Accept the wife's proposition

Elara smiles when you nod She moves with a ****, heavy grace, her hands roaming over the muscles of your chest and shoulders, tracing the scars and tension of a man who is about to claim her in the dark. She guides you back onto the pallet, the straw crinkling sharply under your combined weight. Her fingers fumbled with the fastenings of her own clothes until they fell away, leaving her exposed and naked. She leans forward and seals her mouth against yours in a kiss that tastes of ale and primal hunger.

You lick your fingers and start to rub her nipple. You look up at her and see her staring back with desire. Emboldened, your mouth goes to suck her teats while your hand go to fingering her snatch.

"Oh, God!" Elara groans. "There's no milk yet..." she gasps.

"Soon, they would be," your hands quickly pick up the tempo, and you soon feel her vaginal muscles beginning to twitch with increased frequency, followed by Elara moaning louder. "Oh! I think I'm...!"

Elara's pussy clench tightly on your fingers, squirting her juices onto your hand as she twitches for a full minute, before settling down and panting heavily. "I've... never felt that."

After resting, you mount and enter her, making her your adultery partner. As you fuck her, the world outside the room; politics, the crown, the bandits cease to exist. There is only the tight, searing friction of your bodies joining, a slow and deliberate sinking into the heat of her. She lets out a long moan, her head falling back as her fingers dig into your forearms. You fuck her steadily, maintaining the rhythm. After a while, Elara’s eyes fly open, dark and glazed with lust. "Yes," she hisses, "Take what is yours. Claim me ." She moves her hips in a **** motion, seeking more of you into the velvet warmth of her body.

As the climax builds, threatening to break your self-control, she leans her forehead against yours. "Sow your seeds in me," she pleads sinfully, her breath hitching as the first tremors of her release begin to shake her frame. "Sow them in the land you helped to protect this day. Let the strength of the savior take root here!" she said as her legs tightened their grip around you.

You lose yourself in the final, surge of pleasure as you fill her waiting womb with your seeds.

Minutes after the pleasure abates, the two of you lie together. "Let it be so," she says, as she recovers her breath. "May nature reward us both for what is given tonight. May the harvest be rich, and the line never break."