No. Happily Married. Order of the Open Hand. (Universal.) Parrot. Preparing To Attack The Castle.

This ennobling thing could not have come at a better time. There is an old aphorism among the orders of wizardry, "Apprentices may not marry, Journeymen may marry, Masters must marry, Grand Masters must have heirs." The reason this ennobling thing was so timely is that since you were about 13 you have been in love with Sarah Mary Carpenter, now Countess Sarah Fitzroy, and you wanted to propose as soon as you were both journeymen but just didn't have the money, and now: well, now you have a castle, a job for life, and a severe need to father one or more heirs as soon as humanly possible.

Of course you proposed at once, and were overjoyed when she didn't answer; verbally; just dived down, knocking you over, and kissed you full on the mouth! The next four weeks were pure **** as you both had to wait for the wedding day, and more importantly night, while the bands were published and a guest list arranged. though you both wanted to you didn't 'anticipate your vows', your parents and Master Septimus would have killed you, in the latter case possibly literally, so you both held out for the appointed night and when you were ready at last...

What a night it had been.

The wedding was great and all but you had both been waiting for this night for seventeen YEARS! You put up a host of overlapping spells to conceal yourselves from anyone listening in or trying to scry on you, then...

It might as well have only been yesterday, so clearly do you remember it, undressing each other from your wedding finery, so careful, so delicate, yet both urgent, probing, passionate, the heat of mutual lust radiating off you like the very suns themselves.

At last you were nude, and then opened yourselves to each other, naked in your fumbling for all you both had been instructed by the priests and priestesses of Hestia, and both able to see the humor in it.

"So big..." Sarah said, biting her lip at your painfully engorged and uncircumcised shaft, and reaching out to touch it gently. She carefully wrapped her long fingered hand around it and stroked it a few times experimentally, bringing a few drops of precum to glisten on it's tip. "Wha? You aren't supposed to cum already!" she said indigently and you flushed beat red.

"That's precum Sarah, it will happen several times before I actually cum..." you replied, embarrassed, and Sarah flushed too.

"Oh, um, I was supposed to..." She muttered and then bent over to lick the huge drop of precum off your cock.

"Sarah!" you exclaimed and almost sprayed your load all over her face.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked embarrassed and you tried to form a coherent sentence.

"Nu, no, I just, I am going to explode, if you do that again, and I, I want, to cum inside you..." you said holding back as her delicate hand continued to stroke your shaft.

"There'll be time enough for that later, the priestesses of Hestia said that you shouldn't deflower me until I had gotten all the old and weak seed out of you, that way if I get pregnant I will have a stronger child, which is important since I am almost to old to have children, and you are well past your prime years to sire a healthy heir." She said and stopped stroking your cock, then cupped your balls with her hand and engulfed your entire eight inches with her mouth in one practiced yet awkward motion.

"Sarah!" You cried out again and this time couldn't hold back; you sprayed your first and biggest load of the night right down her throat into her stomach. After only a few seconds Sarah had to pull back and start gulping down your semen while also fighting for air, but the mission was accomplished, all the old and unspent seed that had been moldering in your balls for a month was ejected and disposed of, and now the next time you came it would all be fresh, frisky, and healthy sperm that would be sent out to do its work.

Your penis went flaccid of course but Sarah was prepared for this and simply moved up and planted her pussy over your face. You of course had had training too, and started to lick away at her sensitive areas and play with her nipples with your hands. Soon she was cooing, then moaning, then clawing at the bed and babbling sexual obscenities, before she finally flooded your mouth with her own cum and you drank it down like it was the very nectar of life.

By then your pecker was hard again and you rolled Sarah off of you and onto the wide bed spread. Climbing on top you started to ease your cock into her, and she squirmed in pain as it started to stretch her hymen but finally her hymen split and your were in, then she wrapped her legs around your ass and started to really fuck you. As the passion built in you both you screwed increasingly hard, then with one final thrust you plastered her insides with hot syrupy baby batter, and just as you did she came as well, sucking the first few spurts up into her uterus, where they might have a chance of getting her pregnant. "YEEESSS!" You both screamed in unison and collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sweaty bodies before kissing and cuddling together to fall into sleep suffused with intense erotic images.

This had set the tone for your honeymoon and the march to the castle, you fucked every night regular as clockwork, and spent a good half the day kissing and 'petting' each other. It was amazing you got any work done at all really, hiring your fifty "Men-At-Arms" and arranging with staffing agencies to provide workers both to run and repair the Castle after your troops cleared out the goblins which had taken up residence in the present ruins.

Your long matted pair of Gray Parrots that had been given to you when you were scarce 7 years old have been telling you to "go get a room" for the past three weeks, and never mind that they have a clutch of three eggs right now and are being all aggressively sexual themselves, "that's fine" because they have been a mated pair for 7 years...

Then, just last night, Sara came to you with news of a new development...