TAELYN

One Year Later

I’m standing at the window of our chambers, gazing at the city below.

Much of what had been destroyed during the rot has been rebuilt.

The only thing still flattened is the place where the King’s Tower once stood.

Instead of rebuilding, a monument has been raised to the old king and queen.

It was something Ruarok had mixed feelings about, but he understood how important it was for me to have somewhere I could go to remember my mother, and since she never got to have her own burial, he relented to the monument.

From behind, familiar hands slide around the massive swell of my belly.

Ruarok presses himself close to my back and nuzzles my neck.

“You know, I’m going to miss you being pregnant. You’re so sexy like this. All curves and full of my child. ”

“I can’t wait to get him or her out of me so I can see my feet again,” I only half complain.

Pregnancy hasn’t been so bad, but I’ve tolerated it mainly because I’ve loved how much Ruarok has loved it. But I’m overdue now, and I’m desperate to meet our child.

“You know what the midwives say? The way we got the baby in is also the best way to get the baby out again.”

He hadn’t been able to believe his luck when, upon me moaning to the royal midwives about how the baby was overdue, they’d suggested nipple and clitoral stimulation.

I’d literally watched his dark eyes light up.

Not that we’ve been avoiding that kind of thing since I’ve been pregnant—quite the opposite.

All that extra blood flow down below has turned me into a complete nymphomaniac, and I haven’t been able to get enough.

Even my dreams have been filthy, and I’ve climaxed during my sleep more times than I can count.

Ruarok and I came to an agreement in the end that if he woke to find me moaning in my sleep and squirming against a pillow, he was allowed to have free use of me.

He didn’t even have to wake me. He helped bring me to climax by pushing inside me while I was still sleeping, and fucking me, slowly and carefully.

Yes, there are definitely parts of being pregnant that I will miss.

“Is that right?” I reply. “And I’m going to guess that’s something you’d like to help out with?”

Ruarok’s hands move from my belly up to my breasts.

They must have doubled in size, as have my nipples, and it’s another thing he can’t get enough of.

He cups their weight, his thumbs brushing over the peaks, and they harden under his touch.

They’re so sensitive. I can’t imagine how it will feel when my milk comes in after the baby is born.

“I definitely would.” He kisses my neck again and sends pleasurable shivers running across my skin. He lightly pinches my nipples. “Does this help?”

“A little,” I murmur.

He pulls down the front of my dress, so my tits spill out, then rolls my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

It sends a direct line of arousal between my thighs.

I’m exposed at the open window, but we’re too high up for anyone to see us.

Even so, standing like this, with the city and sky in front of me, gives me that extra thrill.

“How about now?” he asks.

“Better,” I gasp.

“Good girl.”

My pregnancy has meant I’ve had to forgo the usual structured corset dresses and underwear I’m used to. Instead, my dress is loose and flowing to accommodate the swell of my belly and the new size of my breasts, and it means easier access for Ruarok.

He’s able to roll the material down over my bump, and then it simply drops from my hips.

“You know I only just got dressed,” I say as his hands trace the curves of my body.

“Well, you shouldn’t have bothered. If I had my way, I’d keep you naked in my bed permanently.”

I laugh. “I’m not sure I’d get much ruling done if that was the case.”

He growls. “I’m not sure I’d care.”

He presses his erection against my ass and kisses my neck again, and then down to the dip of my shoulder.

The baby moves inside me, too big now to roll and turn, but instead reminding me that he or she is there by pressing an elbow or a foot against the inside of my womb.

I smile at the sensation. “I think your child is saying ‘get your hands off my momma.’”

“Until the baby is born, you’re all mine.”

He unzips himself, and I reach back, wanting to touch him. The long, thick length of his erection fills my small hand, and I give him a squeeze, loving the way my touch affects his breathing.

At no point has he ever made me feel anything less than beautiful and desired throughout my pregnancy.

Even at the start, when I’d felt as though I had constant seasickness, he’d held my hair and brought me ginger snaps to help with the nausea and made me feel loved and cherished.

I’d never have thought he’d have it in him to care about someone more than himself, but he’s proven me wrong, time and time again.

As I masturbate him, his fingers slip between my thighs, finding me wet.

“Let’s fuck this baby out of you.”

He spins me away from the window and bends me over the bed. I plant my hands on the mattress as support and push my ass out to him. My size means we’ve needed to be more creative with positions—missionary definitely won’t work.

He pushes his fingers inside me again, and I moan. I can’t believe how sensitive I am now. Just being penetrated by his fingers almost makes me come.

“The baby is low down,” he says, “and I don’t want to get too deep, but I can try something else. ”

His fingers graze over my asshole, and I get what he has in mind.

“Don’t you need to come inside my pussy to help get the baby out?”

“I have no idea. I think it’s just your climax that works, but we can always try again later if this doesn’t help.”

I twist to look over my shoulder. “You just want an excuse to spend all day fucking me.”

His dark eyes shine, and he chuckles. “Do I need an excuse?”

I let out a breathy sigh as he slides his fingers in and out of me.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” I tell him.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

He uses some of my nipple ointment as lube, working it around my hole, dipping inside me and using his fingers to stretch me. I whimper and moan, unsure if I’m going to be able to handle his cock in my ass when I’m already so full of baby.

“Wait, I’ve got something else.”

He goes to the closet and rummages around in the back. He pulls out an object. It’s like a tiny saddle made out of some kind of green stone, but it has two protrusions from it—one longer and the other smaller. It’s beautiful.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“This is for you to ride while I take your ass.”

“Ride?” It won’t penetrate me deeply, but it’s formed so that a part of it will be inside my pussy, and the other rubbing against my clit.

“Here, try it.”

He slides the green stone between my thighs. It’s cold against the heat of my flesh, a contrast of sensations. The largest protrusion slides inside my pussy, while the smaller one hits directly on my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp.

My pussy contracts around the intrusion. It feels so naughty to be fucking an inanimate object, but I know things are about to get even naughtier.

“Good girl. Focus on riding the stone while I push inside your ass.”

He uses one hand to hold the stone in place, while the other guides the head of his cock to my asshole. He nudges against there, and I stiffen.

“Ride the stone, my queen,” he commands. “This will feel good for you, I promise.”

I circle my hips, pushing back against him at the same time as fucking the smooth stone inside my pussy.

My asshole stretches, and he slides his cock inside me.

It’s a sharp sting of pain, and I hiss. He holds still to allow me to accommodate his size but rocks his hand against the stone to keep me aroused. Then he pushes deeper.

“Your ass looks incredible stretched around my cock,” he tells me. “I wish you could see this.”

I don’t need to see it. I can feel exactly what’s happening.

“So full of me,” he grits. “Full of my baby and my cock. My beautiful queen.”

He fucks me slowly in the ass. My legs tremble, and my breathing grows harsh. He cups my belly with his free hand, running it over my taut skin and up to my breasts.

“I’m going to suck these fat nipples when they’re full of milk,” he murmurs against my ear. “Then I’m going to fill you full of my cum and get you pregnant all over again. ”

“Oh, the gods,” I cry.

I’m lost to the sensations taking over my body. I had no idea it was possible to be so full. The smooth toy inside my pussy gives my inner muscles something to clamp around, while his cock ravages my ass, and my belly is swollen with his child. Is this what heaven is like?

His movements grow faster, his breathing ragged. “Fuck, Taelyn, I’m going to come. I’m going to fill your ass, my Queen.”

I fist my hands into the sheets. “Me, too…me, too…Oh, oh!”

He pumps into me, and I cry out, not caring that someone might hear. They’d probably just think I’d gone into labor.

I ride out my orgasm, grinding my clit against the cool stone, soaking it with my arousal. Stars explode around me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, my toes curling. Pleasure rolls through me, over and over, until finally I slump, completely spent.

Ruarok grows soft inside me. He plants a kiss on my damp shoulder. “If that’s not going to get this baby out, nothing will.”

I can’t help but giggle. “Not that either of us would mind a second try.”

I wake that night to pain clutching my belly. “Oh!”

Ruarok is immediately awake beside me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“I think it worked.”

“The baby’s coming? ”

“Yes, it’s started. Get the midwives.”

I’ve never seen Ruarok move so fast. He leaps out of bed and races for the door. I clear my throat to get his attention.

“Umm, you might want to put on some clothes first.”

He’s completely naked, and I have no wish for the midwives to get such an intimate view of my gorgeous husband.

“By the gods,” he curses and grabs some pants.