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“Aaaaaand… done!” Prim hummed satisfied, looking at the landscape she just finished to paint. She cleaned the brushes with care and put them in their travel case along with her colors. ‘A place for everything and everything in its place,’ she repeated one of her nanny’s teachings as she grabbed the travel case, easel, and the leather tube with the canvas she just painted and started to walk back to the carriage. Usually, a servant would carry her stuff for her, but because this was a short trip, it was just her, Alicia, and Beardsley traveling on the carriage, so she had to do things on her own instead.
After crossing a lovely meadow where a few bunnies were munching on some grass, she finally reached a small grove where she and Alicia often went to pick chestnuts back when they were both children. In a small shaded clearing, hidden from the road, was parked a beautiful carriage literally worthy of royalty, all white with golden decors, pulled by a pair of magnificent horses that were currently tied to a tree.
Prim looked around, but Alicia and Beardsley were nowhere to be seen. Just as she was about to call them, the reason for their absence became quickly obvious when she realized that the parked carriage was faintly bouncing and shaking, while its windows were fogged up.
‘Please, tell me they’re not-’
Suddenly, one of Alicia’s pale long legs came up into view inside the carriage before she pressed her foot flat against the fogged glass with a dull thud.
“Why am I even surprised?” Prim huffed and sat on a nearby tree stump with a resigned pout. “This will take a while,” she grumbled in annoyance, watching her cousin’s toes curl in pleasure as her quivering foot slid against the fogged glass with a long, faint squeak each time Beardsley thrusted into her, leaving a blurred, messy smear across the layer of condensation created by their ragged breathing.
The air inside the carriage was warm and humid, thick with the stench of sex and perspiration as the naked bodies of its occupants formed a tangle of limbs on one of the stuffed velvet seats.
Despite all its comforts and luxury, the inside of the carriage was still cramped and Beardsley’s larger and heavier body took up most of the width of the stuffed seat, forcing Alicia to curl against his chest into what little space was left as they both laid on their side.
There was no room to breathe, let alone move without falling off the narrow seat, so Alicia hiked her top leg up and hooked her knee over his hip for balance while gripping the edge of the stuffed bench with a hand. Her other leg was off the seat, her tiptoes stretching and curling against the soft carpet as he pounded her snug slit.
Meanwhile, Beardsley was anchored against the backrest, with one arm threaded beneath her to pull her closer to him and grope her tits, while his other hand rested on her thigh in an intimate, possessive way. The chilly autumn air nipped at the gaps in the carriage doors, but he only felt the warmth of her skin and the fire in her womb as he thrusted into her pussy at a slow, regular pace, making her moan and gasp every time he moved.
Still thrusting his cock into her pussy, he trailed his fingers over her soft skin as he moved his hand from her thigh to her lower belly. Alicia arched her body and gasped loudly when he reached her clit and started gently rubbing it.
Biting her lip to stifle a moan, she blindly kicked her top leg out in the air until she planted her bare foot flat against one of the carriage windows with a dull thud. She let out a sharp jagged breath as the sudden chilly bite of the fogged glass against her sole sent a sharp jolt to her senses, a stark contrast to the feverish warmth of their sweaty bodies.
Her body was a bridge of shivering muscle and heat as she strained her foot against the fogged pane for leverage and pushed back into him, her breath hitching as her bare sole slid against the damp glass with a muffled squeak each time her leg twitched, leaving a long, watery smear in the condensation caused by their ragged breathing and feverish heat, revealing the beautiful, vibrant autumn colors of the world outside.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” she said between breaths in a brief moment of clarity, squirming and shivering as he fucked her pussy.
She knew that what they were doing was risky, but she couldn’t hold back anymore.
Even going a day without his cock was almost too much for her, but due to the lack of time and privacy during this trip, they were forced to abstain from having sex for almost a week!
The occasion finally presented itself during a stop to let the horses rest. While Prim took advantage to find a nice spot to paint a scenery, Alicia was content with stretching her body and keeping Beardsley company while he took care of the horses. The sight of her constantly bending over to stretch her body was enough to get him hard, but Beardsley was strong enough to ignore his instinct… until Alicia asked him to give her a massage and from there, things quickly escalated...
“It’s a bit late to worry about that when I’m already balls deep inside your cunt, don’t you think?” He grunted as the carriage groaned and shook with every move they made.
Alicia blushed, embarrassed. “What if somebody catches us?” she moaned in protest without much conviction, her body betraying her as she enjoyed their first moment of intimacy in days.
In their haste, they forgot to draw the curtains at the windows, but even if they did, it wouldn’t take a genius to realize why their parked carriage was rocking so much. And yet, while terrifyingly embarrassing, the idea of a passing traveler or a villager collecting firewood stumbling upon them and taking a look inside through the window was also surprisingly exciting and made her heart race…
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, even though he doubted he would actually obey her if she told him to do so.
Luckily for him, her lust won over her sense of caution.
“Not until I’m satisfied,” she said before slipping off him. “But let’s change position first. My legs and back are starting to hurt.”
“Sorry,” he apologized before sitting down in the middle of the seat. “Let’s get more comfortable. Get on my lap,” he instructed her, patting his thigh.
Alicia quickly climbed on his lap with her back facing him, then grabbed his dick to guide him toward her dripping slit and lowered herself. She was so wet that he had no trouble slipping inside her again. They both gasped and moaned as she sank down his length until she had completely engulfed him and her butt was resting against his lap.
Beardsley let out a long sigh as he took a moment to enjoy how sinfully tight she still was despite how long they’d been going, then gave her thighs an encouraging squeeze. The young woman caught the message and started moving up and down, gradually increasing her pace until the wet steady claps of her ass cheeks against his hips filled the carriage.
“So good… your cock… it’s so fucking good,” she moaned in delight, enjoying the way his thick cock spread her pussy walls made her quiver as she took him to the hilt and rose back up in a practiced, timed motion born from countless intimate moments together.
Beardsley grunted as he took every full bounce she did atop his lap, enjoying the sight of her jiggling ass cheeks until he grabbed her hips and started thrusting upward into her with enough force to send ripples through her thighs and buttocks, up to her stomach. Alicia grunted in surprise and mild discomfort and grabbed the door’s frame and one of his knees for support, trying hard not to get blown away by the ferocity of his thrusts as she bounced on his cock. Her soft moans grew louder and louder until she was literally screaming as his cock hammered into her pussy with all he had to offer. Sweat rolled down his back as he pounded away, but he showed no signs of slowing down, seemingly invigorated by her sweet moans as he fucked her with the determination of a man on a mission.
“Oh, my goddess! Beardsley! Your hard cock is fucking me so deep!” she screamed, her face red and her vision blurring as a burning sensation started building into her core, echoing the strain on her muscles as her whole body rocked atop his as she took all the lust he had to give her.
He didn’t try to be smooth or gentle, instead he thrusted upwards with what he could give while still holding her breasts and waist, both for balance and to entice her further as they fucked.
It was messy, noisy, and downright dirty.
She loved every second of it.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” She screamed loudly, throwing her head back and squirting a bit as her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out of her mouth when she finally came.
“Yes...yes, so good, yes…” Alicia gasped as her entire body was rocked by an explosive orgasm. She was still getting her breath back together, lounging against his chest with his cock still hilted within her, when he started thrusting his member into her dripping cunt again.
“N-not so r-rough!” She gasped, still recovering from her orgasm as she dug her heels into the cushioning of the opposite seat and curled her toes. “M-my pussy is - AH! - it’s s-still too sensitive!”
“I’m so close,” he moaned against her neck while he shifted course, sacrificing speed for power as he thrust every inch he had straight up into her pussy. “I’m almost there, princess!” he grunted as their ragged, frantic moans filled the carriage.
“S-slow down, B-Beardsley, you’re f-fucking me t-too hard!” Alicia whimpered as her entire body shook violently from Beardsley’s powerful thrusts and her breasts bounced wildly.
“I’m coming, princess! I’m coming inside you!” Beardsley said frantically, ignoring her pleas as he picked up his pace instead, before slamming Alicia down onto his lap.
Alicia gasped and squirmed a bit, but before she could move, he wrapped his arms around her slim waist and pulled the princess close to him, holding her tightly as he came deep inside her, triggering her own orgasm.
“Fuuuuuuck! I’m cumming again!” She screamed, throwing back her head and kicking her legs.
“Take my cum!”
Their loud moans filled the carriage as Beardsley’s hot, thick semen flooded Alicia’s womb, then, when he stopped cumming, they fell back on the seat, catching their breaths. While Alicia slumped back, resting her back against his chest and her head on his shoulder, Beardsley kissed her neck and played with her heaving breasts.
“Sorry… I got a bit carried away,” he apologized tiredly.
“You came so much,” she muttered tiredly while rubbing her slim belly right below her navel, where her womb was, feeling his cock squirt a few more drops of cum as it twitched inside her.
“It’s because you’re so beautiful,” he replied before she turned her head and kissed him.
"I think we should put back on our clothes," she said reluctantly, slowly breaking the kiss.
"Yes… you’re right," he muttered.
They remained still for another minute until he finally let her go and Alicia bent forward to reach for her panties on the opposite seat. Beardsley was left to lay on the seat with his dick and thighs soaked in their combined juices as he watched a thick river of his seed began to trail down her legs and drip onto the floor of the carriage as she pulled off his spent cock and stood up on shaking legs.
Alicia blushed and awkwardly put her panties and skirt back on, groaning in annoyance when she felt his leaking cum stain the fabric.
Beardsley passed her the top of her bikini armor and even helped her put it on, giving one last squeeze to her tits. He couldn’t tell if Alicia’s bikini armor was one size too small or just right. While not as small as the armor worn by her knights or Claudia Levantine, that was only there to cover their nipples, her top still squeezed her breasts, making them look even bigger than they already were, and showed a generous amount of cleavage, while her combat skirt barely managed to do its job of covering the princess’s ass and thick thighs.
“Beatiful,” he whispered.
“You’re staring,” she said and he realized that he had indeed stopped getting dressed to watch her.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I don’t mind if it’s you,” she said with a smile before pulling him in for one last quick kiss.
Once they were dressed again, they emerged from the carriage as if nothing had happened, only to freeze when they saw Prim waiting outside.
“Prim!” Alicia exclaimed nervously. ”Back already?”
“I’ve been here for a while,” Prim replied with a tone drier than the desert, making her cousin blush fiercely while Beardsley looked away embarrassed.
“You see, huh, Beardsley was, huh, giving me a massage,” Alicia quickly explained with a smile too wide to be genuine.
“Really? A massage?” Prim deadpanned, staring at them with a blank expression.
“It was… a very good massage,” Alicia muttered.
“Look, can we skip the part where I pretend not to know exactly what you two were doing and get back on the road? It’s getting dark and I’m starting to feel cold,” Prim sighed tiredly before gesturing at her painting tools. While Beardsley loaded her stuff with the rest of their luggage and Alicia tied the horses to the carriage again, she opened the door to get on board, only to wrinkle her nose in disgust as she was instantly assaulted by the stench of sweat and sex.
‘Wonderful,’ she thought sarcastically, taking the seat that wasn’t covered in sticky stains. Alicia joined her shortly after, sitting in the same spot where just a little while ago she was moaning like a bitch in heat.
“You know, I’m surprised you’re not already at your sixth pregnancy,” Prim said suddenly when the carriage started to move, breaking the awkward silence.
Alicia flinched. “W-we use precautions! And it’s not like we’re doing it that often,” she protested weakly.
“Whoever pulls his penis out of your vagina will become the rightful king of Feoh,” Prim deadpanned before shifting her gaze lower and pointing at the semen on her cousin’s inner thigh. “You got a bit of… something on your leg.”
Alicia’s face turned crimson as she mumbled something intelligible before crossing her legs and adjusting her skirt.
‘This is going to be an awkward ride… I’m going to tease the hell out of her,’ Prim thought with a mischievous smile.