Your wedding day (and night)

The wedding day is filled with as much festivity and pomp as a royal wedding requires, which is a lot. All the town is abuzz with activity, and the streets are filled with the carriages of every person of the slightest note in the area, all come to see the wedding that will shape the future of their kingdom.

The wedding is taking place in the local cathedral, and the local bishop is officiating. You stride through the massive open doors, their wood delicately carved with fine figures. Your vassals cheer as you walk down the aisle; the match is a popular one, and well-supported by the nobility. Despite her lower status, the possible gains from Helga's lands, both to your own dynasty as well as the positions that can be freed up once the enemy is put down, satisfy their ambitions. You take your place at the right side, and wait for your bride. Helga, to your surprise, looks even more beautiful than ever. Wearing a rich red and gold gown of silk, studded with beautiful gems, she is the envy of even the proudest noblewoman in attendance. She strides up confidently to her spot with stately grace.

The bishop makes the usual statements, but everyone is anxious with anticipation. Though the deal is settled, everyone wants to see it done. When you both say "I do", you lean in and kiss Helga. The crowd erupts in cheers for their new queen. In almost no time at all, your most powerful nobles gather around the two of you: it is time for the bedding ceremony. You both are playfully pulled along, occasionally almost tripping from the careless jostling of the courtiers. Finally, you are thrust into the bedroom together, and the last of your entourage file out of the room.

You gulp. Even after all the time you've known her, Helga is still intimidating, even more so now that the time for consummation has come. "Don't tell me you expect me to do this in my wedding dress" she jokes. Is this the first time she has made a joke to you? You wonder while you help her, hands shaking, out of her gown.

[Truly she was the most beautiful woman you have ever laid eyes on. Now that you see her naked flesh, that thought has been strongly reaffirmed. She had unusually large breasts for a young woman who has never had children. They were high, firm and perky. Puffy and pink areolas with thick nipples. Her back and waist were narrow but quite healthy. Her hips were quite wide; she should have no problems birthing children.

Her arms were slender, her hands small and delicate, her fingers dainty, her thighs and legs creamy, tone and bore no ounce of fat. Between her thighs was a neat patch of blonde hair, the exact same shade as the hair on her head.

"Wow, you're beautiful" You mutter as she walks over to you. "So beautiful."

Now only a foot away from you, she responds, "You would not be the first man to say such kind words to me. But you are the first to ever see me naked." Her eyes were still the same cold orbs of ice as it always was. Her voice, though still sharp, wasn't as much. "Play yourself correctly and you maybe the last man to ever see me naked as well."

You take her hand and raise it to your lips, "I shall do my best to make it so." You kiss it.

"Do you know how many times my father told my mother he loved her?" She switches to a different topic. "None." She says. "He took her into his arms and his bed whenever he pleased. He did it so many times I am quite surprised I do not have a bunch of full-blooded siblings. He found her pleasurable but never, not once did I or anyone ever see any trace of love he may have had for her. It almost makes it an even greater mystery why I was his favorite."

"Queen Helga, where are you going with this?"

"A woman's beauty is often the first of what draws a man towards her. In the throes of passion and lust, he may say things that he doesn't mean. What I am saying is, good king, do not tell me anything that you do not mean. If you tell me you love me, be sure that you mean. If you break my heart, I will break more than just your bones." She says a calm and gentle manner that combined with her chilling voice, it felt like your blood has frozen is some of your more distal arteries and veins. "I will give you my body for your pleasure. But if I give you my heart just just so you can crush it in your palm, I will make sure you regret you ever met me." It was too cold to sweat and the hairs at the back your neck stood.

She flashes you the brightest smile you have ever laid eyes on. Her smile reaches her eyes yet the coldness in them and in her voice is still ever so present. "Do we have an understanding?"

"Yes." You answer plainly.

She soon plants a kiss on your lips. You are relieved to discover her lips are warm. You kiss back. You hold her face in your hands while her hands wonder below to undo the laces of your trousers. They and your undergarments are pushed down and you help the rest of the way. Aggressively she rips your upper clothes square in the middle. You kiss slowly but surely grows in passion, almost like you both were trying to eat each other's mouths. It becomes more heated and lustful as your hands quickly wonder about each other's bodies'. Your hands land on her large and wonderous breasts. You grope and squeeze them roughly. She on the other hand finds your semi-hard cock and strokes it to get more blood inside.

Without breaking the kiss, you and Helga find your way to her bed. But it is she who pushes you hard on the bed. Kneeling right beside your hips, she takes your cock in her hand again and gives it a good stroking. You see Helga lick her lips before she wrapped said lips around the head of your cock. "Oh goodness!" You gasp, feeling the warm softness of her lips followed by a delicate lick from her tongue.

Helga takes her time licking up your cock's head. Then she goes down on the shaft. The long, slow licks drives your eyes to the back of your sockets. "Who... who taught you to do this?" You ask. She answers quickly, "My mother."

"Ah!" Helga smirks at the reaction she was getting from you. She once again took the head of your cock inside her mouth. This time though you surprise her by grabbing head and pushing it down your cock. Your cock hits the back of her throat and you take in the feeling of her warm, moist mouth surrounding your cock. You hear the muffled sounds of her gagging. She slaps at you not too hard but you get the message. You release her head and she pulls up gagging.

"I could have bit you, you know." She snarls. Acting like you don't care, you tell her, "But you didn't."

"Lady Luck smiles upon you. Otherwise I would have thrown you out the door." You just smile at her. Helga goes back to your cock. She bobs her head on it. You continue to gasp and hum your content and pleasure. You feel your release soon building up but suddenly Helga takes her mouth off your cock.

"I think its time to truly copulate." You get up, grab her by her arms and throw her down on the bed, utterly surprising her. "Hey!" She goes.

"Silence, northern queen!" Her normally half-open and serious eyes opened completely. For a moment she actually looked ****. For a moment she looked like any other girl. But that moment pass. You open her thighs and get between them. You lick up your fingers in one hand and rub her pussy with it. "Oh!" She moans. You find her clit through her thin golden bush. It's a small, tiny little thing but it does the fine job of arousing Helga. You can feel the heat from within her radiating outward. She's starting to get wet inside. You know from brushing your fingers against her folds. You scratch those folds and she moans further.

Then you proceed to do something you can never done to any girl. First you make-out with her. You drive your tongue inside her mouth and wrestle with hers. You end the kiss abruptly, leaving her yearning. You kiss her forehead and you go a little lower to her nose followed by her cheeks. Her chin is next. You plant several kisses and long licks on her sweaty neck. You find her chest flushed as your kisses go to her collar bones. Your hands grope again her breasts while you kiss and lick the valley between.

"You're beautiful, Helga. So very beautiful." You say. You circle kisses and licks around her breasts. One at a time. You take her thick and firm nipples in your mouth and suck upon them. Her hands grasp your head and she makes pleasured sounds. After a time, you cease with her womanly mounds and go lower to her flat stomach. Then to her pelvis. You brush her blonde bush with your fingers.

Now you are right between her thighs. Her beautiful pink and wet womanhood right before your eyes. Licking up your own lips, you kiss her pussy. "Oh my gosh!" She moans feeling the new sensation of a pair of lips and a tongue on her most sacred area.

You have never done this before. You slowly get a feel for it. You notice whenever she gasps or make certain sounds and focus back on which spot garnered that response. You split open her folds and lick even deeper. You've fucked plenty of pussies. But never really kissed one. It was strange taste and a new experience but also quite welcomed. Maybe you should this a little more often and maybe starting with Camilla when you get back home. But at the moment, you had Helga to pleasure.

Soon she was grinding her pussy on your mouth. She gripped your head by the hair. You didn't stop eating her up though. "OH GOD! AH! I FEEL... I FEEL SOMETHING COMING! AH!" You jams your face square into her pussy. Your still licking tongue and still kissing lips are blasted by a surge of spurting fluid from inside Helga's cunt. Your face was saturated by it. Not that you would complain about it. Her hips and her thighs were shaking uncontrollably. When you feel her grip loosening and her shaking dying down, you lift yourself up and got ready to mount her. You were achingly hard and wanted your own release.

"Ready?" You ask her. Your eyes staring deep at hers.

"Oh fuck me." She replies.

"I won't be gentle." You drive your cock home in quickly and roughly. It tears through her maidenhead so easily and she bleeds the most than any of the girls you've deflowered. She was also the tightest. Her pussy was like a strong vice around your dick. Had it not been for how extremely wet she currently is, you'd feel frightened your dick would get stuck inside her. Not to mention she was so, so warm. She winces in pain from having her maidenhead torn, having failed to endure it and keep it hidden. You see little pools of tears at the sides of her closed eyes. "It's okay. It's okay." You try to soothe her. "You don't have to try and pretend it doesn't hurt."

She opens her eyes and pulls you in down to her for a kiss. At the same time, you begin to piston in and out of her. She winces and moans into the kiss. You pound away at her so hard, your balls slam into her ass. Her fluids leaked from where your bodies join. Your cock goes in so deep inside her. You pull fiercely from the kiss, "Oh Helga, it feels so good inside you! You are... you are... arg! You are the best fuck I've had!"

"I bet you say that to all the girls you've bed!" She suppressed her moans to say that.

"No! It's true. You're warm. You're the tightest and wettest girl I've ever been with."

"Should I, umph, should I be honored!"

"You should." You tell her. You accelerate your thrusting. The room was starting to get really loud with the sound your hips crashing into Helga. You grab her ankles and raise them up over your shoulders. "OH FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD!" Helga screamed. Sweat formed on both your foreheads. The both of you fucking each other has been the warmest either of you have ever been.

"Oh my King! That's it."

"My Queen!" You two kiss again and continue to kiss until both of you feel you are about to cum real soon. Helga's already tight pussy had gotten even tighter just as when your balls had boiled over with cum. You both cum together. She squirted more fluids out while you unleashed rivers upon rivers of cum deep inside her fertile depths. It was the strongest you've ever came.]

"After that, I can understand why Cecily got caught up with you in the first place" she says with perhaps a hint of sarcasm. You sit up and look over at her.

"Speaking of which, what do you plan to do with her?" you ask, worrying for the young girl.

"Hmm? Oh, I had almost forgotten. You can keep her here. At least I know about her. It's not like I need her now anyways; there will be maidens enough to braid my tresses from now on."

You feel relieved at that. Cecily is a good girl, and doesn't need Helga's recriminating looks. "Rest now, my husband" Helga says sleepily, before nestling into your shoulder. "Soon, we have an inheritance to win"

(Note: section in brackets supplied by user switching, with minor continuity edits)