And he planted his ass on the stool with a thud, with his eyes stuck on Bonny like she was the center of his universe. I knew exactly how he felt. Fucking exactly.
In my arms, I could feel Iris’s eager pull, wanting to go help Bonny with the calving. I didn’t forbid Iris from much, but now she was seven months pregnant and there was no way in hell that the next prince or princess was going to be put in that kind of danger. I kept her close to me, my half-stiff cock pressed against the small of her back and nestled my chin on her head. “You’ll help her next year.”
“I know,” she said, giving me a resigned sigh, and easing back comfortably in my arms.
“Unless I fuck another baby into you,” I whispered into her ear.
She stifled a laugh and shook her head, nostrils flared. “I’m never going to be not pregnant for a calving season again, am I?”
I made a show of actually thinking about it. “Nope.” Fuck, never felt real, having her as my own. She had been my dream for so long that even now it felt like every day was a dream still.
The kids had been watching Bonny’s every move, and slowly trying to get closer and closer. I gave Iris a click of my cheek to warn her, but she was on it already. “You two, go out and see how many ducklings have hatched. Okay? I don’t want you getting too close.”
“Mommmmmm,” said Maggie. “Please?”
She shook her head. I backed her up with a snap and, “Out. Count those ducks, you two. I want a full report.”
Randal grabbed his sister by the hand and they took off toward the little pond, bickering over how many there were yesterday.
“We’ll call you when the calf is here!” Iris called after them. She adjusted her position slightly so that I had a perfect view of her cleavage. From where I stood, I could just see the edge of one of her dark, wide nipples. I pulled her into me and my rapidly intensifying hard on. She moaned softly when she felt me, and I tightened my grip on her arms.
It had been six hours since I was inside her. And that was way the fuck too long. I needed her, and I needed her right now. “Bonny. You good for now?” I asked.
“Yes, your majesty,” she said, looking over her shoulder. “Everything looks good. It won’t be long now, but it seems like everything will go smoothly.” She smiled up at me.
I gave her a nod and gripped Iris around the waist, leading her out of the milking shed and into the main barn, then into the feed room in the corner. There was a big window there, which looked out on the yard, so I could still keep an eye on the kids. I closed the door behind us and guided Iris toward a table near the window.
Now that we were alone, we were back to the way we belonged, the way we were best together. She waited patiently for my command, glancing up at me only once, before lowering her eyes.
As I unbuttoned my britches I told her, “Bend over. Hands on the table.”
“You beast,” she whispered.
“Don’t you fucking sass me,” I said, putting my cock at her opening.
She let her head drop down, laughing, smiling, loving this fucking game as much as I did. But as I penetrated her, fast and rough, all those smiles and laughs fell away. She groaned, animal-like, bestial, as I rammed her with my cock. She was so fucking wet that I didn’t even need to ease myself inside. My balls slapped against her pussy lips and I pulled her ass cheeks apart. I’d fucked her hard in the ass last night, and the bud of her anus was still raw and red. “You look like you’re still feeling last night.”
She gave me a wordless nod, swallowing hard, like she always did when I made her nervous. Still deep inside her, I gathered a mouthful of saliva, sucked it into one cheek, and then spat it onto her anus. She hitched her hips when she felt it, letting me get that much deeper.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and gave her a rough, ruthless fuck. “This cock is yours to make happy. Never fucking forget that,” I told her, driving deep and hard, pounding her cervix and keeping her hair tight in my fist. My other hand I kept on her belly, keeping my baby safe while I roughed her up like she deserved.
“It’s mine to make happy, my king,” Iris groaned.
“It’s yours to worship. Never forget that either.”
“It’s mine to worship, my king,” she agreed, gripping the table so hard that her knuckles turned white.