Thanks as always to the wonderful Emma Kendrick for offering her thoughts on the chapter!
"Tell me, princess, is this excitement because you'll be greeting them chock full of orc cum?"
Gwennalyn giggled.
"Not entirely. I do miss them. Last time they came here was before I visited the tribal orcs, so it's been a little while. And Dawn is with them! I haven't seen her in so long. She must be far along now."
"I imagine she'll pop soon."
The princess and the handmaiden threaded their way through the shipyards. The former breezed along, utterly comfortable in and very familiar with this bustling atmosphere. The latter followed after, glancing around, noticing the appreciative glances of the workers.
"How many of these workers have you fucked?"
Gwennalyn shrugged.
"I don't know. I don't keep track."
"Some of them look familiar. I've probably seen them in your chambers."
"Probably."
"I'm still not sure if the 'work hard and you can spend the night with the princess' system Akarra devised is more a reward for the workers or for you."
"It can be a reward for them and me."
"Don't forget, you have to be careful with your family here. If your father so much as catches wind- "
"I know, I know...just because it's been a little while doesn't mean I don't know. Besides, we've had this conversation plenty. 'Keeping Sir Hathwell and his wife in the dark is one thing, since they give me a month's notice before visiting, but who's to say Father or Mother or Dawn or Avalyn won't come to see me at night, and I'll be forced to explain all the orcs in my chambers.' Don't worry, I'll be careful. Besides, Akarra reminded the shipyard workers they can't visit me, and Danagon told the guards the same thing. None of them want to lose me, so they'll keep away."
"And how many times are you going to use 'I'll be with Akarra' as an excuse?"
"She said I could say that whenever I wanted to sneak off with an orc or two. So...probably a lot."
Deiara glanced over at her princess, giving the slender girl a quick once-over. There was no obvious evidence she had just spent an hour or so in a nearby storage shed, fulfilling the duty Akarra had months ago set her to of offering afternoon relief to the shipyard workers. Even the beatific smile on her face, which Deiara by now knew was the result of constant usage at the hands of lustful orcs, could be interpreted as happiness at the prospect of seeing her family again.
When the handmaiden had arrived to collect her, she had been caught between two such lustful orcs, one pumping vigorously into her cunt, the other rutting fiercely into her throat. Both had blown their loads soon after her arrival, and then had unceremoniously left. Although her princess, still highly needy from the steady stream of debauchery, had tempted her into taking a turn to seek her own pleasure, she had turned down that invitation, instead helping her wash up and get dressed.
The duo came up onto the docks proper now, winding their way around the different berths.
"And remember, princess, don't let Brand and Brash toy with you. You don't need them anymore."
"I'm interested to see what they might do to me. But, if they try to play mind games like they've done before, I'll just walk away."
"Hmm. Good."
As the duo walked up to the royal berth, Deiara glanced out over the water. A few ships were approaching, all bearing the flag of the Free Lands, the one in front also bearing the royal flag.
A group of orcs was already awaiting those ships. King Victorin nodded at the duo as they walked up. His advisors and courtesans were nearby, along with a handful of other dignitaries, and a few of the castle guards. The king trotted over to the duo.
"How long did you spend in that shed?" he asked Gwennalyn.
"A little over an hour."
He gave her a quick once-over.
"Your family won't be able to tell. We can all smell you, though."
"What do I smell like?" she asked coquettishly.
"Like the combined cum of a dozen orcs."
She bit her lip.
"Was it difficult pulling her away?" the king asked Deiara.
"A little. She wanted me to use her too, but I got her to wash up and dress."
"I'm sure you're aware, princess," the king said, turning his attention back to her, "that much like the other times, you're going to have to be a bit more careful with your family around."
"I know. I don't want my father to find anything out any more than you do."
"Good."
"Ah, I thought we might have been too late!" came a voice from nearby.
Deiara smirked at the annoyance that sprung up on her princess' face.
"Forgive us, princess," Sir Hathwell said politely. "Our son has been a little sick today."
"Poor thing won't nap unless I sing him to sleep," Selenis added.
"Father is just now arriving," Gwennalyn told them, "so there is nothing to forgive."
The group fell into place as the ships docked. Deiara stepped to the side of the receiving line.
King Freirick disembarked first, greeting his orcish counterpart with a firm handshake. As he stepped up to Gwennalyn next and pulled her into a warm hug, Deiara noticed his eyes flicker up to her hair.
Although it had been several weeks since her return from the tribal orcs, she had kept her hair in the tribal style, with seashells and feathers threaded through her blonde tresses in a haphazard pattern.
"What happened here?" her father asked, gesturing to her hair.
"The tribal orcs did it for me," she replied, shaking her head to make the seashells clack together. "What do you think?"
"It's certainly...quite tribal. King Victorin did mention that you seemed quite at home with them."
"They were very welcoming."
"But it's been weeks since you came back," her mother interjected, having already greeted Victorin and now hugging Gwennalyn.
"It reminds me of them. I like it."
And you like how Sir Hathwell reacts to it every time he sees it. Plus, you wanted to see how your parents would react.
"I think it looks marvelous," Princess Dawn said, stepping up for her own hug, her heavily pregnant belly preventing the sisters from a tight embrace.
Deiara smiled at the excited coo her princess let out as Dawn kissed her on the cheek.
"It's been so long," Gwennalyn murmured. "I'm glad you came."
"Well, I wanted to make sure my little sister was alright. It looks like your time here has been good to you."
