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Her pleas for just a little softer stopped and she gave me that sexy, sassy laugh. She looked back over her shoulder at me, all trouble. Careful, girl, I warned her, without saying the words just yet. I opened my hand and spanked her hard enough to leave a bright red welt on her lily-white ass.
But she didn’t relent. As I fucked her, her body bucking and rolling, she bit her lip and watched me. “You’ve already fucked a baby into me, my King.”
Wait. Wait a fucking minute. I plunged into her all the way, and paused there inside her, cock throbbing, pussy pulsing, my entire body dripping with sweat. “You mean…?”
She nodded. Her pussy tightened as she said, “Yes, I do.”
That meant I’d knocked her up before I married her. Hottest thing in the goddamned world. My orgasm hit me like a dam breaking right down the middle. I gripped her hard by the hips without pulling out. Staying there, safe inside her, I pulsed squirt after squirt of cum into her pussy. A baby. She was having my fucking baby. Holy fuck, yes.
When my balls were drained and my cock finally went half-hard, I pulled out of her. I rolled her onto her back and then got in bed beside her, nestling my head against her belly. I turned my cheek and pressed my lips to her soft skin, as she ran her fingers through my sweat-soaked hair.
Never in my life had I really been happy. Not until her. Not until now.
Epilogue
Randal
Five years later
I dismounted in front of the very spot where I was crouched when first Iris called out for my help. Every year on our anniversary, we came back to Iris’ old farm to help with calving. As I patted my mare, I heard her laugh ring out from the old milking shed, now rebuilt. The whole place had been updated and improved, at her direction. She was damned proud of the place and so was I. But it wasn’t just her beautiful laugh that I heard. It was also…
“Daddy!” Yelled the kids, running at full spring across the yard to get to me. I dropped to one knee. Randal II was in the lead, long and lanky even at five years old. But his little sister Maggie was hard on his heels, with a furious look on her face, tongue sticking out as she ran as hard as she could with fists clenched to catch up to her older brother. So fucking cute. She had her mom’s eyes, and her mom’s hair, and she was tough as nails, just like Iris.
Randal got to me first, wrapping his arms around my neck. His hair was damp with sweat, and he had bits of hay and feed all over his clothes. Maggie, though, not to be beat, launched herself up on top of her brother’s back like a possum, and hung on tight to both of us.
They easily fit in my arms, both of them together, and I hoisted them up off the ground, which they answered with fucking fantastic, ear-splitting giggles. They did it every damned time I got them up in the air. And it never, ever got old.
Taking Maggie under one arm and Randal under the other, I hauled them across the farmyard like bales of hay. “Iris,” I hollered. “Found some old rotten bales. I’m gonna go toss them in the canal.”
“Nooooooo!” Maggie giggle-screamed.
Randal giggled too, but then panted, “Not the canal, Dad! Not today! One of the heifers is about to have its baby!”
Serious business, indeed. Kneeling again, I let the kids go, and they took off for the milking shed, boots smacking the mud, and Maggie’s skirt all bunched up in her underclothes, showing a peek of her butt as she ran.
Just as they slid out of my arms, I spotted Iris, standing in one of the barns. Since the big barn doors on both sides of the building were wide open, she stood in silhouette—her belly heavy and round with our third. It made me think of the stolen princess of legend, her three children represented by the three stars on our family crest. Would my own children go on to found kingdoms of their own? Not if I could help it. I’d keep them as far away from royal duties as I could, for as long as I could. Watching Iris, I felt my cock respond. Everything about her pregnant body was insanely fucking sexy—that crease between her belly and her hips, the extra softness of her arms, the ripple of extra weight at the backs of her thighs. Fuck. But her breasts especially drove me right out of my skull. Those milky tits. Christ almighty. Just the thought made my damned stomach growl.
Within a matter of a few long strides, I had Iris in my arms. I gave her a kiss and smacked her ass, which she answered with a playful swat of my hand and a smile into the kiss. “Bonny’s right there! Behave!”
