Free Pregnant! By the Prince by Eliza DeGaulle Page A

followed. There was certainly a taboo aspect that my mind was feeding into. The asshole wasn't meant to be fucked, but here I was, defying nature and enjoying it anyway. In a country that calls everything from condoms to gangbangs sodomy. Delightfully naughty, I smiled.
    Leon of course, was more than enjoying the way my tight little asshole was squeezing him back. I remembered his face the last time I fucked him - he was struggling to keep from coming this time.
    A powerful tide rolled into my body, and rolled out. It was sweet enough to enjoy.
    The man I was to be wed to, though, didn't think this was enough for his fiance.
    He brought that expert hand back to my clit, which had been left out in the cold until just now. A gentle massage soon became quicker and rougher.
    The hand that wasn't there grabbed mine, and I grabbed it back.
    My clit on top of my ass? It was too much. My body was shaking with the sudden surge of sexual electricity blasting in every which way. Again, I was murmuring incoherently, my legs closing around him. He wasn't going to stop - I just wouldn't let him.
    Louder my voice became and I was utterly lost inside inside the ecstasy he was bringing me. He silenced me with a deep kiss, and pressed his body tight against mine. My breasts were rubbed by the firmness of his pecs, exciting them higher.
    My body was barely holding itself together. I wanted it to end, I didn't want it to end. Climax was so near.
    Again, my voice sang out, breaking away from Leon. There was something so different about coming with a cock in my ass, but still so marvelous. It spread over my body quickly, pulsing over me again and again in endless aftershocks, forced to endure even more by his delicate rubbing of my nub.
    I was in heaven. Without any doubt in my mind, I wanted this man's cock inside me some way every night for the rest of my life.
    That wasn't enough though. Leon's cock quivered inside me, both his hands grabbing tightly onto my hips. Blast after blast of come erupted into my asshole. Again it was strange, but delightfully wrong. Feeling his seed swish around in my backdoor, feeling him leak out onto my flesh as he finally, and regretfully, pulled away from me.
    He fell on to the bed beside me, and embraced me, our bare bodies entwined with one another. His grip was tight yet loving, his flesh greater than any pillow.
    Leon spoke into my ear, softly. "My princess, my queen - it doesn't matter, Beatrice. You are mine, and you shall always be so."
    I ached the good ache. I was still drifting somewhere off into heaven, but I came back to earth just enough to mutter the words. "The same to you."
    "Hah, I figure that's acceptable after all you've been through."
    I drifted into wonderful dreams in his arms, him delicate stroking my hair being the last thing I remembered.
     
     
    -Epilogue-
     
     
    The wind blew lightly against my face. It tickled my hair too, but I had it bound. On top of the highest mountain in Dolotovya, I had a clear view of the capital. I wanted to produce a piece that would capture its beauty for the rest of the world to enjoy.
    My dream - well, my dream before I met Leon. I still felt strongly passionate about it. Now I could afford private tutors of fine art, fly them in to teach me. I didn't have to worry about being a deadbeat mooching off my parents while doing it either - I had the best patron in the world.
    "And here's Queen Mommy," Leon's voice said in a sing song baby talk voice. He carried our daughter out of the mountain cabin. "Isn't she just beautiful? The way she has paint splattered all over her, and how her belly is swelling with your little brother or sister."
    Our marriage came soon after the engagement. We wanted some illusion that our child was legitimate - I didn't want to rock tradition too hard. Leon made sure everyone who mattered to me could attend, sending private jets to wherever they were needed to bring them to Dolotovya.
    I put down my paints and turned to him. "Really