Smoothly enough

Year 536 EC (Euronian Calendar)

With Ganadonia and Danubia now one country, there came the immediate and almost chaotic governmental overtures to smoothen the transition.

In all honesty, it wasn't as difficult as you thought it was; both Danubia and Ganadonia had long operated on a rigorous and comprehensive code of law that allowed for the integrity of both countries to maintain themselves for as long as they existed, and having been subject to constant warfare for much of its existence, a strong centralised rule was the only way they could survive.

Due to the similarity in government philosophies, it is not difficult to agree on a new code of law and the corresponding policies, including the issuance of the new currency.

The two nations would merge into the realm of Hasounga, and its national currency the Hachmark.

"Ah! Oh yes!"

In the six months that passed since your wedding, you found yourself hopelessly desiring to ravage Olga's sexy body time and again in your bed, sucking on her lactating teats and kissing her mouth and ears and filling her with your sperm. It was a great way to destress after work, and to sate your carnal desires.

And Olga, in turn, developed an unrelenting addiction for your cock as she moaned like a whore, your thick schlong stretching her out.

"Gods, this feels so damn good!" You said, "Take my cum!"

"Yes, please give me your cum!" Olga cried.

You came inside her, filling her womb and moaning loudly as your cock was milked the second time this day.

Pulling out, you almost wince at the empty feeling of not having a pussy wrapping around it, but the sight of sperm leaking from Olga's pussy was worth it.

"You're a really energetic lover, you know?" Said an exhausted Olga.

"Aren't I always?" You said, kissing her.

The bedchambers was a chaotic scene as your wife screamed at the top of her voice.

"Oh Gods, please make this end!" She screamed, tears gushing from her eyes.

"You're doing good, Your Grace! Just a little more!" Said a midwife, who gently massaged her tummy.

You paced nervously outside, praying to the Gods for a safe delivery.

"My King, stop pacing around," Said Matilda, "She'll be fine."

"I know, but I can't help but worry," You said, "I mean, which loving husband wouldn't worry for his wife?"

"My King, Queen Olga isn't made of parchment," Said Chloe, the bodyguard trying her best to not look petulant, "Have hope."

The screams reach a crescendo, reverberating through the corridor outside before dying down, and soon you hear the healthy wailing of a newborn babe.

The door opens to reveal a midwife who happily says, "Congratulations, Your Grace. It's a boy!"

You enter the room to find an exhausted Olga cradling your baby boy, wrapped in clean cloths and nursing on Olga's inflated teats. His skin was a light olive, his hair a mix of Olga's black and your Black. He inherited your Purple eyes, shining like clear crystal in a night sky.

"He looks so beautiful," Said Olga.

"Maybe it's just your genes shining through?" You suggested.

Olga merely chuckled, saying, "So what would you like to name him?"

"I'm tempted to name him after a great general of our people," Said Olga, "Perhaps that way, he can make our dreams of conquest a reality."

"Why not a name that suggests good fortune instead?" You suggested, "Or we could name him as an embodiment of stubbornness and resolution."

"Good point," Said Olga, "But... I do admit, he does seem like a blessing of good fortune instead, and it's a full moon out right now."

In Ganadonian culture, a full moon was a symbol of good fortune, a sign sent by their Goddess Ailearca.

"So I was thinking, how about we name him Amileigh?" Said Olga, "It means the Bringer of Hope and Smiles."

"Isn't he one, being so cute and all?" You said.

"I'm offended you think it's purely due to his cuteness," Said Olga, adopting a look of mock unhappiness before breaking into a soft chuckle.

"But it is a great name," You said, "Though I was also planning to give him a name of my own; Abelard, a name meaning resolute and stubborn."

"Wasn't that what you suggested earlier?" Said Olga.

"Yes, it is," You said, rolling your eyes, "What else did you think I was going to say?"

Olga merely smiled, saying, "But I approve of it. So, I guess that means his name is Amileigh Abelard Crown."

And the young boy giggled happily.