Wokan and Cirre

"You don't need to be so formal for be Woken, my prince."

Cirre's hand caressed below his head holding his chin. She raised him back onto his feet.

"I'll be back my love. Expect nieces and nephews when I return."

Cirre guided him away from the great hall into their personal chambers. The dress she wore was like those queen dresses her mom use to see in fantasy books. The only perk they held were that it held her blossoming breasts from bouncing wildly as she ran around after her kids.

She slowly undressed herself, revealing nothing but skin below. The wyvern mark imprinted largely over her heart, displaying over much of her left breast. Blond locks rolled and pushed back over her own shoulders.

"How many children do you wish to have as of right now? I'm willing to keep going until you're satisfied with the count."

Her hands stretched over his broad shoulders, their eyes locked together. Her hazel orbs smiled up at her soon to be mate, one hand lowered down to feel what monster he's been hiding away.