My Sister's Prince

Chapter Fourteen:

**A/N: sex**

Eulalie heard the knock at the door from one of her ladies. "Time to start waking up, your Majesties," Elisabetta sang from the wooden door. Alaric groaned in bed and turned over to his wife. He rubbed his large, warm hands along her growing midsection. She was roughly five months along now, and their baby was growing healthy and strong.

Eulalie closed her eyes and let out a moan at his pleasant touch. "Do we really have to leave our bed?" She questioned. She looked up at her husband with big eyes, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"We're the King and Queen, my darling. We have duties to the court, the kingdom," he said begrudgingly.

"Exactly," she exclaimed, "we're the King and Queen. Can't we just demand that the entire palace stay in bed until midday?" She smiled, but she wasn't entirely joking.

"I wish," he said in between placing warm, lazy kisses along her stomach. He started at her navel, looking up at her the entire time, and going upwards, stopping at her neck.

She moaned in pleasure as a flush went through her body. Even now, when she felt like a bloated whale, he still found ways to make her feel beautiful and attractive. She positioned his face near hers and she pressed her lips against his.

Their tongues battled for dominance, but like always, hers won. As she positioned herself on top of him, she felt his groin tighten from underneath her. He released a heavy breath that tickled Eulalie's ear, which only seemed to intoxicate her more.

She pulled up her nightdress and began to untie his breeches, hoping to release the swelling member within. She was about to settle herself on top of him, when she felt his hands go to stop her. "What?"

A million thoughts flashed through her head. He probably doesn't find me attractive. Is it because of my belly? Will I have to wait months to feel wanted again?

"The baby," he said, assuring her and rubbing a hand along her back. "I don't want to do anything to harm him."

Eulalie rolled her eyes. "First of all, my King, we're having a girl if I have anything to say about it. And second of all, that's never stopped us before. In fact, I distinctly recall one evening several months ago after a particular heads of state meeting..."

Alaric laughed a full, throaty laugh that made Eulalie's heart swell. "Okay okay okay," he started, holding up a finger to her lips to silence her. "You've made your point. Will you just stop me if I'm doing something that hurts?"

Eulalie eagerly agreed, and used her hands to coax her husband's member fully back into action.

She ignored the knocks on the door from her maids as she felt the massive tip of his organ slide into her. She rode him, watching his face and muscles contort and tighten every time she slid up and down. She once again felt a thrill and rush of adrenaline watching the effect she had on him, watching what she could do to him.

He might be the King, but she knew that she was the only one who could bring him to his knees like this, and it consumed her. To everyone outside of those doors, Alaric was their stony-faced, pragmatic, stoic leader. In here, she was the hunter and he was the prey. She felt an extreme high as he played with her sensitive bud and caused her to double over in delight.

"No no no, your Highness," she teased as she bit his ear, "I'm the one in charge here," she cooed. She watched goosebumps erupt all over his skin, and as they resumed their rhythm, she felt the tension in her core build and build.