Yes, everything happens as Lunnara promised

Dorian took the goblet and drank the entirety of it in a single gulp. He threw the empty thing to the side, making it crash against the floor with thunderous noise and turned back to Karla ready to get to business. But then, when his eyes focuses on his young wife again, he froze in place, looking down on her with different eyes, stunned and petrified. For a moment, he did not move or speak, he just stared at her, with his mouth opened in a ridiculous expression.

"Is everything ok, my lord?" She asked, hopeful.

The voice of Dorian sounded different now, it had a weird tone that may have never been there before: it was a soft voice, a caring voice. "I have not realised... You are so beautiful."

"My lord... I'm not..."

He dared to come closer, almost with hesitation, his hands shaking. "Your hair... it is... like fire... how would I not long to burn myself with it?"

"Oh, that was..."

"Your skin... it's so pale..." He extended his hand, almost as if to touch her cheek, but he did not dare. "...your whole self shines and burns, like a bright and hopeful light to ignite the evils of the very night. How could I be so blind to such fire?" He stopped now and asked with a low voice. "...may I take your hand, my dearest?"

She could not believe it, he had carried and manhandled her with no problem a moment before, but now, the simple act of taking her hand seemed to be forbidden. He was a complete different being now, not an strong and malevolent warrior, but a soft and **** boy. So, this is what it feels to control a man. She thought. "You may." She said deferentially, as she extended her hand for him.

Dorian took that hand with care and knelt, looking directly into her eyes. For the first time, he looked like a man asking for marriage should. "I know that I have brought more sorrow than happiness to your life, my dearest Karla, but I promise you, before the laws of the gods and men, that for every tear I shall bring you a thousand smiles. Would you allow me such a privilege?"

"I will" She said with a smile.

What followed was a magical and surreal experience. Dorian's harsh hands suddenly treated her with the upmost respect and tenderness. He disrobed her with slow and loving movements, treating every new centimetre of exposed flesh as if was a sacred artefact or the ground of a holy land. When he took off her shoes, he slowly kissed her feet, toe by toe, with devoted split. He licked and kissed every part of her, with equal desire: her nails, her hands, her forearm, her elbow, her shoulders... the most anodyne parts of her were suddenly worthy of religious worship. By the time her breast came into view, Karla was way more horny than she had anticipated to be. The feeling was glorious and suffocating. As he sucked from her pointy nipples, she imagined him drinking from them. The image of the milk flowing freely from the tiny mountains became a burning beacon of desire in her mind. She longed for one of Lunnara's cows to be here to feed her with the nutritious nectar, or maybe he longed for the touch of a woman.

And then, the king lifted the skirt and exposed her virginal folds. They were drenched and yummy, as parted as their lack of usage allowed, crowned by her dense orange bush, a dense unconquered forest. He devoured that cunt with ravenous hunger, and the queen stopped her constants moans to produce a delighted scream in appreciation. She trapped the king's head between her legs and crushed it here, forcing him to lick deeper, even at the cost of his life. Never had she anticipated to be so wet and ready for this moment. She still wasn't particularly attracted to the King, but something about this...

A dark thought crawled in her mind them: it was not the king itself who excited her, it was her control over him, her power over him, the knowledge that he would do whatever she wanted. Karla was still to idealistic to thinking about taking advantage of such thing. She had not used a love potion for her, she had done it for the good of the people.

The young woman held the head of her lover, his lips still drenched in her hidden an shinny fluids, forcing him to look up. "Am I your queen?" She asked.

"You are my everything."

"Am I the one you love?"

"The only one, always."

"You will not look upon another woman." She did not ask that last one.

"Never!" He screamed. "All of then are worthless at your side."

That was it: that was the man that she will use to bring peace and happiness to this kingdom. "You are a great warrior, my great champion, but for now on you will fight only one war: Not to kill the innocent, but to make me happy, not to conquer the weak but to satisfy me."

Dorian's eyes shinned with conviction. "I will"