Just Peachy (Closed for Jadeknight)

He raised an eye ridge for a moment at her little nod. He blinked as she picked up the glass of orange juice and downed it. He chuckled as he walked over to stand beside her. He reached up and stroked her cheek gently.

“This is why you have to eat more. Keep your strength up.”

He thought for a moment before motioning to a servant. He whispered in her ear. She nodded before moving into the kitchen. She soon returned with a plate filled with pancakes and strawberries, placing it before Pesch.
 
She turned her head away from him and gently batted his hand away, the action itself making her a little dizzy. His hand had felt almost tender on her cheek and it reminded her of the dreams she had experienced that night. Even though he had no idea what she had dreamed within the privacy of her mind, it still embarrassed her a little to dream of him like that. Peach put her head in her hands for a moment to steady herself, looking up as she smelt something delicious heading her way.

Princess Peach looked down at the plate of pancakes and her mouth watered. They smelled divine and looked so fluffy and soft. She took her fork and immediately started eating as though she hadn't eaten in days. Unlike Bowsette, she didn't shovel food into her mouth; rather, she was simply ravenous in her consumption of her breakfast. It wasn't long before she had not even a strawberry left on her plate.

Her dizziness seemed to have been mitigated by the food, making her more relaxed and amenable to being civil. She wiped her mouth off with a napkin and addressed him, "Thank you... It was kind of you to have this made for me specially. I seem to be out of sorts this morning."
 
He smirked a little at her batting of his hand, but he didn’t say anything about it yet, deciding to let it pass for the time being. However, he didn’t move from beside her as he watched her eat to make sure she did. He smiled and nodded at her words of thanks.

He laid his hands gently on her shoulders and squeezed gently for a moment.

“Of course, It would be so cruel of me if I didn’t take care of my princess.”

He leaned down and ran his tongue lightly over her cheek for a moment.

“Perhaps you need something else?”

He didn’t say anything, but he did pick up a tiny whiff of her arousal from earlier, still lingering.
 
His hands on her shoulders made her stiffen a bit, as it was reminiscent of how things had started out in the garden as well. She was about to make a retort when his tongue glided over her cheek. Peach shivered, reminded of her dream last night.

She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. He had an excellent sense of smell, but she thought she had cleaned herself up thoroughly enough that he wouldn't pick up on anything. Maybe he didn't and he was simply flirting with her because he himself desired her. In any case, she had indeed cleaned up the outside well, but she still had fluids inside her pussy that would spill out if she became a little more aroused.

"The only other thing I want this morning is a large helping of bacon," the princess replied shortly. Her stomach still craved more food and her body specifically wanted a protein of some sort. One of her hands went to her belly briefly and she frowned when it felt different than normal. Perhaps it felt more round. She resolved that after breakfast she would have to look in the mirror. It was so odd that her body seemed to be growing a bit, her breasts now straining against her dress. Little did she know that they were slowly filling with milk.
 
“Bacon? You seem rather hungry this morning.”

He did signal to the servant for the request, but he was also watching how she was acting. Something was different this morning, and he was curious about it. He had seen her hand move to her stomach, rubbing it for a moment. And from his angle, her dress did seem a little tighter.

“Is something wrong princess?”

As if to emphasize his question, his hands slid down to her breasts. He didn’t go beneath her dress, but over it as he squeezed them lightly in his hands.

“Your breasts seem a little bigger than normal.”
 
“I am, yes. It must be a result of my overly light consumption of food lately...” Her tone indicated that she really wasn’t sure, but she was hoping that this was the case. Peach did not even consider the possibility of pregnancy, especially after her first time. All she knew was that her body was craving bacon.

She glanced down at his hands, noticing that they indeed looked larger than they did when he had fondled her before. “Perhaps they’re swollen from your fondling yesterday.” Her voice was tinged with worry. She had been hoping that maybe it was all in her head due to the dizziness or lack of food, but even he noticed that they were larger than normal.

Usually, she might have been highly offended that he was groping her, but her own worry superseded that right now. They felt heavier than normal too.
 
He gave a little chuckle at her comment about his fondling making them bigger.

“If that was the case, I would them all day.”

Though he didn’t say anything, he could do that if wanted through magic. However, he liked her just the way she was. He didn’t remove his hands, but continued to tease her by squeezing and kneading her breasts slowly and deeply like a cat would. The servant also brought out a plate of bacon, placing it in front of her.

“Just so you know, your first language lesson is this afternoon.”
 
She narrowed her eyes at him, pursing her lips; she couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, so she chose not to reply. When the bacon came, her mouth watered once more and she reached over to grab a piece, munching on its delicious crunchy ness.

Princess Peach noticed that when he would knead her breasts deeply, it felt good, but it also felt odd. It was almost like her body was responding to his motions, wanting him to specifically squeeze her breasts. What she didn’t notice was that he had squeezed out a bit of milk, creating two damp spots on her dress where her nipples were. She didn’t see it yet, but it was readily visible to anyone within earshot.

Peach nodded to acknowledge his words. “Thank you for the bacon. After this meal, i’ll Probably go to to bathe before I meet with him.” She mentioned in between her deliberate consumption of all the meat on her plate. It was exciting to think that soon she would be a step closer to figuring everything out.
 
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“Of course, I will always take care of my princess.”

He didn’t notice the wet spots yet, do he continued to knead and squeeze her breasts. For now, he was just happy with getting her on edge and learning to enjoy the pleasure he could give to her.
 
Peach quickly finished her meal and wiped off her mouth. She no longer felt dizzy, but still felt somewhat odd. He was still kneading her breasts, so she looked down at his hands, having thought he would have been done by now. In looking down, she saw the two wet spots and she turned a little pale.

She had no idea what was going on, but it was certainly humiliating to have leaked fluid from her nipples in any case. Peach stood up quickly, gently pushing his hands away and crossing her arms over her chest protectively.

“I need to leave. Thank you for breakfast.” A little bit of panic infiltrated her tone. Turning around, she headed for the door.
 
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He frowned for a moment as she pushed his hands away from her chest. It wasn’t surprising for him, he knew she was still at the stage where she wouldn’t be so comfortable completely with him. However, the way she panicked, covered her breasts and try to run got his attention more fully.

“What is your hurry?”

Grabbing her wrist as she passed by, he pulled her to him. Keeping a grip on her left wrist, he gently but forcefully pulled her arm from over her breasts. Placing them together in his left hand, he held her wrists to her waist. He hummed for a moment as he looking at the wet spots for a moment before leaning closer, sniffing a little.

He caught her natural scent which was mixed with her milk. He smirked for a moment before resting his other hand over her slightly swelled abdomen. He doubted he could feel anything, as she would mst likely carry eggs since he was a dragon.

“I think we will have to get new clothes made for you my princess.”
 
She struggled for a minute as he grabbed her wrist, but soon stopped as she realized his grip was too strong to shake off. Peach wanted to crawl into a hole and live there from then on as he looked at the wet spots and sniffed them, the embarrassment evident on her face as she wilted in his hands.

The look on his face she expected, but the way he caressed her belly with his hand... Peach’s eyes widened as she looked from his face to his hand and back to his face. Everything clicked at once: the craving more food, feeling dizzy, tight clothes, round belly, and how he had been able to squeeze what she now assumed to be milk from her breasts. She violently shook her head and said, “NO.” It was a tone of pure horror and disbelief.

“It’s just been a day... there’s no way I would be showing this early. This is a mistake!” Princess Peach now struggled with renewed vigor until a wave of dizziness hit her and she had to lean on him to avoid falling over, panting softly.
 
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He shake his head gently, keeping a hold of her wrists as she tried to struggle against him. It wouldn’t be good for her to harm herself right now. When she leaned against him, he wrapped an arm around her protectively.

“Easy princess. Pregnancy works differently for dragons than other races.”

He reached down and picked her up in his arms. He carried her back to her room, laying her down.

“Perhaps we should cancel that lesson today.”
 
Peach laid her bed in shock for a moment before scooting up to a sitting position against her pillows and headboard. She glared at him, thinking to herself that this was all his fault. Bearing his children was not something she had ever wanted to do, and now even that was forced upon her, from her first time being intimate no less.

Her breasts felt heavy against her chest, and she resisted the urge to pick them up in her hands to see how full they were. It made sense now why they leaked from his gentle kneading. She knew that reptiles didn’t drink milk, so she would likely have to milk herself to keep her breasts from becoming too full.

“Fine, just leave me alone.” She looked away, feeling a mix of sadness, fear, and anger.
 
He shook his head for a moment. However, he could understand why she was feeling like she was. What she needed was a bit of time to adjust. He just gave a bit of a bow to her before leaving her room. He did leave the door open, making way to the throne room and sitting.
 
Princess Peach didn’t want to deal with any of it right then, so she took off her dress, hung it up, and slipped under her covers to sleep. It didn’t escape her how accommodating he was being to her whims and outbursts. She wondered if he felt sorry for her or simply didn’t want her too stressed for the child’s sake. Her eyes drooped as she slowly fell asleep.

Bowsette burst into the throne room, going straight up to him and sitting in his lap. She was still in light armor with her hair pulled back; not a drop of mud to be seen on her except on her forearms and shins, presumably where she blocked and knocked recruits over. “Hey there, my illustrious Master, did you miss me? I taught newbies the finer art of how to take a fall and get back up quickly.”
 
He had spaced out thinking of how to contour pushing a Peach forward into accepting him and her situation. The thought of her crown had popped into head as a perfect catalyst.

He was thinking of how to enchant it when Bowsette came running in. He umphed a little as she dropped into his lap. He chuckled and smiled.

“Things were a bit quiet for a bit. I see you enjoyed yourself.”

He hummed for a moment before chuckling.

“I need to get something taken care of, so why don’t you go and get dressed?”

He smacked her ass lightly for a moment.
 
Bowsette giggled from his slap, getting up off of him and twirling. “I know, this outfit is far too sexy. You wouldn’t be able to keep your cocks out of me.” She smirked and groped her boobs for a moment before walking out with a pep in her step.

Peach continued to sleep, curled up on her bed. She dreamt of home and of the comfort of her own castle.
 
He chuckled and shook his head as he watched her head off. He soon went to the treasure room, picking out Peach’s crown. He replaced the jewels with ones more suited to her. Then he placed a small spell on it that would slowly soften her feelings towards him.

Satisfied, he made his way to Peach’s room. There, he placed the crown beside her bed and gave her another round of pleasure filled sleep. Kissing her forehead lightly, he went back to his treasure room to watch both of his pets.
 
Peach had another erotic dream, this time she was in the garden, laying among the lilies. Her pale body contrasted her black dragon tattoo as she naked on top of the beautiful flowers. Vines started to curl around her legs and arms, gently holding her in place and opening her legs for a couple inquisitive vines. One rubbed against her slit, warming her up while the other traced around her ass. When her body was ready they penetrated her, wiggling and pushing inside of her. As it was a dream, she wasn’t alarmed and just let the pleasure take her, opening her mouth as one pushed against her lips. The three vines fucked her holes as two more squeezed her breasts until milk squirted out.

She woke up and looked around, aroused and confused. Her eyes found the crown on the nightstand and she stood up, picking up the crown and putting it on her head. Going over to the mirror, she looked at herself with her crown and her naked tattooed body, her belly a bit round and her breasts large. She smiled a little; it was nice of him to give it back to her. Peach then went to the door and closed it, locking it. She went to her bed and slipped under the covers, returning the crown to the nightstand

Her hands started to roam her body, sliding over her skin. They went to her breasts and pinched her nipples, teasing and pulling them. The princess let out a soft moan, her legs rubbing together gently.
 
Though he didn’t focus in on Peach, he could tell from her body language she was in a better mood. He continued to watch her crawl back into bed. He wondered how long she would stay in bed. After all, she had been exited to learn to read.
 
A knock at the door jarred Peach out of her self-petting. She got out of bed and grabbed a soft robe, wrapping it around herself and tying the string. She then adorned herself with her crown, the gold accessory feeling at home on her head. Unlocking the door, she found Bowsette standing there in her dress.

The koopa woman looked her up and down and laughed. “You’re looking plump, Peach. I thought you would have been skinnier, but maybe you’ve been sneaking off to the kitchens far too often.”

Princess Peach crossed her arms and scowled. Her pregnancy was none of Bowsette’s business, so she kept quiet about it. “My body is none of your concern. Why are you even here?”

Bowsette grinned. “I just thought I’d see how you were doing.” She looked up at Peach’s crown, grabbed it, and ran away laughing maniacally-teasing Peach was still her favorite game.

Of course, Peach ran after her shouting and trying to grab her. “Come back here, that’s mine!”
 
He raised an eyebrow for a moment at the sudden change of pace between the two. He chuckled and laughed as he watched Bowsette play keep away from Oeach. He watched for a little longer before putting down the viewing balls.

He had just stepped in to the throne room when a servant came to him. It seemed the tutor for Peach had arrived. The kindly old man was currently waiting at the front door. Ragnar hummed for a moment before making a decision.

It didn’t take him long to catch Bowsette, lifting her and throwing her over his shoulder before taking the crown and holding it to Peach.

“The tutor is here, so princess I would suggest you get dressed. And you are going to learn too.”

He gave Bowsette a smack on the ass to emphasis his point.
 
Bowsette has seen him coming, but didn’t expect him to catch her so swiftly. She hung over his shoulder like a sexy sack of potatoes. Her hands took the opportunity to sensually rub his back.

Peach panted, completely winded from running after her in her pregnant state. She took the crown back and put it on her head once more. Shifting, she didn’t know how to broach the subject, but her old dress was still wet from her breasts. It was odd, she got the feeling that he would listen if she asked him for something.

“Would you give me a shawl? My dress is still... stained from earlier.” Peach said this hesitantly, wondering if he would accommodate her request. It would truly be embarrassing if her first meeting with the scholar had her looking in such a state.

Bowsette giggled and he heard her whisper, “harder...” in the background.
 
He gave a little smirk for a moment at Bowsette’s whisper. He decided that if she was going to behave, some measures would need to be taken. He dropped her on the ground before motioning to a servant. Whispering to the servant, who nodded and started off.

“Follow the servants princess. Then meet in the dining room.”

He made a couple of motions, a pair of shackles forming around Bowsette’s ankles. He grinned for a moment to her.

“Try not to run too much.”

He winked to her before moving to escort the tutor to the dining room.
 
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