Beatrice welcomes you

The moment she sees your silhouette, Beatrice moves across the plush rug, her bare feet making no sound. Her white silk nightgown is already unfastened at the collar, slipping off her shoulders with every hurried step she takes toward you.

​"You came," she breathes, her hands reaching out to grab the rough wool of your traveling cloak. "I sat by the window for hours listening for the sound of hooves. I thought perhaps the morning was a dream, or that your father had called you back to the palace."

​"I told you I would come again, Beatrice," you say, undoing the iron clasp of your cloak and letting the heavy fabric drop to the floor. A single thought occurs to you how that statement has another meaning, one which is more fitting but less romantic, but you keep it to yourself. You look down at her and speak in a deep voice. "A prince does not break a promise to a lady who keeps her doors unlocked."

​She lets out a sharp, breathy laugh, her head tilting back as you wrap your arms around her waist and pull her flush against your chest. "Unlocked for you. Only for you."

​The tryst progresses with a frantic, hungry momentum. The two of you craves the pleasure of the flesh and want it there and then.

Maybe the two of you can make love later but for now the two of you want to fuck.

You lift her and carry her to the massive four-poster bed and strip off all the garments on her and your body.

You grip her hips, lifting her slightly off her feet. She lets out a sharp, gasping laugh against your mouth, her legs instinctively parting to wrap around your thigh.

"Fuck me," she whispers against your lips, her breath hitching. "Do not be gentle tonight, Prince. Fill me until I cannot think of anything but you."

When you thrust your cock into her, her warm and wet pussy welcomes your intrusion as she moans loudly. As you fuck her, Beatrice meets every forceful thrust with an active, desperate rising of her own hips.

The rhythm becomes fevered, the friction building rapidly in the warm air of the chamber. You hold her thighs against your ribs, driving harder, feeling the clenching muscles of her womb pulsing around your shaft. She is already nearing her peak, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

"Yes! Right there! Do not stop!" she cries out, her voice cracking with the sheer intensity of the sensation. "Get me pregnant!"

The pressure becomes too great to contain. With three more powerful, relentless surges, you go over the edge. You bury yourself completely against her pelvic bone, your body shaking as you release a thick, hot torrent of seed deep into her core. Beatrice gasps, her entire body seizing in a massive, rhythmic climax that clamps down on you like a vice, drawing every last drop from you.