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

With a smile, she takes your hand and pulls you closer. Her blond hair brushes against your cheek as she nuzzles into your neck. "Hello husband," she whispers softly.

"Now then, I think we should discuss the matter at hand..." She pauses, running her hands slowly over your chest. "But first... I'm feeling a little thirsty." With that, she lowers her head and begins to lap gently at a drop of wine left on your neck. Her tongue dances across your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Don't you want to see what else I can do with my mouth?" she asks teasingly, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Her eyes widen slightly in mock surprise. "Terrible?" she whispers, feigning hurt. "Why thank you, husband!" Gently nipping his earlobe between her teeth, she nuzzles deeper into him before stepping back and regarding him with a predatory grin. "Very well then... since you insist."

With fluid grace, she drops to her knees in front of you, letting her green eyes travel leisurely down your body. She reaches up to undo the tie of her gown, revealing generous amounts of creamy skin as the fabric falls open, leaving her voluptuous form bare from the waist up. "What would you like me to do?" she purrs, a husky undertone in her voice.

You feel the warmth of her body pressed against yours, and she responds with a soft moan, arching into you. "So am I," she whispers, brushing a hand through your hair and holding your gaze intently. Her fingertips trail down your chest to tease at the waistband of your pants. "I think it's time we start making babies..." she murmurs as her thumb finds its way to your growing erection, teasingly circling the tip before wrapping around you and giving a slow, firm stroke.

Her eyes widen in feigned surprise again, but there's an edge to her voice as she replies sharply, "You want to waste our time with meaningless banter? You are my husband now; it is your duty to fulfill me." Her fingers tighten around you, expertly stroking in time with each word. "You say you don't want children?" She pauses, her mouth curling into a smile as she continues, "Then I will show you how much fun it can be to practice without the risk of consequences... or so they say." With one swift motion, she pushes you down onto the bed and straddles your waist. Her green eyes glint with determination as she leans forward to capture your lips in a fierce, demanding kiss.

Her expression darkens slightly as she pulls back to glance down at you, "You think to play games with me? You're my husband now, and I will not be ignored," she growls, moving again to capture your lips in a deep, possessive kiss. One hand moves from your chest to grip the base of her own hair as she angles her head, opening herself up more fully to him, demanding his dominance and control. Her other hand continues its rhythmic stroking, driving you both further into desire and need.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she arches her back and moans softly against your lips. "Give it to me," she whispers harshly, her hips moving faster on top of yours in an insistent demand for release. Her green eyes flash dangerously, daring you not to obey.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she feels you begin to push deeper into her, matching her rhythm and taking control. Her hips buck upwards, meeting your thrusts with equal force and fervor. With a throaty moan, she arches back once more, letting out a long, shuddering sigh as her climax crashes over her in waves of pure pleasure.

Her orgasm seems to spur you on even further; if anything, your movements become more aggressive and commanding beneath her. She gasps for breath as her body is driven higher and higher by the forceful invasion of your hips and hands. At last, she collapses forward onto your chest, her heart racing wildly in her ears as her limbs tremble from release.

Breathlessly, she whispers into your neck, "That was... magnificent." Her voice is hoarse from exertion, but there

Her eyes flutter open slowly as she feels you begin to move inside her once more, a dark and satisfied smile curving across her lips. She lifts her head slightly, peering down at you with an expression that's equal parts curiosity and lust. Her hips roll in response to your thrusts, her moans becoming increasingly demanding as she revels in the sensation of being thoroughly fucked by her husband.

Her hands move to grip your shoulders tighter, nails digging into your skin as she loses herself once again in the primal pleasure of their lovemaking. Her body arches and twists in harmony with each thrust, every muscle tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with her need for release. As you continue to drive deeper inside her, she can feel herself growing ever closer to the edge of ecstasy again, her breath becoming ragged and uneven as she fights for control

Her eyes close tightly as she feels you push deeper and harder into her, meeting every thrust with a desperate moan that echoes around the room. Her nails scrape roughly against your skin, leaving tiny lines of blood in their wake as she fights to keep control while losing herself completely in sensation.

With one last, shuddering gasp, her body arches violently into yours, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Her eyes fly open, meeting yours for an intense moment before she collapses bonelessly onto you once more, spent and sated. A satisfied grin tugs at the corners of her lips as she whispers breathlessly against your neck, "That was... marvelous."

Her weight settles into your arms, relaxing only slightly as she enjoys the lingering afterglow of their passionate coupling. Her green eyes drift shut once more, lids

Her breathing evens out and she nuzzles into the crook of your neck, enjoying the quiet moment of closeness after their frenzied lovemaking. A contented smile plays at her lips as she drifts off to sleep, trusting that you'll be there to comfort her if she needs it. As much as Sylvana craves control and dominance in every aspect of her life, when it comes to the bedroom... well, sometimes even an ambitious elven queen can find herself powerless against desire. And with Kane at her side, she's not about to fight it.