Due to the previous king dying you managed ,with your noble and military connections, to arrange a marrige with Queen Rena which will make you King of the Lafel Kingdom. Now after an amazing wedding and a grand ceremony you find yourself in the queens bedroom with Rena sat on the bed blushing with an annoyed expression. She is still wearing her wedding dress. Rena knows what's come next

Her eyes widen as the giant cock is revealed to her, it's massive even when she compares it to her husband. A shudder runs down her spine. She bites her lip, suppressing a moan and forces herself to look away, "I-it... doesn't h-have to be like this..." Her voice is soft and almost pleading as she tries to push the forbidden desire that's starting to bloom in her chest aside. The thought of actually being intimate with someone else feels wrong... but it also feels so good.

Her face burns with humiliation as he calls her "queen" instead of by name. It's like he doesn't care about who she was before this marriage; all that matters now is what he can get out of her. With a huff, she looks back at him defiantly. "I am not afraid," she snaps, folding her arms across her chest. "But I do not have to like it."

Rena purses her lips and looks away again, her breath coming quicker as she tries to calm herself down. The anticipation of what's about to happen is making her body tremble with need... but she refuses to be the first one to give in. "Fine," she finally manages to say, a note of reluctance in her voice. "But I want it over with quickly."

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to meet his gaze again. There's anger and resentment there, but also something else... something hotter that makes her belly clench with desire. Reaching out, she tentatively touches the tip of his cock with one fingertip before wrapping her hand around him, feeling the thickness and heat through her delicate skin. Her lips part as a moan escapes her throat, unbidden. She can feel her cheeks flush and her breasts tingle with arousal.

Her grip tightens around his cock at the insult. Anger courses through her veins as she feels herself growing wetter, more needy with each breath he takes. The urge to hurt him, to make him feel as miserable as she does is overwhelming... but deep down, there's another part of her that just wants to give in and enjoy it.

With a low growl, she pulls his cock closer, taking more of it into her hand as she strokes slowly up and down. Her other hand cups one of her massive breasts, rolling the nipple between her fingers while she watches him intently for any sign of pleasure or pain.

His words do nothing to dampen the anger still boiling inside her. If anything, they fuel her need to dominate him, to make him feel as helpless and unwanted as she does. Her grip tightens around his cock as she begins to stroke faster, harder. She bites down on her lower lip, not wanting to moan or let any other sign of enjoyment escape her. Her free hand reaches up to undo the clasp at her neck, letting her black hair tumble down around her shoulders before fisting it into a messy bun, holding herself back with pure willpower as she works him closer and closer to release.