Tarkus was at his post, standing guard, and bored out of his mind. While he hadn't had to deal with any trouble today, it didn't help to stave off boredom slowly eating away at his sanity, or at least that’s how it felt to him. As he stood diligently and silently, he idly watched the distant fields of farmlands stretched out past the Citadel into Amber Hill proper. He didn’t know why, but something about the rustling of the wheat in the wind always seemed to put his mind at ease. Maybe someday he ought to try...

“Sir Tarkus''

A familiar voice sounded from behind him, causing his posture to stiffen up for a second before he recognized the feimined voice.. He had to muster all his willpower to hide his smile as he turned to face Tanith, and immediately failed as he donned the biggest grin.

“A pleasure to see you on this fine day.” The princess stated.

“The pleasure is mine,” he said in his best fake posh accent.

“I come bearing lunch for my esteemed royal guard!” Tanith declared as she held up a woven basket.

“You're too kind.” He said as he accepted the offered basket, already breathing deep the scent of cooked food hiding within.

“Here is your-” She stopped as he lifted out a slab of roast beef. There was a good chunk missing off the side of it. He cocked an eye-ridge at her, causing her to wilt a little.

“-half eaten roast?” she asked sheepishly with her best smile.

“You've been hungry lately, more than usual,” he noted.

Tanith gave a slight shrug. “Old habits die hard.”

He would have quizzed her further, but the aroma of roast beef right in front of him nudged his attention elsewhere as he took a generous bite.

While he was eating, he kept noticing out of the corner of his eye that Tanith was fidgeting about. If she wasn't bobbing from one foot to the other, she was playing with her tail. Once he was mostly through with the roast, he finally spoke up.

“Something wrong?”

“There's...something else...”

She pointed to her belly. He looked over the plump orb of flesh in question, and then back up to her, not sure what he was looking for.

“Soooooo....?

Tanith took a deep breath and attempted to suck her belly in. However her belly maintained its ponderously round shape, only shifting in size slightly.

“It's a lot more firm as well,” she added. That detail was enough to catch Tarkus’ attention, as well as a bit of his concern. Putting the remains of the beef back in the basket, and nesting his spear in the crook of his arm, Tarkus stepped closer to his lover, giving her belly a poke. As stated, her belly was a lot more firm than the usual, plump fat she carried on her frame. When his finger made contact with the bulbous curve, the digit found little give past the thin layer of outer fat before hitting what almost felt like solid mass.

“It could just be bloating from a big meal…?”

“...Or?”

“Or it's a baby...” Tarkus said flatly, not realizing the depth of such an implication for a solid second before his eyes suddenly got wider and locked with hers.

“You think I need to go see the healers?”

“Yes, definitely!” he said with a slight flutter in his voice, causing him to stop. Was the knot in his throat from panic, or excitement?

“I’ll be back!” she said as she waddled off as fast as her body would allow.

“Hurry back when you find out!” he called, giving a tentative wave before his hand started to sink down to his side as he was left to ponder the implications alone.

Could it really be happening?

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All that eating and a seemingly taut middle surely mean more than just build-up bloat.

Very overdue commission piece for  Viper9000

Tanith belongs to  Viper9000

Tarkus belongs to Zomb983

Art by  Derrysome

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