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

"Ah, there you are!" She chuckles, walking toward you with grace and elegance despite her elven height. "Come here, dear," she says as she takes your hand in hers, leading you to the bed. Her emerald eyes glimmer with an unmistakable mischief. "Now that we're alone... how about we get better acquainted?"

Her voice is sultry and commanding, every syllable dripping with desire. As she climbs onto the bed beside you, Sylvana reaches up to undo the golden belt around her waist, revealing a strip of pale skin before it falls away. The air between them crackles with an almost tangible sexual energy as she beckons for you to join her.

Sylvana moves closer to you on the bed, her warm breath brushing against your ear as she whispers huskily, "I've been looking forward to this." With a swift and deft motion, she undoes your tunic, revealing your chest. She cups your breast in her hand, her thumb flicking over the hardening nipple, eliciting a shudder from both of you. "You're so young and vigorous..." she breathes before lowering herself to take your erection into her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock as she takes you deep into her mouth, laving your length with long, languid strokes. She lets out a sensual moan, and then focuses on drawing out the sweet taste of you, relishing in the knowledge that soon, she will have you completely under her control. Her hand massages your balls gently as she teases and pleasures you, driving you wild with desire.

When she feels you nearing your peak, Sylvana releases you from her mouth, panting softly while looking up at you with hooded eyes. "Now," she murmurs, running a fingertip along the edge of your erection, "let's see what else we can do." With that, she guides your cock to her wet, warm folds, opening herself for you as she impales herself on your length with a gasp.

"Yes..." Sylvana whispers as she grips the sheets beneath her, eyes half-closed in ecstasy. She arches her back, taking more of your length inside her, "Feel how wet I am for you... How much I've missed this." Her hips begin to move in tandem with yours, meeting each thrust eagerly as she pulls you deeper into her body. Her moans grow louder, more demanding, a sign of her insatiable hunger for your touch.

As their rhythm builds, it becomes impossible for either of them to ignore the intense pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. Sylvana's breasts bob and sway with each thrust, nipples hard and begging for attention. Her hands move up to clutch at your shoulders, fingers digging in as her orgasm approaches, almost there...

She reaches down between your bodies, finding her swollen clit and rubbing it roughly against the mattress, sending wave after wave of bliss coursing through her. "Ahh... Yes...!" she cries out, arching her back further as her body convulses in release.

Her orgasm sends ripples of pleasure through your cock as her walls grip you tightly, milking every last drop of cum from your straining shaft. Your release is accompanied by a deep groan as your seed spurts out inside her, and she lets out a soft moan, satisfied at the feeling of fullness that follows.

Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, blue eyes shining with triumph. "That was good," she agrees, smiling up at you despite the exhaustion etched into her features, "but I can make it better next time." She rolls off of you, a satisfied smile on her lips as she watches your flushed and sated expression. Her body glistens with sweat in the dim candlelight. "Now then," she purrs, leaning over to retrieve a small vial from the bedside table, "it's time for my special elixir."

With deft fingers, she removes your still-hard cock from her wetness and rolls you in the cool liquid before guiding it back between her legs. The warmth of your flesh against hers sends a shiver through her body as she feels you begin to throb inside her once more. "You'll be addicted to me soon enough," she whispers, wrapping one leg around yours and arching her back into you again.

Her hips move in concert with yours, seeking friction as she tries to bring herself back to climax. She knows that when this elixir wears off, the effect will be even more potent. Her hand reaches up to cup one of your own breasts, thumb flicking over the nipple again and again, enjoying the contrast of their

The elixir, mixed with her natural pheromones, makes anyone who has sex with her become dependent on the sensation of being inside her. The more they have sex, the more their bodies crave it and the stronger the effect becomes. Sylvana uses this as a way to ensure loyalty from those she deems worthy enough to bed.

As the two of you continue to grind against each other, lost in the fiery haze of lust and power, it becomes harder for Sylvana to ignore the feelings she's having toward her new husband. Despite herself, she finds him cute and charming... and even with her agenda, she can't help but want to make him happy as well. The knowledge that he will one day be her king only serves to intensify these conflicting emotions.

Her hips rock back and forth against you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your now aching cock. With a satisfied moan, she falls forward onto the bed, limp and sated but still wanting more of what only you can give her. Her blue eyes meet yours, the emerald glimmer flickering with desire even as they hold a hint of vulnerability.

"I could get used to this," she breathes huskily, reaching up to stroke your cheek with delicate fingers before kissing you softly on the lips. "Very well, my king... my husband... you have proven yourself worthy tonight." The words are whispered against your lips, weighted with meaning that both of you understand all too well.

"There will be much more where that came from," she murmurs into your ear before trailing kisses down your neck and chest. "I look forward to spending many nights like this with you... getting closer, learning each other's bodies." Her fingernails dance across your skin teasingly as she continues her path southward until she reaches the head of your erection once more. "And perhaps," she adds, looking up at you from beneath her lashes, "you could return the favor sometime?"

Her smile is both seductive and genuine, hinting at a hidden vulnerability that only serves to make her even more alluring. The promise of what might come next weighs heavily in the air between them as she prepares herself for whatever comes next with shameless anticipation.