Chapter 6: Aftermath
(6k words, futa x futa, size difference, romance, character focus, slow growth, dialogue)
"Mmmmhh," Margaret groaned as she felt the warmth of the late morning sunrays dancing over her face. She tried to shield herself from them with one hand, but the damage was already done-she was waking up. It took her a few seconds to realize where she currently was, though.
Her mind seemingly still had to cope with last night's events. Even during her well-deserved rest, she was greeted by dreams full of pleasure which created a maelstrom of fulfilment and ecstasy the overjoyed princess lost herself in.
The deflowered heir didn't want to awake just yet. She blindly reached out; her questing hand soon resting on the slowly rising and lowering stomach of Alexia.
Margaret grinned as she gently stroked over the chiselled abs of her lover and now cheekily opened one still heavy eyelid. The blonde's grin widened ear to ear at the sight of her still sleeping friend just a few inches away from her. With her head still resting on top of her partner's muscular arm, reduced to just a pillow for the night, she returned to what she did last night: worshipping Alexia's body.
For minutes she observed her childhood friend's slumber and very cautiously felt the impressive set of muscles she started to admire so much. Alexia subconsciously seemed aware about Margaret's tender touches and muttered something unrecognizable in her sleep which almost made the former virgin giggle for a moment. She shifted her attention a bit lower and smirked teasingly at the flaccid member resting in between Alexia's thick thighs. Before she could reach out to it though she noticed it twitch and then slowly throb.
Margaret perked an eyebrow and checked if Alexia was still sleeping but there was no sign of her waking up yet. With the princess not being a stranger to seeing the full extent of Alexia's raging morning wood, she simply waited; and for the first time looked at the majestic member as a sceptre she had and would continue to wield.
She keenly watched the gargantuan member gaining inches, that turned into feet, 1,5 ft, 2 ft, probably almost 2,5ft until it stood proud in all its glory for the daily early-morning salute.
She was once more stunned by the arousing sight and, even after already exploring every inch of the glorious member the previous night, couldn't take her eyes from the throbbing behemoth. Her mute drooling eventually came to an end as soon as the buff warrior groaned in her sleep.
"Gnnngghh," Alexia sighed and was obviously not amused by getting up after just a few hours of rest.
She looked up, in a bit of a trance, and just mindlessly stared at the ceiling while Margaret was observing her. Alexia's consciousness needed a few moments to return and regain a sense of space and time. Eventually she looked to her side to ensure that what just happened was not a dream, but a blissful and beautiful reality. The commander's grey eyes searched and found the enthralled royalty just where they left off the previous night.
"Good morning," Margaret huskily said and leaned in for the first kiss of the day; it wouldn't be the last.
"It's definitely a good morning now," Alexia grinned and rested a hand on top of Margaret's, still exploring the black-haired fighter's strong mid.
"Looks like some parts of you got up earlier," Margaret teased and with one finger poked the throbbing member.
"Can't blame him though, not with such company."
"I bet you say that to every princess you sleep with," the blonde joked and made Alexia laugh out loud.
"Only the cute ones," Alexia replied with a wink and once more gave into her urge to kiss her new partner.
The two just silently looked at each other and seemingly tried to soak up as much as possible of the opposing beauty's face and were finding new little details to love - even after many years of friendship.
Just like their gazes, their hands were locked into place and not to be separated anytime soon-especially by the taller futa. Alexia was gently caressing the birthday present of hers on Margaret's fingers; unlike the other rings that were sold off. A fact that the buff futa appreciated even more at that moment.
"You are amazing, Lexi. Thank you for ... everything," Margaret said and got closer and pushed into Alexia's teardrop bosom. "This could never have happened back in the palace. But I wish it would have earlier".
Alexia smiled for a moment but soon after her expression turned serious again.
"Maggie... I ... we couldn't be together at the palace. You know that, right?"
"Yes... good that it just happens that we aren't there anymore I'd say," Margaret said in a mixture of playfulness and a more serious undertone.
"Yes, but... you realize we have to return eventually... right?" Alexia asked timidly and saw Margaret's expression shift.
"Why?"
"What do you mean 'why'? You are the heir!" Alexia stated more firmly and was surprised by how little time Margaret had to put into overthinking their situation. She looked absolutely determined.
"So what? I would have been married off anyway. That or getting kidnapped, so who cares? It's not like I'd ever rule over anything. So why bother now?" Margaret's cheeky smile completely vanished but she didn't break her gaze on Alexia. "Why not enjoy this here and now?"
Alexia looked a bit puzzled for a bit and gently stroked Margaret's cheek.
"I want to. But we can't forget why we are here. Trust me, I don't want this to end, but it might have to once we go back," the taller futa said cautiously.
"Then let's stay here. Simple as that," Margaret calmly replied.
"For now, but..." Alexia got interrupted by Margaret leaning in for another kiss.
"Why ruin this amazing morning by debating over such things..." the blonde grinned seductively and got up.
"I..." Alexia sighed. "Fine... no such debates ... for now," she said reluctantly and silently accepted that Margaret blatantly used her charm to avoid a heated discussion.
The two just silently hugged each other tightly and felt content by simply appreciating the previously discovered intimacy and strong bond they now shared.
"Hey, how about w-... uungghh," Margaret gasped as she tried to lift her feet off the bed.
"What's wrong?" Alexia jumped up too.
"Not... much. Just a bit sore, from earlier I guess," the princess groaned and felt the fatigue in her muscles. To her surprise, it spread through most of her body and was not just reserved to the parts of her who took all the pounding last night. "I feel like I ran 30 miles..."
"Sorry... I... maybe got carried away ... a bit," Alexia apologised and blushed.
"Hey, nothing to be sorry about. I loved it!" Margaret winked and slowly emerged from the destroyed and cum stained bed. "Just a shame I can't go for another round right now," she said and looked at her still idle member.
Alexia grabbed Margaret's hand and smiled.
"We will get a lot of opportunities for that I'd assume," the more dutiful futa chuckled.
"I will take your word on that!"
Margaret looked at the now wrecked bed and smiled knowingly, her face brightening up with pride. The blonde princess went over to the bathroom, cautious and slow almost like she felt that her legs would give out after one misplaced step.
Just as she reached the doorknob she looked back at Alexia, still smiling but closely monitoring the blonde's shaky movement.
"I love you," she whispered and grinned happily before entering the bathroom.
"I love you too..." Alexia responded softly, more to herself than Margaret and fell back into the now obsolete bed as soon as the bathroom door was shut.
The imposing warrior was once more looking up to the ceiling. Wary on how to react to Margaret's statement. She understood where the young princess was coming from, but leaving that life behind entirely? Could she even do that?
"What now?" she whispered to herself and gazed upon the bathroom door, with her morning wood almost blocking the view - a decent distraction from grimmer thoughts. She smiled and gave it a few good strokes before her hand was resting on the place where Margaret slept on.
The sheets were still warm and Alexia appreciated the feeling of heat originating from her new partner. She still felt conflicted, but she couldn't deny, atleast at this moment, she was delighted with just staying here, with Maggie. She pushed her head into the warm blanket and took in Margaret's scent while grinning happily.
"Yes, the palace can wait a bit longer," she whispered.
On the other side of the closed door was an equally enthralled but completely exhausted princess. The way her whole body felt sore was something she couldn't describe nor understand. The fatigue reached all the way from her toes up to her head and seemingly kept no fibre of her body untouched.
She played it down when she got up, but now she felt the full extent of how drained she felt. There was an odd sense of accomplishment to the feeling though. Margaret tried to see this fatigue as a souvenir of the best night in her life and viewed more like an obstacle she had to overcome. She even silently swore to herself that shÂe would eventually manage to fully enjoy Alexia with all she had to offer.
Over at the sink and in front of the mirror she washed her face and tried to wash all the dry cum out of her face and hair.
Margaret was greeted by her reflection and was genuinely feeling a sense of growing appreciation over her smaller, but to Alexia seemingly enticing body. Her blue eyes went all over her c-cups and the soft cock dangling from her slender thighs ... until she noticed something odd.
She lifted up her flaccid cock and it felt a bit meatier than she remembered. Amused by how her mind was seemingly playing tricks on her, she continued grooming herself. While doing her hair she noticed that she seemed to be a bit... taller. The picture behind her back wasn't lining up with her reflection's head like it used to.
"What the-?" she whispered and leaned closer to the mirror.
She didn't see any changes to herself at all, just after closer inspection she might started to feel a bit like the sink was maybe a bit further away as usual.
"This... doesn't make any sense... How...?" she stopped mid-sentence and her eyes went wide.
She needed to be sure though and rushed to the picture behind her. Someone so obsessed about her own size had measured herself many times, just way less often over the last few weeks. Margaret lined up next to the picture as a reference point and marked her height with her hand as she took a few steps away. The princess shrieked as soon as she confirmed what she didn't even dare to believe.
Alexia of course picked up on the sound echoing from the bathroom and immediately rushed towards the door.
"Maggie, are you ok? Should I come in?" she asked worried by the high-pitched voice.
