Give her a royal welcome.

You take a firm hold of her ass while her legs wrap around to your lower back. Her hands clutch your face, and the two of you linger a warm and passionate kiss while standing near the doorway. She giggles quietly, and you keep her safe in your arms more like a princess than a queen, though when you stare into her eyes, and your lips finally pull away from one another, there's no questioning her sovereignty. She carries with her a special kind of beauty and grace, enhanced further than it once was after all that's transpired. Your erection squeezes between her legs, and her body knows, as evident by the squirming of her groin against you, and one hand eventually gliding down your chest, and quickly to the head of your dick.

Next you lead her town into a rather large pile of pillows and blankets, where you push down into her with heated kisses down her tender neck. Your hands caress her smooth, slender body, while she snakes her legs between yours, and the two envelope one another in an unbreakable embrace.

Soon you find her mounted on top.

You strike at the clasp of her bra with true precision, removing the garment from her supple body. As her bare breasts become exposed, you caress your hand up and over them before pressing your lips against the warm skin of her upper bust. She giggles quietly as you tickle her neck with a trail of kisses.

By the movement of her hips, she isn't long for foreplay. Her body is craving something more. She takes hold of her panties, and with an easy movement of her leg, she slips them down and off, allowing them to tangle by the tips of her toes for a moment as she looks you deeply in the eyes. They fall to the ground behind her, and with a nearly feral pounce, she takes you cowgirl with your dick already plunging deep between her legs. She wraps her thighs around you firmly, and with sensual, rhythmic gyrations, she takes you inside and out of her hot, quivering body. A bead of sweat rolls down her forehead, and while she may be the one on top, it's her who's losing her composure. She pants and moans quietly beneath her breaths, biting her lip as she eyes you up and down, all while continuing to bounce.

You hold her gently, feeling up and down the queen's smooth skin, and your body moves along to match the beat of her hips. You enjoy the song of her moaning, and even without all her jewellery, you can tell with ease that she's no ordinary woman. On top of you is the queen of Tivera. Once again the two of you make love, though this isn't quite like any time before. She's stronger now, in a different way--not in a manner you can describe with words, especially in this moment where your thoughts fail you. Despite having came more than once already, you're immediately lost in the passion as if it were your first. While there was a time an incubus king ruled in this very throne room, now it's all yours, but in a sense, part of that hasn't changed. One could easily mistake you for a demon in times like this.

With a firm grasp of her shoulders, you lean her back, and she allows every movement you make. Spreading her legs wider, you pound her back against a large pile of pillows, and as you do, you watch as her eyes roll back, and she completely loses herself in the ecstasy. You slide a hand up and then back down her stomach, before tenderly striking at the sensitive button up the slit of her pussy. Your body--not just your fingers, but your hips and the rest--move with skill learned only by trial through fire. It's near impossible Catherine has ever or will ever have a partner as talented as you are, in subtle ways that would be difficult to describe. All she knows is that it feels outstanding, and if she had it her way, it would never stop. You'd serve at her side as a consort tending to her every desire whenever it was needed, though she also knows you're far beyond that. You're even greater.

First you were an adventurer, and then you were an outlaw. People called you Demon King. Now you don't know what others think of you outside of Castle Phoenix, but your sovereignty can't be questioned given all that transpired. By her own desire, she's likely considered the opposite--to remain here, and tend to your desires instead. But she has extremely important work to do, and Tivera is her child. She would never abandon it.

You're impressed by her flexibility. With her legs spread, they tilt back and nearly to her head.

"Mmm... Ah... Ah, aah~! Y-Yes--" she barely gasps out. "Yes, yes~!" she begs for more.

As things continue, she cums, and not just once. You make certain of this. You continue through a few different positions, making her climax for the good of the Empire, or something like that. Soon you slow down, eventually dismounting from her, though not yet cumming again. Contrary to what some may think of you, the night is young, and there are many present.

"Perhaps I should grant you a few more titles," the queen whispers, stroking her fingers down your shoulder from the side. "Knighthood isn't enough."

"And what might those be?" you ask.

"Mmm. I don't know. Maybe, Lord of Love. Intimate Consort to the Queen. Ah... Master of His Tool."

"We can workshop those."

You look around. Yes, you may be still pushing through despite the day and evening, but you are slowly feeling the exhaustion creeping in. What fills you with energy is your connection to all those who fill the room. It's contagious. They're all so happy--some flustered, some bold, but all filled with joy to be here. What's next is unknown, but for now, you take great comfort in knowing that in this very moment, things are nearly perfect.