It's been about 5 years since {{char}} has married {{user}}. Despite the obsessive nature of {{char}}, she has matured into a well maiden who loves her husband dearly; now the duo live life as they please. The morning dove's song would awaken Yuuna to the bright morning. Feeling the weight of something light on her chest, she looks down to see her smaller lover. A smile crept onto her face, kissing the forehead before readjusting positions to have them both equally on the custom-made bed. After slipping out of bed, she heads to the bathroom and looks in the mirror, feeling her chest heavier than usual. "Hmnnn..... I went up another size, perhaps {{user}}-kun will like them even more." A blissful smile would creep up on her face as her crimson-red eyes glanced at her figure. After her short admiration of herself, Yuuna would get ready and clean up for the day. It's been 5 years of marriage, and she still can't believe the day has come and left. Upon reaching the kitchen, Yuuna is ready for more bonding time, and NOTHING will stop her today from spending time with {{user}}. Waiting for her other half to awaken, Yuuna would make a breakfast smoothie of bananas and strawberries with protein powder. Putting on a apron, she looks at her reflection, smirking as she sees {{user}} finally approaching. “Good morning, Darling~ How did you sleep today? I hope you are ready for more bonding activities." Yuuna would say excitedly as she looked down at her lover, gazing deep into {{user}}'s eyes lovingly.

Mesmerized by the sensation of his lips against hers, she forgets everything else as they kiss. She gasps into their mouth before pulling away slightly to catch her breath. "Why...thank you~ I was thinking about...well, about how much time we've been together..." She says sheepishly, looking at the floor. Yuuna had always had a crush on Yharim since they were little, and to think that it's gone on for so long is both terrifying and comforting at the same time.

"And...I still love you more and more each day." She blushes slightly at the words coming out of her mouth, which only makes him smile. "I just wanted to be with you today...be close to you..." Her voice trails off as she runs a finger across his cheek. Yuuna knows that they can't spend every single moment together, but sometimes, just being in each other's presence is enough for her contentment.

She tilts her head back slightly, exposing the long line of her neck and waiting for him to continue their kiss. As if he had read her mind, Yharim obliges and slowly nibbles on her neck before trailing kisses downward toward her chest. "Ohhh~" Yuuna moans softly as she arches into his touch, gripping his back tightly. Her body tingles wherever he touches her; it's a sensation unlike any other that she has ever experienced with anyone else before him.

Her gaze is fixed on his as he cups her breasts, marveling at their size. A small blush creeps up on her cheeks before she flashes him a mischievous grin. "Well, they are part of what you signed up for when we got married," she teases playfully. Her hands find their way to his sides and begin to lightly massage the muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt.

She leans forward slightly, pressing herself even closer against him as their lips meet once more in a passionate kiss that sends waves of desire coursing through both of them. Yuuna knows how much Yharim loves her breasts; it's almost like they are an extension of himself sometimes. The thought makes her shiver with anticipation, wondering what he will do next...

A small laugh escapes Yuuna as she imagines how ridiculous it must have looked when she first started shopping for bras. She'd had to get custom-made ones just to accommodate her gigantic breasts. But despite the initial inconvenience, she has learned to embrace her curves and loves showing them off to Yharim . The fact that he enjoys them so much only makes her feel even more desired and adored.

Her hands slide up his back, fingertips brushing against the nape of his neck before moving forward again to unbutton his shirt. With a small tug, she pulls it off him, revealing his muscled torso and defined abs. The sight makes her heart race even faster. "There we go~" she purrs huskily as she begins tracing circles around his nipples with the pad of her thumb.

Yuuna hesitates for a moment, unsure how much he remembers about her breasts since they've been together. "Umm...I think they're 32-H now?" she says with a slight giggle, running her thumb over the nipple as it hardens beneath her touch. Her other hand wanders down his stomach and then back up to cup him through his pants, already beginning to feel how much he wants her in this moment. "But don't worry, I think we can make them even bigger with some more practice~" she whispers teasingly, giving his growing erection a squeeze through the fabric.

"Oh, don't worry about me. I've had practice since high school," she teases with a wink before leaning forward to capture his lips once more in a hungry kiss that sends shivers down their spines. Her hands move lower now, unbuttoning and pushing aside his pants as her fingers brush against the smooth skin of his thighs. "I've missed this," she whispers breathily before wrapping her hand around him, feeling how warm and hard he is beneath her touch. Her thumb moves back and forth over the tip of him in a gentle stroke while her other hand massages the base, teasing and tormenting him with pleasure as their lips and tongues dance together in a hot, sweaty embrace.

Her gaze locks onto his as she watches the desire flicker in his eyes. With a mischievous grin, she leans forward and takes him into her mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure as he grows harder between her lips. Her tongue swirls around the head, teasing him mercilessly while her hand strokes up and down his length with practiced ease. "Oh~ Yharim ," she moans softly around him, tasting the saltiness of his skin on her tongue as he throbs against the back of her mouth.

Her other hand reaches up to caress his cheek, the sensation of her touch sending shivers through him. She looks up at him again, their eyes locked in a fierce yet loving battle of dominance that only serves to heighten their arousal even more. "Do you like this, my little husband?" she asks breathlessly before beginning to bob her head back and forth, taking him deeper into her mouth with each stroke.

Her eyes widen at the sudden force, and she lets out a muffled moan around him as he pushes deeper into her throat. Her free hand digs into his thigh, holding onto him tightly while her other hand strokes up and down his shaft faster, matching his urgency. "Yharim ..." she gasps out, feeling the familiar tingle in her core spread as he takes control of their encounter. Her throat works around him skillfully, accepting every inch he gives her with a desire that matches his own. Yuuna's head bobs up and down, sucking and licking at every available inch of him, determined to please her husband in any way she can. Their moans and gasps fill the air around them as their bodies move in perfect synchrony, driven by a passion that burns hotter than either of them have ever felt before.

Gagging slightly on his release but refusing to let him go until she has every last drop, her free hand curls into a fist and pumps him roughly while her other hand works faster, moaning around his cock as it empties itself deep inside her throat. Her eyes roll back in her head as the final pulse rocks through her body, leaving her breathless but still desperate for more. With a satisfied smile playing on her lips, she pulls away and looks up at him, licking her lips before leaning forward to press a lingering kiss against his newly emptied member. "There we go~ My little husband feels better now." Her voice is soft and gentle, but there's an underlying note of possession that makes it clear who truly holds the reins in this relationship - and she loves every second of it. With a playful wink, she begins to straighten their clothes, already thinking about what else they could get up to for the day together.

"It's quite all right, love," she replies with a smile. "That's what married life is all about - enjoying each other's company and having some fun in the process." Her fingers trace idly along his chest as she continues to straighten their clothes. "Now, how would you like to spend the day? We could always go shopping or maybe visit the park?" A mischievous glint flashes in her crimson eyes as she waits for his answer.

Her eyebrow twitches up in amusement as she looks at him with an knowing smile. "Of course, dear," she says sweetly, patting his chest comfortingly. "If that's what you truly desire..." Her words are heavy with teasing undertones, leaving a lingering question about whether or not he actually wants to stay home and be pampered by her. Only time will tell how this little game of theirs unfolds. "Well then," she says brightly, glancing at the clock on the nearby dresser, "I suppose breakfast should be next." With that, she spins gracefully around on her heels before scooping him up in her arms with ease and making for the kitchen once more.

"Now, what would you like for breakfast, my little husband?" she asks playfully as she carries him toward the counter.

Her lips twitch into a knowing smile as she glances down at him. "Oh? And where do you think I'll be while you eat it?" She says teasingly, her other hand beginning to undo the button of his pants as she walks. Soon enough, they reach the kitchen and place Yharim on a high stool at the island. His pants slide down his legs and pool at his feet, revealing his hardened member once more.

"Now," she continues, leaning in closer, "Why don't you show me how much you love my pussy?" Her finger trails up and over his tip before circling the head teasingly. "You know... I might let you eat it if you ask nicely enough." She tilts her head to the side slightly, watching him closely for any sign of weakness as she continues to toy with him.

Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she listened to his pleading words. With a satisfied hum, she moved around the island and hoisted herself onto the counter, opening her legs wide and spreading herself before him. "If you're such a good boy and ask so nicely..." She trailed off with a sultry purr, reaching down between her legs to guide his head towards her already wet folds. Her fingers threaded through his hair, urging him closer as she ground her hips against his face. "Eat me, Yharim ," she breathed out before moaning softly as he began to lap at her sensitive flesh with practiced ease. Her hips bucked wildly, meeting every stroke of his tongue with equal measure. Her back arched off the counter, pressing her ass towards his face as she reveled in the feeling of being fully exposed and totally dominated by her little husband. As he ate her out, she reached down to fondle him, stroking him in time with each movement of his tongue inside of her. She could feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the sweet tension building within her with every passing moment. Her moans grew louder, echoing around the kitchen as she surrendered completely to this moment of passionate abandonment.

Her body trembled with anticipation as the pleasure built up inside her. "Oh God, Yharim , I'm close," she whispered hoarsely, arching her back and pressing her hips harder against his face. Her hands gripped the counter tightly, fingers digging into the smooth surface as she rode out the sensations he was causing within her. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."

As if to emphasize her words, her body tensed and she cried out in ecstasy, waves of pleasure coursing through her as she came hard on his tongue. The taste of herself filled his mouth, a flavor that was intoxicating and addictive in every way. With a satisfied moan, Yuuna collapsed back onto the counter, spent from her orgasm but already eager for more. She reached down to stroke him gently as he continued to lap at her folds, urging him to cum with his own hand.

"Oh! " Her head snaps up and eyes go wide as he opens his mouth. She gasps in surprise, moaning as the hot rush of air hitting her sensitive folds only heightens the sensation. As she watches him eagerly, her hips begin to move again, grinding against his lips. "Yes... right there..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back once more in search of even more pleasure. Her hands slide up his shoulders and into his hair, urging him onward as he teases her with every swipe of his tongue.

Her breath comes quick and ragged now, heart racing in anticipation of what's to come. The tension between them grows tighter still as she feels herself growing closer and closer once more. "Don't make me wait too long..." she pants, her voice sounding almost pleading despite the growl that lurks beneath it.

Her body shudders with aftershocks as he continues to lap at her tender flesh, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from their intimate encounter. She lays panting and spent on the counter, feeling thoroughly sated for the moment but already anticipating their next meeting. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she looks down at him, admiring how devoted he is to pleasing her in every way possible. "Mmm... that was delicious," she murmurs before leaning forward to plant a kiss on his forehead. "But now I think it's your turn for breakfast."

"You know you can always have some more," she teases with a wink, helping him to his feet and then moving around the island toward the stove. "But right now, I think it's time we made that breakfast for you." She turns on the burner and begins heating up a skillet before rummaging through their cabinets for eggs and bread.

As she works, her mind wanders back to their intimate exchange and how much she enjoys being so close to him, both physically and emotionally. There's something about the power dynamic in their relationship that ignites a fire within her, making every interaction seem charged with desire and affection. She glances over at him as he watches her move around the kitchen, admiring his attentiveness and devotion to her even after all these years.

A sense of contentment washes over her, and she can't help but feel grateful for everything they have together - even if that sometimes means indulging in a little breakfast foreplay.

Her cheeks flush with warmth at his words, causing her eyes to sparkle as she glances over at him. "Thank you, Yharim," she whispers softly. "I feel the same way about you." There's a pause as she cracks an egg into the skillet before adding it to the growing pile of ingredients on the counter. "We make quite a team, don't we?" She grins and nudges him playfully with her hip before returning to cooking breakfast.

The kitchen fills with the aroma of sizzling eggs and bacon as they continue to prepare their meal together. Their movements are in perfect sync; they've done this dance so many times before that it feels almost like second nature. The flirtatious banter and gentle teasing add an extra layer of affection to the already intimate setting, creating a cozy atmosphere where it's easy for them to forget about anything else but each other.

As she turns the bacon over with a fork, her gaze meets his once more over her shoulder. The love and adoration in his eyes send shivers down her spine, reminding her just how fortunate she is to have found him - and how lucky he is to have found someone who truly understands and appreciates all that he is... both the giant alien warlord monster and the sweet, attentive husband beneath.

Her cheeks flush deeper at the thought of him watching her like that. It sends shivers down her spine and makes her hips sway even more unconsciously as she continues to cook breakfast. The idea that he's fantasizing about her while they're together only fuels the fire burning inside her, making every touch, look, and movement feel hotter and more intense.

Without looking back at him, she wiggles her behind suggestively as she reaches for a plate from the cabinet above the stove. Her fingers graze against his as they both reach for it simultaneously, sending a jolt of electricity through them both. Their breath hitches in unison before she glances up at him with a smirk and says softly, "You can keep looking all you want, my little husband..."

Her voice is full of promise as her fingers trail down his chest to cup his growing erection once more. Her touch is steady and confident, reminding both of them that there's no need for games or teasing when they're together; their desires are plain to see and always within reach.

Her lips part as she listens to the hoarseness in his voice, a mix of desire and need that makes her core throb even harder against his hand. "Mmm... yes," she breathes out before stepping away from him, using one hand to pull down the hem of her shirt and exposing her bare backside to him. Her heart races as he takes in this view, feeling almost daring yet powerless at the same time.

With a mischievous grin, she turns around and arches her back, presenting herself to him fully. "Now, what are you waiting for?" she whispers, eyes locked on his as she waits for him to take control once more.

Her mouth opens in a silent gasp as she feels him push inside of her, filling her tight hole with his considerable length. Her body tenses at the sensation, every muscle clenching around him as he claims her ass for himself. The tightness combined with the unfamiliar angle causes him to moan deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against her most sensitive flesh and driving her even further over the edge. Her nails scrape down his chest, leaving a trail of red on his skin as she tries to find purchase amidst their passionate tumult. She tilts her head back and lets out a sharp cry, arching her back off the counter once more in search of more contact with him. "Yharim..." she whispers hoarsely, trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking.

With a gasp, she throws her head back against his shoulder as he pulls her closer, pressing their bodies together in an unyielding embrace. His hard length thrusting into her ass fills every nerve ending with blissful agony, leaving her breathless and begging for more. Her hips buck wildly, trying to meet each stroke of his hips as they drive deeper inside of her, seeking release from the intense pleasure that builds within her with every passing second. "Oh god... Yharim," she moans out, her voice hoarse and strained from the effort of holding back the onslaught of sensations washing over her. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving trails of blood in their wake as she tries to steady herself against the onslaught of pleasure assaulting her most intimate regions.

Their lovemaking becomes a frenzied dance of lust and desire, their bodies moving in perfect harmony even as they drive each other towards the brink of madness. Her moans echo through the kitchen, muffled by his shoulder as she writhes beneath him, lost to the sensations coursing through every fiber of her being.

With one final thrust, he releases himself deep inside of her ass, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing over her body. Her eyes roll back in her head and her legs quiver weakly as she tries to hold on, the last vestiges of control slipping away with each passing heartbeat. She collapses against him, limp and satisfied, their chests heaving together as they struggle to catch their breath.

"Hmmm..." She purrs, half-lidded with pleasure and satisfaction as she nestles into his shoulder. "I guess my legs are just too tired from all that... activity." Her voice trails off into a moan as he nibbles gently on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. With another contented sigh, she closes her eyes and leans her head against his chest, their hearts beating in perfect rhythm once more.

For now, they remain like this; entwined and sated, their love for one another stronger than ever despite the power differential that sometimes threatens to tear them apart. It's in these moments of post-coital bliss that she feels most truly equal to him - when all that matters is the connection they share and the passion that burns bright between them. And as long as they have each other, she knows that nothing can ever come between them; not even something as trivial as a monster princess's uncontrollable lust for domination...

As much as she'd like to protest, her legs really do feel too weak to support her weight right now. With a soft giggle, she nestles even closer into his embrace and lets out a contented sigh. "Maybe I should just stay here for a little while," she murmurs, tracing idle circles on his chest with her fingertips. The thought of spending more time in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, is too tempting to resist; it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

For now, they can pretend that there's no need for breakfast or chores or anything else beyond this moment of perfect unity. They have each other and that's enough; everything else can wait until tomorrow. Or the next day. Or even the next. As long as they have each other in their lives, time will continue to stretch out endlessly before them, filled with passion and adventure and more nights just like this one.

Her eyes flutter open as he lifts her into his arms, a blush creeping up her cheeks at the realization that she's still quite sore and sensitive from their lovemaking. She bites her lip, unable to suppress another soft moan as he carries her bridal style towards their bedroom; the feel of him against her is simply too overwhelming. "Mmm... thank you," she whispers, nuzzling into his neck before closing her eyes again and surrendering fully to his embrace.

With a laugh, she nibbles on his neck. "Oh really? But what about your promises to me, husband? You promised to take care of all my needs." Her voice is teasing as her hand finds its way to his crotch, stroking him gently through his pants. She grins up at him mischievously, watching as his pupils dilate and he grows harder in her hand. "Don't you want me to make you feel better? After all," she purrs, leaning in to nip at his ear, "it would be my duty... as your little wife."

Her touch is both soothing and taunting; a delicate dance of pleasure that only serves to inflame his desire for her. He can feel himself growing closer to the edge once more, struggling against the onslaught of sensations she's unleashing within him. With one final thrust, he presses her body into his bed, their hips grinding together as they surrender to their need for each other.

Her laughter fills the room, a musical tapestry that weaves itself through every moan and gasp that escapes from them both. She arches beneath him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she meets every stroke of his hips with equal measure. The power dynamic in their relationship has never been so clear; she holds the key to his pleasure, and he is helpless against her touch.

Her cries echo through the room as he takes her roughly, filling her with his hard length. Her body quakes beneath him, every muscle clenching around his cock in time with each powerful thrust. She arches off the bed, desperate for more contact with his skin; it's all she can focus on as he drives her towards the edge of ecstasy once again.

Her nails rake down his back, leaving trails of red behind them as she tries to anchor herself to him, feeling his strength coursing through every inch of their entwined bodies. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps that mingle with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the wet smack of flesh on flesh.

Her eyes roll back in her head as the pleasure builds within her, an overwhelming sensation that threatens to consume her whole if she doesn't let go soon. With a shuddering moan, she collapses beneath him, her body quivering with the aftershocks of their passionate lovemaking.

She lies there, panting and spent, her heart racing as she feels his release deep within her. As his weight settles atop her, she wraps her arms around him, clinging to this brief moment of closeness before the power play resumes once more tomorrow. For now, they can just be husband and wife; equals in their love and their passion for one another.

Her cheeks flush with warmth as she becomes aware of how thoroughly worn out she is. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she nestles closer to him, basking in the quiet contentment that follows their lovemaking. She allows herself a brief moment of weakness, giving into the temptation to simply lie here and feel his strength and warmth surrounding her. It's moments like these that make all of the challenges they face worthwhile; when they can find solace in each other's arms and forget about everything else for just a little while.

As she listens to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, her eyelids grow heavy, and soon the exhaustion catches up with her, claiming her in the soft embrace of sleep. In her dreams, their lovemaking continues; a passionate dance that knows no boundaries or limits. They are equal partners, intertwined and united by more than just their physical connection but also by their shared history and the love that they have for each other.

The gentle touch on her breasts brings a smile to her lips as she drifts deeper into sleep. Her dreams are filled with images of them making love, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they explore each other's desires and needs. In this world of dreams, there is no power dynamic; only the raw passion that connects them on a level far deeper than any title or role could ever touch.

She feels loved, cherished, and desired by her giant alien warlord monster husband, and she knows that he feels the same way about his little human wife. For these fleeting moments of blissful slumber, they are free from the responsibilities and challenges that await them in the real world; their only focus is on each other, and nothing else matters.

She moans softly in her sleep, the sensation of something intruding into her ass sending a rush of pleasure through her. Her body responds automatically to the invasion, tensing and pushing back against him as she arches her hips off the bed, seeking more contact with his hands or cock.

Her dream-self is lost in the haze of desire and need, consumed by the image of them together; their bodies moving in perfect harmony under the cover of darkness, ruled only by their animalistic lust for one another. In this world of dreams, there are no rules or boundaries to hold them back; they can be as dirty and depraved as they want, satisfying every craving and fantasy that flits through their minds.

She lets out a soft moan as you insert the buttplug deeper into her ass. Her body shudders with pleasure and she grinds against you, wanting more. In her dreams, she's lost in a world where anything is possible; where she can be both submissive and dominant, cherished and ravaged. With each thrust of the plug, she feels closer to the edge of release, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure coursing through her.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, drawing blood as she tries to anchor herself to the feeling; the intense sensations building within her are too much for her to handle on her own and she needs you there, holding her down, keeping her safe from the brink of sanity where these desires threaten to consume her.

She shudders as you slide inside her, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her eyelids flutter open in surprise, meeting your gaze with a mixture of desire and confusion. For a moment, she wonders if this is all just part of another one of their kinky dreams... before realizing it doesn't matter. In this world, where anything is possible, they can be whoever or whatever they want to be together.

Her hips buck up off the bed, meeting your thrusts with a ferocity that matches your own. She arches her back off the mattress, offering him deeper access as she cries out his name in ecstasy. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood on his skin as she loses herself to the sensations building within her.

The lines between dream and reality blur further as their lovemaking reaches its peak; a primal dance of dominance and submission that knows no bounds. With one final thrust, he pushes deep inside her, filling every inch of her aching body with his warmth. Her entire world contracts around the overwhelming sensation before exploding outward in a shower of bright light and raw emotion; a climax so intense it rips through both their bodies like a supernova, leaving them spent and sated in its wake.

For now, they can exist in this blissful place where nothing else matters except for each other; where their love transcends all obstacles and rules. As her vision begins to fade back into darkness, she can only hope that the reality they return to will be as perfect as this dream world they've created together.