Wasn't There Something About a Princess?

You figured that you would make an early start in the morning, making for the nearby village and the castle that lay just beyond it at sunrise. However, seeing as you're woken by the realization that Lottie has mounted you, moaning into Roan's mouth as she tries to ride your enormous cock and make out with your frisky valet at the same time, you figure more of a mid-morning start is in order.

The farmgirl almost seems like a new person now, giddy and refreshed where before she had been worn down and actively cussing out beasts of burden. Despite having thoroughly stuffed her not twenty minutes earlier, Lottie seems to have trouble keeping her hands off of you as you try to go about packing the saddlebags for your continued journey. Eventually, Roan rolls her eyes and obliges the girl by taking the task over for herself as the two of you set about thrusting and humping on the ground.

By the time you are all packed to go, Lottie seems to be growing increasingly tempted by Roan's continued offers that she pack up and move to your village. The farmgirl continues to hem and haw, her nascent shyness beginning to rear its head again until Roan shoots you a look from where she's perched atop your horse. Lottie's vacillating vanishes in a gasp when when she feels you hike up her pointlessly donned skirt, and at your pause she bites her lip and nods her consent. You begin to push into the dripping wet girl as slowly as you can, and before you've even come half way to bottoming out she has begun to rapturously outline her immediate plans to relocate.

She's still in a state of blissful frenzy when you start down the country road, lightheartedly packing her belongings onto her thankfully awake ox. It doesn't escape you that she's spending an inordinate amount of time rubbing her belly, though, and neither does it escape Roan. Your incredibly fertile valet looks like the cat who got the cream. And then fucked another cat in that cream.

"So. She is such a sweetheart." Roan airly remarks, trying to maintain her poise but obviously still rather keyed up from your absurdly thorough sowing of Lottie's soil. You nod your agreement, which isn't quite enough for Roan. "And I think she'll do well back home! A girl like that shouldn't be here all by herself, no friends. No family."

"Agreed."

"Also, she is definitely pregnant."

That all-consuming heat has started to build up in your oversized groin again. A whole twenty minute break; that's a new record. You nod slowly, prompting Roan to smile grin even wider and give you an indulgent pat on the head. You travel in easy silence for a moment, the only sounds the steady clop of horseshoes and Roan's contented humming as she traces her fingers along her bulging belly. At length, however, you speak. "...though, you know. We should probably take a break for a bit."

"Mmmm?" Roan purrs down at you, slightly higher mounted on the horse than you are standing.

"If we're going to make the castle."

"Ah yes! The task at hand and all that."

You nod. "Yes."

"Less time for dallying. And dick-ying."

"Right."

"Can't let the other princes get a head start on us, yeah?"

"Exactly."

"So you think we should keep it in your pants for a while."

"Don't you agree?"

"It being your big fat dick."

You frown a bit. "Roan, I'm being serious."

Your valet rolls her eyes, playfully pressing her side against you. "If I had a baby for every time you said 'Roan I'm being serious', exactly like that, I'd have popped out an entire nation by now."

"............"

Well great, now you're imagining that and are getting another boner. Because when is four fucking cumshots before noon ever enough, for seriously? Your valet giggles, leaning over to give you a soft kiss on the side of your mouth. Okay, good, back down to quarter mast as your heart steals back some blood to thump away in your chest. Has anyone ever made you feel like Roan does?

She straightens back up, her eyes determined but that impish smile refusing to leave her lips. "Don't worry, my prince. Good valets don't let their lieges fail their quests. And I'm the best fucking valet there is."

You have to smile at her infectious cheer. You can't help but notice she neglected to agree to your suggestion, though.

Oh well. Life is tough, you suppose.