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“He he, darling~!” Ève chuckled as her lover leaned in and nuzzled his face into her neck. “We really should be heading off to bed. The kids will be anxious to open presents early in the morning.”
“Mm, just a little bit longer,” Pierre mumbled as he breathed in the wonderful scent of the woman he loved so much. “I already have the only present I ever wanted, anyway.”
The Queen of Firene's cheeks flushed. She let her fingers slide through Pierre's hair before leaning in and kissing the top of his head. Her knight wrapped his arms around her waist, not caring about the imperfect chub lining her regal waist. Pierre loved her just the way she was, wrinkles and blemishes all. He especially loved how the red turtleneck sweater and black leggings she wore accentuated her motherly curves.
“You know, you can stay here tonight,” Ève said with a soft smile. Pierre pulled his head away and looked into her beautiful emerald eyes. Ève turned her head and he followed to see snow floating across the bedroom window. “The night will be a cold one. It would be nice to have somebody help warm my bed~”
Ève held onto Pierre's shoulders and guided him a few steps to the side. It was an unusual gesture, but he soon understood as he followed her gaze upward. A mistletoe hung from the tall ceiling suspended by a string. Pierre had not noticed it until that moment, but he knew whose idea it must have been to place it there.
“How strange,” Ève put on a facade of confusion. “I wonder how that got there.”
Their eyes met once again with wide grins adorning Ève and Pierre's faces. The young man leaned in and captured his lover's lips as he pulled her close. The Queen's arms wrapped around her loyal guard’s neck and relished in his attention. Sounds of lips smacking and hot breaths accompanied the crackle of the warm fireplace and filled the room with heat. Eager tongues met and tangled with each other as they slowly lost what little inhibitions they had. Ève slowly guided their steps away from under the mistletoe, but the two lover's did not separate. They were too far gone to think about stopping.
Feeling the edge of her bed as she walked back into it, Ève let herself fall away from Pierre and onto the soft mattress. She bit her bottom lip as she saw the hungry gaze of the man towering above her helpless form. She gasped as Pierre pulled up her sweater and revealed her large soft breasts without a bra to support them. Their eyes met once more and they exchanged a knowing glance between them. There was no room to misinterpret such obvious intentions.
Pierre leaned over his Queen and grasped both of her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. The soft moans that spilled from her lips were like music to his ears and only encouraged him to go further. His lips latched over her nipple and began licking and sucking the sensitive bud. A yelp escaped the Queen's lips and her hand found its way to the back of his head to keep him in place. Hot breaths full of lust filled Pierre's ears as he continued to please the love of his life.
The magic of the season flowed through the air and filled the room. Their bodies felt warmer with the snow drifting down from the sky just outside. The fire roared hotter and their hearts felt lighter as the love and lust between them swept any worries they had away. The magic between them also brought the unexpected as Pierre continued to indulge in Ève's breasts.
“Mm!” Pierre mumbled and both of their eyes widened as something new leaked into his mouth. He pulled away and saw trickles of white leaking from the nipple he had just been giving attention to. “Ève, your breasts…”
“Oh my,” Ève fidgeted in embarrassment. “I haven't had this happen since Céline was a baby. I hope this doesn't spoil the mood.”
“No, I actually quite like it,” Pierre reassured her with his smile. “I'm more curious as to why it's happening now after all this time.”
“Let's not think about that right now,” Ève quickly pushed his curiosity away as she pulled Pierre back towards her chest. “Please, keep going if you like.”
“Very well,” Pierre said as he latched back on to her leaking nub.
He still had questions in his mind, but those could wait for another time. For now, Pierre was content in enjoying the bounty that his lover provided him. The sweet liquid tickled his tongue before he let it pour down his throat and provide nourishment.
“Tomorrow,” Ève thought as her lips let out soft coos of delight.
Ève closed her eyes as she let her lover guide her towards a night of endless pleasure.
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“And this one's for you, Pierre.”
A cheerful smile adorned Alfred's face as he handed a present to his mother's bodyguard. It was the first time that Pierre had been invited to celebrate the holidays with the Firenese royal family. Previously, he had requested time off to visit his family. This time however, his mother insisted that he accept the invitation. It was a great honor after all. Of course, Pierre didn't see things so formally. Alfred, Céline, and Ève all treated him like he was part of the family. He could afford to let himself act a bit more casual when it was just the four of them.
“To Pierre, from Ève,” Pierre read the tag on his present out loud for everyone to hear.
Sitting across from each other on a pair of sofas next to the fireplace, Céline watched with rapt attention as Pierre untied the ribbon. Alfred planted himself on the seat next to him, excited to see what his mother had given her partner. A soft smile curled Ève's lips as her sleep deprived eyes watched Pierre tear open the wrapping paper. She took a sip from the glass of sparkling cider she held. Pierre opened the box and pulled out a sheet of parchment.
“A royal physician… medical evaluation?” Pierre said as his eyes briefly scanned the document before looking up. Alfred and Céline gave confused expressions, but Ève only gave him a nod to continue. “Hm… tests performed at your behest… the before mentioned symptoms…” Pierre skimmed over the contents before pausing near the end. “The doctor has concluded that her highness is indeed… pregnant?!”
Jaws dropped all around while Ève took another sip. She watched as Alfred patted Pierre on the back and gave him congratulations. Meanwhile Céline looked back and forth between them, absolutely baffled and incoherent as her fists bunched the hair on her own head. Pierre was frozen in shock as he stared blankly at the parchment. Of course, he should have known sooner or later that such a thing would happen. Still, the thought of being a father was a lot for him to take in.
“He he he~” Ève chuckled. “Our family gatherings might become a bit more lively going forward.”