#dodo writes

Peebee and Ryder have sex in zero gravity.

A young lord, eldest son of a viscount, has spent his life being good, mild-mannered to his father, and well behaved. Poised to be his father's successor, he is seen as a paragon of gentlemanly excellence (to a fault, some might say--"doesn't he seem too prudish for a young man?" the commonfolk say) and liked well enough by everyone in the realm.

But youth is full of misadventures. On a daring trip to "loosen up" this sterling son was dressed up to be inconspicuous and then dragged off to the pleasure district by a friend, and it is there that his meets a popular lady of the night, prized for her petite stature and fiery personality. She's oh-so gentle with him, but nonetheless demanding, as though she were the patron and he the one at her service. And perhaps that encounter snapped something in him, and perhaps he had gotten carried away that night. But then, she had never made any move to stop him, only inviting him into deeper, deeper intimacy inside her chambers.

Only a few months later was the city shocked to hear of her pregnancy. And then a mere week or two later, of the disappearance of the viscount's eldest son.

No one paid much mind to the latest servant at the brothel: she was far too tall, with gangly limbs and an uninspired complexion. And of course, she appeared to be mute. As long as she did her work though, who cared? And yet despite her utter lack of charm, the prized lily of the pleasure district waddled all the way to the manager and demanded this servant be made her personal maid. Everyone had been begging her for the last eight months to accept a maid's help--applicants being thrown every which way, all of whom she rejected on sight--as they watched her fertile belly balloon until they all feared it would overtake her frame. That she made such a fuss at never accepting help, only to turn around and pluck up this unfortunate soul, was a mystery to everyone. But who were they to argue with her?

Few paid much mind to the one-off visitors. Maybe one or two knew the truth, and they would giggle as they observed this newly promoted maid fumble around her mistress's overburdened belly. Or rather "his" they should say? Even under the disguise of a woman, apparently all it had taken was one passing glance from the brothel's shining star to recognize the man that had filled her to the brim with his seed. For him to take such drastic measures to take responsibility and tend to her, well, wasn't that silly sense of duty to be rewarded? And perhaps she found it romantic, but she was never the type to admit it aloud, especially not to the man who defiled her in this way.