The Reunion

With an understanding passing between the pair, the husband takes the light platform, and plants its feet in the bottom of the tub. Quickly, the prince sits atop of it, elevating his body from his thighs up into the air. Running her muscular arms up her husband's thighs and encircling his lower back, the queen effortlessly takes his entire length into her mouth, careful to tilt her head as not to put pressure on his gravid belly. Letting out a moan of pleasure, the prince digs his hands into his wife's scalp. Feeling her husband's hands grasping her head, the she orc slowly pulls of her husband's cock until just the head is inside, then moves back down his member's length again, making sure to let her moist tongue slide along the underside.

"By the god's, I've missed that!" the prince exclaims loudly as the moist heat of his wife's mouth massages his dick.

The queen's taste buds begin to register the familiar taste of her husband's pre-cum leaking into her mouth. She eagerly starts to tongue the prince's slit in his cock to coax more of her husband's fluids out of his member, resulting in more groans from her lover. Knowing it won't take a lot to push the prince over the edge, the queen takes her finger and slowly penetrates her husband's rear.

Feeling his wife finger his rear hole for the first time in half a season nearly causes an instantaneous explosion of his loins. It isn't until the queen curls her finger and massages his prostate that his balls contract and he explodes in his wife's mouth. As the she orc feels the sudden contractions of her husband's dick, her tasty reward follows. Pulling off her husband's dick with only the head left inside, the queen eagerly slurps down the offering of cum that's being presented to her. As spurt after spurt sprays the inside of her jaw, the queen eagerly sucks down every last drop as her husband's balls expel their contents.

Coming down from the high of his orgasm, the prince's cock becomes too sensitive for his wife's mouth. "Please stop. I can assure you that there is nothing left in there, no matter how much you try to drink it out."

Pulling off the prince's cock, the queen smacks her lips playfully. "Can you blame me? You have some of the most delicious fluids I have had the pleasure to taste. Besides, it would appear that you were a little...shall we say backed up?"

Raising up to eye level with her mate, the pair once again begin to kiss like long lost lovers. Despite recently having his cock drained, the prince's cock quickly regains its rigidity.

As the queen snakes her tongue in her husband's hot mouth, the nerve endings in her robust cock registers a pair of hands grasping it, and casually stroking. Groaning into the prince's mouth, the queen raises up in an effort to stop her husband. "Not yet my prince. I've been saving this load up for one place in particular, and that's not your mouth."

Standing up and stepping out of the washtub, the she-orc grabs a towel to dry herself. With a slight pout from the prince having been stopped before he could return the favor, he too stands and steps out of the tub to dry. Once the queen is satisfied that they are both sufficiently toweled off, she takes her husband's face in her hands and resumes their session.

Letting his hands roam, the prince runs his slender hands over the bulky forearms of his wife as they trade lip locks. Not to be outdone, he once again takes his hands, and circles the bulbous head of his wife's cock. Feeling the queen groaning into his mouth, the prince takes care not to move his hands to fast as to make her cum too soon. Breaking the passionate embrace, the prince looks into his wife's orc face. "Is this big thing for me? I bet your balls are aching to unload deep inside of me, aren't they?"

With a pulse in her cock, the queen answers her husband giving his belly a rub for good measure. "Is that a trick question my husband? Because if it is, I can make sure that next time you are with child, there will be more than one in that belly of yours."

Giving a slight grin to the she-orc, the prince answers. "Careful now. You will get the opportunity to change the linens of our child, and that means more 'smelly' fun for you my wife. However, being that I am already with child, there is no harm in letting you fill my insides with your nectar."

Turning around to give his wife a view of his backside, the prince lightly tugs her cock as he directs her to the royal bedchamber. Similar to the washtub, the queen previously arranged for a larger than average bed to accommodate not only the queen, but her mate as well. As both husband and wife reach the bed, the prince purposefully goes around to the night stand, and retrieves the special vial that will need to be refilled soon.

Kneeling on the bed with her cock rigid, the queen watches her fecund husband retrieve the special vial produced by the orc mages for their coupling. The prince crawls on the bedspread toward the queen, and once again takes her cock into his mouth. Moaning as she feels his lips massage the head of her she-cock, Glasha gently reaches down and runs her hands through her husband's short, blonde hair.

Slowly a state of slight frustration grows for the she-orc as the prince does just enough with his tongue to drive up her arousal, but not enough to get her any closer to peaking. Suddenly, she feels her husband's mouth release her member, and watches as he turns and lays on his back, exposing himself for her viewing pleasure. Taking in the view of her husband's belly heavy with their child, her cock continues to throb at the anticipation of what is to come.

Taking the vial in his hand, the prince hands it to his wife to do the honors. "You don't mind preparing the two of us, do you? I don't think that anybody can take your girth without a little help?"

Taking the vial from her prince, the queen responds with the familiar toothy grin on her face. "Trying to flatter me by complimenting my loins? Well, it certainly is working my dear prince."

Lifting her husband's legs in the air, the she-orc grasps the lean calves of her husband, and slowly kisses down the back of each one of his legs. Leaving a trail of sheen down to his rear, the queen puts his legs on either side of her head, and spreads them as far as they can comfortably go. With her husband's rosebud exposed to her, she uses one hand to hold up his balls as she penetrates his rear with her tongue. Putting pressure on his prince's rosebud, it resists the intrusion before it finally parts, and the queen's tongue begins to taste the insides of her husband.

Using her larger fingers to spread his hole more, her tongue gains greater access while she eats him out. Hearing the groans of approval from her prince, the she-orc pulls her tongue back, much to the groaning of her lover. Carefully, the queen takes just a bit of the liquid and coats a couple of her fingers. Rubbing her finger tips around his sensitive opening, the queen generously lathers up the prince's skin, before finally pushing the first finger inside.

Gasping at the intrusion, the prince's body tenses and he grasps the bed sheets in an attempt to control himself. Not since the last time the pair was together had he experienced the pressure of an intruder in his rear. Feeling the much larger finger of his wife move and shift inside of him, the prince looks down at his mate, but his pregnant belly obstructs his view. Only the top portion of the queen's head is visible, as well as the muscular globes of her rear end farther behind. As his hole registers the fingering motion of his wife's digit, the nerve endings in his balls register the warmth and moisture associated with having his balls sucked into his lover's mouth.

Trying to maintain his composure, the prince makes an effort to pant as his desire rises, even having been gotten off a short while ago. As his wife continues to work on his testicles, the second round of intense pressure begins as she adds a second finger for a total of two in his rear. Similar to the first time he experienced this, his nervous system registers intense pressure that borders on uncomfortable. It was never natural to stick things up there, but with the help of his wife, he found a distinct pleasure in the intense sensations in his rear.

Feeling a withdrawal of the digits in his bottom, the prince looks down at his wife as she raises up on her knees. With the vial in her hand, she rests her mammoth she-cock on her husband's round belly. "You know my dear prince. I believe your insides are as ready as they are going to be, but I thought you should have the honor of preparing this."

Feeling the heat of her cock on his skin, the prince replies in a coy fashion. "Me prepare you? What happened to chivalry?"

In an equally coy and playful response, the queen answers her prince. "Well, it isn't so much 'chivalry' as it is the ability to pass blame. You see my husband, when the both of our loins are satisfied and you cannot even walk straight without assistance, I will be able to safely say that it's not completely my fault. After all, it was you that was responsible for properly preparing my member for your insides."

Looking into the toothy face of his mate, the prince simply grins and holds his hand out for the vial. Unstopping it, the prince pours a generous amount on the she-cock resting on his belly. Using his hands, he encircles the queen's member and runs his hands her full length. Paying special attention to her bulbous head, the prince massages the liquid on the rough skin, and is rewarded with periodic spurts of pre-sex fluids. For good measure, the prince uses one of his free thumbs to finger his wife's cock slit, her groans signaling her approval.

Moving down the cock, the prince's nerve endings in his hands registers the slightly rougher skin texture compared to his own cock. Veins that cover his lover's cock pulse in tune to her heartbeat. Barely able to reach up to the queen's base due to his gravid state, the prince runs his hands the full length of her cock an extra couple of times for good measure until every inch of it is covered in a sheen.

Satisfied with his work the prince releases his wife's cock, and rubs the excess liquid onto the sides of his belly. "Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to put that beast of yours inside of me?"

With a slight chuckle, the queen takes her lubricated member in her hand, and lowers her torso. Using both hands to carefully aim it, the queen aims her cock head at her husband's rosebud. Feeling his wife's sex at his rear, he pleads with his wife. "Please, go slow. I haven't had anything near as large as your member inside of me since we've last been together."

With a nod of trust and concern, the queen gently begins to use her muscular lower body to move her member inside her lover. Feeling his rear slowly giving way, the prince closes his eyes and grasps the bed sheets in his fists, panting in an attempt to once again calm himself. As the intense pressure grows, he feels a burning down below as his rear struggles to accommodate the flared head of his wife's sex. Letting out a gasp, the nerve endings in his hole register the slightest contraction, indicating that the head of the queen's sex was now nuzzled inside of him.

The she-orc, rubbing her husband's lower body, confirms what he already knew. "The tip is inside. May I continue?"

With a groan in his voice, the prince responds. "Not yet. Please let me get accustomed to your girth again."

Feeling the large hand of his wife giving his face a gently caress, the pair simply lie on the bed in the same position for a period of time. The prince registers no movement from his wife's lower body, and admires her patience as his body grows accustomed to the member deep inside.

Feeling the slightest hint of a relaxation of his ring, the prince gives the queen permission to continue. "Alright, I think my body is ready to accept more of you."

Putting her arms on either side of her husband's frame and beginning to push, she gives her husband a caveat. "Tell me if you need me to stop."

With a nod of his head, Glasha once again puts more pressure behind her lower torso and her cock slowly disappears into her husband. While the queen has never been penetrated before, she has been told that the feeling compares best to simply intense pressure, after the initial penetration is complete. As the moist heat of her husband's insides surround her member, the discipline that is being required of her not to force her entire member deep inside of him is intense. The fact that this man is not a common whore, but a royal prince, her mate, and the bearer of their child come together to prevent her from being too forceful, at least this time. As the pumping veins of her cock steadily disappear, the prince continues a steady pace of breathing, coupled with grasping the sheets tightly and then releasing as required.

As the queen nearly bottoms out in her mate, she addresses her husband. "I am mostly inside of you. The base is all that remains."

Replying only by both gripping the sheets, and giving his wife a nod, he prepares himself for the last part. Grasping her husband's hips in her hands, the queen pulls her husband onto the final exposed portion of her member. Using a firm grip, the she-orc's lower groin registers the feeling of soft, pliable flesh meeting her own hips as she bottoms out in her mate.

Letting out a groan, the prince asks his wife for a pause. "Please remain still and let my insides grow accustomed to you again."

The prince, recognizing a nod from his wife, feels his wife's hands once again roam body to comfort him. As the prince closes his eyes and maintains his breathing, the stretched skin on his belly registers a pair of strong, battle worn hands on his midsection. Feeling the queen's hands roam over his belly distracts from the great pressure deep inside of his insides from his wife's sex. The nerve endings in his belly, and eventually thighs continue to register the reassuring actions of his wife. As a result, the prince's insides relax slightly around his wife's she-cock, enough to allow them to continue. "Please continue, but go slow."

With a nod of her own, the she-orc slowly withdraws her member from her husband. Looking down as she withdraws, it is as if her mate's insides cling to her member as it is withdrawn. Feeling a slight chill as her cock is exposed to the open air, the queen stops with just the head inside, and slowly plunges back into the prince, feeling her lower abdomen come in contact with her husband's balls.

Feeling his insides near as a riverbed without a river, a sense of emptiness assaults the nerves endings of his rear hole before his wife rectifies that. Feeling his wife bottom out inside him for the second time that day, the two build up a steady rhythm of intimate movement. Moving her arms on either side of her husband, the queen's eyes meet her husband's as they stare into each other. As the friction of their loins continue to lessen, the queen pulls out slightly, and bends over to take her husband's mouth in her own.

Wrapping his legs around his lover and grasping her arms on either side of his frame, he returns the passionate embrace. The queen, releasing her husband's mouth, continues the steady rhythm. As the sounds of husband and wife making love in their bed fill the room, a very distinct musky haze fills the royal bedchamber.

As the queen's thrusts begin to reach a fever pitch, the nerve endings in her member register a different sensation deep inside her husband. Bringing her thrusts back down to a slow pace, the queen once again runs her hands over her lover's distended midsection. "Roll on your side. I think that we may be rubbing the little one through your flesh with our passion."

With a look of understanding between the two, the prince rolls on his side, never allowing his wife's member to leave his cavity. With the resulting position change, the queen gets treated to a side view of her fecund husband. Whatever the reason, she continues to admire his gravid midsection, and slightly arched back to accommodate the extra weight. Giving her husband's belly another slight caress, she notices his cock head peeking out from between the cleft of his legs. Lifting the leg nearest to her, the queen lightly takes her prince's cock in her hand. Groaning from the sensations, the queen does only enough to fuel his desire, but not enough to allow him to peak. Gently fondling his balls, the queen once again pulls out of her husband until only the tip of her member is inside, and thrusts it back in again.

Falling again into the familiar rhythm, the pair thrust back and forth in the throes of passion. Not missing a beat, the queen crouches her upper body and take the prince's earlobe in her mouth, making sure to tongue the ear a touch. Hearing her husband's groan of approval, the queen moves down and nips at the upper part of his neck. Unable to crouch her back any longer, the queen straightens up but her mate isn't about to be outdone.

Taking his free arm, the prince reaches up and toys with his wife's muscular upper body. He starts by taking only a single finger, and tracing the cut abdominal muscles of his mate. Eliciting a chill from his wife, the prince moves his one finger up the increasingly sweat laced green skin of the queen until he reaches her breasts. Gently using the same one finger to tease her, the prince slowly runs it around the perimeter of her breast, stopping only briefly to finger the steel-like nipple. As the queen picks up the pace, the prince begins to feel the beginnings of his wife's peak approaching. In an attempt to brace himself, the prince grasps the sheets with one hand and his wife's breast with the other.

As the queen's balls churn in anticipation of their release, the pace of her thrusting reaches a fever pitch as she pounds her husband. Leaning forward once again, she warns her husband. "I'm close. Release my chest and make us peak together."

The prince takes his hand, and reaches around his gravid midsection and starts to jerk off his own hard cock. Looking into his wife's face, the contortion of her facial muscles signal the pending explosion from her loins. In an instant, the queen lets out a growl into the bedchamber signaling her first release since last they coupled. As the queen's entire lower body shakes, the prince's own lower body shakes as his own eruption takes shape. As the prince's balls contract and expel their contents onto the bed sheets, his insides begin to get coated with his wife's fluids.

With her eruption forcing tears from her closed eyes, the queen's sex expels fluids into the prince's insides. In a sudden fit of weakness, the arms of the battle worn she-orc fail, and face plants directly into the bedsheets adjacent to her mate. Fortunately, the queen maintains enough cognizance to roll as she does so, resulting in the two of them in a spooning position. While the queen's cock loosened a bit from her lover, the she-orc quickly grasps her husband's hips, and fully embeds it back inside of him, still spraying his insides.

While the prince's eruption subsides, the queen's continues for a longer period of time. Bordering on a seizure, the prince's insides fill up with her cum until it begins to leak our around his rear. Only after another full minute does the queen's eruption subside and her cock begin to soften.

Bringing her arms around her mate, she thanks him in a raspy voice. "That was amazing! I apologize for being a little rough, but I couldn't hold it back anymore."

Taking her hand in his, the prince brings it up to his face and lightly plants kisses on it. "There is no need for apologies my wife. It was just as intense for me to be filled to the brim with your sex. However, let's wait a little bit before we go again."