Conquering the Queen - Part 9

King Casimir kept his word. And in fact, it seemed to you that he got even more horny for you now that you were pregnant. 

“Be at ease now, my sweet. You and only you. You’re the mother of my child. You’re the one I’m fucking to my heart’s desire.” 

You sat atop him. He was supposed to be working at his desk, but he had been productive in other ways this afternoon - or rather, ‘reproductive.’ Because his cock was currently plugged up your already-sopping cunt. His hand was on your belly, which was now slightly swollen. He had one of your nipples caught in his mouth, and he was teasing it with slow circles with his tongue.

His guards had walked in several times, but your back was to them the entire time. If they knew that your pussy was currently filled to the absolute brim with his seed, they didn’t show it at all. And King Casimir carried on conversations about positioning of troops, trade of this crop, negotiations with this country as if he also weren’t rock hard deep inside you. 

But each time, as soon they left, he immediately resumed the fucking, and he absolutely ravished you. He kissed you senseless, and he couldn’t keep on ravishing you. Touching you. He didn’t want to tell you this, but you smelled absolutely divine - perhaps it was something about the pregnancy that made you emanate even more pheromones than usual? Either way, he thought pregnancy suited you extremely well. 

So as he bounced you on his dick there in his study room, he murmured dirty things into your ear.

“You’re so pretty, so beautiful. Your belly so round and swollen… You’re going to give me so many children. I’m going to breed you so many damn times, I love seeing your pussy stuffed with my cum…”