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CHAPTER NINETEEN
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2 Months Later - Early Spring
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We'd marched down to Argyve, a city located on the east coast roughly halfway between Jorvik and Sondres. Besides being by the sea it was close to an easily navigable pass that was due to open any day now. We'd be marching soon, to finish this wasteful war. Everyone was confident that it would be over by summer.
Everyone but me.
I had become, much to my chagrin, a great deal like my father in one particular way. I was eager to march and I was a tyrannical jackass to anyone who stood in the way of my goal. I didn't have anyone killed, like my ancestors would have, or beaten, like my father would have, but I did shout a lot and probably made some new officers cry a bit.
My sisters and mother did their best to distract and soothe me, for the benefit of all involved. This mainly involved a great deal of sex and some excursions away from the camp. Adewyn, however, wouldn't take my shit at all, and called me out frequently, which was part of why I loved her. She was set to give birth nearly any day. We were camped outside of the city but she was in much more comfortable quarters in the Mayor's palace.
Truthfully, half of my anger and frustration stemmed from having to be in the camp rather than be with her. There were many strange and dangerous aspects to Pureblood pregnancy, and the women kept nearly all of them secret. I was afflicted with all manner of nightmares of what could go wrong. The only thing that I knew for certain was that in our case the child had grown faster than normal, which would probably lead to it being born a little earlier than eight months rather than nine. This was alarming to me but Adewyn was fairly relaxed about it, and insisted this was common and healthy. The child was supported not only by the food that Adewyn ate but by the natural magic channeled into to it by its parents.
"They're just a little impatient to leave and see the world," is all my mother would say. As the eldest Pureblood woman here, she was in charge of any proceedings surrounding the birth.
In any case, I had standing orders to send for me as soon as she went into labor. The camp could cope without me for a few days at least, especially now that I had Merwyd to appoint to matters of administration.
It was early in the evening, and I was considering riding out the next day with my scouts, just to get out of the bloody camp. So, while I was worried at first when the messenger arrived with a request from Adewyn to see me, I welcomed the chance to visit with her. She had been less than welcoming lately, not precisely rude, but rather heavily intimating that it was not the Proper Time for her husband to see her. I believed it related to whatever rituals or preparations the women had been enacting. Had we been home in Marche Grodayne, they would have gone deep beneath the castle to the woman's sanctuary and she would not have returned for several days.
I entered her rooms at the Mayor's Palace, concerned but not in a rush. She was laying on her bed, reading, in a simple chemise. Gods she was beautiful. Her belly was undeniably large, her breasts swollen for the child. Her face was flushed and she sat up with some difficulty, smiling widely at me.
"Is everything all right?" I asked.
"It's...it's all fine, Finn. I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For not seeing you and then calling you out here when you must be tired already. I've missed you so much. You have no idea how many times I've wanted to tell your mother or Raisa or Merwyd to just fuck off and bring you to me so you could hold me. It's astonishing how much I've come to rely on you."
I smiled widely. It was uncommon for Adewyn to state her affections, no matter how deeply she felt them.
"Then no apologies are needed. I wanted to see you, just for a while, just to be sure you were fine. I'm having difficulty without you to argue with me and force me to think properly. And, of course, I feel a rather deep ache in my heart for you. Your sisters are rather tired of hearing me pine for you, I must confess."
She laughed and blushed a little.
"And...do you miss anything else about me?"
I liked where this was going, but I didn't want to get my hopes up.
"I miss your mouth, your fine breasts, your firm ass and, naturally, your quim that has never stopped being tight and perfect."
She smiled.
"Good. Because I need that amazing cock in me tonight."
I contained my excitement.
"Um. I want to, but is it all right for the baby?"
Adewyn laughed loudly.
"Never would I have thought that I'd see the day where Finn the quim-hound refuses his sister's pussy! Well, I understand it comes from your love for me and for our child, so I'll try not to be too hurt. Yes, its fine. Better than fine. The priestesses agreed that I should have at least one more fill of your seed, for the health of our baby."
"At least?" I said, hopefully.
She laughed again.
"Just get over here and fuck me, little brother."
I was a good soldier and intended to follow my orders to the letter. I took my shirt off and she made a little noise in her throat as I pulled my breaches off and my cock popped into sight.
"Been a little too long?"
I intended it as a tease but she just looked at me and bit her lip, then nodded. She looked so serious. I went to her and leaned over her and kissed her full on her lips. She put her arms around my neck and gave me a hell of a response, darting her tongue in my mouth. I put my hands on her breasts, large and full. I was gentle because I knew that they were sensitive. I pinched her nipples and she made a very loud moan into my mouth. I felt a little wetness and pulled my hand back, instinctively.
