Rest Between Rounds

While Zutiria wanders around in the kitchen downstairs, Sam and I enjoy a small moment alone after that delightful bullying session. Currently she's cuddling up to my side while her right hand continues to caress my pleasured shaft. "You sure had fun, didn't you?" Her smile turns into a shit eating, smug as hell grin.

"You're fishing for compliments, aren't you, Your Highness?"

She coyly giggles into my ear, whispering in that silky, husky tone of hers, "Was I that obvious...?"

I lean slightly over to kiss her on her forehead. "It felt amazing. Thank you."

"No, thank YOU, Daddy. After a rough day like today it's great coming home to a nice man like you who doesn't mind being put in his place." Sam sticks her tongue out at me in jest.

"I honestly don't mind the aggression. You've been a bit submissive as of late and I was getting worried you lost your touch."

My lover rolls her eyes at me, before she straddles my body and lays her warm, soft face down on my chest. "You wish." She smiles brightly and I return the gesture, at least until it fades away. Sam's expression becomes solemn and distant. She brings her finger to my pecs as she starts drawing little circles on my skin.

"So..." Sam starts to speak, but looks away. "Now that you know... the truth, about me and all that..." It pains her a great deal, but she flutters her eyes back in my direction with no small amount of anxiety.

If I were an asshole I would tease her, letting her know I've known about her identity as Crown Princess of the Realm from the start. But that's not what she needs right now. She's speaking from the heart, or at least trying to... So it's my duty as her man to reply with the same intensity.

"Nothing between us has changed, Sam. You're still my little Princess, and I'm still your Boss, your Daddy, or whatever else you need me to be for you."

Sam blushes. "And if I wanted to put a collar on you and take you for a walk, huh?"

"Woof."

Her elation knows no bounds and she practically jumps out of her skin with joy, but she manages to hold back and laugh awkwardly instead. She playfully slaps me across the face, though thankfully none of her supernatural strength is behind it. "Gods, shut up! You're awful when you try to be all romantic!"

"Only because I'm so good at it."

She smirks and squints her eyes at me. "Whoever said you were good at-?!" I interrupt her by swiftly taking her royal lips in mine and locking them tightly into a passionate, loving kiss. We linger in our dancing tongues for so long I worry Zutiria will be back before we're done, but it does nothing to stop us and we kiss for as long as we feel the need to.

As Sam finally pulls away with a red blush painting her cheeks, she nervously looks away and with a single hand begins playing with her tousled golden locks. She would look like a beautiful blushing maiden were it not for the dopey grin plastered across her face, but that's ok. It just makes her look even cuter. "I mean... I guess you're ok, and all..."

"Before Zutiria gets back and we get to having some more fun, I did wanna hear about how things went with the wolves." I tell her, briefly taking a more serious tone.

"Oh, yeah. Don't worry about that. I was able to run back and forth with like four wolves each trip and I don't mean to brag, but I'm pretty dang fast!" She very much DOES mean to brag.

"You mean when you aren't lugging around a massive iron blade."

"Don't be a bitch!" Sam laughs. "It took me like an hour to get all the little ones out of the way, and the big bastard was a bit harder, sure, but I was able to lug it all the way to Bludman's place. Just left it behind the building with his permission since we couldn't get it through the front door without... you know. I also saw where you left the weapons but honestly I'm deadass tired and at that point I just wanted to get home and fuck you."

"Fair enough." I can't help but smile. "And he paid, right?"

"Oh yeah we're good, Boss. Huge ass payout! Was surprised you got him to agree to forking over so much cash. He did do something kinda weird, though." Sam looks off to the side, trying to recollect the exact words.

"He better not have. I warned him against any funny business at all..." A threatening grumble escapes my throat and I squint my eyes.

"Nah nothing like that. It's just after he paid he took up one of his rustier cleavers and said about how I forgot one of the wolves or something, and that he needed to go skin it before it bled out."

I'm not sure I like the implication here, but I'm too tired, horny and hungry to think of what it might mean.

There's a knock at the bedroom door and we turn in unison to see Zuzu, who was courteous enough to announce her presence for us instead of scaring us with sudden blue text. She's carrying a large bottle of mead, three glasses and, ah... a slice of bread and an apple. 'I hope you know Sammy and I have never cooked a meal in our lives. Though my contact with others in the castle was limited, I was still served anything I wished and never had to worry about the preparation. Just eat it and be done with it so we can have more sex, Sir.'

I give a soft chuckle while Sam sits up and motions for the bottle. "Aw yeah, gimme that shit, Zuzu!"

The little mage shakes her head. 'I will not allow you to follow your father in his unending war against his own liver. Do you know how many times he's had to have it rebuilt over the years, Sammy? You may have a single cup and that's that.'

Sam whines like a kid being denied a delicious treat, but knows better than to argue with the older woman.

Zutiria hands me my bread and apple then places the glasses down on the nightstand. She pours two full sized glasses and a noticeably lighter glass for the young Princess, who in response takes rare offense at her best friend. I guess it is pretty odd to see Zutiria acting her age come to think of it, given how much of a tease and a prankster she can be when she wants to.

Regardless, Sam chugs down her cheap mead while I eat what was offered quickly, leaning over the side of the bed so that I don't get crumbs all over our already dirtied bedsheets.

A part of me feels self conscious that they have to settle for such awful quality food and drink when they both come from a background of being waited on hand and foot, but it's just all the more motivation to start working harder. I want my women to have the nicest things after all, even if... Well, I won't be competing with their former lives of castle luxury anytime soon, but still.

I finish up the last few bites of my meager meal and then as I down the glass of mead Zutiria's text appears asking me, 'Would you like some more, Sir?'

"Yes, please." I say, thinking nothing of it.

Much to my surprise the little lady wasn't talking about pouring me another glass at all. Instead she turns my face to hers and kisses my lips. She lets go a slow flow of sweet, love-filled mead pour down my throat.

Zutiria pulls back shyly and gives me a small, gentle smile. To her annoyance, Sam yanks her away from me and wraps her up in a hug. "What a sneaky little girl you are, Zuzu." The Princess smirks.

"You're just mad you didn't think of it yourself." I laugh and set the emptied glass of mead down on the nightstand beside the bed, preparing myself to rejoin the middle of the mattress.

"Shut up, Boss!" It was true, apparently as she blushes and looks away, leaving Zutiria no choice but to giggle. "And lay your pretty little ass back down-" Her Highness designates my spot for me on the bed. "You aren't done getting 'spoiled' for today."

'Assuming Sir doesn't mind if we continue to take charge.' Zutiria asks rhetorically.

���I have a distinct feeling I'm going to need the practice, if you two are really so insistent on me bedding the good doctor..." I say. I'm not reluctant, I think... but the thought is still hard to come to terms with. I obediently make my way to the spot Sam marked out for me and lay down.

Sam shakes out her wild and untamed hair, and seeing it shine in the dim candlelight of our room at night reminds me just how beautiful her golden strands are, regardless of being brushed or not.

"I'm first." She says with great excitement. "Are you still hard for me, Daddy?"