The next morning, I awaken still comfortably entangled in my young lover's sunshine colored locks. Between my legs a powerful erection is rubbing itself achingly deep up Sam's buns just like the night before. I'm still groggy, so I obviously start grinding myself up between her comforting cheeks once more.
The Princess stirs and yawns, before turning over her shoulder to face me. Her eyes- while beautiful emeralds as always- are lidded with sleepiness. They look as happy to see me as always. "It's so early, but... you want more of my butt already, Daddy...?" With an equally sleepy nod, I set to work.
"Nnn! You're... such a naughty, naughty man...!" She moans for my pleasure, even though I'm sure it doesn't feel that amazing for her or anything. Hearing her cute little noises you could believe it was the most pleasurable thing in the world for her, though.
I grind against the nakedness of her bare cheeks, my right hand digs under the shirt she's wearing and dives in to fondle her massive tit. This wakes the teen up a lot faster and she starts moaning harder as my cock gives itself a buttjob and I molest the pillowy plushness of her breast.
Sam, for her part, grinds back against me and humps backwards as skillfully as she can. Since it's still pretty early and I desperately just want to get off, I don't hold back and cum as soon as I get the urge, ruining the blanket and the sheets as my frenzied spurts splash into Sam's ass cheeks, up her spine and puddle down to the bed.
"Fuck... I think I'm addicted to those." I groan as the pleasure begins to fizzle out.
The Princess is very pleased with her softness and smiles proudly. "Wanna try my thighs next time?"
"Fuck yes." I press my lips into hers and we share a soft, morning kiss between lovers. Tender and short lived, but meaningful.
Sam sits up and runs her hand across the slimy mess on her back. Once again she makes a distant, longing expression and sighs. She's thinking the same thing that I am, Such a waste... "I'll go get the bath ready, Boss. Let's make it a quick one." She forces herself to smile, remembering once we get to work for the day she'll be able to fuck me and get what she really wants.
In just a few minutes I swap out the sheets and blanket for a fresh set and toss the dirtied ones into the overflowing hamper. If the Guild expands the way Sam has in mind then I imagine we'll be doing a lot of laundry, sex stained or otherwise... just another reason that housekeepers are high on my priority list.
Sam and I decide to make the morning routine as fast as we can. We quickly wash up in the tub and don't bother acting cutesy to each other. No teasing, just scrubbing. Like usual, two things about Sam catch my attention in the bath. No, not those two things. When wet, her freckles disappear and she also doesn't ever take the bandaid on her nose off. I don't say anything but I assume she has some sort of birthmark she's hiding- the Princess side of her life is frankly none of my business though. No use poking a hornet's nest.
We dry ourselves off- Sam doesn't brush her hair as usual- and we suit up for the day ahead of us. After a quick breakfast where Sam ended up being hungrier than usual, the two of us set off with a stack of quests similar to the ones from the day before. Thankfully there is never a shortage of low level kill quests and generic fetch quests.
When we arrive at the edge of town I find the spot where Sam tore up the earth with her blade the day before. It's been roughly 24 hours since then, maybe a little less but it should hopefully yield some results.
"Alright, Sam. Use an overhead swing and smash it down just the way you did it before. Don't hold back."
"Like I could even hold back if I tried," the Princess giggles, "It's all or nothing!" Raising the massive great blade up over her head the way I showed her, Sam grits her teeth with fierce determination and the slight muscles in her biceps bulge, heaving the slab down with everything she's got.
It didn't achieve much.
The impact only cut into the ground as much as a normal swing of a great blade would, not the several foot long slice that tore along the ground from yesterday. Sam looks embarrassed, and upset that she wasn't able to pull it off again.
"One more try, Boss?" She begs and of course, I oblige. The results are exactly the same however and the young Princess groans.
"I don't see why you're so upset, Sam. This only means one thing." I unbuckle my belt and drop my pants for her to see, and she blushes up a storm before grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh yeah... Silly me. We have to test it, right?"
Stepping out of my shoes and out of my pants, I advance towards the young blonde with a predatory grin. She eagerly returns my affections as I lead her to a nearby tree and spin her around. The Princess leans into the tree after planting her sword into the ground and she presents her thick, thoroughly inviting behind to me. We need to make this quick so all I do is move the back of her thong-like armor to the side and watch it dig into the roundness of her full ass. She moans teasingly as it slaps against the skin, revealing the tight, dripping hole she's got waiting eagerly for my cock.
"You've barely been able to hold yourself back, it seems." My fingers run the length of her slippery slit on their way to give Sam's clit a playful, soft flick. The youthful tomboy responds with a pleasured cry and a fire of lust burns in her eyes.
"Daddy, my body needs it... You can't just pull the rug out from under a girl like this... Fucking me for three days straight and then saying we can't do it properly for a whole day?!" She whines further and wiggles her enticingly wide hips at me, playing up her jiggliness for all it's worth.
"The important thing is you waited, like a good girl." I smile and with my manhood in hand I press the crown up against her burning wetness.
"Am I your good girl, Daddy...?" Sam asks, feeling very submissive right now it seems as she grinds back into my cockhead.
"Of course. And good girls deserve rewards-" I know she's wet enough for it, so I drive my entire length in one go to the furthest depths of Sam's snug tunnel. An echoing slap of flesh on flesh emits from our union and I start to hurry my pace.
"AH- YESSS...!! D-Daddyyyy...!! Can't we... ngh... enjoy this a bit more...?! You're... going so faaaaast!!" Sam hugs the tree for support as she bucks her hips back against me with every thrust I take.
"Focus. Enjoy your reward for what it is or I'll make it even faster." I raise my hand into the air and drive it down powerfully against her bouncing cheek. It ripples heavily from the strength of the impact and Sam is forced to cry even louder as the area stings into her skin.
"Y-YES, YESSS DADDYYYY!!" Sam gives in and lets me ride her out here in the wild however the fuck I want. So I grab her by her golden twintails and start to really work on her pussy as hard as I can.
We enjoy our animalistic rutting for a good ten minutes, and Sam's tight little cunt cums violently twice from my assault. I wish this would last longer, too, but my drive to figure all this stuff out is currently larger than my sex drive right now. Eventually a stirring in my heavy balls rushes up and out of my cock, my semen flooding into the tomboy's depths as my lover and I moan, grunt and grind into each other until the last drop is spilt inside of her.
As usual, my load is unnaturally huge and there's a thick stream of overflow dripping down into the grass below.
After we finish our gasping for air, I command the Princess. "Now turn around and sit down in a way you can see it."
"O-Oh. Yea. Sure thing boss." Sam is clearly not sated, I don't need my eyes to tell me that. But she understands our goal here and sits down on the grass, leaning in a bit so she can get a decent view of her still slightly twitching mound.
"How long does it take?��� She asks after a minute or two.
"Not too long. I can't say for sure but I think it waits for a little bit to see if we're done or not."
"Makes sense." Sam raises an eyebrow as she says, sarcastically.
Sure enough, her pussy glows a bright pink not long after that and Sam's eyes widen in shock. "Yo Boss... what the fuck?"
"I know, right?"
"Have you checked inside it?" Sam tilts her head and wonders aloud.
"No, Good idea." The Princess moans as I pull back the lips of her labia with my fingers, and surprisingly most of my semen is gone for whatever reason. Sam sees my expression and is unsurprised.
"So I'm absorbing it? Sounds about right." She laughs. "At least when looking at all this shit as a whole. Time to test the thing now?"
"No time like the present." I nod at her and stand, eager to see the results.
Sam rises and teasingly snaps her armor thong back into place while giving me a playful wink. Taking the great blade into the palm of her crimson gloves, she finds herself back at the testing site and repeats the overhead swing from before.
I was correct. Sam rends the earth from her strength, and she looks at me incredulously. "Boss, your cum... it's... fucking magic."
"So it seems." The brow of my forehead is met with my palm and I shake my head left to right, trying to cope with the absurdity of it all. Words escape me and I sigh. What am I even supposed to say in response to this? "For now, we need to wait another 24 hours so we can test the effects of only drinking it."
"Don't be so stressed Boss, it's weird, sure, but it's also hilarious!" Laughing heartily from the bottom of her belly, my lover approaches me with a love tap to the shoulder. "Besides, think of all the crazy fucking doors this just opened, Daddy..."
Raising my eyebrow suspiciously, I look to her and say, "Go on."
"Really? You're a smarty-pants, Boss. Think about it! An entire Guild of sexy female adventurers powered up by your magic man milk-" She elbows me suggestively, "Running the greatest Guild in the entire Kingdom wouldn't just be a fantasy if you did that."
Inspiration strikes me as soon as I realize that she's probably right. Assuming, of course that... "Well, we don't know everything about this yet. Maybe it only works on you, Sam."
"Good thing we've got another cutie on her way, huh? She's definitely got my letter by now and probably has some stuff to sort out, before using Dewhurst's warp stone to come on over. I swear, mages have it so fucking easy."
"So I'm just gonna have sex with your best friend- who you assume will instantly agree- and you'll be totally fine with it."
"I'm not only fine with it, Boss, I'll be right there helping!" She smiles a tomboyish grin and gives me an enthusiastic thumbs up. I don't know what else I was expecting.
"Of course. Now that we've done the day's testing, let's get ready for some real work again, ok Sam?��
"Lead the way, Boss!" She puffs her chest out
The rest of the day is routine. Low level kill quests, fetching various things, no incidents. Sam's combat shows small signs of improvement but against slimes and living fungi she'll only get so much stronger. A good day of work, though, easily another 900G to the Guild's name.
We return home and fall back into the night's routine. While sharing a decent dinner Sam's appetite continues to stabilize which all but confirms my theory in my head- she definitely needs less food after drinking my cum.
After that we spend a few hours together in the dining hall, drinking and getting to know each other, but no matter how drunk she gets Sam keeps a surprisingly tight lid on anything related to being a Princess. Not that I press her too hard on it, I'm not mentally ready to come to terms with the ramifications of myself in an illicit relationship with the young daughter of our beloved King Theostus.
Finally, we return to our shared bedroom on the second floor and settle in for another night of light teasing before sleep. I make love to her womanhood with my tongue, revelling in her sweetness, and in return Sam lets me have that promised thigh job. Fuck, they're so soft and meaty. As weird as it is, it doesn't take me long to cum from it and the two of us- while far from contented- agree to stop for the night.
It's just now as I take my position as big spoon towards Sam where the reality sort of hits me. This is what being in a relationship feels like, isn't it? Routine, comfortableness, safety.
The lovely thought carries me safely into my dreams.