Anal.

"I think... you were just about to let me fuck you up the arse."

Rhona snorts at your bold suggestion, but is certainly not unreceptive to it.

“Alright, Your Majesty.” she smiles wryly, rising up, letting the furs fall away from her. Climbing out of bed, Rhona turns her back on you, walks, letting her magnificent body sway seductively as she does, to the writing desk on the other side of the room, and bends over.

You take in her thick, enticing, intoxicating arse, looking like something the Beathan Spirits might have sculpted from marble.

“Come and get it, Edward.” she challenges you, smacking one of her fleshy cheeks.

You're sore, exhausted, and nursing a moderate headache from the ales you'd downed last night, and yet, you're fairly certain you've never got out of bed quite so fast in your life.

Limping forward, you close the distance, then pull the healer close. She gasps softly. You stoop down, with some difficulty, send your good hand flying at her arse, taking in the jiggle of her backside from just a few inches away. Bringing your lips to one of her cheeks, you kiss her soft, enticing flesh, then nip her with your teeth. Your action elicits a quick giggle from your bride's cousin.

“Good enough to eat.” you whisper in her ear as you rise back up to a standing position.

“Be time for that later, Edward.” Rhona winks, thrusting herself back at you. You decide she's right, then take your cock in hand, aim it for her arsehole, and guide yourself home.

Your roughness elicits a yelp from the Beathan, but that's about it. You slide into her. Rhona trembles with delight as you build up a decent pace, claiming her arse as your own with every thrust into her.

“That's it, Edward!” Rhona moans, her body shaking with delight as you fuck her as hard as you're able. You get so caught up in rutting the healer's backside, that you almost lose your rather precarious footing, but sheer animal instinct keeps you in the swing of things nicely.

A few minutes later, loosing an appreciative groan, you unload inside Rhona, blasting her arse with rope after rope of your half-demonic cum.

“Oh, nicely done, Edward.” Rhona pants, flicking an errant strand of black hair from her eyes. “I didn't think you had it in you!”

“People underestimate me at their own peril.” you can't help but remind her.

“Aye. Or their delight.” the brunette smiles. “I've half a mind to keep you here for the rest of the day, but I've White Torch work that needs doin'.”

“Unfortunate, that.” you respond. “Will I see you this afternoon, with Kara and Madeleine?”

Rhona pauses in picking up her carelessly discarded clothing.

“Aye, if I can get away.” the healer responds. “It's always good to unwind with kin.”

Kissing you goodbye, Rhona dresses and heads off to tend to the dying and wounded. After the battle with Hjordis' forces, both were in high number.