Aftermath - the Dragon Emperor.

To say the princess was unprepared for her nuptials would be an exaggeration.

Prince Mortimer, the gallant knight with handsome face, athletic build and flawless manners, took great care to make her comfortable. He gave her empty words of praise.

"You are truly an amazing, delicate flower, Liandra. Everything about you is perfect" He murmured more nonsense as he undressed her bridal dress, when the bindings proved too elaborate he took a knife and cut the beautiful laces. Liandra felt sad to see that beauty ruined, but she didn't complain to her husband. She just wore her sorrow in her face.

"Don't be sad, princess. Your smile makes the angels sing. You will no longer be a maiden after tonight, but you will be my wife" His words brought back to her mind the horrible experience when she had been possessed by a shadow demon, and she grew terrified he would be mad when he found out she was no longer a virgin. She was right.

"I never meant to deceive you." His hardening face told her at once how bad this would go through "it happened during our attack on the black dragon´s lair." His fist curled into a tight ball. Liandra fully expected him to hit her. "I was possessed by a shadow demon." She was on the verge of tears, and broke. Repressed emotions came all at once, and she sobbed. And he let her cry.

The righteous Prince Mortimer took his stained princess by the back of her neck, and she gave no resistance as he threw her in bed. "Please, have mercy..."

His cruel eyes stared at her. "Don't lie to me" She squirmed as he shouted. "What happened?"

"This demon... he possessed us one by one. And each we had to knock down. In the end it was just me and Calcifer. And the demon chose me"

"Why didn't this Calcifer knock you out as well?" His words were accusatory and suspicious, as if he didn't trust her.

"I don't know... maybe because he would be next?"

"Maybe because he loved you?" Her guilty silence was the confirmation that he needed. "Continue"

"The demon demanded his service... and he pretended he agreed. But he demanded a price for his service."

"You. You were his price. And a demon´s bargain is sacrosanct" His words were sacrilegious, but he spoke them with the sureness of truth.

"He overpowered her, and the trap we laid stopped him from dominating Calcifer"

"So it was a possibility, he could have just bound you"

Liandra just mumbled how she didn't know.

"Continue"

"I felt the pain. It was the demon he ****, I know in my heart, but it was my body and I shared the wound. Like a deep stab in my guts, with a sawed blade. I felt myself bleed, and I though I would die" Liandra noticed the massive erection Prince Mortimer had as he unbuckled his belt. "Continue, Liandra"

"The plight was so great, a thousand years in hell couldn't be worse" Mortimer pushed her back, and spread her legs. Her ruined dress barely covered her body, her slight tong barely covered her cunt. "Continue" he ordered. "I know it wasn't, because the demon was immensely scared. I felt him try to push Calcifer with all my strength, but..."

"...but you fought him. Helped defeat him. You are a heroine, after all" Were those words of forgiveness?

"He chose destruction. He abandoned my body, and was destroyed." She was fully exposed to him, her ruined attire just added to the eroticism. She could feel her cunt wetness, and so could he. She felt his cock forcing his way inside her, and all her fear and sorrow gave him the same tightness of a maiden. She cried and pleaded for mercy. He thrusted again, stronger this time, and she yelled in pain again. A third time, and he cut her scream with a question "WHY?"

"Why did he chose destruction? What truly happened?" She tried to resist, his thick cock was forcing back all those memories back into her.

"So... much " she mumbled, and he demanded to know what "Beyond all the pain... all the suffering. I could feel"

"betrayal" he accused, and started to pistol faster, stronger inside her pussy

"Yes. I could feel it brewing. But it wasn't me, it was the demon" She lied, and the words sounded hollow

"No, it was you. You surrendered to your female passion, and too wicked even for a demon" And it made sense to the pious couple, even if for no one else. Liandra moaned her confirmation.

"Did you ask him to stop once the demon was gone?" She cried in pleasure, and answered 'no'

"Did he cream your pussy?" but she didn't answer him, she was too close to cumming "FUCK ME!" she thrust back on each move, feeling just how deep and how completely the prince could fill her. His hands let go of her legs, and she wrapped them around his waist, his hands found the perky royal breasts and played with them. She moaned her pleasure, and found all the slurs she had repressed for the last eighteen years.

But Mortimer recognized when the princess was close to cumming, and stopped his trusts when she was almost there. "Answer me? Did he cum in your whorish cunt?"

"N-no..."

"Then what?" he taunted her with his dickhead parting her nether lips. "He... my face. he did it on my face" The erotic image drove the Prince wild, he thrusted inside her pussy a dozen more times, bringing an orgasm to both. The first of many during that night.

Prince Mortimer had no respect for his wife, but she was a good fuck and he needed her fabulous fortune.

The king almost immediately stepped down in Mortimer´s favor, and Luxius entered a period known as the Dragon Years. Preemptive defense became the excuse for several attacks against neighbor kingdoms, Luxius far surpassed its former glory after it defeated the powerful Nocternian Empire.

Queen Liandra became a mere footnote in history. She gave her husband three beautiful daughters, the youngest of them, gwen, was a hot headed warrioress that defied Society and became the finest knight in King Mortimer´s service. Gwen succeeded the Dragon King and turned the collection of conquered territories into a Republic, and her majestic wisdom and courage was celebrated for generations to come.