In Which There Are Feelings and Then Fucking

The coach house is relatively empty, so there is no trouble securing a pair of rooms for the night. Your host, a sturdily stout old woman with a pleasant air of matronly hospitality, seems to take personal offense at how slender Matilda is and will not stop ladling her more and more stew, the princess too polite to refuse but steadily reaching critical stew levels. On the other hand Roan, who looks like she could easily chop a pile of firewood while breastfeeding a pair of babies in spite of her bulging stomach, is met with such a beaming look of utter approval that your normally puckish valet can do little more than sit bashfully with a bowl of stew while the landlady coos and clucks over her like she's a beloved granddaughter carrying her namesake in her belly. You suppose grandmas are weak against Roan's Type.

You're so lulled by the combination of hospitality and comfort food that you lose track of the time, and when the landlady announces that its time for her old bones to go to bed, Roan and the princess are yawning a bit as well. So you bid the cheerful old woman goodnight and escort your companions to the rooms, bidding Matilda goodnight as well before starting into the room you share with Roan.

You've already kicked off your boots and let your cloak drop to the floor, working on unfastening your tunic when you realize that Roan is still standing just inside the doorframe. You turn to see the girl looking quite unsure as she stands there, eyes downcast as she timorously presses two fingers together. "Was...was it true what you said? About Erin? Or were you just teasing me more."

She really does think you're always teasing her, doesn't she. "It's true."

She lifts her chin, seeming a bit defiant. "Well what about the groundskeeper's daughter?"

"Nope."

She sniffles softly. "Lady Melinda?"

"I don't think I ever met her?"

"Then Ellie, the cook's apprentice!"

Ellie....you're recalling a buxom little thing with the cutest dimples. "Yes, but not before. You were there for that."

"O-oh yeah, right." Roan shifts in place a bit, staring down at the floor. When she finally looks up, you can't miss that her chestnut eyes are a little watery. "I was really your first?"

You move back to where Roan still stands at the doorway, hooking your hands around her waist. "I thought you said that sort of thing doesn't matter as much as the books let on?" Maybe you do tease her a little.

She pouts a bit, raising her arms to drape them over your shoulders. "It doesn't. I mean, I thought it didn't, anymore...it mattered to me a lot, once."

"Yeah?"

Roan nods. "When I was younger I wanted it to be like that so much...you'd finally notice me, and you'd fall in love with me, and you'd just be mine forever. When I thought that other girls had gotten to you before I could, well, I...I thought that meant none of it would come true. I was crushed."

You pull your lover into your chest, her fertile belly a comforting weight against your stomach as she shifts her arms down around your back and thoughtfully cuddles her cheek against your chest. "But then we did get together, and we did fall in love, and it didn't feel any less real, or important, than I'd hoped it would. It made me think about how I felt, what I really wanted out of us...I realized that I didn't want to lock you up in some castle bedroom. To hide you away in a trophy case, where only I could admire you. My prince is a man no other can compare to, so why try to hide it? Why not let every woman in the world know it?"

You are very aware that Roan has slipped a leg between yours and is deftly massaging your enormous cock with her thigh.

"You're not some show pony to keep in the stables, trotting you out only for a bit of dressage. Oh no, my prince is the stud of all studs, and I'd prove it by the swathe of growing bellies that trails behind us. You are the biggest, strongest, most virile stallion in the world, and out of all your conquests I am your perfect, most fecund mare, swelling up again and again, over and over as a testament to just how goddamn ripe we are. Let those other noblewomen live their fairy tales. We're going to live out a smuttier story, and I say our lives are richer for it."

She lifts up on her tiptoes, giving you a tender kiss. She pulls back after a moment, her eyes still a bit watery but a radiant smile on her face. "But it did matter to me then. And I guess it still matters a little to me now."

You quickly scoop Roan up into your arms, one of the girl's hands already loosening your pants even as her other slips down to wrap around your rapidly engorging cock. "It sounds like both of your dreams came true, in the end. That seems like a fairy tale to me."

Roan rolls her eyes, but you can tell she's deeply pleased. "Don't ruin this, dummy."

You chuckle as you put a foot to the side of the bed, pushing it towards the side of the room. Roan gives you a questioning look as you repeat your efforts, the bed soon pressed flush again the wall. She doesn't seem to care anymore as you slowly lower her to the bed and begin pulling down her breeches, but you decide to whisper down to her anyway. "The walls of the rooms seem pretty thin, but I thought we'd best make certain Matilda can hear us."

Roan hisses at that, immediately taking two handfuls of your hair and pulling you down to stare into her wildly passionate eyes. "Fuck me right now you goddamn rutting be-east~!"

Her demand twists into a wail of animal passion as you sink into her dripping depths, the girl clearly putting on a show for your next door neighbor. She loudly groans and babbles as you kiss your way down her neck, thrusting in time with her writhing hips. She endlessly praises your skill, and how big you are, and how stuffed she is; you know it's all for the benefit of Matilda, but frankly your tolerance for dirty talk from Roan is pretty low. Still, got to make certain this is a good showing. You shift through a half dozen positions, finally winding up with Roan straddling you as you flood her pussy with your fountain of cum, the girl all but screaming in fulfillment as you possessively fondle her belly.

She collapses down on your chest, the two of you happily panting as she plants a deliriously content little kiss on your nose. You lay entwined together, slowly drifting off to sleep, but you aren't so far gone that you miss the faint but unmistakable little gasp of pleasure that rings out and is stifled far too late. Roan clearly doesn't miss it either, the girl drowsily chuckling as she tucks her head against your chest and begins to nod off with you still buried deep inside of her.

Not, you note as you too drift off, that you'd have it any other way.