Build up to the climax

The friction builds into a fevered tempo as the two of you continue your fornication. This is you, who was raised to be a replacement candidate to be the prince and eventually the king, but ending up just following your lust and instinct, and your partner, the nursemaid who is there simply to let her body be used for you to satisfy that need.

No politics, no expectations, just the narrow world of this bed and the woman who has known you since you were small enough to hold, and now holding your child in her unmarried womb.

Irmtraud’s head tosses back against the pillows, her fingers clenching in your hair as she groans your name, her body tightening around you in a ****, pulsing welcome. The wanton heat of her pussy draws the climax out of you, a pressure at the base of your spine that demands release.

"Irmtraud.. " you rasp as the pleasure tires over. With a final, forceful surge, you burrier yourself deep against her against her and cum inside her.

Finally spent, you collapse against her, your heart hammering against her ribs, the scent of sex and sweat thick in the air. As the waves of pleasure recede into a dull, satisfied ache, you remain joined.

She exhales a long, shaky breath, her arms winding around your neck. In the silence of the manor, two of you close your eyes, enjoying the surge if euphoric feeling accompanying the release.

Morning can wait a bit more.