Kara drags you out of the dining room.

Having seized you and practically carried you out of the room in a Jitterleaf-fueled frenzy, the Beathan princess forces you up against the wall, planting a rough and hungry kiss on your lips.

"I need you right now, Edward." Kara says breathily, your lips parting. "I need to fuck you. Damned if I'm gonnae let that mad cow get off on watching it, but I need you."

"I feel the same way." You respond.

Unable to decide which of your quarters is nearer, the two of you rush down the palace's empty corridors, Kara slightly ahead, eyes scanning for a suitably private place to begin.

After long frantic minutes of searching, the two of you alight on a more impromptu venue, the bottom steps of a nearby spiral stair. Kara is on her back in seconds, thrashing free of her ladylike gown.

Standing above the princess, you stay a good few seconds, just taking the sight of her in. Her pale skin and fiery hair make you throb, lit as they are by only the light of a few guttering candles.

"Show me how much you want me, Edward." Kara pleads, biting her lip, spreading her legs.

Freeing your hard prick from it's cloth confines, you oblige the Beathan. Wrapping your good hand around your length, you jerk it playfully, showing just how consumed you are by your desire.

Kara responds in kind, licking her index and middle fingers and bringing them down to her cunt, teasing herself, and putting on a show for you.

It only adds to the burning need you have for her. With a little difficulty, you lower yourself down on the northern woman, your erect cock finding her petals.

"Spirits!" Kara cries as you enter her. "I've missed this."

As had you. You had bedded dozens of women since your night with Kara all those months ago, but she had certainly lingered in your memory.

As you build up a steady pace inside her, Kara's gasps of anticipatory pleasure soon turn to full-throated moans of delight.

The Beathan wraps her legs around your waist, gripping you tightly, leveraging her strength and fitness against you, only increasing the satisfaction the both of you receive.

You lean forward, hungrily kissing the flame-haired warrior. Her hands are at your side, your face, your hair, caressing you.

"Spirits, Edward! Don't stop, never stop!" Kara pleads, rocking her hips against yours with a total lack of abandon. "I want you to cum in me again, fookin' breed me, aye?"

Even in the best of times, you imagined you wouldn't have the sheer **** of will to stop fucking Kara. With Madeleine's concoction pounding through your bloodstream, it was a virtual impossibility.

"Go on! More, more!" You kiss her neck, Kara's cries for your cock sounding right in your ear as you bring her to climax.

The two of you are lost to each other, rutting like insensitive beasts, like a succubus and incubus united in unholy congress. Fortunately, the spiral stair isn't used in the long minutes the two of you lay there.

Having lasted a respectable length of time, and having brought Kara to orgasm, your body eventually succumbs to the persistent delight of hers.

This time, you make no effort to pull out of her before you finish, and Kara offers no words of protest. Your spurt your seed into the princess. It may not happen tonight, but you will see her bearing your sons, you promise yourself.

"Oh, Edward..." Kara gasps. "You were... Spirits!"

Kara's still hot to the touch, her pupils somewhat dilated, her breathing quickened. You feel the same effects, though your earlier orgasm has lessened them. Despite a long day of travel, diplomacy and introductions, as well as shagging Kara, you feel energetic enough to fight in a tourney against a whole host of Deanian berserkers.

"Madeleine is only a pretext for my visit." You admit. "I have no desire to marry her. You, on the other hand..."

"You're a loony bastard, Edward." Kara teases, pragmatic as ever. "I'd marry the madwoman myself if I could. You'd stand to inherit more wealth than's buried in every king's tomb in Dean!"

"P-perhaps." You state. "But Madeleine wouldn't be half the Queen you would, Kara."

"That, I'll give you." Kara admits. "I'll consider your offer, Edward. Right now, though, Beatha, Donald, they'll both need me. I can't be in the south wearing some tiara."

"I've heard war between Beatha and Dean is imminent." You tell the redhead, sitting up, back slumped against the stair's stone wall. "I've... given Donald my word that he'll have my aid."

"That's it, then." Kara promises, brushing her hair back, straightening her outfit up. "I'll marry you when the threat those vicious raiders pose to my people has been subdued."