Roan and Lottie Have a Chat

Roan accepts the mug of tea from Lottie with a murmur of thanks, patting the bench beside her before taking a grateful sip. "So you were saying, this was your parents' farm?"

Lottie nods, sitting down besides Roan as she lightly stirs her own cup. "After mom passed, I came back from the village to help dad as best I could. His heart just wasn't in it anymore though; he was gone before the year was out."

Roan makes a sympathetic noise, patting the farmgirl on the knee. "And you decided to stay?"

She sighs, running a finger along the rim of her tea. "I guess so. I had always thought it would be temporary, but...I don't know. I suppose I felt like I couldn't abandon what my parents built for each other. Or maybe I just didn't know what else to do with myself." Lottie gives a drawn out shrug, smiling sheepishly. "It's not the life I imagined, but it's not a bad one, most days."

Roan nods over another sip, the two women falling quiet for a moment as they watch you pushing the plow in the distance. At length, Roan speaks. "I must say, though, I'm surprised you're here all by yourself. I'd have thought the men around here would be lined up around the corner for a pretty woman like you. Or are their heads as far up their asses in the farmlands as they are in castles?"

Lottie laughs at that, snorting a little before she can help herself. "I mean, I'm pretty sure I cut the average age around here in half when I moved down; it's nothing but tough old couples for miles." Her laugh turns into a wistful side, a bit of a far-off look entering her eyes. "There was a boy before, back in the village, but...eh, well. He'd mostly forgotten about me even before I moved down here. I can't imagine he's been lighting a candle for me."

"Right, so just as far up their asses."

Lottie laughs again, giving Roan a warm look. She sets aside her tea for the moment, drumming her fingers against her knees as she seems to struggle with something. Roan takes a long sip from her cup, giving the farmgirl a toying look before she finally chuckles and coming to her rescue.

"You want to ask about me and the prince."

The embarrassed-yet-relieved looking farmer lets out a breath, nodding as she turns to look back out to where you tend to her field. "So, the two of you are, ah, together, then?"

Roan quirks an eyebrow, pointedly sticking out her tremendously pregnant belly. "I should think so."

Lottie laughs awkwardly. "Right, I wasn't sure if, ah, right." She anxiously plays with her ponytail, glancing down at your valet's prominent bulge. "May I, um..."

Roan beams, setting her tea down and scooting closer to Lottie. "Of course!"

The farmgirl grins happily and carefully places her hands on top of Roan's overstuffed tummy, eliciting a hum of pleasure from the knocked-up girl. "I have to say I'm a little jealous," Lottie admits, gently running her fingers along Roan's stomach, "I always thought I'd have started a family by now, but it just..didn't work out. Ah!"

She looks up at Roan in delight when she feels a solid thump from the girl's stomach, Roan frowning in mock irritation. "I swear it's like having a stampede in your womb, some days. The prince and his stupid giant babies."

Lottie giggles at that, growing a bit bolder as she lightly pressed the side of her head to Roan's belly. "He seems like a good man, though. And, um, very handsome too..." She trails off for a moment before finding her footing again. "Anyways, how excited you must be! Your first child!"

Roan scoffs as she begins to lightly stroke the top of Lottie's head. "Oh, honey. This is my and the prince's third child."

Lottie gives a start at that, though the combination of Roan's caresses and the warm, comforting presence of her fertile swelling seem have a lulling effect on the farmgirl. "Third? But you're so...I mean, you couldn't be more than..."

Your very pregnant valet give a dreamy sigh, running her hands comfortingly down Lottie's side. By now the young woman is fully curled up against Roan, head nestled in her lap. "I know, isn't it lovely? Since I came of age, how long do you imagine I've been without a baby inside me? In total?" She drops her voice down to a hush when she feels Lottie give a small shake of her head. "Less than a day."

Lottie lets out a breath at that, though to Roan's insightful ear the faint presence of a moan was unmistakable. Smiling like the cat who's caught the canary, the girl indulges in another sip of tea as Lottie quietly cuddles up to her tummy. They both gaze out at where you work the field, pushing the plow through the earth as easily as if it was powdery snow. As if on cue, you choose that moment to pull off your sweaty tunic, muscles glistening proudly in the late-afternoon sun. Roan's smile curls up even further as Lottie gives a small but not quite quiet enough gasp. She bides her time, however, remaining blissfully silent until Lottie coughs lightly, then hesitantly speaks up.

"The, ah...fashion from your kingdom is, um...interesting, I must say. The prince's codpiece...?"

Roan gives another dreamy sigh at that, kissing her fingers and patting them affectionately to Lottie's cheek. "Oh, honey. That is not a codpiece." The farmgirl gives a small gulp, and no **** in existence could have kept Roan from noticing her new friend carefully squeezing her legs together. Roan drops her voice again, her caressing fingers beginning to wander a bit more sensually along Lottie's inviting form. "Do you think the prince and I might spend the night? We would be ever so grateful..."

"Um..", Lottie tries to collect her thoughts as she continues to slowly squeeze her thighs, "...Okay."

Roan gives a cry of delight, gently lifting up Lottie to pull the farmgirl into a hug. "Thank you! And of course, for such a generous host, we'd be more than happy to share anything we have with you!" She tilts her head, breathing into Lottie's ear. "Anything at all."

Lottie's only response is to swallow and squeeze her thighs together some more.