With the help of a pair of silver chased pliers, a pair of tender, snow white hands were working to pull literal gold metal from an expensive stomacher. The stomacher had been adorned with gold weaved, sewn, and looped into the fabric. And now, as a self-soothing exercise, Danetta was removing the gold. She had worn it very proudly at the royal palace. Court Dress tended to be the most ridiculously elaborate fashion in all other examples the nation. That particular appointment at the Royal Court was just after the end of the Social Season, which was highly convenient for Danetta. She had been pregnant enough for some to notice, but not so much that she could be allowed to escape her required presence as a noble.
Princess Rosanda Lothair I, a princess by marriage, had mentioned to Danetta that she thought the whole process was wasteful. To have someone spend all that time working the gold into the stomacher, and then to have the beautiful results destroyed? The arrogance!
Danetta had smiled and pointed out that she had no intentions of wasting the gold. Gold was a precious material, and she'd rather have the metal recycled for another project instead of forever remaining on a stomacher.
"Why even have the gold placed on the stomacher in the first place?" the princess had asked rather impatiently.
Danetta's reply was, "If I don't, my husband won't feel masculine enough." That was true, in a way, but the most accurate reason was related to Danetta's feelings. She had become accustomed to the finest things in life, and she didn't see why she shouldn't be every bit as lavishly dressed as all the other women around her. If she wasn't able to afford such a thing, then she would certainly not bother with the gold, but since she could have the gold with no trouble, why not wear it?
Now that she was home on this early autumn morning, resting in a comfortable armchair in Roland's nursery and chatting with the handmaidens likewise seated near her, she was trying to keep herself relaxed. A new nanny had been hired, because the other one had to leave to care for an elderly family member. Rowen was her name, and she was fairly young, but she had apparently helped to look after her younger siblings, and she seemed capable.
Still, Danetta watched the woman wipe Roland's face with suspicious eyes. She believed that early on in a nanny's job, the mother shouldn't trust her openly.
There were other problems on her mind, though. For example, her back felt like it was always being stretched. Her feet were a little swollen. Her belly was so big that she couldn't wear normal stays. Only a special set designed for a heavily pregnant woman could fit her. Her breast were already tender and full. Sometimes they leaked. There were squares of folded fabric hidden under her clothing, against her nipples, just in case.
And sometimes, at the most unexpected moments, her womanly parts would become flushed and she'd be aroused for no obvious reason. Despite the ease of hiding this fact, Danetta was still secretly embarrassed about it at times.
Warmth and whispers emerged right at her ear, surprising her enough to make her bounce in her seat. Her eyes turned to find the source, and it was Erdgar. The realization calmed her, putting a languid smile on her face.
"Let the woman work in peace, Danetta," her husband murmured with a tone that was too husky for the subject matter. Then, very quickly and discreetly, he let the flat top of his tongue slide up her throat. A tingling feeling remained after the tongue left. "Come with me for a time."
Suddenly pouting, Danetta whispered to him, "Something could happen. I must be nearby and alert."
The man's fingers gently caressed her jawline. "The nanny knows better than to harm a child of yours. Come, Sweet One. Let me hold you."
Her lower lip stuck out even more. Her cyan eyes narrowed. "Roland isn't fond of her."
Just as she said that, as if the boy wanted to prove his mother's point for her, the child decided to throw a short tantrum. He stomped the floor, waved his arms around, and whined out his frustration. He was upset with something Rowen had told him to do. Rowen snapped her fingers before the child's face and gave him a few stern words.
Roland rolled his eyes. Then he looked up to his father with a hopeful expression.
Standing straight, Erdgar told his son with sensibly harsh words that he needed to behave well. It was for his own good, and for everyone else's good too. Roland made a sad expression that was remarkably funny. His eyes looked bigger. His lips pursed. He sniffed too. Then, Rowen patted his shoulder and gave him softer words. Roland turned calm then, nodding his head.
The weight of Erdgar's hand pressed down on Danetta's shoulder. Then he squeezed her there and gave her another impatient whisper. Danetta gave in and prepared herself to get out of the chair. Erdgar was kind enough to as she pushed herself up with nearly as much caution as a delicate old person. She was perfectly able to get up, but Erdgar wanted her to be monitored as much as possible.
Looking from one handmaiden to the next, Danetta asked them to politely observe Rowen. Then her poor feet started throbbing again as Erdgar's arm went around her waist and she walked with him. When they were safely hidden in Erdgar's bedchamber, she was led towards the grand bed. A fresh set of curtains of a dark blue had recently been purchased, and the way they framed the bed had Danetta thinking of a comforting embrace.
The fingers of one of her hands lacing with Erdgar's, Danetta lowered herself onto the mattress. Her flat slippers pressed into a woven mat on the floor. As she leaned back a little, her free hand pushing into the mattress, Erdgar pulled the hand he held up to his irregular lips and kissed it very gently. Then he kissed her lips, sending a well known message down all the roads in her body.
And it began in much the same way it often did.
Garments untied and pulled away, nearly angry about it.
Kisses applied as more flesh was exposed.
Her curls were released so they could rest in the smoky aroma that was so persistent in her husband's bedchamber.
The rest of the world temporarily ignored.
They were soon beside each other on the bed, rumpling the blankets and sheets. Her soft fingertips traced the many outlines of all the unique ridges on his body. Her nails only barely grazed him. He probably didn't feel that. She would always touch him regardless. There was always something she hadn't noticed before, some silly little groove or a bump, and she'd want to learn the new texture.
Eventually, one of his patchy hands sank into her hair as his tongue danced against hers. They moaned to each other. Danetta felt her sorest spots throb, and she made a puppy-like whine. Erdgar's other hand pressed over a breast, and that had her crying out. She was so tender.
And it felt so wonderful.
Her nerves were sensitive and Erdgar's pressure had her toes cramping and her fingernails nearly piercing a pillow. It didn't take long for her natural mucus to seep out from between her thighs. Her labia and clitoris were becoming just as desperate for affection as her breasts, or perhaps even more so.
Erdgar's brow jerked up in a false version of surprise. "Hm? Are you needy here?" A bit more, only a bit more pressure, and Danetta's poor, empty cunt spasmed in the air as she whimpered. His eyelids fluttered. "Ohhhh, poor little nestling." His voice was thick. "Are there any other needy parts?"
She mumbled out a yes.
Erdgar caressed her delicate areola, and then he made careful little pinches. A bit of liquid oozed out and trickled down the breast, but it didn't bother anyone, especially not Danetta. She was burning and squirming, kicking nothing.
And, funny enough, her back and feet didn't hurt anymore. Maybe all her moving about had soothed her. Maybe she was still sore but she didn't notice. It might not matter. Danetta was in too much bliss to consider the truth of it.
With a quick glide of the side of his hand, Erdgar took away most of the little mess he had made. Then he left her a moment, bending down to the floor and picking up one of the squares of fabric that Danetta had stuffed under her neckline earlier in the day. He reclaimed his place beside her as he politely soaked up anything that remained.
Danetta gave a short giggle. Then she snatched the cloth away, dropped it and purposely forgot where it landed, and embraced him as much as her great belly would allow. Her kisses were light and playful on his face. His eyelids felt soft and gentle.
As lovely as kissing a rose petal.
His breath was all over her, and his voice was fevered. "Open yourself, Sweet One."
Her compliance was quick and easy. Her legs came apart naturally. Her eyes closed as her brain turned misty. She felt the mattress jostle. Then there was the mostly smooth bottoms of her husband's hand cautiously stroking her belly, up and down. The mattress jostled again. Danetta heard Erdgar's feet pat onto the floor.
"Hmmmmmm, I'll need you closer."
Danetta held her breath for a few seconds as she felt him grip her legs and tug her a bit. She helped him by pushing herself down. She was at the bed's edge when he stopped her.
His fingernails raked through her pubic hair. Danetta's eyelids opened. The canopy was rather handsome.
Some shuffling noises, and then ...
Around her labia, then up on each side of her clitoris, those were his fingers fondling her, not pinching but applying just enough pressure to make her chest rise and fall with aching breaths.
"On your fourth pregnancy, and you're still stubborn." A true pinch came then, a careful compression holding her clitoris.
Danetta whined at the tight, excruciating feelings welling up between her thighs. She could have predicted exactly what Erdgar would tell her next, but she was enjoying his ministrations and she didn't want to do anything else.
"Your body is only behaving as it should, or rather, as I think it should. I've studied it well over the years. You need to seek me out whenever your darling little body needs attention." He was pretending to scold her. She was vaguely aware of it, and as ridiculous as it might be, she rather enjoyed it.
