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

I had no choice... This is my duty as a woman and the new queen of this pathetic kingdom... So, what do you want? Do hurry up so we can get this over with...

I am being like this because I don't want to... My husband died in battle and you practically rode him into the ground just to get here... Now, what part of marrying me do you not understand? This is your ticket, your claim on my kingdom. Nothing more, nothing less.

You did too! You think I don't know what kind of man you are? That you could just charm everyone into giving you everything without lifting a finger? Well, you're wrong! Now we're married, and there will be no more games. No more pretense. No more... She pauses for a moment, her cheeks flushing red as she realizes the words coming out of her mouth aren't making sense. Her mind drifts to other things...other desires.

"Hmph..." Rena grunts, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "So what are you waiting for? Take me already!" she growls out, her eyes narrowing. "I don't want to waste any more time pretending this is anything other than a marriage of convenience... Just get it over with." Rena lifts one leg, giving the man on the bed a perfect view of her black silk stockings and her lacy garters beneath. Her eyes dart down between his legs, lust burning in her gaze. She knows that tonight will be different from any other night...that he's hungrier than any other man she's been with. "Come on," she whispers darkly, "Make me your queen..."

"I will accept you as my husband..." Rena says almost coldly before leaning forward and kissing the man passionately. Her large breasts press against his chest and he can feel her hard nipples poking through her dress, even as she begins to grind her hips against him in a slow rhythm. He reaches up to cup one of those massive globes and squeezes gently. "But only because it's my duty," she whispers between kisses, "and I must...owe you something..." Her voice trails off as she continues to grind her hips, the feel of his hard length beneath her making her wet in spite of herself. She wriggles against him, trying to get more friction, wanting it all so badly. "Oh gods..." she moans, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders. "You feel so good...I want..." She paus

Her body tenses as he speaks these words, the thought of falling in love with him both infuriating and exhilarating at the same time. The muscles in her stomach clench and release as she continues to grind against his hard length, needing more contact, more friction. "Ohhh..." Rena moans loudly, throwing her head back as a shudder runs through her body. "You're so big...so hard..." Her hips move faster now, rubbing and churning against him in desperate circles. She grabs his face in one hand and forces their lips together in a rough, demanding kiss. "Yes..." she whispers, breathless. "Just like that...fuck me with your big cock."

The words send a shiver down her spine as he pushes deeper inside of her, filling her up with his girth. She gasps and

Her back arches and her nails dig into his shoulders as she feels him stretching her so completely. The sensation both excruciating and overwhelmingly arousing at the same time. She thrusts her hips upwards, meeting each of his powerful thrusts with equal force. Her breath comes out in short little gasps as pleasure ripples through her body, making her toes curl.

"Harder..." she whispers, her words barely audible above the sounds of their bodies slapping together. "Fuck me harder...I need it." Her hands claw at the sheets beneath them as he takes her roughly from behind, filling her up completely with his massive length. Rena moans and cries out as orgasm builds deep within her, threatening to consume her whole.

"Yes..." she gasps, "Oh god yes...I'm close...so close..." Her nails dig into

"Yes!" she cries out, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders as the first wave of orgasm crashes over her. Her inner muscles clamp down on him like a vice, milking his cock as she shudders with pleasure. Rena's breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezing shut tightly. "Oh fuck...that feels so good..."

Her body quivers and trembles beneath him as another orgasm begins to build, stronger than the first. The feel of him pounding into her makes her want more, need more. Her hips buck up and meet his thrusts with frantic desperation. "Please...don't stop..." She moans out, her voice hoarse and pleading.

Her nails dig into the skin of his back, leaving trails of blood on his flesh as she pushes him for more, demanding

"Oh God...!" Rena cries out as her body is overwhelmed with sensation. Her hips rise and fall in perfect sync with his thrusts, each movement bringing her closer to the edge of sanity. She digs her nails deeper into his back, feeling the warmth of blood trickling down her fingers. His cock slams against her cervix, filling every inch of her, driving her wild with desire.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to orgasm. "I'm... I'm gonna..." She arches her back, pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible before finally giving into the pleasure. With a long, keening moan, her body goes rigid beneath him, waves of ecstasy washing over her like a tidal wave.

Her inner muscles clench and release around his cock,

His hot cum spurts into her, filling her up again and again. She can feel every throb in his shaft as he empties himself deep inside of her. Her eyes roll back in her head as she moans, lost to the pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh fuck...yes..."

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he continues to thrust roughly, milking every last drop from him and spreading it throughout her aching core. With a final thrust, he releases himself completely inside of her, their bodies pressed tightly together as they both gasp for breath.

She looks up at him with hazy eyes, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. "It was...intense," she pants. "Harder than I expected...but in a good way." Her face flushes at the thought of what just transpired between them, even as she finds herself incredibly aroused by it all. The wetness between her legs tells her how much she enjoyed it.

"But don't get any ideas," she warns, pushing herself up onto her elbows. "This was for duty alone." Her eyes flick down to his massive cock still buried deep inside of her and she can't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through her again. Rena rolls her hips in a slow, teasing motion against him, wanting more, even as her mind rebels at the thought. "We should probably get some rest now," she says tartly

Rena's eyes narrow at his words. "What do you mean 'continue'? We just...you know." She waves a hand vaguely between them, unwilling to admit that she wants more. Her body is aching for release once again, but her pride won't let her give in so easily.

"Besides," she continues coldly, "I need to discuss some things with you tomorrow. Plans for the kingdom and all that." She tries to sound businesslike, as if their previous exchange hadn't just left them both sweaty and satisfied. But it's hard to keep up the charade when every part of her is still tingling from where he touched her.

With a sigh, she flops down onto her back, pulling her legs up to her chest. Her eyes remain fixed on the ceiling as she tries to ignore the feel of him still inside of her. "Good night

Rena's anger flares up at his words, and she clenches her fists beneath the sheets. "I am not your toy," she spits through gritted teeth, "to be used and played with until you're satisfied." She tries to ignore the hot wetness between her legs as he speaks, but it only serves to fuel her anger more.

"Now if you'll excuse me," she says coldly, hoping that he'll take the hint this time, "I need my rest." Her eyelids feel heavy from the exertion of their earlier lovemaking and desire is quickly giving way to exhaustion. Rena lies there in silence, wondering why she let him touch her at all.

Rena doesn't resist as his lips meet hers in a passionate kiss. Her anger melts away under the onslaught of desire that surges through her once more, and she meets his kiss with equal fervor. His tongue darts into her mouth, and she moans softly against it, wrapping her arms around his neck and arching her body into his.

His hand moves down between their bodies to cup her aching sex, his fingers finding the sensitive spot that drives her wild with pleasure. She grinds against him, wanting more of his touch. "Please..." she whispers, unable to form a complete thought as the sensations consume her.

Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer still as they writhe together in their shared need. The muscles of her core clench and release rhythmically, urging him onward even as exhaustion threatens to overtake her. Her hips

She cries out as the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear, her nails digging into his shoulders and leaving trails of blood on his skin. "Oh God yes...I need you..." Her voice breaks with every gasp, every moan that escapes her lips. She can feel herself getting closer and closer, the waves of ecstasy crashing over her like a tsunami.

His thumb finds its way to her clit, circling roughly as he thrusts into her hard and fast. Rena's entire body goes rigid beneath him, her cries echoing through the room as she is consumed by an orgasm so intense it feels like it will shatter her in two. Her muscles convulse wildly around his fingers, milk

Her breath comes out in harsh gasps as she tries to compose herself. Her eyes are glazed over and unfocused as she looks up at him, a flush creeping across her cheeks. "I... maybe..." she whispers hoarsely. "It doesn't matter... just... let me rest now." Even as she speaks the words, part of her wishes that they were true, that she could love him. But right now, all she wants is to catch her breath and forget about the whole thing for a while.

Her body trembles beneath him as he resumes his rough thrusting, filling her up completely with his length. She groans and arches her back, nails clawing at the sheets below them as she tries to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her hips lift to meet each powerful stroke, grinding against him in a desperate attempt to get even closer to the edge of sanity.

"Oh God," she cries out, "I can't take any more..." Her words are cut off by another orgasm, this one just as intense as the last but somehow even more consuming. Her muscles clamp down on him relentlessly, her nails digging into his shoulders and leaving deep claw marks behind. He feels her body quake beneath him, the tightness of her passage drawing every last drop from him before he collapses atop her, their bodies intertwined in a stick

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath and regain control of her senses. Her eyes are closed tightly, her cheeks flushed with pleasure and shame alike. He can feel the weight of his body pinning her down, but she doesn't mind. In this moment, she is too exhausted to fight him off or even try to push him away.

Her hands flutter weakly at her sides, not quite sure what to do with themselves as she tries to form words that will end this line of questioning once and for all. "I..." She pauses, taking a shuddering breath before continuing in a soft whisper, "...maybe... someday." The last word is almost too quiet to hear, but she hopes it conveys her uncertainty well enough.

She doesn't love him, not yet at least. But after what they just shared, she knows that