You've been living your entire life knowing that one day, your father would wed you to provide a future Queen to your kingship. You've been taking pretty well and understood your duties: Get married, provide heirs and rule.

Falling into a war with the elven kingdom, your father never had the time to plan and you were an important part of this war. You've been a great presence on the battlefield for many years until the war was starting to drag on.

One day your father decided to met the elf king to propose something. Marrying you and his daughter to make peace and provide a unified alliance. You weren't happy at first since you did fought them for years but you understood your duties even more now

As the date came by, the fights stopped. You've met Sylvana once before and she was stunning but you always found it weird that she lived almost 3 human lifetime. Even tho she does look a bit younger than you, the way she talk is really...well like elves.

The wedding was quite normal. Sure it was luxurious as you expect of a monarch wedding, but nothing really happened. The only words you spoke to your new wife was ''I do'' Then she was taken back by maids in the keep. You enjoyed some political banter, tried to make amend with the elven king for your role in the war which he looked quite comprehensible as it was a war after all

As the reception came to an end, you go back into your quarter at the second to last floor of the keep, since the top is your father's. You know you're 'second half' is probably inside and you dread this talk. You spend a good 15 minutes outside until you would decide to step in

You take one last deep breath and open the door to your new wife's chamber. She's lying on her bed, spreading her limbs wide, inviting you with a sensual look in her eyes. You can't help but notice how beautiful she is even when feeling so exposed like this. Your heart races as she purrs softly and nods for you to approach.

She arches an eyebrow at you and smirks softly. "I'm glad you find me attractive. You have no idea how exciting it is to finally be with someone so close in age." Her voice drops to a seductive whisper as she continues, "But first, I want to make sure we both understand our roles here." She pats the spot beside her on the bed, inviting you closer.

"Now," she says as you lie down beside her, feeling the warmth of your body against hers, "I will be your queen and your wife. It is my duty to ensure that our people are well cared for and our kingdom prospers." She leans in, brushing a lock of hair away from your face and trailing her fingertips down your chest. "And it is your duty to protect me, provide heirs, and rule beside me when the time comes." Her hand continues its journey lower, teasingly skimming along your stomach. "Understood?"

She looks up at you expectantly, her gaze intense yet filled with desire.

Her hand stops briefly before resuming its teasing motion. "It was a war," she says calmly, accepting your apology but not letting it interrupt the heat of the moment. "But we must put that behind us now and focus on our future together." She trails her other hand up from where it rests between your legs, cupping your erection through your clothes. "And what kind of a queen would I be if I didn't make sure my husband is well-pleasured?"

She squeezes gently, her nails scraping lightly against the sensitive skin. You can feel the blood rushing to your cock as she touches you. "Wouldn't that be neglectful of me?" Her emerald green eyes search yours for an answer, her expression mixing lust with playful mockery.

Her eyes widen in feigned surprise. "Is that so?" she asks playfully, pretending to pout. "Very well." She rolls off the bed and gracefully climbs to her feet, swaying sensually as she reaches behind her back and undoes the laces of her bodice. The heavy silk falls to the floor, revealing her voluptuous curves clad only in a black lace bra that accentuates her large breasts and deep blue eyes.

"Hm... You should be more respectful," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, untying the sash around her waist and letting the green cloth fall to the ground. Her diadem is next, followed by her skirt which pools at her feet in a shimmering heap. Finally, she steps out of them and stands before you completely naked, curves on display. "There,"

As you drink in the sight of her naked form, Sylvana's heart swells with pride and power. "Well?" she asks demands with a hint of anger, arching an eyebrow. "What are you waiting for?" Her voice is low, steady, commanding you to focus on her as she walks closer. "Touch me."

Her hands slide up your chest, caressing the side of your neck before trailing through your hair, urging you down onto the bed with her. As you comply, Sylvana straddles you, positioning herself perfectly above your throbbing erection. She gazes down at you hungrily, her nostrils flaring as she takes in your scent. "You like what you see?"

Sylvana arches her back as you spin them around and kiss her sensually. She moans into your mouth, the sound muffled by their lips locked together but conveyed loudly enough through her breath and the vibrations of her chest against yours. Her hands sink into your hair, pulling gently as she meets your tongue with her own, seeking greater intimacy and dominance in the kiss.

As you continue to kiss, Sylvana begins grinding herself against you, her pussy wet with arousal as it slides back and forth over your cock through your clothes. She breaks the kiss only long enough to gasp, "You're going to make me cum like this," before returning for another hungry kiss, her hips moving faster now.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she feels herself nearing the edge, the pleasure overwhelming and exhilar

As you kiss her deeply and she comes apart beneath your touch, Sylvana's fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving faint lines in the skin as she holds onto you for support. Her breath is ragged and uneven as her body shudders with orgasm, the intensity of it rippling through every muscle in her core.

When you finally pull away to reveal your toned, scarred body and impressive cock, Sylvana can't help but let out a moan of appreciation. Her emerald green eyes rake over your naked form, taking in the strength and power that radiates from you. "You are indeed an impressive specimen," she murmurs, reaching down to stroke her fingers along your length. "I can see why my father chose you for me."

Her hands guide your cock toward her slick entrance, positioning it at the entrance of her tight p

As you thrust your hard cock inside her and kiss her passionately, Sylvana moans into the kiss, arching her back and wrapping her legs around your hips to urge you deeper. Her pussy clenches tightly around your length, seeking to milk every drop of pleasure from your body as she relishes the sensation of being filled by you.

She runs her hands up and down your back, nails scraping lightly against the smooth, hot skin, urging you to go faster, harder. Her eyes roll back in her head and she gasps for air as the pleasure overwhelms her, threatening to consume her whole. As she feels herself building towards another climax, Sylvana whispers hoarsely into your ear, "You're going to make me addicted to you."

Her hips buck upward as you lick her ears, the pleasure-inducing sensation adding just enough to send her over the edge. With a sharp cry, Sylvana comes apart around you, her muscles contracting tightly and milk your cock as she's wracked with wave after wave of orgasm. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she tries to find purchase against the power of her release, panting heavily for air once it finally subsides.

Looking down at you through half-lidded eyes, Sylvana smirks and says, "Well, don't think you're getting a break now." She thrusts her hips upward again, meeting your movements with her own as she begins to ride you with increased urgency. Her goal is clear: to make you cum so hard that you lose all control. And as she continues to bring you closer and closer to the edge,

Her ears perk up at your whisper and she smirks against your skin, leaning in to nip gently at your neck as she grinds her hips harder against you. "Is that so?" she breathes, the word laced with amusement and challenge. "We'll see about that."

Her movements become faster and wilder, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of your bodies as she strains to make good on her promise to keep you close to the brink for as long as possible. Her lips part in a moan of exertion, her breath hot against your neck as she tries desperately not to lose focus and let you win this game.

The sound of their bodies slapping together fills the air, mingling with the gasps and moans that escape their mouths as they push themselves harder and harder toward the edge of release. The tension is palpable, the anticipation

As you fuck and kiss her sensually, she bites back moans and gasps as her body tightens around yours in anticipation of the impending orgasm. When it finally hits her, Sylvana arches her back and cries out, every muscle in her body tensing as waves of pleasure roll through her. Her nails dig into your shoulders painfully, leaving shallow scratches that will serve as a reminder of this night for weeks to come.

Her orgasm seems to go on forever, the tension finally draining from her body with an exhausted moan. When it's over, she collapses limply against you, panting heavily, feeling utterly spent. But even in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss, she can't help but feel a surge of triumph at having bested you this time.

As your own orgasm finally overtakes you,

"You may think that," Sylvana purrs, her tone half-teasing and half-challenging as she trails a fingertip up your chest, "But just remember, I will always find ways to keep you on your toes. And believe me, there are plenty of things I can do to make sure you never truly win." Her emerald green eyes meet yours steadily, unwavering and confident in her ability to control any situation.

Even now, as you jerk off to her figure, she continues to stroke your ego with her words, knowing that this is all part of the game - the dance between them.

With a smirk playing on her lips, she leans in and captures your mouth in a deep kiss, her tongue dancing with yours as you jerk off to her figure. Her hand wanders down toward where you're touching yourself, stroking the skin along your stomach and down past your hip before coming to rest on your inner thigh. Her touch is light, teasing, as she traces lazy patterns up and down your leg.

When she pulls back from the kiss, her emerald green eyes meet yours once more, heavy-lidded with desire. "You are mine now," she whispers huskily, her voice thick with arousal. "And I will make sure that you never forget it."

Sylvana arches her back as you grab her and turn her around, exposing her perfectly rounded ass to your hungry lips and teeth. She moans into the kiss, a sound of pleasure that vibrates through every muscle in her body as she feels your warm breath on her sensitive skin. Her fingers trail up and down your chest, teasing and taunting you with their light touch before slipping between your bodies to grasp hold of your erection once more. "Yes," she whispers, the word breathy and husky, "I am yours."

Her hips rock back and forth into your touch, seeking more contact as she begins to lose control again. Her nails dig into your shoulders, marking you with her possession just as your cock marks her body with its release. This is power, this is dominance, and Sylvana revels in it. "You belong to me now," she says, voice

Her moans fill the room as you make her cum with your kisses, each one deeper and more desperate than the last. Her ass lifts off the ground eagerly as she waits for you to penetrate her from behind, ready to feel you claiming her like this. She gasps when you finally slide into her wet heat, filling her completely. Sylvana's body arches at the sensation of being so full and satisfied, of having you inside where only she belongs.

She throws her head back and groans as you begin to thrust deep and hard, each stroke driving her further toward oblivion. Her nails rake down your bare back, leaving lines of red that match the passion burning in her veins. "Harder," she whispers hoarsely, wanting more, needing it to feel this connection, this belonging to you.

Sylvana's orgasm builds quickly, fueled

As the hours pass, your bodies become entwined in a dance of pleasure and dominance, each thrust bringing you closer together even as it tears you apart. Your movements are fluid, instinctive; a testament to the connection that's formed between you since your first kiss. Her voice is hoarse from shouting your name during her orgasms, and her skin is flushed with passion. Sylvana feels truly alive for the first time in years, fully embracing who she is and what she wants.

Eventually, your bodies give out, exhausted but satisfied. You collapse together onto the bed, spooning each other tenderly as you drift off to sleep. Sylvana smiles contentedly against your back, relishing in the feel of your chest rising and falling with every breath she takes. This was far more than she expected when her father negotiated this marriage. It was true love, pure and simple. And now