Comfortable Seat

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Oh Y/N

Artemisia moaned as you sucked harder on her dick. You squezzed her thighs, scratching her skin with your nails. She was so fucking big, you nearly gagged. She shot her sperm deep down your throat. You put her dick out of your mouth and placed your head on her lap. She started stroking your hair. That wasn't common for her.

What's wrong love?

There's gonna be a meeting soon, but I want to spend more time with you.

By more time you mean 'fuck you until you can' t walk tomorrow' right?

She chuckled and helped you stand up. You wanted to walk away when she placed you on her lap.

Stay here.

She buried her face in your hair. You opened your mouth to protest.

They're not gonna say anything. They don't have a right to do so. I'm the boss here.

Oh, so that's an order?

She smiled and looked at the map in front of her.

You kind of...are an obstacle.

She placed her hands on your hips and lifted you up. Then she put you down again, but this time, you felt something in between your legs.

Artemisia, darling, that's too risky.

Oh really? Isn't it the whole point?

She said, while fixing her position, so now her semi-hard dick was perfectly placed in your pussy.

Artem...

The door opened and soldiers started to come iside and take their places. A few gave you disgusted look, but she was right, they couldn't do anything more.

The meeting began, and you felt her growing inside you. You squezzed the edge of the table, trying not to moan.

Miss Y/N, is everything alright?

You could tell that no, and get off of her. If you do it quickly enough, you won't even get caught. But feeling her cold stare at your back, you just shook your head.

Everything's fin... Ah!

You moaned when you felt her hand, massaging your clit.

Come back to the subject... Please!

You came on her dick. Feeling your walls tightening around her shaft, she also finished. She filled you with cum. You wanted to get off of her, but she wrapped her hands over your waist.

...

You did wonderful sweetheart.

She kissed your cheek when all men left.

Great. Now, you have to carry me to our room because I can't feel my fucking legs.

She smirked and picked you up. Feeling her strong arms around you, made your bosy finally relax, after a few hours of being tense.

She laid you on the bed like a treasure.

Do you think that we'll be able to have a baby someday?

Oh dear.

You looked at her worried face.

Sometimes I regret not being a normal woman. I know that pregnancy scares you...

Shhh. If you were woman like me, one of us would have to have sex with a man. That's definetly less comfortable.
Besides, it'll hurt but then you can hold the baby in your arms. And you'll be with me.

You kissed her softly.

...

She slowly approached you, standing on the front of the ship. Her arms tried to wrap aroung your waist, but now were too short. So she spinned you around and kissed you. Then she kneeled and kissed your belly.

Hello, two most important women in my life.

How'd you know that'a girl?

I feel it.

Dumbass. That's not possible.

You lightly punched her shoulder and made your way to your room.

...

Artemisia ran to your room, breathing heavily. One of the maids showed her a chair to sit on, next to your bed.

Wha... You had a battle.

I promised that I'll be here.

She traced her hand over your cheek, wiping some tears that fell.

It hurts.

You whimpered.

But after this is over, we're gonna see our baby.

You nodded and took her hand.

God, women giving birth are so strong suddenly.

She gasped when you squezzed her hand.

FUUUUCK!

I HATE YOU! I HATE THIS WORLD! WHY AM I HERE?!

You shouted, cried and much more, when finally the maids took crying baby.

After a while, one of the servants handed her a fragile figure, wrapped in blankets.

Hello.

Tears gathered in her eyes.

You're crying!

You laughed, even thouhg your body was still sore.

You made a great warrior, Artemisia, cry, in few first minutes of your life, congratulations.

You smiled to your daughter and lover and closed your eyes, truly exhausted.

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