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That should keep her entertained for a bit, she thought to herself as she sat deeper in the saddle and closed her legs slightly, urging Satan into a canter.
He felt so fit and powerful. She was really enjoying the work she was doing with him.
She headed through to the jumping arena leaving Naomi minding Hyzenthlay. Naomi worked with horses, that was her specialty; she had been with Vic for a few years now and Vic figured that child minding was not what she had had in mind, but nevertheless, she had taken it on as part of her role and never complained.
Vic turned Satan towards a small red and white jump and he popped over it easily. She felt a damp patch on her t-shirt and realised her breasts were leaking again.
“For fuck’s sake,” she murmured.
“Are you okay, Vic? Do you want a hand?” Naomi called.
“Ah, I’m okay, I’ll not be long. My fucking nipples are leaking again. They don’t fucking warn you about this bit of breastfeeding, do they?” She spun Satan round and jumped a couple more jumps.
Naomi laughed. “Jesus. I am never having kids. You have massive wet patches—have you got a change of shirt for before the customers arrive to trial Angel?”
“Nope! They are going to be stuck with this delight! It’s lucky I’m the best at training horses, because more often than not I look like hell on earth and not just because of my bloody nipples!”
Vic jumped a few more fences and momentarily regretted her breastfeeding decision.
Naomi had been out earlier to set up the fences exactly as Vic had requested and she steered Satan through a tricky combination of fences that he jumped as though it was just all too easy for him.
“Ah, that will do for today. He was lovely through that big line. Made it feel like nothing. I’ll do more tomorrow. Can you ride him out on the roads this afternoon for his fitness work?”
“Of course,” Naomi called.
Vic rode over to where Hyzenthlay and Naomi were and brought Satan to a halt. There was a fine sweat on his neck and it was damp when she patted him.
“You are a fucking exceptional horse.” Vic leant forward and kissed his neck as she threw her leg over and dramatically jumped from the saddle. She pulled the crumpled pack of Polos from her pocket and fed a few to Satan, his mouth was frothy from the exertion and she got the foam all over her.
Vic screwed up her face and wiped it off with her hands.
Hyzenthlay was reaching up with her fat little arms towards Vic. Vic sat herself down on the straw bale and Naomi reacted automatically by jumping up and taking hold of Satan’s rein just as he began to wander off in search of grass.
“Shall I get him washed down and give him a couple of hours chilling in the field before I take him out this afternoon?”
“Yes, perfect,” replied Vic as she pulled her t-shirt straight off over her head and pulled one side of her bra down as she lifted Hyzenthlay to her exposed breast.
Immediately, Hyzenthlay’s little cupid’s bow mouth opened and took her mother’s nipple. Vic wasn’t bothered who was watching when she breastfed. If they had any issue with it, they could fuck off somewhere else as far as she was concerned.
Breastfeeding is a bizarre feeling, Vic thought as she felt the pressure release as Hyzenthlay suckled enthusiastically.
Vic had never thought of her nipples in anything other than a sexual capacity until having Hyzenthlay and then suddenly they were everything other than sexual. The last time Vic had had sex was the wild one-night stand when Hyzenthlay had been conceived.
Vic was a mother now. Her body was no longer her own. She was trying to wean Hyzenthlay off of milk and she was making gradual progress. The little girl ate plenty of solid foods now, but she still loved the time at Vic’s breast, and Vic felt an unbreakable bond with her in these moments.
“I fucking adore you, Tiny One,” Vic looked lovingly down into Hyzenthlay’s wide eyes as she held and rocked her baby. “It’s just me and you against the world.”
2
“Julia! Thank you for coming last minute. I want to go through my charity engagements and finalise plans for our trip to Scotland.” Queen Alexandra smiled widely from the floor next to the big, beautiful, ornate sofa as Julia Wilding headed into the Queen’s private quarters in Buckingham Palace. Princess Florence, who looked exactly like a tiny Alexandra with her big blue eyes and blonde hair, looked up from next to her mother.
Alexandra looked serene and stunning as usual in a lovely, floaty, lemon yellow dress and she was surrounded by chaos.
A very beautiful chaos, Julia thought to herself.
The children were playing on the floor surrounded by toys. Alexandra had employed three nannies and the three of them worked in varying shift patterns to make sure every need of the tiny prince and princesses was taken care of. That wasn’t to say that Alexandra and Erin weren’t hands-on parents, they certainly were. Julia had never seen more adoring parents, but obviously, given the nature of who Alexandra and Erin were, they had a lot of commitments and it was crucial to them that their children were well taken care of. Matilda and Frank were focussed on playing with one of the nannies. They were both bigger than Florence, more robust and sturdy babies.
Alexandra stood up and Florence clung to her skirt. The Queen reached down and gathered Florence in her arms carrying her on her hip.
