Location: Ramez, Duchy of Atansha, Kingdom of Tildor
Date: Feb 2048
Note: For those interested, this story takes place the morning after "Down on the Mat."
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Charlotte Ann Starshine Moramorian, Lord Marshal of Ramez, was naked and astride her husband. Royce Moramorian, Duke of Atansha, was tall, dark-brown haired with dark brown eyes, very handsome, and as naked, stretched out on their king-size four poster. Her husband had the ability to regenerate. If wounded, his injury healed in hours instead of days or weeks. It also meant he could stay hard and come repeatedly. Useful for a man with two wives.
At the moment, she rocked on his hips, her pussy stretched tight by his hard cock. Royce bucked underneath her, filling her pussy, over and over. He had come so much, he had filled their bedroom, and when she looked around, they were now floating in a sea of his sperm. Concentration on his face, he reached up and tweaked her nipples, and her pussy twinged. Her entire lower belly, from her womb outward had a sense of fullness. Growing fuller. Royce had a nice cock, fat and long, and when he was really pounding into her, she sometimes thought he would split her in half. Looking down at her crotch, she saw he was indeed, fully buried inside, and more sperm gushed out from her stretched nether lips, adding to the growing lake of thick sperm around them.
Royce grunted again. She could feel him squirting inside her belly again. Nearby, Susan emerged naked from the sluggish, white liquid, thick strands of semen coating her hair and dripping from her face. "Do you think there's enough here to make a baby?" Susan asked.
Charlotte Ann felt him still squirting inside her.
The pressure increased.
Before she knew it, their bed floated in the room, then rose even higher. Waves of semen rolled around them. Susan floated away, singing.
Charlotte Ann leaned down. "Royce, I think we'd better stop."
Royce groaned again. She felt his cock continuing to pulsate. More fluid gushed from her soaked pussy. The pressure was getting intolerable.
Then her head bounced on the ceiling. She felt so full.
"Royce! Stop! I mean it! Stop or you'll make me pee everywhere!"
What? What was that supposed to mean?!
Charlotte Ann suddenly sat up in bed, breathing hard, looking around. She blinked and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. A dream?!
Across their large room, in front of the fireplace with its blazing fire, Royce sat in his chair, dressed only in a shirt. His attention was on her sister. On the thick rug, kneeling in front of him, her nightgown around her hips, Susan's blonde head bobbed on Royce's cock. Royce gave another long groan.
Her bladder would scream if it could. She'd had five glasses of apple beer the night before and it all wanted out. Now!
Charlotte Ann quickly climbed out of their huge four-poster bed. No time to even look for something to throw on. Delay would very well mean a very big accident in their bed. She dashed across the thick carpet, then to the cold basalt stone by the bathroom door. Throwing open the door, she scooted inside.
Only to find the bathroom doorway leading to the outside hallway was wide open. Down the hall several people moved about, and inside the hot tub were two women scrubbing at the tiles. When the bedroom door opened, they looked up and got a full view of her one hundred and sixty five centimeter body, lean and muscular frame, shoulder-length dark, curly hair -- disheveled from her sleep, and the matching colored thick bush between her legs. Even at twenty eight, her breasts were still firm and pert.
"Orc puke." She danced from foot to foot, debating about the open door. If she waited any longer, the point would be moot.
Charlotte Ann dashed to the toilet and squatted down. With audible sigh of relief, she let her bladder go, and her strong stream could be heard in the quiet of the bathroom.
"Don't mind me," she said to the women. "But would one of you please close the outside door?"
One climbed out of the tub and did as she was bid. Then the two women went back to work.
Charlotte Ann closed her eyes as the pressure eased.
It felt so good to pee! And what a strange dream!
she thought.
Then she began to remember the night before.
Royce, her husband, had told her he was in love with her, and she realized she loved him back. Then she learned he had been wearing a magical birth control ring and she hadn't known about it. Susan had demanded it from him, and he gave it to her. Then Susan informed them both she had cast a
fertility
spell on herself, then made love with him in front of her. What had possessed her to ask Susan to enspell her, too? She hoped it wasn't jealousy or some other stupid emotion. That was not a good reason to have a baby! And what was she thinking? She was Lord Marshal of Atansha, a warrior! She rode with their soldiers to protect their people and the duchy. You do not take babies on patrol. They could get killed!
She remembered Susan's words, and that Royce had ridden her last night for what seemed like forever. Held in his arms, her legs over his shoulders, he had driven in and out of her, plundering her sex. Susan had said the spell might intensify orgasms, and yes, she recalled she had had several and they really had been body shakers. Susan had also warned her that she would want him. Charlotte Ann smiled to herself.
Okay. How bad could that be? The idea of Royce sliding inside her felt like an excellent notion.
Then she frowned.
I never have sex in the morning, especially just after waking up! Susan does that, but I don't. Do I?
she thought.
