Time for the main course!

You and Accalia don’t waste time easing into it or starting slow, you both have wanted this for so long, you both are refusing to wait anymore. You swing your hips into her and she immediately lets out a groan of pleasure as you fill her and she rams her hips against yours. She is already soaked from your foreplay and you fit just as well inside her as ever. Normally you would be careful, normally you would take pains so she wouldn’t be marked as yours but you don’t intend to hide this though. She is yours and you intend to make that abundantly clear, you intend to make her carry your scent for the rest of both your lives. Her nails dig into your back as you aggressively begin pounding, **** to finally make her yours in every way that matters.

She pulls your face from where you nestled it in her shoulder to desperately mash her lips against yours, moaning in pleasure. Your tongue battle for dominance before she willingly surrenders, allowing you to ravage her mouth with your tongue. She whimpers in pleasure as you snake a hand to her clit and stroke it as you ram into her. You can feel an orgasm building up and make no effort to hold it back, not this time. Accalia‘s body begins to quiver and you pull away from her mouth to grin at her. She whines adorably and tries to latch onto your mouth again, but instead press your shoulder under her chin to lean into her ear to speak.

“Gonna cum?” You growl, your hot breath scraping against her ear, “Cum for me. Cum for your husband, my beautiful wife.”

That request and your given titles — which you intend to wear proudly — sends her hurtling over the edge and she howls in pleasure as she grips your length like a vice and you shove yourself fully inside to let loose inside her. God if only she wasn’t on birth control and your elder didn’t mind that she would be a fantastic mother, you would make her a mother and ensure it everyday. Her mouth involuntarily chomps on your shoulder and you grunt at the pain that hits you as her teeth almost break your skin but it only increasing the intensity. You can see her pull back to apologize and you don’t want to hear any apologies so you fit your mouth around her throat and she tenses. You let a rumbling growl build in your throat and nibble on her neck, making her whine in submission.

“No apologies.” You snarl, and flip her over so she’s on top of you in a reverse cowgirl, “I am not going to let you feel anything other than happy right now.”

You press up against her and your hand grabbed one breast and your other hand toyed with her clit as you continued thrusting. She let out a growl of her own and met each thrust of yours with one of her own, matching your tempo immediately. A few moments after she broke out of your hold and then swiveled on your dick — a sensation you had never experienced causing you to groan — to catch your hands and hold them above your head. She pressed her lips against yours and pulled back after, lips curved into a soft and loving smile.

“Then kiss me.” She said, “I want you to kiss me and love me like this every chance you can. As your wife, I demand it.”

You laugh and you kiss her, “I will. Accalia Rune. I will love you forever.”