Knight & Lady, Part 11 (MtF, FtM TG Preg)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Al

Within the fantastical world of Vortis, there is no greater hero than Sir Marcus. He has earned the hand of his love, the beautiful Lady Astrid, and all should be well. But when a horrid curse prevents them from conceiving, the pair must leave on one final adventure: to an ancient well that may grant their wish to bear children. But when the wish is made, who shall be the father, and who the mother? Soon the pair must reorient themselves as their bodies switch genders and roles, all while their wish’s desire beckons.

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Chapter 11: The Rest of Our Lives

Alston was surprised when he woke the next morning. He hadn’t realised his own tiredness after seeing the way Madeline strain her body to push their child into the world. Instantly, the memories of seeing his baby daughter for the first time hit him, and he quickly changed to go see her. He had separate quarters for now while she recovered, but as he made his way down the hall he was surprised to see that Jenna was just entering with some water and food.

“She’s awake, master,” Jenna said, smiling at her friend.

“Already?”

“Both of them, in fact, and feeding well. Believe me, master, it is constant work for a mother. She has asked me to tell you to visit whenever you are able.”

“Then I shall move with haste!”

Jenna opened the door for him and he marched in. Lying on the bed with a fresh batch of pillows propping her up was Madelne. She looked tired, but already much recovered from her labor pains. She was wearing a night shift that was open at the front, and was cradling little hope who was wrapped in a bundle while suckling from her mother.

“Hello, my love,” Madeline said, smiling in a tired but cathartic manner.

Alston moved to her side, staring down at Hope.

“She’s beautiful.”

“She is, isn’t she? And hungry. I swear, it is a good thing I have such a large bosom, because clearly she intends to drink me dry.”

Alston caressed the cheek of his child. She was still a bit splotchy, but much less so than the previous day. She had a little hair, brunette in colour, mid-way between his own blond hair and her mother’s raven-black hair.

“I still can’t believe her,” he murmured. “She’s real. She’s ours. After so long, we have a child. And you birthed it! Who would have thought?”

Madeline scoffed. “I would! What a terror! God, it was worse pain than any on the battlefield, I can tell you that much. Is our kingdom safe?”

Alston nodded. “A minor skirmish. I . . . took a life. I am assured it gets easier.”

His mood turned unexpectedly dark for a moment, but was lifted as his wife placed a hand on his.

“I understand,” she said. “It does get easier.”

“It need not, when we change back, I suppose.”

“Yes.”

A strange, awkward silence fell between them. Madeline shifted Hope around, switching her to the other breast as if by instinct. “Keep on drinking, Momma’s very full right now.”

“I didn’t think you were going to breastfeed?”

The gorgeous new mother gave a light shrug. “I didn’t think I was going to become a woman either, or fall pregnant, and certainly not push a child out from between my thighs. I’ve done so many things I never expected, my love, what’s one more? Besides, the feeling is most relaxing. I never really understood the bond between mother and child until now.”

Alston could see that. Part of him envied it, after wanting it for so long, but it was oddly far less than he thought it would be. Certainly, the birth had been something he’d been happy to not go through, and recovery was still ahead. In some ways, he was the proud father: a strong protective, paternal feeling stirred in him rather than the envied feelings of a missed-out mother. He wanted nothing more than to care for these two and be the sword and shield that defended them and provided for them. 

“Is something the matter, Alston?” Madeline asked. 

He hadn’t even noticed that she was carefully placing the child into a nearby cot. Hope was sleeping soundly, so very tiny and yet full of so much future promise. Madeline hadn’t even buttoned up her shirt even as she relaxed back; clearly she was much more self-confident about her own body now.

“Just thinking about how proud I am of you,” he said. He took her hand and kissed her softly. She returned the kiss.

“Well, I’m bloody proud of myself, I can tell you that. I doubt Sir Harold, titan of combat that he is, could have made it through what I did last night.”

“You did it with extraordinary dignity, my love.”

“I can tell you that it didn’t feel like it! I could literally feel Hope squeezing out of my womanhood. I could feel my hips widening just to accommodate her. Nothing prepared me for that! She’s a big baby, you know. Thanks for your contribution to that, by the way.”

Alston chuckled. “Perhaps she will be one of our rare female warriors.”

Madeline looked at her with absolute love. “She will be anything she wishes to be. Anything at all. We’ll see to that.”

“We’ll make sure of it, together.”

She nodded, before resting her eyes. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my love, I think I might eat a little and then fall asleep for, say, three or four . . . years.”

He kissed her on the forehead. “You sleep as long as you need, my love. And don’t worry about anything; Hope is our focus. We can see Kathorn whenever we are ready to turn back; there is no rush.”

“Mhmm,” she responded, noncommittal. She rested her head back and was asleep again already. 

Alston watched her sleep for the second time in as many days. He was so deeply proud of his love, despite all the strangeness they had been through. They now had a child, and could return back. Of course, when he’d been Astrid, he’d actually dreamed of having a big family; five or six children to raise and love as their doting mother. But one should be enough, he knew. It was too much to ask his former husband to delay any further, and far, far too much to expect Madeline to go through another pregnancy or even more just to sate his own desires. Madeline would want to change back, and he wanted to change back too, to be his old self again.

Didn’t he?

***

A new routine began to slowly emerge for the pair. Madeline was continually exhausted, even with the help of Jenna and the other handmaidens, but despite her complaints she was always present to feed her child. Despite the offerings of Jenna, she insisted on being the only one to breastfeed Hope, guarding her almost jealously. It didn't hurt that she was quite the producer of milk, a fact practically everyone saw coming given the generous size of her bosom. Still, being woken continuously took its toll in the early weeks until things began to stabilise, and during those times Madeline wanted nothing more than to be a man again and hurl the responsibility over to Alston-turned-Astrid, or Jenna too if necessary for the feedings. And yet . . . something always stopped her from doing so. A maternal duty, perhaps. Or it could have simply been that Alston was so deeply supportive, being more attendant to her needs than any husband in history, given that he was once female too. He was by her side whenever needed, and let the child sleep in his arms or upon his chest when he could be present.

Of course, that was not always the case. The situation with the Northernmen was beginning to stabilise, but Alston still had to leave on several more skirmishes upon the border, leaving Madeline anxious during his absence. He had to remind himself that this was necessary to protect them, just as she had to remind herself that the former noblewoman had become a capable warrior, and was becoming evermore capable.

Still, it was a hard time, and the glue that held it all together was their shared love of Hope and desire to raise her. Whenever Madeline found herself dealing with post-pregnancy pains, soreness, the rigours of healing or just the aching nipples of a woman continuously feeding, all it took was one look at her daughter’s adoring face and all complaints were banished.

“How have you unmanned me so?” she asked her daughter more than once while holding her. She had to wipe the tears in her eyes away. “You’ve turned me from a powerful knight to a blubbering lady and mother. And the worst part is when I look at you and feed you, I hardly regret it one bit!”

That lack of regret churned within Alston, too. Having wanted to bear a child for so long, he was now grappling with the possibility that he had rather romanticised the experience, somewhat. He could scarcely believe how Madeline was having to take care of herself and the child, all while healing, and in that manner developed a healthy respect for peasant mothers, that was for sure. If his wife was finding it difficult, even with handmaidens and servants and endless resources, how could humble farmers do it? It made him begin thinking about using some of the great funds they shared to establish a new hospital, if it meant aiding others in this manner, but that would be some ways off. After all, what would life be like when they changed back to their former sexes?

It was the unspoken question that hung in the air between them. Even when Madeline was able to return to their shared bed, even when four months had passed and her body was feeling much more like her own again, her bloated stomach now a pooch that she was doing her best to restore, even when Hope was moved to another room besides theirs and was starting to show the first hints of smiles and nascent laughter, the question of when they would change back was rarely discussed. 

Almost six months had passed when sexual relations between the pair were restored. Madeline’s body had recovered remarkably, no doubt aided by the magic of the ancient well. Her form had been blessed with ample assets and remarkable fertility, it only made sense that it would restore itself as well. It was in the middle of the night when she felt a strange ache in her loins. She almost didn’t recognise it at first. Her husband was slumped up against her, sleeping, his hand upon her generous breast, caressing it even in sleep. She could feel his prick harden between her cheeks. It was a hot night, and sleeping naked did not bother her now, though occasionally her breasts did leak a little. The new mother had fed Hope just recently, and there would be at least a couple of hours before the cries came again. She wanted to sleep and yet . . . there was that itch.

Slowly, she began to slide her buttocks up and down against her husband’s pole, feeling the wonderful girth and hardness of it. He grunted, gripping her breast harder. She gasped, feeling it leak some milk, but the sensations of his fingers upon her nipples were delightful. 

“Mhmm,” she murmured, biting her lip. “Husband. Husband!”

Slowly, Alston stirred. “My love, is everything okay?”

“N-no, it’s not okay. You are very . . . hard, against me. Do you feel it?”

He woke further. “Oh, I’m very sorry.”

“Don’t be. I . . . Gods, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I find myself missing it. I think I am more than healed enough, and I very much want you right now.”

He clutched her breast, caressing it more firmly and making her body tremble.

“Are you sure? Because, in truth, I have wanted to take you so many times these past few months. It has been difficult taking care of myself when I want to be inside you.”

“I’ve been having dreams, too. Wonderful dreams. Ahhhhh, you feel so strong. I want that, right now.”

“Should we wait until we turn back?”

She shook her head, shifting her body so that she was face to face with her husband, just able to see him in the darkness.

“I can’t wait a second. Think of it as a last hurrah.”

“We’ll see him tomorrow, then?”

She nodded. “Yes, or maybe in a week. One last, big, hurrah.”

Neither could fully see the other’s expression, but both could sense that they were beaming with excitement. Slowly, Alston’s caresses turned more forceful. He gripped her breasts, uncaring of how they were leaking, and placed his lips upon her left nipple. He sucked down deep, eliciting long moans from Madeline as she was overcome by the sheer pleasure of it.

“Yes. Ohhhh, drink from m-me. Empty me, my love. Drink up - ahhh.”

Alston found that he loved it, and he switched breasts to keep taking in her sweet milk. He lowered his fingers to tease at her womanly folds, rubbing his digits over her most sensitive places. She moaned further, and in response she gripped his member, stroking it softly at first and then with increasing vigour. She even lowered her hand down to fondle his balls, stimulating them. Some part of her wanted his seed inside of her, and she embraced that need. 

Soon they had shifted their positions, her upon her back in womanly submission, her legs spread wide as he placed himself atop her. Still she grasped his cock, helping guide it into her womanhood. It felt like it had been forever since she had been penetrated, but unlike so many previous times she no longer cared about the demure nature of it, about how she would be the receiver, not the give in this act. Instead she kissed him passionately, wrapping her legs around him as he began to pump into her. 

“S-so tight and wet, my love,” Alston said. “You feel perfect.”

“And you f-feel - oohhh - so big!”

“I can go slow again?”

“N-no. Don’t stop. I missed it! I missed f-feeling like this. Like your woman, as odd as it is to admit. P-please keep going. Make me yours.”

Alston did exactly as asked, thrusting into his wife with increasing vigour and speed, ploughing her fertile fields again and again. Her large breasts wobbled on her chest, occasionally hitting her own chin from the sheer motion, but the sensation of his hand upon them made it all worth it: it sent delightful pulses of pleasure down to her core, further lubricating her tunnel. Soon she was crying out, uncaring if she was waking up the entire servants’ quarters. She was wild like a whore in heat, and wouldn’t stop until he came within her. Alston felt that same desire, and the sensations of being the one in control, the manly husband pleasing his wife, of taking her, only further empowered him. He gripped her ass with one hand, pressing his chest against hers and savouring her milky bosom, and then, with one last great thrust, he exploded within her. He balls, already full of his seed, expelled it in generous amounts, stream after hot stream shooting into her depths. Madeline had to literally bite her lip to stop herself from literally screaming with bliss, and she gripped him with her thighs as several orgasms rolled through her; she wanted nothing of his issue to escape.

When Alston finally rolled off his wife, the two were still panting, and Madeline was leaking now just from her breasts but between her legs too. Without thinking, she crossed them, shifting her hips a little to prevent any of his warm cum to escape. She wanted it all within her.

“I’m going to . . . miss that,” she said, still breathing heavily.

“Me too, my love. Me too,” Alston replied.

***

The meeting with Kathorn was inevitable; they couldn’t ignore his letters forever. The following week after that first reunion was filled with more sex, and once more Madeline cried with joy as she was taken from behind as she clutched her dresser, sending a lot of jewellery scattering to the floor. It was a final week of celebration between them in between taking care of Hope, but eventually they had to see the court wizard.

“Incredible,” the young mage mused, looking over them. “To see this powerful magic all the way through to its end! Just incredible! If you don’t mind me saying, Sir Marcus - er, Lady Madeline, I mean - you truly do appear to be the image of regal motherhood.”

Madeline smiled, feeling a little proud of the compliment. She was dressed in finery once more, and held her child in her arms, sleeping.

“Thank you, I think,” she replied. 

“And the child is well?”

“She is very healthy indeed.”

“Excellent! And Alston here is like the very image of a great heroic knight as well. Truly, the Ancient Well is worthy of study; a pity it is such a long and uncertain journey to reach it. Still, already I can sense that its magical hold upon the pair of you has waned, at least enough that I can make a difference. As we have discussed, the wording of your wish required the birth of a child, and as the well itself told you, if the will to change back is present, then change you back we will. I take it the will is present?”

There was a brief half-pause, just long enough for both stalwart nobleman and woman to exchange an uncertain glance.

“Of course,” Alston said.

“Naturally,” Madeline replied. “I don’t want to be a bosomy mother forever.”

“And I would like to be a fiery-haired maiden once more. Well, not a maiden, but you know what I mean.”

Kathorn nodded eagerly, excitement in his eyes. He brought them over to a circle in chalk on the floor he had drawn, right beside his desk. His wizard’s tower was very neat, everything filed away, but the desk itself was stacked with texts.

“I have done a great deal of research upon physical transformation spells in preparation for this. I believe I can recapture your original energies and transpose them upon your forms. Alston will become Astrid once more, and Madeline will become Marcus as well. Are you ready?”

Madeline took her husband’s hand by impulse, squeezing it. Her husband could detect her moods. 

“Are you sure?” he asked.

The former male nodded. “I have to be. I . . . we should change back, right?”

“If we must,” he replied. “In truth, I have gotten used to this body, quite a bit.”

“And I mine, which is what scares me. If we stay too long, we may get too used to them.”

Madeline placed her child into the hands of Jenna, who had accompanied them. The handmaiden gave a compassionate expression to her mistress of the last year and so.

“Are you sure about this, mistress?” she asked. “You have been such a mother to her. She will miss you.”

Madleline had to swallow and wipe away a tear. “I know. I just have to . . . prove something to myself. Trust me, Jenna.”

Alston said the same: “I too need to see something, old friend.”

Jenna nodded, wishing them both well, and left the room with Hope in her arms. Kathron directed the couple to the chalk circle, then steadied his hands.

“Remember, you must focus on the life you want, along with that of your partner. Only with that can we overcome the well’s magic.”

Madeline stared up at her husband, taking his hands.

“The life we want,” she said carefully. “Do we know the life we want, Alston?”

His brow furrowed. “I believe I do.”

“I as well, my love. It is with you, always.”

“And that is all I want, too.”

Madeline turned her head. “Begin, wizard. We will see what happens or doesn’t.”

Kathorn lifted a book and began to recite from it. His words were eldritch and unknowable, but caused wild green and purple and golden sparks of magic to to shift and careen around them. Soon they were surrounded, and the transformative magic was digging deep into their souls. Alston found himself drawn to his wife, and Madeline to her husband. Before they were totally eclipsed in light, the pair held one another, sharing a passionate embrace and an even more passionate kiss.

The world bloomed into blinding light and when it faded . . .

. . . nothing had happened.

Madeline still stood there, as did Alston, the pair still locked in their kiss.

“I don’t understand what happened,” Kathorn said, looking over his notes. “It failed! How did it fail?

But Madeline simply giggled, and her husband guffawed.

“It didn’t fail at all, mighty wizard,” Alston said, holding his wife’s hand and caressing her chin. He looked upon her as if she were a goddess. “You confirmed what we both knew in our hearts: we wish to stay this way, and not be parted from one another.”

“It is true,” Madeline said, kissing her husband for a brief moment. “I don’t wish to be anything but a wife and mother now. I’ve had my adventuring days, now I wish to have this life.”

“And I wish to protect her and our Hope, and be the man they and this realm needs.”

Kathorn was quite flustered by this point. “But the possibility! I could have written books on this! And - and - and there’s no convincing you otherwise, is there?”

“Not one chance, wizard,” Madeline said, now beaming. “But never forget, you put us on this path in the first place.”

The wizard sighed, somewhat alleviated. “That, I can certainly take credit for. But it is very strange; the spell failed even before the well’s magic overtook it. I was sure to separate all other life from the chalk; nothing else crossed into it. And yet it felt like three souls were present, not two . . .”

Madeline’s eyes widened, as did Alston’s. Both were very deeply aware of the week of sexual celebration they’d just had, the passions they had stirred in one another. Madeline lowered a hand to her belly, where she already knew the very, very early beginnings of a new life was already stirring. Alston placed his hand on hers, and the two shared a shocked glance that slowly turned to true excitement.

“Well, I suppose we’re getting that large family after all,” Madeline said. “How do you feel about that, my dashing knight?”

Alston held her, unable to keep his grin off his face as he kissed her. “Happier than words can possibly convey, my lady.”

The End