In Which There is Conflict and Then Fucking

As the tavern and the possibly still dog-piling princes fade further behind you, it occurs to you that this is the first real moment of silence you've had since you were...what, transported? Transmuted? Trans...princed into this place? Well, silence isn't exactly right; Roan huffily complains that it should be you riding the stout, shaggy-haired horse and not her (as well as the fact that you opted to put a shirt back on) every mile or so of the well-maintained forest road. The first time you told her you were fine it was a reflex, but you're realizing just how much you actually mean it. You've been keeping pace with the lightly trotting horse for miles now and all you feel is deep satisfaction for the chance to stretch your legs. Besides, you breezily think as you give the furry beast a companionable pat on his flank, why would a horse ride another horse?

Uh, wow. Weird thought. Ignoring that thought.

"I'm just saying, if it starts getting around that you walk everywhere, people will think you're a terrible prince. And terrible princes only have terrible valets! Can you really bear that sort of guilt?!"

"I'm alright."

Roan blows a raspberry at you, then abruptly gives you a little grin. Good Lord this girl can turn on a dime. You can't help but watch with appreciation as she throws up an arm and languidly indulges in a stretch. She really is hot isn't she, fuck. Your enormous dick concurs with a pants-straining twitch. You can almost hear it declaring INDEED, THAT ASS IS A WAR CRIME in the back of your thoughts. When a pair of graceful fingers begin to sensually stroke her bulging belly, you're **** grunt as that hopefully-imagined dick voice boisterously proclaims its approval by shooting a wad of pre down one leg. Your gleefully spectating valet, who's very likely Satan the Devil, flashes you a bright smile in response to the flat look you level at her.

"So!" She exclaims, turning back to face the road before you with an overly dramatic sense of purpose, "What shall the merry band's next adventure be! I am **** to see anything besides another stupid idyllic wood. All these kingdoms have idyllic woods; you'd think someone would have, I don't know, idyllic steppes or something."

You finish slipping your boots off as you consider her question, starting to rummage through the saddlebags for a less flooded pair of leggings.

"Well, there's the castle. The princess?"

Roan looks back at you, chunky eyebrows scrunched together in surprise. "What, really? Are you serious?"

You're not quite where this is going, but nevertheless you nod as you continue rifling through the bags. Doing whatever this thing is with whoever this princess is is the only real direction you have so far, after all, and besides, it would feel wrong to leave anyone to the likes of Prince Beardy. Fuck, do you have a second pair of pants? How many hats (and all the same hat, too) did Roan pack in this thing.

Roan scoffs a bit, though she sounds uncharacteristically unsure of herself as she waves a hand in the air. "Well, but...I mean, you heard what that prick said, right? Frail? Scrawny? Almost died in childbirth?"

"Are we following what he says now?"

Roan reddens a touch, frowning. "What, no; it's just...look, even an asshole clock is right twice a day, isn't it? I asked around; all of that stuff he said is true. She's absolutely a delicate little flower. Like, the delicate-est."

This is weird. Oh awesome, pants. You start to drop trou, giving the girl a look. "So what?"

Roan seems at a loss for words at that. As she waves her arms around in a deeply off-aim attempt to communicate her thoughts, you can't help but notice that she's unknowingly released some of a boob from the unlaced neck of her tunic. Dick Voice chortles in appreciation, momentarily stymieing your attempts to get out of your egregiously stained pants.

"I, but, that's...she's not your type, you always-! You're suppose to-! And why her I mean I ALWAYS have to.....hmph! Hmph!" She folds her arms over her chest and quickly turns away from you, which is probably for the best if you were ever going to stop starting at that perky breast. "Fine," she clips poutily, "let's go and get the little princess I guess you want so bad."

Wasn't this the girl who was cheerleading your extracurricular boning, like, just this morning? "Are you jealous?"

"NO!" She pulls off her cap and smacks you the top of your head with it, turning an even deeper red when she sees you starting to smile at her. "Stop smiling; this is a fight; we're fighting!"

How fucked up is it that you're hard as a rock right now? "Why are we fighting?"

"Because, because-!...hmph!" She whirls away from you again, but not fast enough for you to miss her soft little sniff. Your heart gives a giant thump in your chest, and not just because your elephant cock is trying to horde all of your blood. Roan is your only friend here so far, maybe your only friend here at all. She's funny, she's gorgeous, and even though you're pretty confident you weren't technically around to cause that tremendous swell in her tummy, you can't look at it without knowing implicitly that it is yours. You can't just let a girl like that sit on a horse and try to act angry while doing her damnedest not to cry.

She half-hearted resists at first when you lift her off of the horse, muttering a half-baked line about someone being the prince of the oxen and having a cock for a brain. Gradually, though, she drapes either arm alongside your neck and wraps her long legs around the small of your back, her pert bottom cradled in your powerful arms and her pregnant belly snuggled between you. She reluctantly looks up to meet your gaze, her chestnut eyes quivering as she fails to hold back another sniff. "You always tease me."

You always tease her? You'd annoyed if that hadn't been so heartfelt, and if she wasn't so goddamned cute. You have to smile a bit as you lean your head down to press your foreheads together. "I'm sorry."

She sniffs louder, then smiles ruefully. "You're not going to marry some stupid princess and forget all about me, are you?" You shake your head 'no', her smile widening a touch as she sniffs again. It might have been because of your response, or it might have been because you've started to ease her pants down. Either way, she presses the subject. "Do you promise?"

"Roan...", you start as you carefully expose the girl's round butt to the cold forest air, "I swear it." Do you really? "Don't you know how much you mean to me?" Fuck, how much DOES she mean to you? How are you feeling this way already? Roan makes a sound of pleasure as you run a hand along a creamy thigh, her eyes going heavy as your dick lodges itself between the two of you. "You will always be my..."

Your what? Valet? Lover? Best friend? You're discovering more and more that while you know nothing about this world and who you are within it, at an almost primal level you don't control, you understand the broad strokes of what's truly important. It's like someone whispered the cliffnotes of how to be Prince Horsedick to you while you were sleeping or something, resulting in some unexpected-yet-familiar insights. And that's why you can be still shocked even as you confidently whisper the end of that thought into Roan's ear, all while slowly pushing into her waiting folds.

"...broodmare."

Roan has to bite her lip to **** back her gasp of pure animal lust at that, immediately squeezing her arms around your head as she grabs two handfuls of your hair and tries to **** her way as far down onto your throbbing dick as she can. You don't let her though, muscles rippling as you slowly work the knocked-up, now needily wailing girl down your seemingly endless shaft. Her soaking, swollen pussy is plush as anything you've ever felt even as it grips you ravenously, desperately working to pull you up into its fertile depths. You bottom out inside of her, the girl pounding her head into your chest as she screams in a mixture of victory and pleasure, and you're struck by the fact that, for the first time since you woke up in that chair, you feel like you're at home.

The pooling heat bubbling up inside your groin makes it clear you aren't going to last long, but you doubt Roan will care. She seems to be stuck in a state of near constant orgasm as you carry her around in a little circle, the two of you desperately humping away at one another. She whimpers and whines as your massive balls slap between your thighs and her ass, pleading with you to fuck her harder as your immense shaft plunders her sweltering passage. She begs you to kiss her and you oblige, pulling your lips together in a hungry embrace even as she manages to use her weight to **** your back against a tree. She starts using her powerful thighs to fuck you rather than the other way around, gasping into your mouth with every shuddering thrust. She breaks the kiss with a hiss, her eyes wild as she pressed her face direct next to yours.

"Give me everything...Don't let me ever be empty again..."

She presses your hand tightly to her ripe stomach, and you lose it. What you thought had been the orgasm to end the world earlier with Tits Freck-, er, Hana turns out to have just been a preview performance, your churning balls gushing a tidal wave crashing into Roan's eager pussy. She latches her legs around you even tighter, clutching herself to your body with all her strength as she rides out your mammoth ejaculation with a warbling moan of delight. You're just barely cognizant enough to be impressed that not a single drop escapes her ravenous womb. Fuck, this girl.

When your cock finally gives its final twitch, you're ready to admit that for the first time you're a bit out of breath. Roan seems positively refreshed for her part, sliding off of you with a sigh of contentment before giving your spent member a proud pat. "Well, I'm convinced. Let's go and get you a dainty little flower." She wriggles her leggings back up over her bubbly bottom, giggling as you groggily try to pull your fresh pair on. She swings back up onto the thoroughly blase horse, giving her doubly filled stomach a happy rub before flipping you an impish grin. "You're good to walk, right? I've always said princes should walk more; it would do wonders for your stamina."

Christ. You're pretty sure you're in love.