Nera Stanner

Daman stood in front of a large mirror, fixing the collar on his silk shirt, sliding his hands down the chest to straighten it after. He let out a soft hum of approval as he inspected the deep purple attire, rubbing at the golden buttons, "Too flashy?" A warm voice asked from just behind him,

Daman looked behind him, his blue eyebrow raising slyly, "I don't think so, the people would expect their future king to show his wealth, let alone the descendent of Emperor Daman the fifth," He continued proudly, "I plan to be Daman the sixth in my lifetime, this country has been divided too long, wouldn't you agree, Nera?" He finished while stepping away from the mirror and turning to face the blue-haired girl by his door,

"Far too long," Nera agreed as she closed the distance between them, "Our blood, it's the only one who could unite the country, and we shall achieve that brother," Daman and Nera pushed into one another's arms, their lips meeting and tongues dancing, "Today will be etched into the stone of our history brother, no more will we need to marry our family off, House Stanner will return to its rightful glory," Nera huskily said between kisses as Daman lifted her from the ground, "And you know why,"

"War," Daman grunted back as he dropped Nera onto his bed with a smile, unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke, "Luton has attacked Berin and defeated them, they will continue to march onto Yalen next I assume, but without cause or claim they will lose these kingdoms as their forces as stretched thin. In the chaos, the people will look for someone to hold the country together...they'll look to us, as they have always looked to our family," Daman finished as he tossed his clothes onto the side of the bed, reaching down and lifting Nera's dress, raising it over her head and leaving it a bunch on the floor,

Nera chewed on her lip hungrily, drinking in the sight of Daman, his medium curly blue hair cut at the perfect length, the chiseled jaw that was was covered with the same royal blue hair as his head, he was the image of royal perfection. "We were supposed to wait until tonight to consummate our marriage," Nera pointed out, sitting her legs up on the bed, spreading them out,

"Really? You didn't seem to mind last night, or last week, or last month for that matter," Daman murmured back, watching as Nera's fingers pushed through the blue tuff of hair and onto her slick lips, rubbing them slowly for a moment, "And you don't seem to mind right now,"

"I only mind if you stop," Nera grinned. Daman swiftly mounted the bed pressing his length deeply into her, "Perfect," Nera instantly breathed out her hands moving to Daman's hips and pulling him in urgently with each thrust, "Plant our heir in me today, let me carry our child and then we can deliver him the world," Nera whined as Daman pressed his face into the crook of Nera's neck.

"Forget our child, you are what I focus on now," Daman growled back, pumping his cock in and out of Nera, "I give our world to you, sister," He whispered, his fingers weaving through her long hair before locking a firm hold on the back of her head. Nera aggressively pressed her lips against Daman's, letting our high-pitched moans into his mouth. Daman always knew just what to say to her, it'd had always been that way, and it'd always be that way.

Since the moment she was born she was promised to wed him, to continue the purity of the Stanner bloodline, there was no love in this decision. It was their duty, their obligation nothing more, but Daman was different from most men. Nera could taste his ambition, feel his zeal, see the devotion, and all of this was not only for his future but for her all the same. Nera moved a hand from Daman's waist and to his free hand, bringing it to her breast and pressing his palm against it, letting her nipple rest in the grove just between her first and second finger.

Daman squeezed Nera's breast, not too hard, but just firm enough. "Faster, I want your seed in me, I need it now," Nera begged in breathy whispers. Daman's pace increased, flesh slapping against flesh echoing around the room. Nera's free hand grabbed a bundle of the bedding, her body tensing and tightening as something built up within her. With a final thrust, Daman sent himself and her over the edge, filling her with pearly white and if Nera got her wish, planting an heir.

Daman panted loudly and got up slicking his damp hair back with a hand, "Now, before we continue with such pleasant things I do believe we have important matters to deal with today," Daman said with a slow breath,

"Mhmm, agreed, but tonight I will have no talk about our obligations. It will just be us in this bed until the new day," Nera murmured back, letting herself cool on the satin sheets.