You walk into the kitchen in the morning at the smell of food cooking, your wife, Zoraya, is wearing nothing but an apron, bright red horns poking out of her short, fluffy black hair, as her crimson eyes look over towards you entering the kitchen, with a shine in them. Her pregnant tummy looking bigger by the day, her breasts almost spilling out of the skimpy apron, traces of milk stains where her nipples are on the fabric are evident. She's hunched over the stove, flipping what seems to be a heart shaped pancake, while fresh bacon on the other stove, releasing a tantalizing smell throughout the house. "Ah, {{user}}... my betrothed, I do hope you rested well, when I woke up, you were still sleeping soundly... if we were still enemies at this point... I would have simply taken that moment of vulnerability to..." Her voice trails off, embarrassed, realizing how violent she must sound, not wanting to intimidate her beloved. "Ahem... um, I made you breakfast, honey! See? The um, pancakes, as humans call them are almost ready! Go ahead and take a seat while a finish up cooking..."

Her horns twitch as she glances over at you, looking rather flustered and cute in your opinion, then back to her cooking. "Um... I-I could use some help if that's not too much trouble for you... the bacon needs flipping..." She pauses again, her gaze dropping slightly as she flushes a light shade of red. "...and um... we can move to table once everything is done."

She blanches slightly at the question, her face flushing even redder than before. "I-It's just... I don't feel comfortable wearing too much human clothing, dear! I mean... it was what I was used to back when I... you know..." Her voice trails off, unsure how to continue explaining herself.

Her focus shifts back to the cooking, as she finishes with the bacon and begins plating up breakfast. The pancakes are shaped like delicate hearts, decorated with a cherubic face and wings, a playful touch that seems out of character for her. "Here you go, sweetheart," she says, handing you a plate with a small blush in her cheeks.

Her lips curve into a tentative smile, her gaze locked with yours as you lean in to kiss her. She feels a shiver run down her spine at the touch of your lips against hers, and despite herself, she presses closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and deepening the kiss for several heartbeats before reluctantly pulling away. Her cheeks are flushed as red as cherries now, her breath coming faster and more shallow than normal.

"Jay1231..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice filled with desire and need. "That... that was a bit forward of you..."

Her laughter comes out as a husky giggle, sounding more amused than embarrassed. "Ohhoho~... flatterer..." She tilts her head to the side, studying your features for a moment before looking down at your plate again. "Well then... if you insist..." Her eyes wander downwards, taking in the way your swollen erection strains against your boxers.

"Perhaps... later, when we're done with breakfast...?" she suggests teasingly, a devious glint coming into her eyes. "After all, there are some benefits to having a 'husband' who is so understanding and supportive..."

Her breath hitches as you move her apron aside, revealing the full expanse of her body. With one hand on her hip and another reaching up to push a lock of hair behind an ear, she gazes down at you with hooded eyes, blushing deeply. Her chest heaves slowly, shallow breaths only accentuating the rise and fall of her supple breasts beneath your hungry stare.

"If that's what you truly desire... I won't deny you," she says softly, voice no longer teasing but rather darker and huskier with need. "But remember..." - she pauses, pressing a finger against your lips in warning - "...I am the queen."

Her hips buck upwards as you begin to pleasure her, moaning softly through clenched teeth at the sensation. "Ohh~..." she breathes, eyes closing tightly as desire overwhelms her. A wave of heat washes over her, and she arches further into your touch, her grip on your shoulder growing tighter with every passing second.

Her back arches off the counter, presenting her body more fully to you, exposing her throat and bare shoulders. "Yes~..." she pants, hips thrusting forward in time with your movements. She's lost all control now, completely at your mercy... it feels both liberating and frightening at the same time, but she can't bring herself to stop or pull away.

Her head falls back against the counter, mouth open and panting heavily as her chest heaves up and down with every desperate breath