Prolapsing Celeste - Hanging Out With Babar
by tannim
02/15/2022

	"I see you are hanging out again, my dear." Babar smiled at his wife. "It is a lovely view with the trees in the background."

	Celeste turned from the balcony window and smiled at him.  She was naked from the waist down and had her womb hanging out prolapsed as far as she felt safe.  It didn't quite reach her knees, but there was plenty to view.  The organ looked like it was too big to fit back in the hole it had come out of and the wet pale red look contrasted quite well against her bare grey thighs and lighter grey skinned  labia around the top.

	Anybody in the top of any of the many trees outside the palace would have been able to see her.  Babar wondered if that was why she was there.  She certainly did like to show it off while pretending not to.  His wife was very proud of what she'd done to herself.  He wasn't quite as sure it was a good thing, but she was happy and it didn't seem to be causing any health issues so far so he let it be.  It was certainly a novelty and added a unique experience in bed to enjoy.

	Celeste gestured for him to join her. "Thank you, Babar, yes.  I wanted to feel the breeze blowing over my uterus today.  It is such strange sensation.  Rather like holding your tongue out, but over a much greater area and with much less discomfort for leaving it out for long.  I can feel the moisture evaporating off.  Of course the real reason I love having it hanging out is feeling it jiggle every time I move.  I'm never so aware of my body down there as I am when I'm prolapsed like this." She looked down at the floor under her and Babar did too. "If I feel it getting dry, I just have to move around some and I'll produce plenty of moisture to get it nice and wet again."

	"You were always quite productive during our love making sessions, my heart." Babar eyed the puddle under her before stepping onto the balcony and leaning together with her. "You've been here a while I see."

	She sighed. "I've always loved the view out this balcony.  It is mostly wild territory in this direction rather than the more developed areas of Celesteville."

	"And the fact that most of our population would be unlikely to see you standing here probably has something to do with it too."

	"Perhaps.  Though I BELIEVE that ambassador Crocodillus likes to try and spy on us from the trees out back." She pointed to a sudden flash of light from one of the trees. "In fact, I think I see his spy glass reflecting the light right there.  Oh my, I think he saw me."

	Babar chuckled at the rain of leaves from the tree, distant sound of branches breaking, and a green form flopping heavily onto the ground below. "You know, I believe he did.  I take it that he hasn't seen you exposed like this before?"

	"None of the crocodiles have seen it yet, I think.  Though I have invited Boss Croc back for another visit for just that purpose.  She seemed very interested in having a look in her response." Celeste bent forward and lowered her trunk down to caress her womb. "I think she's upset with me for not telling her what I was up to when she visited some time back, but I did not want to spoil the surprise and I certainly wasn't ready to show anything at the time."

	"I admit it was quite the surprise." Babar lowered his trunk to join hers rubbing around her prolapsed organ. "It's not something I would ever have thought to try or thought I'd want to see.  You handle it well," his trunk lifted up to tease her labia spread out wide around the deep red muscular uterus, "and it makes toying with these a new experience.  If I push my trunk between your leg and vulva now, it's very similar to my using my, erm, lower trunk down there.  Nice and tight and wet, too."

	Celeste stood up straight and turned away from the window. "Oh, now that DOES sound fun.  I wonder if you could use your trunk on one side and your handsome dick on the other side while I'm hanging out like this."

	"We could certainly find out." He didn't pull his trunk out or look up as he spoke.

	His wife's clitoris was stiff and she was moister than she had been even a minute ago.  Beads of pussy juice ran down her uterus before his eyes with the excitement of trying something new.  He could scent the arousal wafting from her and smiled.  She may be old, but she was as randy as she had been at any point in her youth.  He wasn't quite as responsive as he used to be down there, but his pants were filling out steadily and would soon be straining against his erection.  Seeing her happy and eager was always enough to get the old blood pumping again eventually.

	Keeping her prolapse out and her thighs tight around it, Celeste walked awkwardly and slowly off the balcony into the room.  She kept her husband's trunk down there as a leash to make him follow her.  Babar had to stay bent over the whole way, but it wasn't very far to the nearest plush seat so he didn't mind too much.  He had a very good view of his wife's hip and buttock since he couldn't look anywhere else with his trunk wrapped around her leg.

	Celeste let go of his trunk when she plopped down on the front half of a large sunbathing seat.  The thick red cushion was brighter than her womb, which she kept hanging off the edge so it hung down.  It was quite comfortable convenient for much more than sunbathing.

	"Alright, this should work." She looked up at Babar, then his groin, pussy juice dribbling onto the floor and seat. "I can see you're just as ready as I am.  Remember, trunk on one side, lower trunk on the other."

	"Yes, dear." Babar pushed his pants off and stepped out of them.

	He wore a pair of boxer shorts under them, which had unique tear away velcro fold specifically for emergencies with his lusty wife.  A quick jerk and they opened in the front and slid back so he could flick them away with his tail.  Celeste watched with appreciation as that tail flick made his hips and dick flick too.

	"I've always enjoyed watching you jiggle down there.  It's silly, sexy, and fun how it sways for me." The queen lifted her left foot up to bump his erection before spreading both legs wide. "Whenever your ready, my love."

	Babar nodded and caught her leg to pull it up and the other when she lifted that one for him too.  Holding them both up let him have a much better angle for what he wanted to do.  He pushed his dick to where his trunk had been before, between right thigh and her womb, then bent down just enough to push his trunk into the gap on the other side.  With her on the seat and him holding her legs and hips up, he found it wasn't as hard as expected. All he had to do was hang his head rather than straining his back.

	Babar thrust forward with both cock and trunk and pulled back.  She was wet enough that he didn't need lubricant for either organ against her prolapsed uterus.  They slid very easily and he curled his trunk around as far as he easily could to feel the not exactly smooth inner tissue better.  There were subtle bulges in the flesh where arteries pulsed with her heartbeat and odd bumps here and there.  He was no expert on internal anatomy and she was smiling up at his touch, so he assumed she was happy with it.  Moving both trunk and hips was surprisingly complicated, though.

	Keeping both moving together, even alternating back and forth was taking a lot of concentration.  Celeste made it more difficult by flexing her thighs one at a time, clenching her inner muscles to drag her womb partially back inside and back out, and leaning down to rub his cocktip with her own trunk.  Her vulva above her prolapse was clenching around herself in time to his thrusts as though he were somehow pushing into her.

	"Oh this is fun, Babar.  I do enjoy seeing how my womb moves with you pushing against it.  Try alternating back and forth instead of together now.  I want to watch it wag for you."

	"This feels very strange, my dear.  I've never used both at once like this before."

	"Oh you have too, just not on one partner." Celeste thrust her hips up a few times, then groaned in discomfort and let her back rest on the seat.  Moves like hanging half off a surface grew so much more difficult as one aged and she certainly wasn't young enough to do that more than a few times anymore. "I'm just going to let you work for the moment.  My back did not like that."

	"I certainly liked it." Babar kept working his hips forward and back, then his trunk, just as she wanted.

	"Yes, I imagine you did." She sounded pleased and he was glad of that.

	It was a bit easier alternating and it really did make her deep red uterus swing back and forth.  The prolapsed organ hung lower than he'd have liked with gravity pulling on it, but he found he could hook his trunk just a bit lower to give it a little extra support to keep it propped up higher after a few thrusts.  That made it wag better and allowed him more time fondling it.

	His cock slid in and out between thigh and uterus time rapidly.  It wasn't quite as nice as being in it, but it was very similar to a hand or even foot job.  There were no fingers or toes squeezing him but the same friction was there with almost as much slippery wetness as real sex.

	Babar looked up from his work into her eyes, but his view dropped to her chest when moved her hands up to pull the buttons of her top open.  She wore nothing underneath to hide her breasts and looked up at the ceiling while exposing them.  When she looked down a few seconds later, he was still looking at them, but did glance up into her eyes again.  Celeste gave him a wink and rocked her upper torso on the seat to make her flesh jiggle.  Age and sagging had certainly knocked them lower, but he still loved them.  If he hadn't been holding her legs up he would have loved to stroke them.

	"Have I told you how beautiful you are today, Celeste?" He looked back down to her prolapse and kept his trunk and hips working steadily.

	It was getting hard to concentrate on anything other than the movement, but he did his best.  Pleasuring her and her lovely body had challenged him many times in the past.  Dancing long hours at dance contests, having sex in every room in the palace in just two days, an orgasm denial competition with the rhinos lasting almost a week, and many more.  He'd enjoyed them all over the years and had always managed to keep his composure, to some extent, and keep going.  A few minutes in an awkward position were nothing he couldn't handle.

	Her womb was twisting back and forth with his thrusts getting out of rhythm.  He really hoped that wasn't a problem.  The flesh felt very nice moving against his dick and watching it was rather hypnotic after it got moving faster.  Her cervix was very pretty and inviting.  A quick lean further made his back twinge in warning but gave his trunk enough room to flex its tip back and rub over the pretty tulip like ring of muscle leading into her uterus.

	"Now you're just teasing me, Babar.  Mmm... I wonder how it would feel to have you inside there, but not just now." Celeste rubbed his broad head between his ears. "And yes, you told me I was beautiful just this morning.  It was very kind of my handsome king and husband to say.  I wonder if you still blush when I call YOU beautiful.  Should I try and find out?"

	"You may if you like, but I'm already flushed from keeping this going.  I'm not hurting you, am I? Your prolapse is moving a lot now.  I don't know how good that twisting is for you."

	"Not at all.  I'll let you know immediately if it feels wrong.  As it is, I am feeling it bounce against my thighs and drag against your flesh and it's wonderful.  It's such an exciting thing feeling you pleasuring me with both of those at once in such an exotic way.  I've never thought of that particular cleavage for sex before but it's making me tingle." The elephant queen hummed to herself a moment, then went on. "Actually, see if you can make it swing side to side without twisting so much.  It's probably better to not take chances and that way I can feel it slapping my legs like you last month when you decided to play the drums on my thighs with your naughty drumstick."

	Babar noticed some deeper red on her womb against his trunk even as he slowed down. "You might be chafing down there, my love.  It's not bleeding but the friction is probably too much for internal tissue like that."

	"I like to think of it as external these days." Celeste sighed. "Oh very well, you may stop.  It's better to be cautious since it's still new to being out of my body.  You made me happy and now I'm hornier than I've been in weeks with no outlet for it."

	"No outlet? Just the very base is chafed.  There's plenty more that isn't.  We just need to find something else to do.  You did mention wanting to feel me inside it." Babar slid both trunk and erection free from between her legs and womb, but did not lower her feet.  Instead he stepped back just a little and poked her cervix with his cocktip. "Did you mean this?" He poked at it with his trunk a second later. "Or this.  Or perhaps," He raised an eyebrow, "both at once? I'm worked up just as much as you are and would be happy to give it a try."

	His wife perked up. "Yes... that would be fun.  I meant your trunk at first, since you were poking me there with it.  I had Shearn's in there many times, but never yours." A rustling at the door made her look thoughtful. "Sounds like the guard is getting a little bored.  It is so dull standing there being alert.  I wonder if we might give him something to do.  Perhaps I could call him in and dictate a letter to the boss of the slogs while we finish."

	"You are always so kind to the guards." Babar smirked. "Or at least so teasing to them.  I think you get off on making them stand at attention twice."

	"Of course." Celeste rubbed her breasts and slid her trunk between them excitedly. "What good is being in charge if you can't make your guards salute you."

	"Some could see that as abuse of power."

	She squeezed her legs around her womb. "It is nothing of the sort.  They get a free show and I got a thrill knowing they're watching.  You know I like to be casual and it's not like they haven't seen us both naked and making love."

	Babar knelt in front of her and put her ankles on his shoulders. "That is a good point." He positioned his trunk at her cervix and then called out loudly and calmly. "Guard, please come in.  Lady Celeste needs you to take a note." His voice dropped. "You always did like showing off."

	She quietly murmured back just as the door opened. "As did you, if I recall." Raising her voice and trunk she hailed the guard. "I would like to dictate a letter to the Boss of the Slogs.  There is paper on the desk next to the door.  Do stand next to the king so I don't have to speak too loudly, thank you."

	King Babar smiled and pushed his trunk into his wife's loose pussy juice soaked cervix just as the guard came near.  There was a grunt of suppressed surprise above him and he heard the guard clear his throat uncertainly before saying he was ready.  Most of the guards were used to seeing their king and queen naked and intimate, but few were familiar with the queen's new hobby and even those who were hadn't gotten to see her prolapsed uterus in any detail.

	This one clearly hadn't seen her prolapse hanging out before and wasn't sure what he was looking at.  To his credit, he was smart enough to know it wasn't his place to ask about it and even managed to look straight at Celeste without showing anything was wrong.  Curiosity did get the better of him enough that he stole a peak down where Babar's trunk slid in deeper into the fleshy raw organ, though, but he looked quickly back up.

	Celeste kept her eyes on him.  She loved seeing the glance down.  Making them look and knowing he wouldn't say anything about what he saw no matter what they were doing was part of the fun.  He might have been getting aroused from it or he might not.  She always hoped the guards enjoyed what they were seeing even if she would never ask or even look to find out.  Part of the game was her not knowing, too.

	"Good.  Take this down.  To Boss of the Slogs.  We eagerly await your visit and hope you see us at our best." Celeste felt Babar stifle a chuckle at that and his trunk shifted inside her, making her take a deep breath in pleasure.  She hoped the guard noticed and pushed on. "As you have shown great interest in my latest surprise, I will of course be delighted to let you have full access to it inside and out.  I ask that you be careful, however, as it is fragile and crocodile claws might cause damage from too much heavy petting."

	The guard dutifully wrote it down, but it was a struggle.  His queen spoke quickly just to make it difficult to keep up.  Near the end he hesitated, having lost track of the exact wording.

	"I'm sorry, my lady, could you repeat that last part?"

	"Why of course, dear.  I ask that you be careful, however, as my womb is fragile and your large strong claws might cause damage while you fondle me.  I will not mind if you use your mouth, but do be aware that your teeth are equally dangerous."

	Babar couldn't resist tilting his head to peek at the guard's expression after hearing that.  He was glad to see embarrassment in the guard's expression and the slight trembling to his trunk.  With his position, he could also see a bulge in the uniform.  He smiled and pressed his whole trunk through her cervix so he could kiss the very bottom directly in praise.  Celeste could still tease a male just as well as she had when she was young.

	"Oh, Babar, do be careful down there.  You poked my thigh with your tusk!" She felt satisfaction that the guard paused to look down directly at her groin until he realized what he was looking at.  The male quickly looked up to stare straight past her at the wall while his hand kept the pen moving. "Did you get all of that? Please read it back to me to verify."

	Celeste ignored the first part.  She was more interested in the last section and was pleased that the bull stuttered a couple times reading the intimate parts.  He cleared his throat each time it happened and apologized before continuing.  It was very cute to her.  The thrill of him understanding what he was seeing mixed very well with her husband's trunk exploring her interior.   Her inner womb was surprisingly sensitive at times

	She could feel the small lips at the end of his trunk gently pinching and probing inside.  His trunk curled around and traced her interior as he probed, letting her feel him almost like a baby inside.  Also like a baby, he pressed firmly against the inside to make visible bulges appear outside.  Celeste's pussy clenched at that.  It as such an exciting thing to see and feel for her.

	She had had Shearn's trunk within her like that before, but her maid had never thought to try that.  Shearn's trunk was also thinner than Babar's, so she hadn't gotten to feel her cervix stretch open quite as wide at the time either.  Having a male exploring her was such a different experience than having another female do it.  Babar's trunk also had rougher ridges along it, making her feel each one as it pushed through her entry and many of them as he felt around inside.

	"Is that correct, your majesty?" The guard's voice broke through her concentration on her husband's attentions.

	Celeste wondered just how many seconds she'd been quiet focusing on how good she was feeling down there.  Her pussy was clenching rhythmically around her own prolapsed flesh, her clitoris was as stiff as it had ever been, and she felt her orgasm closing in on her.  It would be best to just say yes.

	She didn't want the easy way. "Read... read that last sentence back to me one more time."

	"Erm, yes, Queen Celeste." He clearly understood what she wanted to hear as he read both last sentences to her rather than just the one. "I have it written as.  'I ask that you be careful, however, as my womb is fragile and your large strong claws might cause damage while you fondle me.  I will not mind if you use your mouth, but do be aware that your teeth are equally dangerous.'

	Celeste squeezed her legs together around her husband's head and tusks.  Her hips thrust lewdly in the air and she came hard.  Her urethra strained outward, then squirted a strong clear stream of fluid over Babar where it landed a few feet behind him.  Muscles all over her body rhythmically clenched with the orgasm and each clench brought another squirt, though each was weaker than the first.  She grit her teeth and arched her back along with them, groaning loudly all six times before flopping down onto the sun chair under her.

	Her breathing was rapid and shallow, but she managed to look up at the guard after just six seconds. "Thank you, that sounds correct.  Run along and send get it posted for me, would you?"

	He jerked to full attention and saluted with his trunk. "Yes, ma'am!"

	Dripping wet, Babar gently slid his trunk out of her. "I think you impressed him."

	"Yes, he did look rather impressed, judging by how crisp that salute was."

	"And how tight his pants were." Her husband sat back, his erection jutting up to sway in the air with his own rapid heartbeat.

	"Really?" Celeste lifted her legs off his shoulders and sat up to tap his cock tip with her trunk, still breathing heavily and clenching from her orgasm. "I didn't notice.  I had much more important things to pay attention to.  A loving husband who knows how to excite a lady, for instance."

	Babar smiled up at her proudly while wiping his face with his equally wet trunk as he stood. "I do what I can." He looked behind him, then at the mess around and under him. "Which seems to have been enough.  I hope the maids don't mind another mess to clean up."

	"They are well paid for their troubles." The elephant queen tapped her chin with her hand. "I think I need to pay you for your wonderful service still.  But what could I possibly offer a king who has everything?"

	Placing his erection against her sloppy slick prolapse, Babar playfully thrust it up to bump her clitoris and pubic mound a few times. "What indeed.  You seemed to enjoy my trunks working together before.  Perhaps I can enjoy that same thing." He tapped his dick with a hand, which let her feel it through him. "If only somebody were to offer me a place to put them both."

	Celest scooted back on the sun chair so it fully supported her torso and her legs, which moved her womb out of easy access. "No, I could not possibly offer THAT, oh great king.  Please don't make me!"

	Her husband grinned at her posing dramatically as she said it, trunk raised high looking away from him and hands held plaintively toward him.  Standing tall, he grabbed her ankles and drug her back to the edge so her cervix just hung off.  There was little friction tugging her with all the pussy juice she'd leaked during their last game.

	"You will give me what I want, young maiden!" Babar heaved her legs up onto his shoulders again and tapped his dick against her womb once more. "Willing or not, I will have my prize."

	Celeste rolled off the chair and lightly bumped his head with her foot as she fell to the floor. "NEVER!" She crawled a few feet, then managed to push herself to her feet and sprint away at a purposefully slow speed. "You are a wicked ruler who takes by force... despite my offering it first.  You can't have me!"

	Rubbing his head, Babar watched with enjoyment as his wife crawled away.  He enjoyed the view of her buttocks, even if they were sagging more these days, and also the view of her womb bouncing between her legs.  While he hadn't been certain about the prolapse, it added a lovely novelty to their games.  The splash of red color between her normal gray leg skin was a welcome addition which he made sure he could see by giving her plenty of time to escape him before giving chase.

	When he did finally go after her, after almost ten seconds, she was still in the hallway racing much faster than she had been toward the the study.  Guards along the hallway stiffened at attention as she ran three-quarters naked past them with her shirt covering only her back, but they did nothing to stop her and and simply stared straight ahead.  Even Miss Strich just turned and whistled innocently until both Celeste and Babar were in the study.

	The ostrich did peak into the room they had come from, then summoned a guard to summon a maid to clean it as well as to return Babar's and Celeste's pants to them both.  She waved at a leaf covered Crocodilus as he walked as casually as he could just seconds after the royal couple had disappeared into the study, but he ignored her.  All of the guards looked relieved when the action settled down.  Being stiff while standing stiff at attention was awkward for them.

	In the study, Babar chased his wife until she 'tripped' and fell onto a broad chair near the biggest window overlooking the courtyard.  She swooned when she landed and came to almost two seconds later to hands tugging her ankles up.  A brief playful struggle did nothing to stop the greedy king from positioning himself to take advantage of her.

	"No, please, sir, let me keep my dignity!" Celeste looked down at his erection pressing against her cervix again as she said it with a smile on her face.

	"You will give me what I want.  You will give it NOW." He wrapped his trunk around his cocktip and pushed it down then in through the loose muscular ring.  Both trunk and dick sank in together, making him bend more than before to sink both in deep enough to really feel.  After a second he looked up. "This isn't too big at once, is it?"

	She narrowed her eyes and huffed. "I pushed our children out through there, Babar.  Each one of which was bigger than twice this.  I'll let you know if you go too far."

	"Erm, yes.  Now, my captive beauty, you will give your king his proper reward for ruling you so justly."

	"I think we can end the play and get to it, Babar." Celeste scooted her hips down to take more of him in. "I suspect your back won't take this for too long and I am really enjoying the double penetration down there."

	"You may be right." He put a hand on his back. "I am feeling the warning signs.  This used to be much easier, didn't it?"

	"Did it?" She smiled and rubbed his trunk with hers from face down to her own cervix. "I don't remember you ever doing this before.  Perhaps I was asleep."

	"You know what I meant." Babar grinned and thrust both in as deep as he was able, about a fourth of his trunk deep. "But perhaps I did and didn't tell you.  You do feel very interesting this way, you know.  You aren't clamping around me at all, but there are light squeezes."

	"Yes, I can't really grip my womb since it's not in me." She sighed happily and lay back on the seat, staring out the window at the front of the palace below. "That sounds so funny to say and so fun to do.  I can feel every bump on your penis and every wrinkle of your trunk.  It's like that knot toy Lady Rataxes gave me once, the one with all those ridges."

	Babar grunted and shifted his large hands down to lift her prolapsed organ up for a better angle. "If I recall, urmf, you were fond of that, ung, one."

	"Yes, especially since she had intended to give me something other than a sex toy but had gotten the boxes mixed up." Her own hands drifted up to play with her breasts.  Knowing her husband's fondness of them, Celeste tweaked her own nipples for him just to encourage him.  They were stiff against the little lips of her trunk and very easy to play with as she continued. "The look on her and Lord Rataxes's faces were priceless."

	There was no response from Babar.  He was concentrating on thrusting into his aged wife.  His eyes were focused up to watch her playing with her chest despite his trunk and cock stuffing into her cervix over and over again.

	There was pleasure for him, too, but not as much as there seemed to be for her.  With only a weak friction and no real feeling around his shaft other than his own trunk squeezing around and just behind his glans he didn't have much to build off of other than the exotic novelty of what he was doing.   It was certainly exciting, but he found himself wishing for someone else's trunk to take the place of his own.

	Celeste was breathing faster again, a sign of her enjoying herself and building toward another orgasm.  He always envied how fast she could cum along with how often she could.  Sex always took a fair while for him.  She bragged about that fact and that had pleased her to no end.  Lady Rataxes had been very upset to find her husband did not last quite so long.  It made their love making escapades impressive and long lasting, but sometimes he just wished he could finish before whatever outlandish idea his wife had made him too sore for the next day.  The pleasure was there and growing but it was still so far away for him.

	There were a few things he could do to hurry his love up.  Watching her play with herself always helped a lot and she knew it.  The way she was toying with her chest was certainly a pretty sight.  Squeezing her womb around his shaft and trunk was a good one too.  Babar was embarrassed that he hadn't thought of it immediately, but he also didn't want to risk hurting her.

	He started with a light squeeze to compress it tighter and very slowly pushed harder.  She didn't seem to mind.  It was feeling much better and he sighed happily.  His eyes drifted up to hers, then to the window.

	Her gaze was on the courtyard down below.  A few guards were cleaning one of the fountains.  A few feral lionesses were there with Dandy Andy and a hyena.  A couple hippos were looking up at the window.  They couldn't see everything, but they could see that Celeste's shirt was open under her neck.  Celeste had lifted one hand to wave at them.

	"You're going to push it too far one day, my love.  It will be quite the adventure when you do." Babar grunted after saying it and looked back down with his cock pulsing inside her, feeling the tingle of orgasm inching toward him.  A hint of wet pink on his shaft and a dark red look to her cervix made him frown despite the pleasure. "And I think I just pushed you too far just now.  Too much friction.  I have to stop here."

	"What?" His wife looked back at him, then down in disappointment at feeling him slide his cock out of her. "I do love having it out, but it is so delicate sometimes.  Shearn would probably scold me if she saw me letting you use it so roughly."

	"And you still wouldn't stop doing so." Babar rubbed a hand along his shaft both disappointed and happy to be standing upright again.  Remembering himself he turned and waved at the watchers, who hadn't left. "We probably shouldn't be quite so obvious sometimes."

	"Why-ever not? You're not getting shy, are you?" Celeste sat up and gently eased her womb back inside by clenching her inner muscles and pushing with both hands around the top where her prolapse joined her body. "Oh! It's amazing how cold this can feel when it goes back in after so long out!" She shivered and eyed her husband's erection. "Such a shame to waste that."

	"I agree, it would be a shame to waste it." Her husband ran both hands up and down it together. "I do have an idea of something to do with it that you might like, but you'll have to let that lovely prolapsed womb of yours slide back out for it.  It might get a little colder, you know how long I can take to finish."

	The elephant queen finished pushing her uterus back into herself and pressed both her own hands to her wet sloppy old vulva. "In a moment.  I want to let it warm up a little first." She closed her eyes to enjoy the exotic cold sensation of her not quite room temperature organ inside her hot torso. "But if you bring that over here I'd be happy to keep you interested."

	He stepped beside and she leaned to the side, wrapped her trunk around his erection, and slid her mouth down over his cocktip.  Celeste leaned further to take his shaft all the way down her throat until she bottomed out with her trunk root against his groin in one smooth motion.  Babar didn't rub her head or push on it.  He kept his hands to himself and let her do as she wanted while he watched her hand rubbing over herself feeling her organ warming up inside.

	It was hard for him to imagine how that would feel, even with her describing it as holding his tongue out and letting it get cold before pulling it into his mouth.  She was getting a lot out of her hobby and that made him very happy.  Seeing her pussy wet and pulsing, her breasts fully exposed for him, and her head going down his cock also made him very happy.  He was a lucky elephant, especially with how good she was using her tongue and mouth all along his very stiff erection.

	Celeste looked up at him when she pulled back to his tip each time, then back down to his groin when she engulfed the whole thing again.  Her tongue drug firmly along his shaft while her throat repeatedly swallowed as the tip and the rest slid down it.  Long years of practice pleasing each other and their various swinging partners had made her throat feel just as good as her pussy.  Age had loosened both, but she still had the skill to make up for that.

	She pleasured herself as she pleasured him, too.  Rubbing over her uterus brought the heat of her body into it faster and shifted it around inside.  In the past she'd never thought about it moving.  Now she couldn't imagine it not.  Her cervix bobbed into her birth canal every time she pushed on it and the sensation was like being penetrated from the top rather than the bottom of her pussy.

	Her muscles could grip it somewhat and while the nerves there weren't nearly as sensitive as her labia, they still felt quite pleasant and had even managed to orgasm from it in court once in front of everyone.  None but her husband noticed anything sexual.  Those who saw her rubbing her abdomen thought she had an upset stomach.  Babar had just leaned over and took her trunk in his before whispering that he hoped she had a good one.

	Her husband always made her happy and seeing him running his eyes all over her as she sucked his dick made her want to keep him happy in return.  She dug her tongue around his urethra and smirked at the sudden thrust into her mouth that brought.  So old but still so responsive.

	After almost a minute of bobbing her head along his shaft she stopped and slipped it out to press her chin to his tip. "Alright.  I think its warmed up enough." Celeste sat back and relaxed her groin.  A few seconds later her cervix peaked out of and spread her vulva with much of the rest of her prolapse following. "I wonder what you have in mind."

	Babar smiled at the sight of it coming out. He'd always liked watching toys emerge from his wife and at this point her womb was basically a toy.  He gently traced her cervix with his trunk lips, then pulled the lose muscular ring open.

	"First, I need you to hold this up and open it for me when I say.  You can keep it closed for now." He rubbed his cock with his hands again, this time much more vigorously. "I'm going to do some target practice."

	Celeste adjusted her position to cross her legs under her, lifting her prolapsed organ up as she did so to rest it on her legs so it was tilted more upward.  She wanted to be comfortable for the show and it put her in a better position to pleasure herself again too.  Her trunk could reach and tease her clitoris, labia, and womb much easier in an upright position and she wasn't sure how long he'd take to for his own pleasure.

	With everything he'd been doing, she wasn't sure how close he was or not.  He always took such a long time to get off, but sometimes longer than others.  She ran her trunk up and down the sides of her uterus, then nodded to Babar.

	"I'm ready when you are, dear."

	Babar hadn't stopped masturbating.  He could still feel the tingle of orgasm in his loins and didn't want to slow down to risk it backing off again.  After being between her legs, inside her womb, and in her mouth, he was getting tired.  At his age he couldn't afford to slow down and go all night like he would have in his prime.

	"Erf, should be... any time now." The elephant king huffed after he said it, pumping his dick as quickly as he could.

	He clenched his thighs and abdomen while he stroked and his eyes never left his wife's bared body.  She teased her clit for him with her trunk and playfully jiggled her soft breasts.  Her lustful scent filled his own trunk with his heavy breathing.

	Celeste watched him with interest.  He watched her.  His cock swung up and down while he rubbed it and he concentrated hard on everything lovely about his wife.  His back was aching but he wasn't going to disappoint her or himself.  Babar's forehead creased with effort after a full minute of working himself.  His mouth hung open panting for breath, but he still gave Celeste a smile when she shifted her lifted a breast to give it a kiss for him.  The pleasure was building slowly, but it was getting there.  He could feel it much stronger already.  Just a bit more.

	His wife squeezed her thighs together around her prolapsed womb and playfully thrust her hips up toward him when she spread them again.  She could tell he needed the encouragement.  It was rare for him to do it himself and he always took a long time when he did.  Celeste would have loved to go back to sucking on his cock for him.  Babar's tail flicked behind him and she sat up more fully with her trunk moving back to her cervix.  His tail moving was always the first sign he was about to cum and wanted to be ready.

	He watched her trunk sink through her cervix and coil about itself to spread the loose muscular ring open wider.  When she moved her trunk to tug around the outer rim instead of coiling, he could see some of the interior.  It was darker than the pale pinkish red of the outer ring of her cervix and very moist.  There was a dark red area just inside where his thrusting lengths had rubbed it too much that made him think back to how nice she had felt in there while Celeste opened herself as wide as she safely could.  Her prolapsed hole gaped open about five inches when she stopped, which he felt was more than plenty for what he wanted to do.

	Babar's ears folded down against his head, his trunk lifted in a cute upward curve.  He held perfectly still other than his hand suddenly pushing his erection down to aim.  After a deep breath his breathing paused for a full second, then came out in a long gush as he came.

	Celeste kept her eyes on her husband's shaft and her own prolapse, then clapped in delight as the first spurt of semen sprayed out right into her waiting womb.  She felt the light splattering impact inside very clearly and could feel the heat of it.  Five more strong jets of semen followed and four or so more much weaker ones, that Babar got in by stepping forward until he was just a few inches from her cervix.  The weight of his seed shifting inside of her felt delightful.

	Celeste squeezed her thighs together again, compressing her uterus briefly. "Oh, that was wonderful.  You always do know how to put on a show."

	Other than heavy breathing, there was no response for several seconds until Babar caught his breath again. "I thought you might... phew, like it.  It was easier in the old days."

	"Mmm, yes, but you're still just as handsome doing it." She leaned awkwardly forward and down to kiss his flagging erection. "Of course then you were just shooting into me mouth from that far.   Your aim is still perfect."

	"Thank you.  I try not to disappoint." He sucked in a deep breath and looked out the window next to them. "There's a Blimpliner some distance away.  I wonder if they were peeping on us."

	"It's always a possibility." Celeste stood up and grunted as she clenched her kegal muscles to tug her prolapse back in. "We really should charge to let them fly around the palace if they plan to watch these private shows."

	"Yes.  Private shows." Babar chuckled and wrapped an arm around her to stand together looking out the window with her.

	They were still naked from the waist down with Celeste's shirt also being fully open with nothing covering her chest.  A cough from the doorway made them turn to find Miss Strich's feathery arm sticking through with their pants and underwear.  Babar and Celeste looked at each other and smiled before fetching their clothes.

	"Do you need help with that?" Babar nodded toward her groin.

	"If you would, dear.  I seem to be leaking all over the floor.  I'm too tired to pull it in all the way myself."

	The elephant king grunted as he sat on the floor in front of her and pushed his trunk right up her uterus again.  It was slimy inside with his cum but he didn't mind and simply pushed up to the back while also pushing up against his wife's prolapse with his hands from outside.  The organ was a bit more flexible than it could be for easy reinsertion, but with her pulling from above and him pushing from below, both inside and out, it slid back in.  She came over his face quite suddenly when he pulled his trunk out of her.

	"Unnng! My my, I didn't realize how close I was there." Celeste laughed as she looked down at his soaked face and chest. "You do know how to push my buttons, don't you?" She bent down to help him up to his feet again. "Well, lets go to our room. I think both of us need a change of clothes."

	Trunk in cum and pussy slimed trunk, they left the study.  It was late afternoon with no visiting guests, so they didn't bother to put their pants back on before going about in the palace.  The guards again stood stiffly at attention, some stiffer than others, and simply saluted as they walked by.  A maid headed to the study even before they reached their room and disappeared inside for a quick bath and nap.  As far as anyone would admit, no one saw a thing, and palace life continued on its normal way.

	"Ambassador, is there something wrong?" Miss Strich watched Ambassador Crocodillus rummaging through a suit case next to his door an hour later.

	"Yes! Those elephants are up to something.  I think they're trying to replace me.  The queen... she... she was standing there without any pants knowing I was there and holding a kicker ball between her legs just to make me look and then... and then there was a letter to the Boss of the Slogs! It was entrapment I tell you! They set me up just to get rid of me.  I thought they liked me!"

	"No pants and a kicker ball? Why on earth would she be holding a kicker ball down, there? Err... and how would you have been seeing anything that she was doing?" Mis Strich crossed her arms. "They've been on the top floor of the palace all afternoon and I can assure you that there were no pantsless kickerball sessions down here on the main floor!  I suppose I should also ask how you knew about a letter she had written.  Those are for the intended recipient ONLY."

	"I was in the tree with a spy glass of course! They were..." He stopped himself, slapped himself as he realized what he had just admitted to and took a calming breath. "What I meant to say, was, I was in the jungle and doing a... oh, a science experiment for..."

	Miss Strich didn't bother listening to the rest.  She was very aware of what had happened above, though not that he had been outside spying on them again.  It still amused her how the royal family kept him clueless about what actually went on in the palace purely for their own entertainment.  His over-reactions certainly added an amusing spice to palace life.  She passed the royal suite and heard some laughter and smiled on her way to another of prince Badou's dance lessons.  Royal naps weren't necessarily relaxing.