A (Sexy?) Conversation About Volume and Capacity

When you first struck out on the road, wandering more or less blindly from a smutty Terry Pratchett Knock Off tavern with the enormously pregnant girl you desperately loved and had never met before, the amount of luggage your horse was loaded down with seemed to imply you'd been on a very, very long journey. Since then you've discovered no, not really the case. The pair of medium-ish trunks that contain everything you'd need for an indefinite amount of time prove that it's just lighter packing when someone doesn't need to bring along enough hats for a good-sized army.

It doesn't escape you that it's lighter packing that you did entirely by yourself either. You cast a sidelong eye towards Roan, your sporadically erstwhile valet stretched out on the bed. Not that you really expected her to do it herself; that whole deal is clearly just the most respectable arrangement for traveling with your nobly born, perpetually pregnant sort-of wife on her insane quest to breed you with the entire world. But it is odd that the normally garrulous young woman has been content to simply observe as you go about preparing for your trip, watching you contently as she lightly strokes her still trim stomach.

"I'm all packed up, then."

Roan responds with a distracted little nod, her expression a bit unfocused. She's still quiet as you move the luggage to the floor and slip onto the bed beside her, the girl shifting to nestle her head in the crook of your arm and drape herself over your broad chest.

"Something on your mind, Roan?"

She shrugs a little, tilting her head up to favor you with a warm smile. "Not really."

It doesn't escape you that she's begun toying with your immense bulge. "That would be a first."

She sticks her tongue out at you as she slips her clever fingers down your pants, expertly wrapping them around the base of your rapidly engorging dick. "Oh, I don't know. I was just thinking about how-"

A knock at the door cuts that line of thought off, Roan's immediately impish eyes darting up at you as she finishes fishing out your half-hard elephant cock and calls out pleasantly, "Come ii~in!"

The very real possibility that Roan is Satan, the Devil strikes you for what must be the twentieth time.

It's hardly a surprise when Matilda bustles into your room, the slender princess bright-eyed and distracted as she rifles through the oversized travel bag she's carrying. Does she really not notice the massive dick being strokes directly at her? Matilda seems to take packing very seriously. "Roan, I was gathering my clothes and I wondered if eep!"

Roan looks like the cat that's caught the canary as she flutters her eyelashes up at the rapidly reddening princess. "Oh, Tildy! Hiiii~! I didn't realize it was you; I'm so sorry!"

Not sorry enough to stop jerking you off, though, much to the rumbling appreciation of your heavy groin. Matilda does her best to stammer out an apology, but before she can turn on her heels and flee Roan lets out a dramatic sigh. "But oh, I just wanted to give the prince a little goodbye before you two left! I get so worried that he'll be lonesome; you know, he's such a shy boy when I'm not around!"

Matilda shifts nervously, dreadfully embarrassed. Though you have enough experience by now to know that the flush that's reached her ears is not just from mortification. It looks like she's not going to flee either; this is a huge amount of progress from where she was when you first met her. Or corruption. Pretty much the same thing. Either way, it's damned impressive that she's able to speak at all. "Oh, w-well, I'll, um, I'll be there to, ah, keep h-him company..."

Roan lets out a gasp as she flips up to sit at the edge of the bed, her artful grip on your throbbing shaft pulling you up with her. "Matilda! Why, I...are you suggesting that you see to the prince's...needs?!"

You can practically see Matilda's heat beating in her chest as she struggles to find a response. Roan luxuriates in it for a long moment before she gives the princess a soothing coo, extending an arm in her direction. The girl starts forwards hesitantly, clearly under the effects of flight or fuck syndrome. You're admirably calm for a man getting a hand job in front of a literal princess, if you do say so yourself, enabling you to meet Matilda's wide chocolate eyes when she glances your way. Her breath catches in her chest as your gazes meet, the girl forcing herself to pull her eyes away.

Which brings her staring directly at your straining manhood, precum already beading down your girthy length. Matilda's eyes go even wider, audibly gulping as she gropes blindly for Roan's hand. She's so distracted that she doesn't notice that your lover sneakily bypasses her hand and presses her hand to the princess's tummy instead. Matilda can only let out a warbling moan as Roan sensuously glides her fingers down the girl's stomach, giving the girl a devilish wink before deftly snaking her hand up her skirt. You can't see precisely what she's doing under there, but the earthy scent of female arousal that's suddenly filled the room is certainly not just from Roan.

The three of you stay there for a moment, you and Matilda connected by the gleeful Roan, only interrupted by the princess's poorly stifled whimpers, an occasional grunt from you and the increasingly wet schlick of Roan's busy fingers. At length, Roan clears her throat officiously and adopts a serious tone. "Now Tildy. You are such a sweetheart for offering, but let me show you something." She gives your dick a long, massaging pull that sends your balls churning, eventually taking hold of your pulsating cockhead so she may professorially present your entire length to Matilda. Fuck, have you ever been this hard? "Have you ever seen a penis before, Tildy? I mean, besides the prince's?"

Matilda's eyes flutter as she gives a little shake 'no'.

Roan smiles and continues on. "But you know they're not usually this-" she breaks off to give you an undulating pump that sends a streamer of pre big enough for most men's full loads splattering to the ground, "-...impressive, right?"

The princess can't stop herself from responding. "I, I guess..."

Your lover gives a rich chuckle, carefully pulling Matilda closer with the teasing hand between her legs. "It's just wonderful, isn't it? So nice and, mmm..." She leans over long enough to suck your delighted head into her mouth, swirling around you with her tongue as she impishly looks up at her intensely flustered friend. You can only sit there, digging your thick fingers into the bedding until she pops off of your cock, coquettishly running a finger across her lower lip before continuing on. "...Manly. He's like all the best parts of a dozen boys piled up into one big, lovely boy. Don't you think?"

Matilda can only slowly nod, her girlish little nipples visibly poking through her dress. By now, Roan has pulled her flush to the bed, and she finds herself standing directly between your powerful legs.

Roan holds you there for a moment, then lets out another sigh. "Unfortunately, that can be a problem, too. You're such a treasure, Tildy, but I don't think that...welllll, maybe I should just show you." With that, she takes hold of your cockhead again and carefully presses your massive dick against her trembling stomach. Matilda gasps in what could only be excitement, but it doesn't escape any of you that your length goes from the petite princess's groin to well beyond her navel, and your thickness easily surpasses the delta her slender hips provides.

Sexy is sexy, but there's simply no fitting ten pounds of cock in a half-pound pussy.

Roan sighs again, eloquently shrugging her shoulders. "Oh well. There's no use crying over stupidly huge dicks, right? The prince can find entertainment well enough -", she shoots you a coy look, "and I expect at least three very spicy stories when I meet up with you again," she grins back up at Matilda, "buuut, if you the two of you want to just play a little...I'm sure the princess could handle that. Isn't that right, Tildy?"

Matilda's response is to gasp out in orgasm, climaxing against Roan's artful hand as your lover's probing thumb finally pushes you over the edge as well, long ropes of cum jetting straight up into the air to splatter back down over all three of you. And the bed. And all of the luggage.

Three things are for certain. You and Matilda are going to be getting much closer on your duo trip. You are both going to have to pack all over again. And you are going to desperately miss Roan.