And he planted his ass on the stool with a thud, with his eyes stuck on Bonny like she was the center of his universe. I knew exactly how he felt. Fucking exactly.
In my arms, I could feel Iris’ eager pull, wanting to go help Bonny with the calving. I didn’t forbid Iris from much, but now she was seven months pregnant and there was no way in hell that the next prince or princess was going to be put in that kind of danger. I kept her close to me, my half-stiff cock pressed against the small of her back and nestled my chin on her head. “You’ll help her next year.”
“I know,” she said, giving me a resigned sigh, and easing back comfortably in my arms.
“Unless I fuck another baby into you,” I whispered into her ear.
She stifled a laugh and shook her head, nostrils flared. “I’m never going to be not pregnant for a calving season again, am I?”
I made a show of actually thinking about it. “Nope.” Fuck, never felt real, having her as my own. She had been my dream for so long that even now it felt like every day was a dream still.
The kids had been watching Bonny’s every move, and slowly trying to get closer and closer. I gave Iris a click of my cheek to warn her, but she was on it already. “You two, go out and see how many ducklings have hatched. Okay? I don’t want you getting too close.”
“Mommmmmm,” said Maggie. “Please?”
She shook her head. I backed her up with a snap and, “Out. Count those ducks, you two. I want a full report.”
Randal grabbed his sister by the hand and they took off toward the little pond, bickering over how many there were yesterday.
“We’ll call you when the calf is here!” Iris called after them. She adjusted her position slightly so that I had a perfect view of her cleavage. From where I stood, I could just see the edge of one of her dark, wide nipples. I pulled her into me and my rapidly intensifying hard on. She moaned softly when she felt me, and I tightened my grip on her arms.
It had been six hours since I was inside her. And that was way the fuck too long. I needed her, and I needed her right now. “Bonny. You good for now?” I asked.
“Yes, your Grace,” she said, looking over her shoulder. “Everything looks good. It won’t be long now, but it seems like everything will go smoothly.” She smiled up at me.
I gave her a nod and gripped Iris around the waist, leading her out of the milking shed and into the main barn, then into the feed room in the corner. There was a big window there, which looked out on the yard, so I could still keep an eye on the kids. I closed the door behind us and guided Iris toward a table near the window.
Now that we were alone, we were back to the way we belonged, the way we were best together. She waited patiently for my command, glancing up at me only once, before lowering her eyes.
As I unbuttoned my britches I told her, “Bend over. Hands on the table.”
“You beast,” she whispered.
“Don’t you fucking sass me,” I said, putting my cock at her opening.
She let her head drop down, laughing, smiling, loving this fucking game as much as I did. But as I penetrated her, fast and rough, all those smiles and laughs fell away. She groaned, animal-like, bestial, as I rammed her with my cock. She was so fucking wet that I didn’t even need to ease myself inside. My balls slapped against her pussy lips and I pulled her ass cheeks apart. I’d fucked her hard in the ass last night, and the bud of her anus was still raw and red. “You look like you’re still feeling last night.”
She gave me a wordless nod, swallowing hard, like she always did when I made her nervous. Still deep inside her, I gathered a mouthful of saliva, sucked it into one cheek, and then spat it onto her anus. She hitched her hips when she felt it, letting me get that much deeper.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and gave her a rough, ruthless fuck. “This cock is yours to make happy. Never fucking forget that,” I told her, driving deep and hard, pounding her cervix and keeping her hair tight in my fist. My other hand I kept on her belly, keeping my baby safe while I roughed her up like she deserved.
“It’s mine to make happy, my King,” Iris groaned.
“It’s yours to worship. Never forget that either.”
“It’s mine to worship, my King,” she agreed, gripping the table so hard that her knuckles turned white.
With my thumb, I teased her sensitive anus. “Fucking come for me. Right now.”
“Yes, my….” She stammered. “Oh, God, Randal, you’re going to make me…”
I felt her walls start to tighten, but she wasn’t there, not yet. Without a roar, without a growl, I shot my load into her just as she began to come, and one spurt after another pulsed from me in unison with the waves of her orgasm.
I pulled my dick out of her before she was even finished. With my cock still dripping, I turned her around. “Get your tits out,” I said, nudging her cheek with my nose. “I need your milk.”
She did just as I asked. Her milk was sweet and thick, and tasted so fucking good that I couldn’t help but close my eyes as I sucked it from her nipples. She ran her fingers gently through my hair as I drank, same as I’d seen her do with our children. Fuck almighty. Yes. She was everything to me. Everything I had never had and everything I had always fucking needed. She was the goddess that gave me purpose; she was the lover that gave me focus; she was the mother I never had. All fucking wrapped in one.
Little Randal’s scream outside interrupted me from drinking my fill. Iris looked at me and together we listened, assessing if it was a frustrated scream. Or one of danger and fear.
Iris turned over her shoulder and I saw her smile as I slipped her nipple from my mouth, licking it clean. “She’s your daughter alright,” Iris said, tucking her breasts back into her corset.
I straightened up, keeping my cock hidden behind Iris as I looked outside. On the ground, in the mud and muck, lay Randal on his back with Maggie on top of him, whaling on him with tiny fists.
“Good thing we taught him never to hit a girl,” I said. Yanking my britches up, I reached down to shift my balls to the right. Fuckers were actually throbbing, like they always did when I got to drink Iris’ milk.
Iris straightened her hair. “You can tell he wants to, though. And who could blame him?”
True enough. A swift pop from her brother might be just the thing she needed to set her straight. But rather than let them fight it out like animals, I yanked open the window and barked, “Maggie. Don’t think I won’t throw you in the pig trough.”
She froze with fists in the air and turned, all sweetness and light, giving me a wave.
Iris chortled. “Absolutely your daughter.”
“Don’t know about that,” I said, reaching up her skirt again to feel my cum trickling out of her. “You’re pretty fucking wild yourself, too.”
She shifted her lips to one side, nibbling on the lower one, working up a reply for me. But before we could get to the finer points of which of us was a bigger handful, we heard Bonny call out. “A baby boy!”
The kids took off running, and Iris and I weren’t far behind. We were just in time, all of us, to see the calf totter awkwardly to his feet, tripping over himself to get to his mother’s udders to drink. I ran my hand over my jaw to stifle my groan, and Iris gave me a knowing glance. Randal and Maggie were thrilled by the new calf, and sat cross-legged near Bonny, asking a thousand questions a minute.
My mind, though, was still in the barn. Whenever I wasn’t inside Iris, I was thinking about how get back inside her. So once the excitement died down and the calf fell asleep, I said, “Alright, you two. Get your stuff. Your mother and I need to get back to the castle.”
Iris turned to me, furrowing her brow to say, We do?
I nodded at her. Every pregnancy made her even more beautiful somehow. And the more beautiful she became, the more I wanted to punish her for it. “The two of us have a few things we need to do together.”
We were alone together in our dungeon. No interruptions, no bullshit. Just us. Iris wor
e green—a dress I’d had made for her pregnancies, for when we were alone. It was the same color she’d worn the first time I’d ever seen her, but this was a fuckload less modest. Low cut to show off her milky, swollen tits, with a long slit up the front that went past her pussy, so that I could always see it. And always get to it.
I’d fucked her hard all afternoon and evening. She’d come until she was too exhausted to come again. After that, I’d watched her dress for me and made sure she ate well. We’d both eaten, taking what we wanted from the banquet table that I made sure was always ready for us when we finished one of our dungeon sessions.
She was still eating and had just picked up a red apple. My fucking favorite thing to watch her eat. She ate it with that same abandon she’d eaten the apple when I first saw her at the harvest festival, now seven years ago—that same give-a-fuck enjoyment, with the juice dribbling down her chin.
So much had happened between then and now, most of all since I married her. A month after young Randal was born, my father passed away. What a gift, he’d said, to be able to meet his grandson, a future heir to the throne. I missed him more than I’d ever expected. But I felt him with me, every day, and I was grateful that he passed away peacefully with Iris and me, right by his side.
The kingdom was prospering under me, same as it had under him. With all that prosperity, there was money and time to make things stronger—roads, bridges, and our army. All the things that take a kingdom from good to great. Iris, though plenty busy with the kids, still studied under some of our physicians, helping to found a school for midwives, both for humans and for livestock. She still went back to the farm, whenever she could, to help Bonny with the animals. On those days when she went to help, she dressed like a milkmaid all over again, so that she could move through Aramoor unnoticed. It drove me fucking wild, every single time.
As for Queen Patara, she caught pneumonia in the castle prison the winter after her half-assed grab for the throne. Iris tried to treat her, as did all of our physicians. But there was nothing to be done. Water in the lungs was what killed her, they said. But Elaina, the healer who raised me, said it was a poisoned soul that did her in. Maybe both did it together. She was buried quietly, in a night funeral, in a plot far away from my father.
Some had expected her family to retaliate against Aramoor for what I’d done to her. It never happened though. I think, in the end, the alliance and peace between us was as good for them as it was for us, and they let things go quietly.
Iris finished the last bite of her apple and placed the core in an empty bowl on the table. She sighed heavily, happily, and rubbed her round belly, smiling sweetly as she looked down at my baby inside her.
“Come here,” I told her.
She rose and came to me where I was seated. It was an altar, more or less, where I could sit and she could kneel on a padded stool before me so she could worship my cock with her mouth. She stood before me, not kneeling yet, and I undressed her completely. The dress, the corset, all of it fell to the stone floor, piece by piece. It was a fucking production, all those clothes, but by then, I knew how to get her naked as well as I knew how to undress myself.
Once she was fully nude, in all her fucking beautiful glory, I traced a line from her tits, across her collarbone, then down the small of her back, her ass, to her full, heavy thighs. She stood still, letting me do as I pleased, never questioning me, never sassing me. She fucking knew the rules. And she knew the power of obedience.
From the wall, I took a length of waxed cord and bound her hands behind her back. Standing behind her, with one hand on each of her shoulders, I guided her down to kneel before me. Once there, I checked to make sure her full belly was comfortable on her thighs.
Coming back around in front of her, I hooked her jaw with the tip of my finger and raised her face so she was looking at me. Usually when I had her on her knees, it was for one reason and one reason only: so that I could shoot my cum into her throat, or her mouth, or all over her face. But this time, I had a surprise for her first.
I took a long second to just study her, to take her in, the way people do with cathedrals and harvest moons. She was everything sacred to me. She was everything that mattered. “I love you,” I said. “So fucking much.”
Her eyes glistened with a quick flush of emotion. “I don’t know what I would do without you,” she said. “As a father, my husband, my King.” She inhaled, breathing deeply. “I’m so lucky.”
I shook my head. “I’m the lucky one, beautiful. Now, close your eyes. I’ve got something for you.”
She blinked a few times and then did just as I asked. Quietly as I could, I walked away from her. As I got things ready, I thought of what she was hearing, rather than what I was doing. Me walking away. A rustling of fabric. Clothes, or maybe sheets, or maybe neither. Hinges opening, then closing. Silence for a moment. Then the sound of my footsteps returning.
I took my place before her and said, “Open them.”
Her eyes sparkled and she smiled as she saw me: buck naked, cock hard, crown on my head. Then her mouth fell open as she saw what I had hooked over my finger.
“Happy anniversary,” I told her, as the huge ruby pendant swung before her eyes. It was pear-shaped, an inch and a half across, encrusted in diamonds and gold. I’d had it cut for her from a raw ruby, the Bloodstone of Aramoor, which had been in my family for generations.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
Enough waiting. I needed to be inside her, and I needed it now. “Open your mouth,” I growled.
Without protest, without question, she did as I asked, and took my dick into her mouth. I leaned into her to get deep into her throat. I felt her fighting me because I’d gone in so deep. “Relax,” I said. “Breathe through your nose. You fucking know how to do this, baby. Relax.”
Her shoulders lowered slightly as she calmed down, as her gag reflex released her from instinctive panic. She flattened her tongue under my shaft and worked my length with her lips, up and down, again and again.
As she sucked me, I unfastened the clasp of the necklace and slipped one end of the chain under her throat. When the cold weight of the huge ruby touched her bare skin, she groaned into my cock.
That groan. Of hunger. Of gratitude. Of desire. Of need. It vibrated through my shaft, and through my whole body. Through my whole fucking soul. It was more than enough to push me over the edge. Taking her head in my hands, I deep throated her, arching my head back as I throat-fucked her, and came in a hard and intense explosion, with my balls pressed against her chin.
“Such a perfect little girl,” I said, as I pulled out, my dick slick with her saliva and my seed.
My Queen had never looked more beautiful than she did then—on her knees in front of me, with my cum in her mouth, with blow-job reddened lips and watery eyes, with pregnant tits and belly. I still wasn’t sure I deserved her. But fuck it. She was mine. For fucking keeps.
THE END
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STOLEN PRINCESS
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As far back as I can remember all I’ve known is war and pain and death.
My mother always told me our people came into this world fighting and went out the same way. Only, something inside me died along the way; the desire for victory and destruction is no longer my muse.
Lost, I returned to the only place that felt like home since my own was destroyed long ago.
And that’s when it happened.
When she happened.
Raven hair and emerald eyes that hardened and melted me with one look. Lush hips and womanly curves called for me to do something I’d never before considered: make her mine, bind her to me, and I don’t even yet know her name. Her youth deserves better than a scarred monster ravaged from years of battle.
Still, deep down I know she is my destiny. But, when cruel secrets and painful history come to tear us apart, I find
my true purpose. To settle old debts. To lay waste to those that wish to harm her. To secure that which was stolen from her.
To topple kingdoms to keep her.
Forever. No matter the bloodshed.
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