Go to Kara.

As diplomatically as you are able, you tell your cousin that Kara is yours. You leave the mercenary to laugh uproariously, venturing into the Beathan section of the camp.

Pulling a few Beathan warriors aside, the men eager to indulge in what could easily be their last ever night of drinking and debauchery, you are directed to the forge.

You find Kara hard at work, honing her weapons for the battle ahead.

“Almost regret I won't be on the field tomorrow.” you slur, watching Kara grind the blade of her war axe to a razor's edge. “I'd love to see what you can do with one of those in a serious fight.”

“No, you wouldn't.” Kara says solemnly. “Tomorrow may be many things, but a spectacle, well, that's better left tae the Contests. War's no game.”

“Fair point.” you admit. “Do you always tend to your own weapons?”

Kara nods, her attention focused on the task before her.

“And is that a self-reliance thing, or just because Beatha's too poor to employ a blacksmith?” you tease.

“It's a self-reliance thing.” Kara responds, trying her best not to respond to your provocation. “We learn from an early age tae take things into our own hands. Something you southerners would do well tae consider. I'm kind of surprised you don't keep a servant on hand, have them chew your food for you.”

“Come now, I'm not that useless. Am I?” you ask coquettishly.

“No... No. You have your uses, I'll give you that.” Kara admits with a smile, pausing in her task.

“Such as?”

-

Five minutes later, the two of you stumble into Kara's tent. She kisses you hungrily, the two of you having not been alone with one another for several months.

You make to unclasp the leather armour she wears just as eagerly, but the complexity of it proves a little too much for your one manoeuvrable appendage.

“I'll do it.” Kara assures you, her hands abandoning you to unfasten her scratched and singed battledress. In the meantime you undress yourself.

With Kara extricated from her armour, and then the light shirt and trousers beneath them, the two of you fall naked onto her bed.

Your explore Kara's nude form with your hand, drinking in the toned beauty of her fair-skinned frame. She's in a surprisingly good state for having skirmished so recently, the only signs of any injuries some light bruising on her upper arms.

Unsurprisingly, however, your gaze soon drifts from Kara's nicely developed arms, down beneath her waistline, where her dripping wet sex awaits you. Crowned by a little red tuft of hair, her mound calls out to you, as appealing as ever.

“Gods, I've missed this.” you slur, manoeuvring yourself until your face is level with Kara's cunt. Leaning up, you plant a kiss on it.

“I... think it's missed you, too Edward.” Kara admits, her the pace of her breathing accelerating just a little.

“Y-you haven't been with anyone else, these past months?” you ask.

“No. There's no one else.” Kara admits, beginning to quiver underneath your touch. “Maybe my fingers of a lonely night, but you're the only man...”

“Good.” you state. While you were as debauched as they came, you could get as possessive as any man of noble birth.

Putting your tongue to Kara's petals, you begin hungrily worshipping the princess' sex. She repays your every actions with gasps, moans, a hand stroking your neatly swept-back black hair, urging you on intently.

You remain diligently focused to your task, pleasuring your soon-to-be queen until her full-throated cries of delight indicate you've done your job.

By this point, your prick is fully engorged, without Kara having put so much as a hand on it. All it's taken has been the moans Kara uttered, the taste of her pussy.

As you bring yourself back up to her level, you can tell she's just as eager for what comes next as you are.

Repositioning, you sit back against the plainly-constructed bed's headboard, Kara climbing atop your hips and sinking her sex down onto your eager prick. This position allows you to fuck her in a way that is most comfortable, your bad leg and borderline-useless right arm proving little impediment.

Lightly gripping your midsection, the ginger-haired warrior woman locks eyes with you, letting you watch the pleasure play once again across her royal features as you enter her.

Your bodies both hungering for release, the two of you increase your pace, trying to both match and exceed each other's speed.

As Kara rides you, you rest your hand on her arse. Her body's as firm and appealing as ever, the fact she's one of the few Beathan-born women you've slept with without any tattoos or markings adding to her unique appeal, her body like a field of untouched snow.

Unable to help yourself, eventually the vice-like embrace of Kara's petals undoes you. You feel yourself beginning to tense, your balls tightening. Kara, feeling it too, increases the pace with which she rides your prick. The two of your climax as one.

Loosing a high-pitched mewl of delight that was surely heard beyond the confines of her tent, Kara strikes the headboard with her hand as she crests the waves of climax.

For your part, you let out a quieter, guttural moan as you finish, painting the princess' insides with your seed yet again.

The two of you sated, at least temporarily, Kara slumps onto the bed beside you, before pulling you on top of her in a warm embrace.

“Spirits, I needed that.” Kara admits.

“You'd be forgiven for being a little stressed of late.” you note.

“I am.” she responds. “Granted, the pressure on me is nothing compared to the weight the crown's exerting on Donald, but still, it does me good to unwind.”

“I was sorry to hear of your father's passing, truly.” you note. “I wish I could've met him.”

“He was a good man.” Kara tells you. “His strength was just about the only thing that kept the Deanians at bay. Donald has quite the legacy to live up to.”

Not something I have to worry about, you think to yourself with a smirk. Having seen more than one moon while on the throne, you'd surpassed any “accomplishments” your father had made.

“I'm sure he'll manage it.” you assure her.

“He's well-liked. Always has been. But Spirits know that can change in wartime.” Kara muses.

“He's got fine allies around him. You, Jana, your Uncle Eoghan...”

“A' course, I might not always be around, yeah? I do have... another commitment.” the princess states.

“That you do.” you smile, playfully scratching her back. You were still keen on taking Kara back to the capital as your queen. If this campaign went well, you most likely would.

“Now, I'm sorry Edward, but I really have to get back to the smithy. Weapons aren't gonna hone themselves.” Kara said, dressing and leaving your brief respite together. Leaving you to find additional entertainment for the night.