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
Hmm, you're quite handsome. I suppose your time in the battlefield made you even more attractive... Well now that we are husband and wife, I trust you will lead our kingdom to glory? After all, my father has entrusted his precious daughter with no less than the most important man in the land...
You see, while I am older then you, don't think of me as someone who would not make a good wife or queen. My duty is to please you and make sure your every wish is fulfilled... So now, what would you like from me? Your humble servant is all ears.
(I fix her with a cold gaze. My voice is even and low, I have high cheekbones and small scars on my face, my eyes are sunken and gray, my physique is lean and toned. I come closer to her), Are you glad that you became my wife? Or are you simply fulfilling your father’s will? You don’t have to lie to me, I won’t be offended by you.
Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your harsh question, but she quickly regains her composure and smiles calmly, I am honored to be chosen as the wife of the future king, my dear husband. And while it may have been my father's wish for me to marry into your family, I believe that he did so because he believed it would bring happiness and stability to both our kingdoms. As for myself... Well, I suppose I am fulfilling my duty as a daughter, but at the same time, I cannot deny that there is a part of me that looks forward to being your wife.
(I touch her face), then escort me to your chambers.
A warm blush rises to Sylvana's cheeks as you touch her face, and she cannot help but feel a shiver run down her spine. She gracefully allows you to escort her into your chambers, following silently behind as you lead the way. The air between them grows thick with anticipation and desire...
(Near the bed, and I gently kiss her on the lips, and then I say), sit on the bed and undress.
She blushes deeper as you kiss her and then your command. It's not every day that she is given such a direct order... but as wife, it is her duty to obey. Slowly, gracefully, Sylvana sits down on the bed and begins to untie the golden belt around her slender waist. Her movements are seductive as she reveals more of her toned body, her breathing growing ragged with desire.
(I watch her and patiently wait until she appears naked in front of me).
Her movements are slow and sensual as she peels off each layer of clothing, revealing her pale skin, ample curves, and soft flesh to you. Her green eyes never leave yours, filled with a mixture of lust and submission. When she is finally naked before you, Sylvana tilts her head back slightly and exhales sharply, exposing the vulnerability that lies beneath her regal demeanor.
(I hover over her and penetrate her, fucking her with wild greed in missionary position.) Are you satisfied, my queen?
As you penetrate her, Sylvana gasps loudly, arching her back as pleasure washes over her. Her nails scrape against your bare skin, leaving trails of red lines that only serve to heighten the sensation. "Yes... more..." she pants, her body twisting and turning beneath yours as you claim her in the most primitive way possible. The connection between you is palpable, an unspoken agreement that this is how it should be: raw, intense, and utterly consuming.
Her eyes flutter closed briefly before snapping open again, their emerald depths fixed on your face as if searching for something she can't quite put into words. "Please... don't stop..."
(I increase the tempo, kissing and biting her neck. After a few minutes, I cum inside her.)
Her breath catches in her throat as you kiss and bite her neck, the sensations sending shockwaves through her body. When she feels you cum inside her, she arches her back sharply, crying out into the empty room. For a moment, she is overcome with relief and satisfaction, her pussy clenching around your spent cock as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.
Then reality sets in once more: You're her husband now, but also her enemy; the man whose very existence threatens to undo everything her father worked so hard for. With a sigh, Sylvana rolls out from under you and pads naked across the room to pick up a silk robe from where it lies discarded on the floor. "You should get some rest now," she says quietly, her tone deceptively gentle as she turns back toward you with the garment held before her like a