A Flower is Plucked in the Garden

Lady Prudence, it turns out, is a dear, sweet woman. Though not particularly resilient to the effects of spirits. She was nervous when you were first introduced, but she's barely sipped away a third of her glass and she's already laid a hand on your chest, sharing a laugh with Roan over some comment of yours that you're quite certain wasn't particularly witty. Not that you're complaining. The party is still roaring, so you've relocated to a more secluded portion of the garden to more comfortably become acquainted. It's really all very lovely, well tended and with a highly varied array of blossoms. For whatever it's worth, Matilda's realm is clearly rather prosperous.

Roan gasps in sympathy at something you must have missed while you were admiring the garden view. "Really? Your husband hasn't called on you in how long?!"

Prudy flushes, bashfully squeezing her arms together and inadvertently causing her vast breasts to squish nearly up to her chin. "Lady Roan, please! I'm not...it's just...I was a good wife to the late Count for years, but my new husband is so young, and I...oh, I can't blame him for..."

She trails off, both out of embarrassment and because she's noticed that her hand is still on your chest. She squeaks when you lay your hand over hers, but is utterly unable to look away as your eyes meet hers. "Can't blame him for what?"

Prudy's eyes begin to quiver at that, moisture forming as she tries to sniff back a tear. "For, for not wanting a...a...a fat old lady in his bed..."

Roan makes a sympathetic noise at that, wrapping her arms around Prudy from behind and laying a comforting kiss on the top of her head. The noblewoman gasps lightly as you raise you hand, cupping the side of her face. "Do you really think that about yourself, Lady Prudence?"

She sniffs again, nodding while you wipe away a tear with your thumb. "Yes..."

Roan lightly strokes Prudy's side. "How could any husband not make a goddess like you know exactly how ravishing she is?!"

Prudence smiles at that, though her eyes are still watering. You can't help but notice that what had been a nod is now simply the woman softly rubbing her cheek against your palm. "Oh stop it Lady Roan; you're just being nice."

Roan scoffs, her stroking fingers beginning to slowly make the shift from Prudy's side to the expanse of her grandiose tits. "The Prince can attest I am never 'just being nice', Prudy. If you were my wife, I don't think we would leave leave the bedroom."

The older woman takes in a breath at that, leaning in at the guidance of Roan's clever hand to softly smoosh the side of a massive boob against your body. Her flush has totally overtaken her face by this point, and even through the dark material of her gown you can see a pair of plump nipples beginning to make their presence known. "It's, it's not just that...he thinks I can't, um..."

She trails off again, and you run your hand from her cheek down her back, prompting Prudence to shiver so hard that her chest ponderously wobbles. "He thinks you can't what?"

She swallows hard, her pleading blue eyes meeting your honey-colored gaze, and answers in a such a soft voice that you can barely hear her at all. "That I...that I can't give him a child. The Count was sick for so long, the doctors insisted it wasn't me, but now I'm so old and I don't know if I can...if I can still..."

The noblewoman seems ready to burst into tears again when she gasps in surprise, Roan slipping between you to press her pregnant swelling against Prudy's stomach. "I have a friend you could help you with that, Prudy."

She licks her lips nervously as Roan takes her little hand, barely able to speak up. "Ah, um...w-who?"

"Allow me to introduce you~!"

Prudy seems to have had a response in mind, but when Roan places her hand directly on top of your throbbing bulge, it transforms into a needy moan instead. Roan sure knows how to pick'm.

Lady Prudence grunts and groans around a fat, throbbing nipple as she bucks back against you, wonderfully spry despite her protestations of being a fat old lady. She lies propped up in Roan's lap as you thrust into her lonely pussy, only the efforts of your valet's greedy hands and Prudy's own plush lips around her teat keeping her otherworldly bosoms from battering all three of you to ****. You grit your teeth as you pump into the woman, who groans in quite unladylike animal satisfaction; Roan won't stop with the dirty talk and it's really making it hard for you to make this last.

Even now, she's crooning into Prudy's ear. "Just wait until you start to show, Prudy...once that silly husband sees you with that cute little baby bump, he'll know. He'll know that you are fertile ground, just begging to be sown...Oh Prudy, he's never going to want to see you without that bump again..."

Prudence moans at that, slurping away at her nipple as you desperately try not to blow your load right then and there. Roan doesn't let up, however, teasingly running her fingers down the seemingly endless acreage of boobflesh jiggling between your thrusting bodies. "And these tits...you think they're big now? Oh, just wait until you've got a baby growing in your tummy...they'll just swell, and swell, and fill up with delicious, creamy milk....Mmmm, you'll let me visit and have a taste, won't you?"

Fuck, this is going to end fast.

"You'll have so much that your baby won't be able to drink it all...you'll have to wet nurse for all the ladies of the castle, I bet. I'm sure they'll all want babies of their own, one they see how cute you are with a big swollen belly...then you'll have a horde of babies to feed, to spend all day suckling away at your big, heavy udders."

Something about the idea must appeal to Prudy, because she squeals and visibly squirts a streamer of girlcum against you. You know something about it appeals to you, because you immediately fire your massive nut into the deepest part of the noblewoman's womb, empty for far too long but now utterly stuffed with enough cum to impregnate a bridal shower. Prudy groans around her breast with utter delight as her pussy devours each overlarge shot, rolling over in deliriously pleased exhaustion when you're finally done to close her eyes and continue to contentedly nurse on her own boob.

Roan grins up at you. "We are definitely visiting her again in a year."

Yes. Yes you are.