Just Peachy (Closed for Jadeknight)

Bowsette looked down at the shackles on her ankles and smirked at him. She did an artful cartwheel, difficult to do with her ankles having a foot-long chain between them. It showcased the flexibility of her hips and showed off her panties for a moment as her dress slipped up from gravity. Landing back on her feet, she looked at him and answered playfully, "Oh, I won't." She then sauntered after the servant.

Princess Peach wondered if he was just sending her back to her room to retrieve her dress by itself, but something told her that he could be trusted to at least have something planned to cover her up. One of her crown's jewels glimmered in the light as she pondered why she felt like he had everything handled for her and that she didn't have to worry. She cast him one look of uncertainty before doing as he asked, willing to take a chance as they followed the servant down the hallway.
 
The servant led Peach back to her room. She went to the standing wardrobe that the princess hadn’t open yet. After shuffling through the folded clothes along the left side, a soft pink shawl was pulled out and presented to Peach to wear. The servant smiled sweetly, waiting for Peach to dress.

Meanwhile, Ragnar lead the old man who he had hired to be her tutor to the dining room. The old man pulled out a few pieces of blank parchment, two quill pens, and a bottle of ink. Ragnar took his seat as they waited on the princess.
 
Bowsette waited outside the room, inspecting her ankle shackles and seeing if she could jimmy them off with her sharp nail. She wouldn't actually take them off and leave them off, she knew he wouldn't like that; she just wanted to know if she could. The woman actually liked them as they decorated her ankles well and they made her feel like his sexy bondage slave.

The princess watched the servant retrieve the shawl and she took it gently from her hands. It was very soft to the touch and she liked the feel of it. She returned the servant's smile and walked away to grab her dress, putting it back on and then draping the shawl around her shoulders to be drawn around her chest, obscuring her breasts and the little wet spots. "Thank you." Peach said to the servant as they exited the room, picking Bowsette up in tow.

They all headed for the dining room and soon entered to see the wizened old man and Ragnar sitting and waiting for them. Peach and Bowsette took their seats and looked expectantly at the man. Peach extended her hand and said, "My name is Princess Peach. It's nice to meet you and I hope that our lessons will be fruitful."

Bowsette gave him a dismissive nod with her head, "Name's Bowsette, old man."
 
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The old man smiled a little at the two, nodding back. He also had a look towards Ragnar, giving a curt nod. The lesson was slow, since the old man had to act as both teacher, interpreter, and scribe for the ladies. He really had no basis how how to translate their written language into the realm's, so he was having to in a sense, wing it.

The writing was also painstakingly slow, since writing with a feather was delicate work. While books were mass produced, teaching two newcomers the basis of writing and practicing it was a bit tough on the old man. Bowsette's attitude really didn't help him as well.

By the time the lesson was done, the old man had barely gotten them through the first half of the realm's thirty six letters that made up the language. He also suggested they practice for the next lesson. Ragnar gave each of his pets a pet and kiss on the top of their heads before walking the old man to the door, giving him his pay for the first lesson.
 
When Ragnar kissed her head and was out of earshot, Bowsette groaned and slumped in her seat, "Fuuck that was SO boring. Next time, maybe I should pretend to be sick to get out of it."

Peach was still looking over the information, giving Bowsette a distracted nod. She was so immersed in studying the new information that she didn't even have the attention to be offended by Bowsette's suggestion. Everything seemed so intriguing and she thirsted for understanding. With their instructor's knowledge and experience, he had helped her get at least a small handle on the beginning basics. She absentmindedly rubbed her belly while she poured over her homework.

Bowsette seemed dissatisfied with her response, hating that she was being ignored. It was one of her major pet peeves, and she hated especially when it was Peach who was ignoring her.

"Hey, nerd. I'm talking to you." She swiped the papers from Peach's grasp, making Peach accidentally leave a streak of ink from the quill. The princess finally looked up to her and scowled.

"Why do you have to throw such fits? You're like a child!" Peach reached over the table and tried to grab the papers, but Bowsette was content to play keep-away with her counterpart.
 
He soon returned, but stopped in the doorway. He smirked and chuckled softly as he watched Bowsette tease Peach with the piece of parchment. He shook his head gently for a moment, content to watch them.

He had always found the lower races interesting to watch, their antics funny to him. They had come a long ways from when they had been sacrificing virgins to him in their hopes of appeasing him from destroying their way of life.

"You two are getting along so well as usual. When will we have fresh meat for the dinner table pet?"

He didn't move from the doorway, simply watching for now.
 
Bowsette looked over at him and grinned, throwing the papers upward to float and be scattered around the room, much to Peach's dismay and frustration. She then traipsed over to him and stretched, making sure to push out her chest for him as she yawned with one eye open to make sure he was looking at her.

"I should probably head out to do that soon. Maybe when I get back..." she pushed her body against him and put her arms around his neck. "you can help me unwind from hunting." Her tongue licked his chest before she pulled away from him and sauntered away to change back into her armor.

Peach stooped on the floor, having almost collected all of the parchments. She paused and huffed for a moment, things seemingly a little more difficult to do when pregnant. It could have been her imagination, but her belly seemed to have grown over the course of several hours. Her breasts were now almost painfully full and would need to be milked soon. The thought of it made her uncomfortable, but she just told herself that it would just be a normal thing to do.
 
He chuckled softly at Bowsette's sexual antics, but he did enjoy them as well.

"That might be arranged."

He watched her saunter off for a moment before shaking his head. It seemed she hadn't asked him to unshackle her yet, but she probably thought it would be that much more of a challenge to hunt in. After all, they didn't make any noise when she moved, unlike regular shackles.

Turning his attention to Peach, he watched her for a moment before moving to help her. He stopped beside her for a moment, one hand on her ass as he grabbed a couple of sheets of paper off the floor with the other hand. He stood back up and handed the parchment papers to her as well.

"How are you coming along?"
 
Peach noticed his hand on her ass, but didn't move to push him off. For some reason she wasn't quite as offended as she normally would be. That in of itself was a mystery to her, but she had much more pressing things on her mind.

"Honestly, I think my belly is a little bigger now. I'm probably going to return to my room for a bit to take care of.. well, to take care of other associated things." She felt a little too embarrassed to elaborate about her breasts being too full, but didn't see any harm in giving him a general update. She didn't necessarily want him to help her since it felt like more of a private manner, but she wished she felt comfortable enough to at least as him how she was going to dispose of the milk. She didn't even know where she was going to put the milk even if she was able to squeeze it out.

Peach gathered the papers from him and set them on the table, straightening up everything and gathering some of the papers and books in her arms. There was still ink, quills, and a few more books so she looked at him for a moment and asked, "can you help me take these to my room? I want to study more later, but I hope to avoid making two trips if at all possible."
 
He raised an eyebrow as she spoke of more pressing things to take care of. He was happy she seemed to be coming along so well in her pregnancy with his offspring.

"Of course. It would be of no problem for me to help."

He pulled his hand from her ass after a moment, moving to help her with the books as she wanted. He gathered up the books in his arms as he waited for her to gather up the rest of the items.

"There is no need to be shy if you need my help with anything. I am sure you have a question or two on how to handle being pregnant with my offspring, and I can help."

He watched her for a moment before heading towards her bedroom, his tail giving her ass a little smack.
 
Peach jumped and looked behind her after feeling the smack on her ass, half-expecting a person to be there since his hands were full. She then remembered that he had a tail and blushed from feeling foolish enough to have forgotten. Her ass was feeling a bit sensitive after he had fondled it, so the tap had been more intense. The feeling of it reverberating on her ass-cheek felt a little arousing to her surprise, though, and she couldn't help but wonder what his tail might feel like in her ass.

She shook her head, shocked and disgusted that she would even think such a thing. He had offered to help her, but she was hesitant. Usually she would have flat-out refused any of his help, but now she felt like it might be okay.

"I... need to expel some of my milk. I don't know how dragon pregnancy works, but I doubt whatever comes out of me will be suckling since I'm a mammal and they would be more like a serpent." Peach looked away from him in embarrassment. "I need something to put my milk in so that it can be thrown out." she mumbled.
 
He gave a little raise of his eyeridge for a moment as she told him what she planned on doing. He gave a little smirk for a moment.

"Well, it's true that your milk probably wouldn't be drank by our offspring. There probably won't be anything left when the hatching begins."

He paused for a moment at her door before pushing it open with his foot.

"Instead of just throwing the milk away, perhaps it can be used to give to a young baby somewhere in town. It would be a waste of precious resources. I am sure one of the servants can find a bottle or two to put your milk in."
 
“Hatching...” she murmured to herself. So it would be an egg then, not a human baby. In someways this made her feel a little relieved. She imagined that there would be less of a chance of complications while giving birth, and it might be several months until the egg hatched. Peach wondered whether the child would be okay if she ended up finding a way back to her own world.

She thought for a moment and followed him in, setting her books and parchment down on her desk. Dusting off her hands, she crossed her arms as though she were cold and looked up at him as he walked over with her study items. “That seems like a more appealing idea, surely. I hadn’t even considered that it might be put to good use.”

His suggestion had surprised her, the thoughtfulness of it slightly touching. Something whispered in the back of her mind that maybe he wasn’t as bad as she thought; her crown’s jewels gleamed in the light as she thought so.
 
He placed the books down on her desk and nodded in return.

"I hate to say it, but your kind tend to waste things very much. Wasting milk by throwing it out...no, it would be better to let others use it."

He moved to the door for a moment before stopping. He gave a smile for a moment before looking at her.

"Go ahead and undress, I'll help you to relieve yourself. I promise to be gentle my princess."

He looked out for a moment, motioning to a servant who was passing by. After making the request, it took a little bit before the servant returned with a empty bottle and cork stopper.
 
Peach couldn’t believe that he actually sounded very wise and practical to her right now. Sometimes she forgot that he was several times her senior seeing as he’s lived for so long.

She blushed and shook her head. The crown softened her feelings toward him, but she was still embarrassed by the idea of him, the unexpected father of her child, milking her large, swollen breasts. “I think I can manage... but thank you for offering,” she mumbled shyly. The princess then slipped off her dress and quickly walked to her bed, pulling the covers up over her torso. She still had her bra and panties on, but she still felt exposed, especially with her large belly.

The princess watched him get the bottle from the servant, seeing him turn to her, his eyes finding her in her bed.
 
He gave a little chuckle at seeing her back in bed so quickly. He had heard her little protest, but didn't comment on it yet.

He made his way over to her bed, setting on carefully beside her. He handed the bottle to her while he placed the cork by the bed. He reached down and placed his hand gently on her slowly swelling belly over the blanket. His hand slowly rubbing back and forth over her stomach as he sat and decided to enjoy her company.

"There is no need to be shy my princess. It is only natural."
 
Peach watched him come over, surprised that he simply down and rubbed her belly. For some reason, the gesture was oddly soothing to her. She sighed and leaned back against the headboard.

“I’m a little overwhelmed by all of this. Milking my breasts, having a child, giving birth to an egg... These weren’t things I wanted.” Peach looked a little bit uncertain as her head leaned back for her to look at the ceiling as it rested against the headboard as well.

She didn’t know why, but she decided to lean on him, resting her head on his shoulder.
 
He gave a little nod when she leaned against his shoulder. He lifted his other arm, wrapping it around her gently. His hand reached up to the back of her head, his claws gently stroking along the back of her head and neck.

"I understand how it can be. This is a new world and reality for you after all. Perhaps there is a way for you to return, but you are stuck here for now. However long you are here my princess, I will take care of you."

His other hand continued to stroke gently back and forth over her swollen belly. He kissed softly on the top of her head for a moment before being content to just hold her.
 
She wanted to hate him and shun him, but he was slowly disarming her, chipping away at her defenses. Peach actually realized she was starting to think fondly of him. He seemed considerate and kind. Domineering perhaps, but he was nothing if not gentle when she needed it.

The princess melted against him and relaxed, closing her eyes to the feeling of him stroking her with his claws, protectively with his arm around her. She reached around him and wrapped her arms around his chest, nuzzling him a bit. Peach wanted comfort, and right now he was giving her exactly what she craved.

"Will it be very painful?" she asked softly, referring of course to giving birth.
 
He was quiet at the question, not really sure how to answer it.

"There may be some pain involved. I can't say for sure one way or another."

He moved his hand from her stomach to wrap his arm around her waist gently. His claws grazed gently up and down her back, careful not to cut her. He looked down at her as she nuzzled against his chest. He did wonder how much the crown was helping and how much she herself was overcoming her hatred of him. Perhaps if she figured it out, it might really be too late to make a difference.

"The egg or eggs will have to be kept warm for a few months, but I do have a room to accommodate that."
 
She sighed, disappointed that she would have to endure the pain but grateful that he hadn't lied to her. That in of itself was a sign of respect that she was glad he afforded her.

Peach liked the way he gently scratched her back, it reminded her of the way her own father would scratch her and hold her when she was upset. Of course he had sent her away at a young age to her own castle to learn how to rule on her own, as well as to be tutored and educated in academics, magic, fighting, dancing, and other things.

"There might be more than one?" She looked down at her belly and wondered how many eggs one could have at a time. Peach wondered how one raised a dragon-child. Would it be able to shape-shift like he did? Or would it have more human blood and remain in a humanoid form?
 
He thought for a moment about her question before nodding.

"Yes, there could be. I believe the size of the eggs are dependent upon what the race of the mother can handle, so possibly up to three eggs."

He closed his eyes as he just held her, continuing to gently scratch along her back, neck, and head with his claws. He knew she would probably die before their offspring could even get out of their childhood, but he wasn't going to say anything like that to bring her mood down.
 
It was unlikely that her species would be able to give birth to three eggs, so she deigned not to worry about that. She shifted a bit and winced, her breasts becoming painfully fully. Peach didn't really have a choice at that point-she really needed relief. Retracting her arms from him, she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, letting her swollen breasts jiggle free before tossing the bra to the side of the bed. They were definitely larger than normal, filled with milk as they were.

The princess tried to hold the bottle and milk her breast with the other hand, but she was only able to get a small bit out. It would have been much easier if she had two hands to work with or maybe had a better angle to work with. Reluctantly, she looked over at him, "Could you... help me? I'm having a hard time doing this."

It killed her to ask for help, but it was painful and she was willing to look past her embarrassment in order to get relief from the ache she felt.
 
He released his arms a little as she shifted away from him. He smiled a little as she unclasp her bra, seeing how much bigger her breasts were from the milk she carried. He did feel a little sorry for her to have to do the milking herself. He did offer to help after all.

"Of course."

He chuckled as he took the bottle from her in his hand. He gripped the bottle lightly to not break it. He lifted the bottle up, placing the opening to that it was over her left nipple first, angled to catch her milk as she squeezed.
 
"Thank you." She mumbled shyly. Peach began to use both hands to gently massage her breasts so that she could milk all the liquid out as she could. It felt really good to release the pressure, and soon with his help, the bottle was half full and one of her breasts was almost back to normal.

The princess then started on the second one, continuing to milk at a slow methodical pace so as not to tire her hands out or be too rough with her breast. She imagined that she would need to do this several times throughout the next couple days, and she wondered if she might also get a servant to help her for when he wasn't around.

Once all of the milk was drained and the bottle was full, she reached for the cork and forced it into the top of the bottle, marveling at how much milk had been inside of her. There was even a little bit of milk left, but she knew she wouldn't be able to get it all at this point. She would simply have to wait until they filled up again so that she could repeat the process.

Sighing, she leaned against him again, basking in the relief she felt now that there wasn't an unbearable pressure on her breasts.
 
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