Your pregnant wife

A/N: I'm back. No excuse for my long absence other than my attention and interest going elsewhere.

The trip back to Ostgrenze is a long, tiring affair, and the moment you return you are welcomed by the guards who quickly open the gates for the arrival of your entourage.

As you return to the palace, the servants quickly relieve you of your travel equipment and you quickly walk towards your chambers, where your Axumite wife quickly embraces and kisses you fervently. You notice that her belly is very round - the final stage of pregnancy upon her.

"I missed you so much, my love," Adanech muttered, "The doctors say I am due in two weeks' time."

"I can see that," You replied, fondly stroking her belly, "How have things been in my absence?"

"No change for the time being," Adanech shrugged, "Though it seems the Francois Kingdom has been busy dealing with a civil war and the Papacy struggling to name a new Pope with George XI's ****."

"That so?" You asked.

"Indeed, King Heinrich von Alram," Adanech answered, a fake swagger in her voice, "Perhaps you would not have had anything to do about that?"

"Oh? What makes you think that my dear Adanech Petros?" You questioned.

"Do not forget that your people are also my people; I've heard the news," Adanech pointed out, "Twelve days into your tour, and I heard that King Louis de Montmorency of Francois is constantly fighting battles against Lord Jean-Marc Borque of Coursart. With the war at a stalemate, Francois is not ready to launch an invasion of our country for a number of years. Then Pope George XI is assassinated, supposedly by a rival cardinal, and many in the Papacy are scrambling to name a replacement and find the culprit responsible. Exactly how coincidental can it be when it happens so shortly during your tour?"

You raise an eyebrow at Adanech's words, your lady wife keeping a firm eye on you.

"And, to top it all off, you were away for yet another two whole weeks before you came back," Adanech finished, "And I received news of all this happening two days before your return. Plenty of time to make the necessary preparations beforehand, no?"

You smile and chuckle slightly, "I suppose the game is up; I truly married a wonderful woman, did I not?"

"You deserve only the best, my husband," Adanech smiled as she embraced you, "And right now... I'm feeling really needy."

You need no further invitation; you quickly lock the doors to your bedchambers and help Adanech strip out of her clothes before gently setting her down on the bed, her round belly facing the heavenly sword between your legs. To your pleasant surprise, you see that her pussy is already a leaking waterfall.

"My dear, my tits are aching badly," Adanech points out, jiggling her breasts which were leaking breastmilk, "Mind massaging them for me, please?"

You wordlessly oblige and massage the fleshy globes in your hands. The slightest squeeze caused her nipples to squirt like a fountain, and her soft, delicate moans were music to your ears. Her breasts were as big as the largest apples, but after her pregnancy you suspect they may be as large as melons.

You take a nipple into your mouth and suck on it, and the sweet taste of breastmilk fills your tongue. It was like the sweetest honey mixed with the finest, richest milk - finer than the wines of Francois.

"Time for your greatest reward, my dear," You whisper huskily into her ear.

And in one thrust, you buried yourself waist-deep into her vagina.

She gasped in pleasure as your cock filled her to the brim, twitching greatly at your entry.

"Oh? You came already?"

"Yes, husband. I-I haven't had your cock for months now," Adanech admitted.

"Then let's fuck until you can take no more, shall we?" You suggested.

Adanech's only response was to nod, and you hammered into her hips, taking great care to not harm your unborn child within her womb. You had to admit, the sexual pleasure you felt while fucking your wife was out of this world; perhaps it was a direct effect of her pregnancy and her inability to fuck until her stable period, but her vaginal walls were squeezing you more tightly than before, like a bear's paw trying to crush your cock into a pulp.

And it was not long before you came inside her, painting her womb white. You hope it does not affect your baby.

"Fuck, that was so good..."

You gently lie down beside her, sharing a deep kiss on the lips.