I’m not quite out of the woods yet though. We’d consummated our marriage, but there was still a trip to my home kingdom to get through not to mention all the celebratory galas we’re expected to attend. Then there’s her crowning and all that goes along with that.
I’m sure grandpa is going to put in his yearly bid to keep me close to the home fires, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon, and I especially don’t want her so hindered, not in the very beginning stages of our eternal lives together anyway.
I wasn’t kidding when I said the courting begins now. The mating is the physical manifestation of our love, but that’s not the most important part of what we’ll be to each other; though the way she fucks it’s going to be a very-very big part.
But there’s a lot more I have to give her and she me. We’re already starting out with the heir on the way which is going to put her in a tough position. Something I will not be telling her until the very last minute. But I foresee a long stretch in the sky kingdom once we go there in a couple weeks or so. No way mom is going to let her leave with her unborn grandchild inside her.
I switched off the water and wrapped a towel around my middle before heading back to the bedroom. My stomach growled reminding me that I hadn’t had dinner yet and I’m sure she hadn’t either. I have no idea what she eats. Her fairy ass probably likes organic grass and all that other bullshit, but the nymph would probably have a whole different palate.
It doesn’t matter anyway since my son is going to change all that shit. I’ll have to order beef by the cow to placate him and her in the coming months. She was still asleep, cuddled up around my pillow with a soft smile on her face.
A quick look inside her head told me why she was smiling so sweetly in my sleep. Usurped by my own son. When she should be dreaming of me and what we’d just shared in my bed she was dreaming about him.
I sat on the side of the bed and watched the two of them play through her dream, feeling more content than I have at anytime since I passed the last test that secured my place as the heir to the kingdom.
He felt me and turned his head. I felt a love so strong it brought tears to my eyes as they left him and moved to his mother’s sleeping face. We have so much to learn about each other and I can’t wait to get started. I already know that I like that sassy mouth of her nymph, but it’s left to be seen how I’m going to handle her natural tendency to flirt. With my son in her that might ease the blow a little, but I’m not too sure. I’m already jealously possessive of her and it hasn’t even been a day yet.
She stretched out her hand as if reaching for me and I dropped the towel and climbed back into bed with her. She wasn’t fully awake when I pulled her over on top of me and sat her down on my dick. “Go back to sleep, I’ll take care of you.”
Something else she doesn’t know yet. In the next few weeks she’s going to want sex as often as she needs to breathe. It’s part of the mating ritual and is meant to forge an unbreakable bond between us that nothing and no one will ever be able to destroy.
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.