Night of your Nuptials with Rubia

During the course of your quest, you'd fantasized about lying on the princess's satin sheets and rolling across the bed's curiously huge surface with Rubia cradled tightly in your arms. Besides the erotic factor that it was her own slept-in bed, carrying her familiar, perfumed scent, it also just looked really comfortable.

Back in reality, you awoke to find yourself in your plain bed at the inn. The princess's bedchamber would have to remain the stuff of fantasies for now, because rather than awaiting you here, she'd made the journey downtown. You were shocked to see Rubia standing before you, pulling a dark cloak from her golden hair and tossing her tresses aesthetically over her shoulders. Black wasn't her usual color, but she wore it just as well as silver, and it was much better for avoiding the gossipers until you and she officially tied the knot.

"Max... You don't know how happy I am to see you alive and unharmed."

Unharmed wasn't quite right. If you were to remove your tunic, she'd see a lot of troll and golem inflicted bruises scattered across your body. Your pride had been harmed a time or too as well. Still, you sucked it up for the sake of being a stalwart hero and told the princess that she'd been your beacon and your shield alike, protecting you from the dangers of the trial.

Her face took on a light pink blush as she cast her eyes downward bashfully. She wrung one hand over the other and shifted from foot to foot, a maiden in love. "Ah, of course. And you have occupied my nightly thoughts as well. I have been preparing myself to... receive you, Max. Do you have the Royal Sheath?"

... That was actually a good question. Did you?

You turned to find that, blessedly, the druids had left it on the stand by your bed, tastefully enclosed in a discrete leather wrapping. Curious how the craftsmanship had turned out and if you could still smell that foul blood in the result, you grabbed it up and turned your back to the princess, carefully unwrapping it.

It looked like a set of condoms alright. Kind of underwhelming after all of that, but you were just glad to see that it had actually turned into condoms by way of druidic magic somehow. You wasted no time in pulling out your cock and fitting one of them on.

While you did, Rubia averted her eyes, then took a spot slowly upon the bed. It barely creaked or indented as her feather-light, graceful form rested upon it. There was still a bit of hesitance there, as well. She was excited and in love, yes, but she was still a frail elven mage, about to be taken by her companion, one of the strongest human fighters in the realm. Rubia's beauty was the kind that caused a man to fantasize about her from the moment he met her... and you'd pictured how this moment would go for years. This condom hadn't been part of it, but if it must be, so be it.

You kissed her tenderly and was happy when she reciprocated without flinching. She'd steeled herself for the unfamiliar experience during the time you'd been away and whatever hesitance was there quickly melted to rekindled infatuation, reminding her of the first time she'd noticed that you were such a heroic sort in battle. Now, she was your conquest; you lay her down upon the bed and eagerly unwrapped her porcelain skin. The black clandestine cloak came first, then the black leathers she wore underneath.

Her lingerie was enticing, still a bit chaste, with embroidery resembling the favored woods of the elvish people. Her frame was slender, but with curvaceous hips and a chest that seemed perfectly suited to fill each of your hands. How many times had you thought about what it would be like to do just that? When you removed your gloves and pressed a hand there, squeezing her soft flesh, she sighed softly with satisfaction, feeling your palm playing with the texture beneath her brassiere. It was clear she was ready for more.

Within moments, the two of you were fully disrobed, all except for the ancestral jeweled bangles you'd never seen her remove and the condom she'd asked you to craft. The moment of truth was here. Her untested slit was waiting for the gentle entry of her favored knight.

You lined yourself up, shadowing her feminine body with your muscular, battle-hardened frame. For once, you reigned in your warrior's senses, treating her as delicately as possible. You parted her legs with your calloused hands, then slowly eased your way inside.

TEXTURE:

{if game:condomtexture = "Silky"}The spider silk made for a surprisingly pleasant covering, you thought. It certainly hadn't seemed that way when they were shooting their webs all over you, but now, you found the material's softness somewhat cozy around your head. Gracelessly, you were forced to compare it to your favorite sock growing up. Rubia seemed to enjoy it as well; the feeling of entry was gentle, as smooth as a silken glove.

"You went out of your way to make it comfortable for me, didn't you? You're always so thoughtful. I love that about you..." She pressed her lips to yours in another kiss while you wrapped her shoulders in your arms, holding her closer.

The intimacy and warmth of the situation was enough to allow you to forget that a voyeuristic witch somewhere was watching this part.

{elseif game:condomtexture = "Ribbed"}Her eyes opened in surprise, then rolled up slightly as she felt the unfamiliar situation of the ribbed condom tickling her interior walls upon entry. It shocked her all the way in, as each of the little bumps massaged her virgin pussy. "O-Oh my! Was this really in the recipe? It feels so... so obscene! I-I cannot imagine my mother partaking of something like this!" she cried, pressing one finger between her lips and biting to stifle a moan.

You tried hard not to think too much about the princess's mother. Thanks to the long-lasting beauty of the elvish race, she was every bit as attractive as her daughter was, but it probably wasn't right to think about her right now. To distract yourself, you asked Rubia if the sensation was unpleasant.

"No! Quite the opposite. It's addictive~" Her eyes seemed to become more dreamy and dazed with each trust of your cock, renewing the feeling of the ribbed surface rubbing within her.

You remembered what the jester had warned you about... if she liked the texture too much, it might be hard to move on to sex without the condom. Whatever. You didn't owe all her sexual satisfaction to some condom...

{else}The rubber texture allowed you to smoothly push in and out of the princess's virgin pussy. While other people elsewhere in another world might find a rubber condom pretty routine, it was actually quite a novel experience for a knight and princess of the realm. You no longer regretted your choice not to pick up anything that would add to the "Texture" tag during the course of your quest, because this was still pretty interesting, by your fantasy world standards.

"Oh... the Royal Sheath is every bit as majestic as a crown or a scepter, isn't it? A sign of your worthiness as a king!"

Quite a lot of praise for an ordinary rubber condom.{endif}

Rubia's face heated under your kiss and her body under your touch, as you explored the untouched curves of an elven princess. Your hands lingered at her breasts, with their light pink nipples, and you put your mouth to one excitedly. This time, she failed to stifle a gasp of delight. She was enjoying every minute of crossing the lines between friend and lover. Even through victories alongside you and her triumphant return to greet her people in glory, she had never known such ecstasy.

As for you...

THICKNESS:

{if game:condomthickness <= 40}You found your own face contorting in undignified pleasure as well. There was nothing for it. The condom was so damn thin, it was like it was barely there! You might as well be entering her royal highness raw. Something about royal elf pussy hit different, that was for sure, and you found yourself thankful that you'd taken extra care not to bulk up the condom. Going at this pussy with a thick condom would be like overcooking an A-grade steak.

In fact, it was... perhaps a bit too thin. You felt the condom tearing pretty quickly into your intercourse.

"Is everything alright? You look perturbed."

You laughed off the princess's concern and brought the mood back up by renewing the energy of your thrust inside of her, causing the worry to vanish from her face and yours, replaced by ecstasy. The issues that went along with broken condoms could be tomorrow's Max's problem to deal with...

{elseif game:condomthickness > 70}Something had gone wrong somewhere. Was it the troll blood? Yes, certainly. Those damn trolls. Mixing in their blood had made the condom so thick that it was really robbing you of what ought to be the ultimate sensation of pounding tight, wet royal elven pussy. It was as though the trolls were laughing at you from beyond their graves. You wondered if that cave had been labeled in such a dire way, with the blood mark and everything, by some royal absolutely determined to make sure her future daughter wasn't knocked up on her first date.

"Is everything alright? I thought you would be more... exuberant. It seemed as though you really wanted this..."

She was right! You had wanted this. What, you survived trolls and golems just to lose out to a condom? You used your amazing, battle-honed, heightened senses to sub in for the pleasure you weren't fairly receiving at the moment. Imagine the feeling of the princess's pussy... the softness... the hotness... Yes. It was as though you weren't wearing a condom now. You could feel it so vividly.

"... Is it normal for a human to put on such a strained expression during sex?"

{else}You felt as though you'd gotten the condom's thickness just right. If there was such a thing as factory standard in this world, you would have just achieved it. Not so thick that it cuts off the sensation for the guy wearing it, but not so thin that it risks breaking and causing a royal scandal. In short, you, the protector, were perfectly protected.

The princess smiled bashfully. "Is it good for you too, my love? You have a very... satisfied expression."

You returned her smile, hiding the fact that what you were most satisfied with was how damn good you were at questing. You really were kind of the greatest at quests, between saving the kingdom and crafting the perfect Royal Sheath. Perhaps such satisfaction in a job well done was key to the success of a knight?

At any rate, you were getting distracted. There was something else waiting to be well done cradled right there in your arms, begging you to come hither.{endif}

Your bodies continued in motion, with the princess, a novice in all things sexual, now picking up your same rhythm. Instead of laying there and letting you do all the work, she lifted her legs to wrap them and squeezed shut her blue eyes, an unconscious reaction to the intensity of the deep kiss the two of you were sharing. Years of adventure had led to this point. You swelled inside of her, with nothing but the Royal Sheath now protecting her from taking the precum now leaking out.

"Please, don't suffer! Release, Max! Relieve yourself of the long burdens you've endured and all of the longing you've felt! I'm doing the same, pray, believe me! I did so every night since you left, and I'm doing so now!"

You released, to your great satisfaction. The elven princess was not quite ready to receive your seed, but the Royal Sheath did so in her place.

The princess might have come to climax a few moments earlier. Seeing the smile upon Rubia's face and the way her ordinarily prim and straight golden hair was spread messy all about her, with a single noteworthy strand falling messily to her curled lips and settling there in an erotic way, you felt proud of your work. You'd really brought her out of her shell.

However, the night was only beginning.

YIELD:

{if game:condomyield <= 2}... Or so you thought. When you went to grab the parcel of condoms, you were surprised and annoyed to find you only had one more in there.

Instead of telling her, you simply set it on yourself, then went back to work. You resolved to last longer this time for round two, so that you could really milk the most out of this experience.

... It didn't really work. You loved Rubia too much and her disheveled state, craving your cock, was too new, too sexy! Before you could stop yourself, you'd filled another balloon-- your last one.

When you rolled off Rubia, glaring at the ceiling and cursing the druids who'd somehow only managed to produce two condoms after all the work you put in, she sighed with happiness. "You've truly taught me the pleasures of the human's culture... I can't imagine a more wonderful first night."

You could. It involved a couple more shots at the princess. The sound of the jester's laughter from the crystal tower rang in your ears as your lover began to drift off to sleep.

{elseif game:condomyield > 4}At the princess's behest, you made your way through the parcel and tried all the positions you teased you would. You put her down on her belly and showed her the Poison Manticore, plowing down into her hips while hoisting her hindquarters up. You showed her the Dragon Rider, letting her straddle on top for her third go. You invented something called the Gargoyle's Perch, lifting her light body up in your arms to fuck her from underneath. It was a magical experience, turning the quiet and well-mannered Rubia into a wailing banshee that shouted her desire for more, more, more loudly enough to wake your inn-neighbors.

When you'd finished with a fourth round, you began to sense a miscalculation. Your head hurt and your eyes were bleary. Your cock was just about spent. Your injuries from the road were beginning to throb.

"Oh, I love human sex! Let's go again, Max! Show me the Giant's Slingshot!"

You were surprised to find that the princess's hunger for sexual exploits was as ravenous as the appetite for flesh that you'd seen demonstrated from any monster on your adventures thus far. You told yourself that it might be welcome if you were operating at full power, but five times in a row as a bit much in your weakened state. You begged the princess to give you a rest.

Rubia pouted. "It's not easy sneaking out of the castle. Come on... let's keep going."

To your amazement, you actually continued past the number of condoms remaining in the parcel. The druids had made too many! When you make that many condoms, it implies you need to use that many! This was too much, too much!

You fell asleep, wondering if perhaps the witch or the goblins were cursing you for your misbehavior by possessing the elven princess to wring every ounce of semen from your balls.

{else}

Having made three or four condoms, you were well equipped for as many rounds as could feasibly make sense for your stamina. You told yourself that if you'd been beaten up by slightly fewer golems, you could maybe make five-- but three or four rounds with the elven princess was still the stuff of legends.

"M-My! You made so many," she gasped in surprise as you finished off your second round inside of her and began her third. "Here... allow me to put it on you."

Your shoulders and back stiffened along with your cock, which quickly began to find its firmness once again as the princess's slender fingers traced its circumference, easing on another Royal Sheath.

"You do such great works with your sword... and with this one as well," she giggled, gently caressing your cock.

You accepted her handjob for a while longer before moving back to the warm spot between her legs. You and the princess shared a magical night, one which would stand up to any of the other fine nights to come in the future of your marriage, despite the modest inn dwellings. Even the strange quest to craft the Royal Sheath would one day be a fond memory, a keystone in your journey together with Rubia that culminated in this moment.

{endif}