In Which There are Developments and Then Fucking

"Hey, I, ah, was thinking we could, um.......er, no, nevermind."

You raise an eyebrow, inspecting Matilda as she folds back into her seat, the princess's neck flushing an even brighter red than usually as she tries to vanish into the raucous hubbub of the inn you've stopped at for the night. She's seemed antsy all day, and you can't be entirely sure why. Oh sure, it's probably because she flooded the room at the last inn with your cum, the two of you making a sneaky break for it at the crack of dawn with only a lot of poorly muffled giggles and a lot more somewhat cummy gold pieces left behind as evidence of your sexy antics. But you can't really know for sure, yeah? She seemed more than alright with that little bit of naughty adventure then, but as the day has gone on she's grown increasingly fidgety. "What is it, Matilda?"

The girl takes in a deep, nearly gasping breath of air, then sits up ramrod straight in her chair and clenches her fists in her lap. "I...I want to do that thing. You know."

You raise the other eyebrow. "That thing?"

She nods quickly, her jaw firmly set as her blushed neck floods up into her checks. "Um, yes. That you and Roan do."

Oh boy. "That...could be a lot of different things."

She lets out an annoyed breath, dipping her fingers into her drink and flicking the droplets at you in irritation. "You know, where you, ah, seduce someone. Some lady. I want to try that."

You have to lean back in your chair at the thought, digesting Matilda's words as she stares back at you in intensely embarrassed resolve. "That's a pretty big step, Matilda."

The girl blows you a raspberry, leaning forward to poke your shoulder with a graceful finger. "Oh boo to that! Boo! You two perverts have already done that exact thing like four times while I was practically in the room! I've already been in four foursomes already, basically! Pretty much!"

Trying to hold back your chuckle seems like a waste. "My mistake. I forgot I was dealing with an expert."

Matilda pokes and blows her tongue at you again before straightening up again, a gleam you don't recall ever having seen before in her eye as she surreptitiously begins scanning the crowd. "Okay. So, um, how does this work? Who do we pick?"

You shake your head. "I don't pick anyone, most of the time. Roan does the picking."

Matilda blanches slightly. "Well, okay. Um....do I just...?"

She indicates the room with a spin of her finger, and when you nod she turns around in her chair and starts to really give everyone the once-over, subtlety thrown entirely to the wind. This is the girl who was essentially a ballgown-ed doorstop a matter of weeks ago. It would be silly to give the credit fully to your absurd penis, but...yeah, we're going to give a bit of credit to your absurd penis, and the absurd events that seem drawn to it.

A good while passes before Matilda slinks back into her chair, flushed but nodding in what appears to be confidence to herself. "Okay. I think I've found her."

"Who?"

The question was facetious; you knew Matilda was going to point out the serving girl with the messy crop of sandy blonde hair the moment you realized the princess wanted to try for a three-way. Still, it's her first time. You should make Matilda show her work. "Why her?"

The princess clears her throat, working hard to push through her embarrassment with determination. "Okay, one! She's really pretty, right? That sort of seems important."

To be fair, you're quite sure that you haven't seen a single woman since coming here who'd rate less than "really pretty", but Matilda isn't wrong. The serving girl has flirty blue eyes and a plump, inviting mouth, her fit body wrapped up in a tight little barmaid's outfit with a skirt that can barely contain her thick, luscious thighs. So okay, fair play. You give Matilda a nod and she quickly continues on, her confidence growing. "Two! She sort of, um...seems like a bit of a..." The princess lowers her voice. "...a bimbo?"

You let out a reproachful gasp. "My goodness, Matilda."

The princess waves her hands in front of herself defensively, attempting to collapse all the way back into her chair. "No, I mean, she seems really sweet! I bet she is a perfectly lovely girl! I just, um, she just, ah! She strikes me sort of-!"

"A bit dim, and a bit of a slut?"

"Er...............yes?"

Well she's not wrong. The serving wench certainly seems fully aware of her delicious body, and is very willing to let the people around her indulge in it a bit. More than once you've seen her sink down into a customer's lap while taking their order, and when one patron slipped a hand up her tummy to cup a perky little breast she simply gave him a coquettish slap on the hand and a naughty wink. As for dim...well, she does seem to have trouble keeping track of even rather light drink orders. And bringing those drinks to the right tables. And you have seen her resorting to counting out change on her fingers a couple times, only to still get it wrong. And she does have a tendency to slip one of those fingers into her mouth for a needy suck whenever she really tries to concentrate on something, a look that does little to argue against Matilda's original assessment. Still though. "Why does that matter?"

Matilda taps her fingers together, looking a bit sheepish. "Oh. Well, I just...wanted to, you know, for my first try, sort of go for something, er, someone a bit..."

"Easy?"

The girl blushes again, but nods. Well you don't blame her. Always best to start with the bunny slope, right? And this girl looks like she has "Bunny Slope" tattooed in swirly letters on her lower back. "Okay. She looks fun."

Matilda perks up. "Yeah?"

You nod. "Yeah, why not?"

The princess claps her hands together excitedly. "Yay! Okay! Okay, um, okay. What do we do now?"

You shrug. "It's your show, Matilda."

She furrows her brow that at, seemingly trying to work through all of her options. Eventually she seems to decide the direct route is the best one, snatching a mug up off the table. She lifts it high, calling out in a probably too-theatrical voice. "Hey! Um, serving...girl! Could you fill this mug for me?"

Matilda's unwitting target blinks at the princess, tilting her head slightly to one side as she considers the raised mug. "Oh! But isn't it still full?"

There is a brief pause as Matilda considers this inconvenient fact. Then, she quickly tilts the mug over to one side to dump its contents all over the floor. "Oh darn! I, ah, totally spilled it!"

The serving girl gives Matilda a sympathetic look, picking up a pitcher and starting towards your table, her rounded thighs popping side to side in a sashay that you absolutely do not miss. "Oh no! Don't worry; I totally spill things all the time!" She plucks the mug from Matilda's hand, biting her plump lower lip as she concentrates a bit harder than should probably be necessary on refilling the princess's mug.

Matilda keeps shooting glances your way as she does, clearly pleased with herself but apparently expecting you to take over. When you don't, she shoots you a dirty look and takes a swing at it. "So, ah, what's...your name?"

The girl lifts her eyes up, giving Matilda a friendly grin and immediately sloshing beer over the table. "I'm Danni! Hi~!"

Matilda nods along, apparently trying to just roll with things and see what she can come up with. "Yes, um, hi! And have you, um, met my...friend? Right here? This friend?"

The serving girl knits together her eyebrows, glancing over your way. Clearly she had not noticed you before, judging by the way her nostrils flair and her sapphire eyes widen as she takes in the Man-Mountain that is You. Her eyes scan up and down your Herculean form, coming to a sudden halt at your lap as you slightly spread your legs and give her an unimpeded view of your absurd bulge. It would have been a perfect play on Matilda's part, if not for the fact that the distracted bar maid was still absentmindedly filling the rapidly overflowing mug. The princess's look of pride immediately morphs into a yelp of surprise as cold beer splatters down onto her traveling clothes, prompting Danni to snap back into reality. The serving girl gasps, dropping the pitcher to the table and fretfully bunching her fists up to her face. "Omigosh! I'm soooo sorry!"

Matilda blinks rapidly, her usual flush blooming through her neck and checks as she looks down at her soaked breeches. Then, she looks back up and takes you by surprise. "Well I guess I have to change now. You, um, want to come help?"

Not bad Matilda. Not bad at all.

Matilda grins in triumph as she closes the door to your room behind you and Danni, or as least as close to triumph as one can manage in utterly drenched clothes. She stands there at the door, a puddle of beer dripping to the floor beneath her as she gives you and Danni an expectant look. You exchange a glance with the serving girl, who's knitted her eyebrows together and is lightly sucking on the tip of the index finger she's popped into her mouth, as Matilda gives you an anticipatory nod. Nods turn to gestures, and gestures turn into increasingly broad gestures as the princess apparently tries to will the two of you into the act of coitus. At length she lets out a breath of exasperation. "Well?!"

You raise your eyebrows. "What?"

"Aren't you going to do something?"

"I thought you wanted to do what Roan does?"

Danni pipes in brightly, "Oh, who's Roan?"

Matilda waves her off with a shushing noise for the moment. "Isn't that what we're doing, though?"

You make a yes-an-no sort of gesture that seems to vaguely infuriate the princess. "Sort of? She really does all of the set up. Traditionally speaking, I mostly just sit there and-"

Matilda cuts you off, her face a bright red at this point. "And what? Exist with a big dick? Is that it?"

Danni pipes in again, heat dribbling into her voice. "Oh! Um, how big a dick?!"

Matilda plops a finger over the serving girl's plush lips. "Not right this second, Danni!" She turns her attention back to you. "I don't think that's fair! Not at all! I do all the work and you just fall cock first into the prize?"

"I mean, 'fair' isn't really part of it, Matilda. Roan puts the work into it because she gets off on it. And also on me falling cock first into the prize."

The princess huffs. "Well I don't know, I'm not sure that I'm into this, then. If I have to do all the work then I should..." Matilda trails off, having finally noticed that Danni has sucked the princess's shushing finger into her mouth and is quietly suckling it. "Then, um, I should..." She stares at the serving girl for a long moment, ears visibly pulsing as they turn the brightest red you've ever seen before. She glances your way, wide eyed, then takes in a shuddering gulp and slowly sinks down to sit at the edge of the bed. You can only watch with rapt interest as the princess shakily tosses her hair, then speaks to Danni in a commanding voice that, admirably, only breaks once or twice. "Danni. Why don't you, um, help me out of these wet pants?"

The serving girl nods, an action that releases Matilda's finger from her lips with a wet *pop* as she slinks down in front of the princess. Matilda swallows again, eyes wide as she watches Danni carefully unfasten her breeches and slowly begin to slid them off to reveal long, utterly perfect legs. You suddenly realize that you've never actually seen Matilda fully unclothed and goddamn does she have legs that gives Roan's a run for their money. Your monstrous cock throbs in its agreement, then suddenly flares up in a primal roar as Danni pulls the breeches free from Matilda's feet, causing her legs to lift and reveal the princess's utterly perfect little pussy.

You've broken out into a cold sweat as Danni kneels between Matilda's trembling knees, your hands clenching and unclenching of their own accord. The sweetly slutty serving girl gazes submissively up at the princess, fat lips pursed as she seemingly waits for her instruction. To her credit, Matilda doesn't glance your way once before she wriggles further back into the bed, propping herself up on the headboard and spreading her legs for Danni. The bar maid giggles in delight, climbing up onto the bed with her ass so far in the air that her short skirt has absolutely no chance of concealing her glistening womanhood. She slowly crawls towards Matilda, letting out a coo of excitement when the princess places a shaky hand into her head and guides the serving girl's face down to her waiting lips.

The princess screws her eyes together as Danni slowly begins to lap at her virginal pussy, shoulders tight as she tries to process what she's feeling for the first time. Then Danni's administrations start to get a bit noisier and Matilda gives a full body shudder, her fingers tangling deep into the barmaid's hair as she lets out a surprised moan. Her body can't seem to decide if it wants to go limp or curl itself up around Danni's skillful mouth, the princess's eyes wide as she does her best to hold back shrieks of delight and maintain the sense that she's in charge. For your part, you're very nearly at your boiling point. The scent of liquid female arousal is thick in the air, and you've already popped more than a few of the seams in your utterly overtaxed breeches. The final straw comes when Danni starts to waggle her bubbly ass and exposed pussy in your direction, your hands quickly fumbling to rip off your pants and join in the fun. But to your significant surprise, you're cut off at the pass.

"Stop." You pause, looking up from your attempts to shed your pants to see Matilda favoring you with an imperious gaze, her countenance as cool and regal as it could possibly be mid-orgasm. "I, um, didn't give you permission."

You let the words work their way through you, focusing less on them and more on the way that Matilda seems to relish the fact that you've actually stopped. That she was the one who told you to. Your former ballgown-ed doorstop is finding out all kinds of things about herself, isn't she? You can't help the slow smile that you give the princess, her own spreading across her face in unison. Then Danni lifts her head from Matilda's crotch, her voice pleading. "Oh please, ma'am! Can't he play with us a little? Ple~ase?"

Matilda makes a bit show of considering it, cupping the hopeful looking barmaid's chin in one hand. "Well. Maybe just a little. For now. Now back to work!"

The barmaid's cheer is immediately cut off by Matilda pushing her head down between her legs again, then transforms into a squeal of delight as you sink yourself into her sweltering depths. Matilda lets out a sigh of utter contentment, splaying herself back against the headboard and closing her eyes to simply enjoy the rest of the ride as you and Danni settle into a heavy, near-**** rhythm. Fuck, she's gotten you worked up. It's certainly not what you and Roan do, but you have to admit: Variety is the Spice of Life. Or something. Goddamn it, you're too worked up to think of a proper send-off. Someone else figure it out, you've got business to take care of!