Gifts for Her

Haaaai Rose. Sorry it's so short

Flora is just about the most beautiful woman Addam has ever seen. As she looks down at him, smiling so widely, his stomach twists. His cunt is soaking as her hand slips from it, taking a moment to play with his hardening dick.

"You're so handsome, Addam," she praises him. "So wet for me already."

"You helped with that, my love," Addam breathes out, his chest shaking as he does. "But you can help it even more."

"You want me inside of you, don't you?" Flora teases, leaning down and pressing her lips against his. "My prince is so greedy these days."

"Can you blame me when my lady is so lovely?" Addam asks.

"I suppose I can't."

She presses into him then, her member a cute little thing that can drive Addam crazy like no other. Her fingers remain against his dick, rubbing slow, agonizing circles as she presses in and out of him.

"Flora," he groans, wrapping his legs around her and pulling her closer. "You always know how to treat a man right."

"Addam," she breathes against his lips, hips thrusting. "Only because you know how to treat a girl the same."

He reaches up a hand and lets it graze over her chest. She squeaks, in that cute way she always does when he plays with them. They've grown quite well over the years. Flora loves to joke that it's because of how much he touches them... But can you blame a man?

He was just transferring his own breast tissue to her through it, somehow. That's what he always says, pointing to his bound chest as proof. Even if right now she can see everything, what he one day would love to be rid of.

Even if he can't give it directly to her, that's fine. She always does giggle at the joke, anyway, so he continues saying it.

He pinches one of her nipples, and she shudders against him. He lets out a moan as her thrusts become jerky, less controlled.

"I want to fill you up," she breathes out. "Addam, oh Addam...!"

"Do it," Addam pulls her into another kiss. "I want to feel all of you, Flora!"

A final thrust, and she releases her seed into him, Addam throwing his head back as she does. They lay there in the afterglow, Flora resting her head against his chest and breathing heavily. He wraps his arms around her.

"We should do this again sometime!" He chirps after he regains himself some. "I do love the feeling of you making love to me."

"And I love the feeling of making love to you," she beams up at him from where her head lies. "When we have that little farm of ours... It would do us good to spend more time together like this."

"If that's what you want, my dear?" Addam grins. "I would be happy to provide."

"My feet are killing me!" Addam cries out as he collapses into one of the nice wooden chairs at their homestead. "Oh, Flora, why did I ever let you do this to me?"

"Because it means you get pampering while I tend to the fields," Flora chirps, planting a kiss on his head. "Though if you had it your way, you'd be in the fields despite it all."

Deep into his third trimester, Addam huffs as he rubs his belly. "I would love that, but this little one is just as important as those crops, if not more. Our little sunshine."

"Indeed," Flora taps her chin with a hum. "If it's hurting so much, I'm certain Dromarch would be able to help alleviate it."

"Now, I wouldn't want to bother him with that!" Addam shakes his head and smiles. "Just seeing your face makes it all the more bearable."

Flora beams at him, hands behind her back now. "That means we can have a second at some point, right, Addam?"

Addam hums. "We'll see how the childbirth goes, but I do love to give you just what you want."

She giggles, wrapping him in a hug. "You're too sweet to me, my prince."

"Never sweet enough, my lady."