Absolutely!

“I would love nothing more,” Fate said, smiling in a way that made Aria’s heart swell with joy. This was it, the moment all of her dreams could finally come true. When she first arrived here by carriage just hours ago, she had resigned herself to her fate, believing that the one who would deflower her would be an evil tyrant who was likely to just cast her aside afterward, another trophy. And while a part of her desperately wanted that to happen, a much bigger and much louder part of her had always wanted her beloved Fate instead.

And now here she was, alone with Sir Fate Darkbane, the one knight she had loved at first sight. It was a simple thing that made her fall for him. It was not his looks, as there were many princes who were admittedly on par or better. It was not his prestige as he had no noble lineage to speak of. It was not his wealth, as he had none before he became knighted in service to her father. It was none of these things, or really anything that a princess ought to find appealing in a potential suitor.

It was because he was the first person in her entire life to treat the princess like she was a person. All the servants treated her like delicate glass that could shatter at the slightest breeze. All the knights treated her like some sort of prize to be won as part of earning favor from the king. All the nobles barely looked at her because she was the youngest daughter, and therefore the least valuable for their heirs. Even her own father treated her as a commodity to be bartered with to attain peace with a tyrant.

But when she met Fate in the castle gardens that day so many years ago, he spoke with her. He actually spoke with her. He asked her about her day, he asked her what her favorite flower in the garden was. Then he talked about his knight’s training, about the Dark King, and he even revealed his fears about the future to her. Aria had never been treated like that before. Many in the court would—and did—consider such casualness to be entirely improper. But it was exactly the sort of thing that Aria desired most: to be humanized.

So, there was no better person, in her eyes, to do the deed and become one with. The masochist within her desired an abuser, but the woman in her desired Fate.

She threw her arms around her beloved and kissed him deeply. She could feel the passion he had for her in that kiss, and she would never forget how her heart swelled to know that he would love her no matter what. She loved that he hesitated in this moment, she could tell that he wanted to touch her thanks to his brief glances and hovering hand over her curves. But it was perhaps his knightly honor that made him hesitate.

“I’m yours,” she reminded him gently between kisses, and then brought one of his new strange pitch-black hands to her breast. She knew that he would feel how hard her heart was hammering away in her chest, and she wanted him to, so she pressed his large hand even harder against her softness. At the same time, she brought one of her own delicate and petite hands to the strange glowing orb buried in the center of his chest. Its dull white glow was mesmerizing, and she felt a comforting warmth immediately upon her fingertips as they connected to it. She looked up at him, just to make sure this didn’t hurt him. He was fixated on the orbs at her own chest, and if her touch caused discomfort, it did not show on his face.

It didn’t take long for the situation to heat up from here, though to Aria it was no more than a wonderful blur of activity. At some point her sheer nightie was tossed aside, and his clothes were likewise discarded onto the floor of the chambers. She could see his girthy erect penis and was enamored with it all over again. A part of her wanted to just bring it into her mouth and suckle it again, but she also wanted this moment to be special, and she could see that Fate wanted it too.

To that end, he saw her love swallow nervously as he hovered his rod over her virgin flower which was wet and quivering with anticipation. She smiled to him, letting him know it was okay. He nodded, then eased himself into her. She felt such incredible pain, pain so intense even she didn’t like it at first, but when she looked up into the eyes of the man who was entering her, the eyes of the man she loved, she grew to love this pain more than any other.

Still, she groaned and bit her lip from the sharpness of it, and Fate looked upon her with eyes of concern, “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m okay, please, do as you wish,” she replied.

And he did, but he was not rough, he was slow and gentle. In the midst of his small but not insignificant thrusts inside her he leaned down and would kiss her on the lips, then on her neck and collar. He even lifted one of her nipples to his mouth and suckled on that. She realized he was trying to mask the pain with pleasant feelings, trying to cushion the experience.

Eventually, the pain began to dull to the point that Aria could easily ignore it, and she did. Instead, she focused on the feeling of his burning hot pole filling her and spreading its heat through her entire body. She felt whole with his rigid cock inside her, and knowing it was stiff, and knowing she was the reason why made it all the more incredible.

“How does it feel?” Aria asked, hoping she was pleasing him.

“It’s amazing, I love you,” he replied, and the princess realized she could have hoped for no better a response to her question.

“You can go faster,” Aria said, “and harder, please.” She felt ashamed of the **** tone with which she leveed this final word upon him, but it was what her heart desired and she could not deny it.

A worried expression crossed Fate’s face, but then he nodded with determination and began to buck his hips harder. The dull pain of her lost virginity was back with a vengeance in this new pace, but now the pain was actually adding to the experience for the masochistic princess, and she couldn’t help but moan with delight as the wonderful feeling of being filled mixed with the sharpness of the pain.

“You’re so tight, it feels so good,” Fate said, distantly, “I don’t know how much longer I will last, Your Highness.”

“It’s okay,” she breathed, but she wanted to climax with him, and knew this wouldn’t be enough. She wanted so desperately for this act to be as normal as possible for his sake but couldn’t help to indulge her darker pleasures in the heat of the moment, “**** me,” she said at last.

He looked at her wide-eyed, “What?”

“I want you to **** me,” Aria said between moans, and even included a hint of her commanding noble voice just for emphasis, “Do it, please.”

Fate hesitated, a moment that further cemented Aria’s love for the man, but then eventually brought his hand to her neck. He pressed down, gently. It felt amazing, but she could see in his expression that he was close to his limit, and she wasn’t quite there yet.

“Harder,” she demanded, wispily.

He blinked and hesitated again but pressed down harder. It was perfect, she felt her lungs burn for air and her face began to feel a bit like molten glass. More than anything, she felt her loins tighten and practically cry out with pleasure. Her toes curled up and her hips hugged Fate’s trunk tightly. It was happening, her love was strangling her. The perfect blending of love, pleasure, pain, light, and shadow in this one wonderful moment.

That was when she climaxed, and though she could not moan thanks to the strong hand wrapped around her neck, she could feel her insides fill up with his seed. They climaxed together, just as she wanted. As soon as she began to see stars in her vision, she tapped at his arm, and he thankfully took the hint and released her.

She gasped for hair, and the sudden release and rush of the feeling sent another surging wave of pleasure through her body that made her orgasm yet again, she could feel her pussy twitching and squeezing his hard length intermittently and felt his seed ooze out of her.

“Fate!” she moaned hoarsely but smiled at him as her orgasm subsided, “I love you!”

He was panting but smiling back, “I love you too.” He then collapsed down into the bed next to her, both were covered in a thin layer of sweat and were breathing heavily.

Aria couldn’t help but giggle a bit madly through a sore throat and neck. They had become one, they had become whole. Aria was happier than she had ever been in her life.