s going to be like living with two entirely different people. That shit ought to be fun.