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The Outlander responded by pulling Lana close and kissing her ardently, his hands exploring her body through her grey robes, her hands finding the catches on his armor and loosing them. He leaned down and kissed her neck, below her short blonde hair, and she moaned softly. "I've wanted this," she said. "I want this. Now." The Outlander could feel her unbuckling his belt and pulling it free, his holstered pistols and grenades clanking when they hit the floor, and soon she was unfastening his leg-plates. He kissed her again, reaching down and cupping her firm ass through the supple fabric. Even though they were both burning with lust for each other, passion had to wait for the practical - fucking in armor would be awkward and probably painful, rather than enjoyable. Lana helped him remove his armor as swiftly as possible, though, and before long he was down to his dark grey bodysuit, almost the same color as her robes. Those too hit the floor, and they stood naked in each other's arms, kissing and exploring one another, before sinking to the floor.

The Outlander lay on his back, and Lana straddled him, guiding herself onto him and slowly sinking down, taking his thick shaft inside her wet slit, inch by inch. Each movement elicited a small moan of pleasure, until she had taken his full length into her. She put her hands on his broad, powerful chest, while he caressed her sleek, toned thighs and shapely hips. "You are mine, and I am yours. Now and forever," she said, smiling down at him, her yellow eyes glowing warmly as they only did for him. She began to rock her hips forward and back, riding him with smooth, subtle movements. Her breasts, not large but perfectly teardrop shaped, jiggled as she rode him, the light pink of her hard tips contrasting with the pale cream of her flesh.

Soon she began to move with more urgency, raising her pelvis and crashing it back down against his, their love-making filling the Throne Room with wet slapping sounds, the echoes of their panting, grunting, groaning, moaning. Lana arched her back and her right hand squeezed her own breast hard as she began to tense around him, and he moved both his hands to her ass, grabbing it hard as she rocked vigorously up and down his length. They were both at the ragged edge now, and he strained upward hard to meet her. He felt her strong inner walls clamp down on him and began to pulsate, and as she cried out in pleasure he couldn't last any longer, pouring his thick cum deep into her. Shuddering together with jolts of ecstasy, they collapsed in a sweaty, panting puddle on the Throne Room floor, bodies still joined. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, kissing her tenderly. As they savored the afterglow, deep within Lana, his potent seed found a ready egg, and together they created a new life. Lana could feel the new presence in the ****, and smiled, her head resting on her lover's chest. "Here's to the first of many," she whispered.