And Now Two Thousand Words of Plowing

The sun has mostly set by the time you've finished tilling the fields, and you have to admit you feel pretty good about yourself. Didn't you get, like, a C- in Home Ec? Farming is sort of the same thing, right? Either way, you're more than willing to consider this a thumb square in Ms Tillinger's beady little eye. Lottie certainly seems to think you did a good job, the farmgirl grinning from ear to ear as she and Roan approach with a jug of water.

"Are you really already finished? This always took me at least a couple days to do, even when I could hire some help!"

You can't help but grin a bit yourself as you give a congenial shrug, which as far as you can tell is Prince Horsedick's primary form of communication. After, you know. Raw dogging it. You take a big gulp from the pitcher, shooting a wry look Roan's way. "Think I have a future as a farmer?"

Your valet gives you a big thumbs up. "I'll start tracking down a giant pair of overalls for you immediately." Lottie giggles at that, though she quiets rather quickly as you lift the jug and douse your shirtless frame with the rest of the water. She opens her mouth, making a game effort at forming words as you accept Roan's proffered cloth and begin to wipe down your glistening body, your muscles even more swollen and prominent from the hours of intense physical labor. Unable to deal with the scene you've presented her with, she opts to turn on her heels and double time it back to the cottage while mumbling something about supper.

Unstrapping your horse from the plow, you glance over at Roan. Why does she look like she's won first prize at the carnival? It's a sight that fills your mind with unease even as it fills your suddenly churning balls with anticipation. Your swollen valet adopts a look of total innocence and hooks her arm through yours, pressing herself affectionately to your side. "So, we're staying the night."

You cock an eyebrow, while your cock gives a twitch that threatens to pop the seams of your pants. "Oh?"

"Uh-huh~," Roan purrs as she begins leading you towards the cottage. Your stomach growls; dinner does sound pretty good after what was probably more manual work than you've ever done before in your life.

"Shouldn't I put a shirt on?"

"Don't you fucking dare."

Dinner is quite pleasant, the realization that you hadn't actually eaten a thing since you were sent here striking you with a vengeance. Lottie seems a touch ashamed by the simple table she set at first, a bubbling pot of thick stew and a few large loaves of fresh bread, but that quickly changes into embarrassed pleasure when you and Roan tuck in with aplomb. That too changes into faint shock when she realizes exactly how much food the two of you can put away. You're a little surprised yourself that Roan is capable of keeping up, but if anything she puts it away even more ravenously than you do. Is there any truth to that whole "Eating for Two" thing? Ms Tillinger would know. Fucking Ms Tillinger.

Once she's over her initial shock, however, Lottie seems more than happy to indulge your superhuman eating, producing more bread, fresh fruit and several jars of jam. Roan does most of the talking (all of it, in fact), delightedly praising everything the farmgirl brings to the table while you nod in deep agreement. You can't help but notice that your valet is even more touchy-feely than normal, apparently unwilling to keep her hands off of you as she frequently runs her fingers across your broad chest and down your rippling stomach whenever not occupied by shoving food into her mouth. This should make you uncomfortable, right? Because it sure as hell doesn't. If anything you're as comfortable as you've ever been, the combination of hearty food, the warm cottage and your lover's caressing fingers lulling you into a state of utter contentment.

You're so relaxed that when Roan claps her hands together and announces that you really should be getting to bed, you don't notice or even particularly mind when you stand up with a half-erect cock. Lottie makes a little noise and covers her mouth, eyes utterly out of her control as they keep darting down to scope out your straining bulge. Roan leads you away with a pleased smile, prettily wishing Lottie a good night as she pushes you into a small nearby room. It must be Lottie's old room, cozy and comfortable with a thankfully stout-looking bed. You gingerly lower yourself down onto it, the bed's frame creaking but staying put. Convinced it isn't going to collapse underneath you, you set about taking off your boots. There's a complaint you've got about this world: a serious lack of sole technology.

Roan quickly sheds her clothes and pulls on what looks like a thin undershirt of yours, the airy thing easily passing for a sleeping gown on her. You can't help but notice that she seems a bit antsy about something, the girl bouncing on her feet in a way that sends her pert boobs bobbing merrily within your shirt. Usually she'd be all over you by now; you're fairly certain you can even smell a touch of liquid arousal on her. Is she biding her time for something? Your confusion deepens when she hisses in disapproval when you start to pull off your leggings, quickly hiking them back up and poking a finger into your chest.

"Give it a second, will you?", she whispers, "She's shy!"

Uh, what? Roan's scolding look turns to one of glee, however, when there is a hesitant knock on the door so quiet that you barely heard it at all. Grinning ear to ear, she scrambles up behind you on the bed and rests her head on one of your broad shoulders, arms draped across your chest and swollen belly snuggled against your back as she calls out musically "Come ii~nn!"

The door cracks, holds for a long moment, and then slowly creaks open just wide enough for Lottie to bashfully squeeze her way through. She's changed into a simple cotton dressing gown, her long blonde hair loose around her shoulders, and you're struck again that she is a damned good looking woman. Her surprisingly large breasts wobble as she shifts her weight nervously, totally incongruous with her otherwise lithe, highly-toned body. It's like someone took the best parts of an underwear model and jammed them onto a track star; is there a single bad-looking woman in this entire world? Roan gives a cry of surprise that is utterly unconvincing as Lottie awkwardly stands in the doorway. "Oh, Lottie~!" What? Who else could it be? "Please come in, come in! This is your house after all!"

Roan extends an arm to Lottie, the other languidly running its way down your stomach as she waves for the farmgirl to come closer. You're reminded of someone trying to entice a skittish doe with a handful of dried corn, Lottie taking a few halting steps forward at a time as Roan coos and encourages her. Is there something you should be doing here? Roan must have felt you shift because the answer is clearly "no", judging by the way she nudges you in the side with her knee. Fair enough. At length, Lottie finds that she's been drawn to the very edge of the bed, nearly in your lap as Roan all but presents you for the girl's approval. "Well now, this is much cozier, isn't it? What can we do for you, Lottie?

The girl clears her throat. "I, ah, just wanted to see if, if you were comfortable? Or, um, needed...needed anything?"

You instinctively understand that this is your cue. "Is there anything you need, Lottie?"

Her breath catches as she raises her eyes to look at you, pale blue eyes trembling with...what, nervousness? Need? She starts to haltingly say something about you being her guest before she realizes she has been slowly raising her hands, quivering fingers reaching out for your sculpted chest. She freezes, eyes wide, until Roan's husky purr brings her back. "It's okay, Lottie. You can touch if you want."

The girl's eyes flit from you up to Roan, then back to you as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Then, perhaps sensing that she was crossing a line that could not be uncrossed, she lightly lays her hands upon your chest. The tension visibly melts from her body as she slowly begins to explore the herculean form this world saw fit to bestow upon you, though her flush has begun to overtake her cheeks and the top of her chest. As her perky little nipples begin to make themselves plain through the thin material of her dressing gown, Roan reaches out to run a graceful, teasing finger down her cheek. "Oh, poor Lottie...you've been so alone here, haven't you?"

The farmgirl nods slowly, eyes a touch unfocused as she carefully traces her fingers around your chiselled abs.

"Those long nights on alone on the farm...but you're not a little farmgirl, are you Lottie? You're a grown woman. With needs."

Lottie's nipples visibly throb as you carefully bring your hand up to the small of her back, the girl all but melting in your arms as you gently cradle her against your chest.

"And that stupid village boy. Letting a woman like you pine away all by herself? He'll never know what he was missing." Lottie whimpers as Roan brushes a finger across her lips, the girl delicately opening her mouth to nibble at the delighted valet's digit. Why does all of this feel so familiar? You somehow know exactly what you're meant to be doing right now. Namely, you deftly untie the belt of her gown to allow the girl to press her heaving breasts and fit body against you.

You feel Roan snake a clever hand down your pants, gripping the thick base of your shaft as she goes in for the kill. "Your village boy...was he...big?"

Lottie dazedly looks up from where her face rubbed against your chest to hesitantly nod.

"Oh? Was he this big?" Roan slowly slides out about a third of your member as Lottie looks on in awe, her eyes fluttering. At length she nods, though she seems unsure of herself.

"Was he thiiis big?" She exposes more than enough meaty cock to make any man overly proud, though all three of you know full well this is still only the tip of the dickberg. Lottie's mouth is slightly agape now as she shakes her head 'no', reaching out to gingerly touch where your stomach and manhood meet. Whether she realizes it or not, the girl has begun slowly humping your leg.

"Then I guess he couldn't have been this big, huh Lottie?" Roan finally releases the rest of your still half-hard cock, allowing it to flop massively against your thigh. Lottie's hand freezes at the top of your groin until your valet gently puts her hand atop hers, carefully sliding it down to wrap her hand around as much of your girth as she can manage. As she begins to carefully jerk you off, you've worked your hand between her legs,and Lottie gasps prettily when your knuckles squish against her quivering pussy.

You remained locked together like that for a moment, Lottie taking increasingly hungry strokes on your dick while your fingers turn her slit from dripping to drenched. All the while Roan goads you both on, writhing against your back as she coos her approval and encouragement. You can't help but grunt as Lottie brings you fully erect, your elephantine penis prodding insistently into the girl's stomach even as she begins to gasp, shuddering wetly around your probing hand. You feel a teasing bite on your earlobe, and then Roan hisses into your ear.

"Take her."

You immediately slip the hand that teases Lottie's folds around her thigh, cradling her steadily in your other arm as you flip her around. Her delighted giggle transforms into a moan of need as she finds herself sprawled out on the her childhood bed, one leg hooked against your shoulder and both hands bracing herself against your unyielding chest. All the while Roan has deftly remained clinging to your back, your overstuffed lover grinding gleefully against your back as her hands continue to roam across your torso. Lottie begins to pant as you purposefully drag your the bulbous head of your cock through her spasming delta, making yourself slick with the girl's own prodigious lubrication. Satisfied that you're sufficiently greased, and utterly unable to wait a second longer, you line yourself up with Lottie's ecstatic pussy and begin to adamantly push yourself in.

Lottie's pants quickly melt into a wail of undisguised lust as you slowly sink into her, the girl's eyes wild as she claws at the bedding beneath her. You can't blame her, you're still surprised at exactly how long it takes to go from the tip of your monster cock to the base, and the fucking thing is attached to you. She gasps as she feels your huge nuts slap weightily against her lush bottom, then gasps again as she realizes she managed to take the whole thing. You pause, balls churning as you give her a moment to adjust to the sheer amount of dick embedded within her already shuddering pussy. You smile slightly, Roan chuckling over your shoulder. "You're alright?"

Lottie releases her handful of sheets and takes hold of you, pulling you down into her proudly plump bosom as she begins to desperately rock her hips against you. "Fuck me you goddamn ox!" You don't need anymore encouragement than that as you begin to pound away at the farmgirl, triumphantly burying your face as deeply as you can into her wildly jiggling breasts. Roan has worked her way over your shoulder, one hand twined into your hair even as the other pulls the nosily cumming Lottie into a ravenous kiss. Your valet humps against your back in time with your thrusts, almost as if she's setting the pace of your fucking. Goddamn, it's not like she's doing that, she doing absolutely that! It's like Roan is actually somehow fucking Lottie with you as a sort of big-dicked proxy.

In that instant you're struck with a series of images, Prince Horsedick's memories flooding through your fuck-obsessed brain one after another. In all of them, younger versions of you and Roan are tangled with a dizzying succession of women, your eternally-pregnant valet wrapped around you in primal delight as she urges you to breed a seemingly endless line of wildly enthusiastic partners. You realize that in a very real sense Roan gets off on putting you out to stud, and in that moment your balls declare that they have had enough for today.

Lottie can't seem to decide if she wants to babble giddy praises or simply groan in unbelieving satisfaction as you begin shooting your tremendous load as deeply as you possibly can into her, Roan all but cackling in delight as she messily orgasms on your back. You stay locked like that for long, quaking moments as your eruption gushes on and on, and then collapse down beside the exhausted-yet-glowing Lottie. The three of you lie there atop the admirably sturdy bed, panting and laughing in an affectionate heap.

You hope the princess is ready for you. Because this shit is intense.