[thoughtless]

The floor welcomed his trousers with a deaf brushing as they joined the thicker fabric of her dress in an intricate spiral of colours and materials soon to be forgotten by the Royal Couple. Cheyenne was once again upright, her body standing in all her naked glory in front of him, ready to follow whatever command he was going to give her but August’s body seemed to have no intention of collaborating with him. The strength of the contraction was distinctly visible and it made Cheyenne gasp in surprise just as much as his husband suddenly lurching forward. “I- I’m going to fetch the physician!” She mumbled while she was still holding his shoulders that Cheyenne instinctively clutched when her husband almost tumbled on her. The Queen didn’t seemed to care that she was half naked to take her departure, she was only waiting for his approval.

He shook his head, still breathing through the pain. "No...Nnnnn...You will not bring your fertility witch in here...Nnn....not now..." He rocked slowly. "Not until necessary...mmm....huh..." He tried to mask his discomfort with a smile. "This will...mmm...this will pass..."
He breathed hard for a few more moments and finally the contraction came to an end. He wiped his brow and his face and looked up at his wife's worried face. He touched her hip and urged her closer. "I've...had pains before...and with you by my side...well...I think I can ride this out." He cupped her ass and kissed her thigh. "And I do mean ride this out."