Being Useful, Helpful, Thoughtful, and Other Things That End in -ful

Apparently, getting reminded that he's still supposed to be working, and that the noblewoman he was just shagging might be even slightly uncomfortable is more than enough to get Reggie to jump right out of bed. That he makes a ridiculously cute "Eep!" as he does so is just gravy, in your opinion. As he sets about gathering up towels, washcloths, a washbasin, and a pitcher of water from where they were concealed around the room, you mentally struggle with the urge to just lie there, and stare at his cute little ass while he cleans up the room. But, no, you're not that kind of gal.

With a sigh, you carefully sit up and take a damp washcloth from your lover, and start trying to clean up the truly massive amount of spunk splattered across your body. Not an easy task, as you find out. Holy hell is this stuff thick! Was Princess-you really, really backed up, or is this just something you're going to have to live with? Well, there are worse problems to have, you suppose. Once you finish cleaning up your own body, you get up and set to helping Reggie clean the rest of the mess.

The fact that you're actually helping him clean up seems to shock your boytoy. After a moment where he seems about to turn your help down, he just gulps, hands you another clean washcloth, and goes back to cleaning. Huh. He really is a sweetie, isn't he? Or, y'know, he just doesn't want to try and tell a Princess no. Probably both, really.

Well! As it turns out, the mess wasn't really that bad! You stand up straight, feet a shoulder-width apart, and rest your hands on your wide hips. The effect of your Heroic Pose is slightly detracted from by the fact that you're still bare-ass naked, and that the mighty foe you conquered was your own sexual mess, but regardless! As it turns out, the majority of the mess ended up on you, with only a little dribbling off your body onto the bed. As you feel something dribbling down your inner thigh, you mentally amend that to: on you, or in you. You quickly wipe that up, too, then start to get dressed.

Reggie, who had been working in silence, and has now pulled on his trousers, looks over at you as you pull on your top, the rough fabric stimulating your nipples in a surprisingly pleasant way. "Err, my Lady-" he starts to say, before he breaks off and stares at you. You stare at him in turn, waiting for him to continue, all the while eyeing his sexy, athletic chest. Actually, why hasn't he put on his tunic? Not that you mind the way he's looking at you, a cute blush working its way across his face, a hint of lustful possessiveness in his eyes-

Wait. You look down at the somewhat rough-spun, ill fitting tunic you put on without thinking. Ah, yeah, that would explain why it felt different. And why Reggie is looking at you like that. Never underestimate the power of the boyfriend shirt!

You quickly shuck his tunic, hand it back to him, and put on your own higher quality clothes. The fact that his tunic smelled fantastic doesn't escape you, and you make a mental note to ask him what he does to clean his clothes. This is a sorta-medieval world, after all, so you can't just ask what detergent he uses. It also doesn't escape your attention that your dick is hardening, and your pussy is starting to moisten and plump up again, but you tell them both settle down. You just finished cleaning up from last time, dammit! Tempting as it might be go over there, press you plump lips against his, run your hands along his trim body, and then get bent over a table and fucked by him right in your juicy pussy-

Gah! You shake your head, trying to dispel your horny thoughts. Deal with practical things, first! Sex can come later.

"Right!" You exclaim, clapping your hands together and startling Reggie. You ask him, "by any chance, do you know where a young lady could go to acquire potions of a discrete nature?" You think for a second, then clarify, "discrete, meaning having to do with feminine issues." No, better clarify further, to prevent any possible misunderstanding. "I mean birth control potions. And stuff." Yeah, that'll do it.

Reggie, who had gotten progressively more embarrassed as you clarified, eventually manages to stutter out, "Th-there's an alchemist who w-works two streets over, to the south." He looks down, scuffing his boot against the wood floor in the most adorable way, before continuing, "I've never been there, her potions are mu-much more expensive than anything I could ever afford, but I hear she's one of the best in the city? Ahh, the place is pretty noticeable. I think it's name is The Mortar and Alembic?"

You nod decisively, and stride over to the cute young man. He looks like he's about to say something, but you silence him with a passionate, deep kiss on the lips. After a moment... or several moments... okay, more than a minute of making out, you step back, running a delicate hand along his cheek. "See you later this evening, sweetie?" you ask him. Without hesitation, he nods eagerly, a goofy look on his cute face.

You pause to make sure you have all your stuff. Clothes, check. Boots, check. Sword, check. Pouch o' gold, check. Right then, off you go!

You do your very best 'I'm a Badass Noble, Make Way' strut out of the inn, before heading in the direction that Reggie described to you. As you walk down the street, you can't help but notice that you attract lots of looks from people on the street. Pretty much every man, and several women, spends at least a moment or two staring at your face, or your tits, or your ass. Heck, one guy stares at your ass so hard, he falls off his wagon! After you help the poor, besotted guy back up, you set back on your course. As you walk, you take a minute to think. Long term plans: what do you want? Well, you don't want to get married off to some douche like Prince Loveday, which probably counts out a lot of the nobility. You want long term financial stability, because that pouch of gold you have with you is apparently worth lots, but will eventually run out. So, how is a physically fit runaway Princess, with only some money and a sword, to make her way in a vaguely Medieval fantasy setting?

Duh, Adventuring, of course! Go out, hunt down some bandits, orcs, or dragons, then turn in bounties and get rich and famous! Well, more rich and famous. You'll need some potions, traveling supplies, and a plot hook, naturally. But, hell, you're already en route to getting the first of those things! Well, that and a 'morning after' potion, but whatever.

You nod to yourself, plans for the immediate future decided. So, Mortar and Alembic, where are you hiding?

Oh, yeah, there it is. Yep, big three story building, sign shaped like a generic fantasy potion bottle, neat lettering underneath saying The Mortar and Alembic in fancy, golden colored text. Classy! The fact that the place reeks of chemicals and weird herbs is about what you would expect, too.

You push open the door, which sets a bell to jingling, and call out, "Potion Seller! I need your strongest potions!"

From somewhere in the back of the shop, behind shelves full of oddly shaped bottles full of liquids that are either multicolored, bubbling, glowing, or all of the above, you hear a feminine voice call out: "Just a moment! I'm almost done!"