"I think I should sell the farm…animals and equipment I need to raise them…as I'm sure the government will declare imminent domain and take the property where the Dungeon appeared from me…" I say softly to myself as I put my hands underneath my head propping it up.
"You can't sell them and it's a part of your family history and your future!" Khaleesi whines out a protest at my words.
"Well, I won't have any other options. Khaleesi out of the 500 acres of land that I have, the main barn's location was the only viable place to have a big building...with soil composition, the water table and everything."
"Wah! No, no you absolutely can't, as your Bonded I absolutely won't allow it!" Khaleesi shouts passionately, making me smile softly at her.
"Hmm, Khaleesi as my bonded…I need your help with something." I say with a smirk on my face as my boxers start to tent.
"Wha-a-again so soon…?!" Khaleesi asks in surprise as I remove my hands from behind my head and push down my boxers…
"Yeah…again you're just too sexy…for your own good." I reply to her with a chuckle, as I start to pick her up.
"W-wait…I-I would like to try something!" Khaleesi says to me while blushing fiercely as she moves to hover in the air over my cock.
"H-hold it still my Bonded." Khaleesi says to me with a bit of nervousness in her voice as she lowers herself down onto my cock moaning loudly as my glands slip into her ready, wet and waiting cunt.
"Oh, Husband!" Khaleesi cries out in my mind as I thrust up into her, somehow she manages to stay mostly in place as I bottom out inside of her and feel the head of cock press against a fleshy barrier that feels like the rest of the walls of her tunnel.
Pumping up into her as Khaleesi puts in her best effort to ride me, it isn't long until we're both cumming hard.
Khaleesi falls against my lower abdomen gasping for breath but sounding pleased to be doing so but something about her makes my cock rise back to hardness.
"Khaleesi I sure hope you have at least a few more times left in you." I say as I pick her up with my hand and use her as a pocket pussy making her cry out in pleasure.
"Ahh, ahh hu-husband Yes!" Khaleesi moans her reply to my question and I spend the rest of the night using her to get myself off until the point my cock feels rubbed raw.
Looking at Khaleesi who is passed out with a bulging belly and my seed and her fluids mixed together running like a river down her thighs I finally decided that I was ready to sleep and I pull a blanket off of the back of the couch covering myself while laying Khaleesi down on top of it and covering her up with a corner of it.
I groan as I wake up to the new day, my internal alarm going off at 3:30 am like it does almost everyday…and all of the confusion…the panic…the compartmentalization of what happened over the past twenty-four hours…sinks in fully.
'Really shouldn't have fallen asleep on the couch.' I groan again as I manage to get off of the couch without disturbing Khaleesi's sleeping.
Walking into the bathroom washing away the stickiness of sex and sleep… 'One thing about fucking a fairy princess is no stank dick…it smells floral…like a pleasant floral smell like lilacs or something similar.' I say in my head as I only do a quick wash and exit the shower…and there's a ton of multicolored fairy dust from when she cums.
Returning to the living room fully dressed, finding Khaleesi softly dozing, I quietly make my way into the kitchen and pull out the gold nuggets that are about the size of my palms and the magic bag…
"I wonder if that guy my dad used to sell silver and stuff that we found on the land whenever we did a big project is still around?" I wonder aloud as I remember that New York still has a law in effect that all gold mined in New York must be sold to the state government for the price it was valued at per ounce during WW2.
Sliding on some shoes I walk out to my truck and grab my phone, and start looking things up on it, before looking through my phone contacts, finding Skeeters contact information and hitting the dial button…completely forgetting the fact that it's 4:30 in the morning on a Saturday.
"Who the fuck is this?" I hear the tired gruff groan come from the phone's speaker.
"Uhh hey, Skeeter it's Bub…Bruce's grandson." I say into the phone.
"Little Brucester! How's it going kid I heard Jason left you the farm?!" His reply came back filled with energy.
"Yeah…it's going…farming has never been the easiest…and the way things are going…I don't think I'll be around much longer if I'm going to be honest."
"Ahh, I'm sorry to hear that…so what is it you called me for so early in the morning?"
"Alright…so hypothetically…if I found a very large deposit of precious metal on my land…do you know anyone who hypothetically would buy it at a fair price…?"
"Hmm, hypothetically is there a lot of it?" Skeeter's reply came back quickly.
"Hypothetically…pounds of it…" I reply back knowing that I have his full attention and even better his interest.
"Hypothetically…it's purity would have to be tested before a price could be worked out…do you remember where I live? You visited a few times with your grandfather."
"Yeah…I remember…should I swing over now…also…might have to smelt it and pour it into a mold." I add on.
"I have the tools to do it."
"Right well…I'll be over in an hour or so…"
"Alright kid, I'll put together what money I have on hand in the meantime…"