Fuck Rhona

“I hear congratulations are in order.” Rhona smiles, as the two of you stagger into the hall leading to your chambers.

You press the petite brunette up against the wall and kiss her. It's a little difficult, given your disability, but the Beathan's receptive to a little bit of manhandling, and plays along.

“What about?” you ask coyly.

“About your wedding, Edward!” Rhona laughs. “Wish I could've attended.”

“Enough about Kara.” you whisper conspiratorially to her. “The only Beathan I want to think about right now is the one in front of me.

Rhona laughs appreciatively as you pepper her neck with kisses. You can't help but think how the healer would react if she knew the truth about you, knew how many of her Order you had had a hand in killing. The very idea of it sends a certain perverse thrill through your system. It was always nice to have an informational advantage over somebody else.

Your lips move from Rhona's neck to her soft mouth. Even as you passionately kiss her, you pray nobody goes by. While you were nobody's idea of a chaste and virtuous king, you had promised Kara you would not embarrass her by openly carousing with women.

Rhona responds by eagerly reciprocating, then pulling you along, eager to get to the privacy of your chambers.

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Once you're safely inside your rooms, the healer divests herself of her robe. You take her pale, curvaceous body in, wearing only delicate lingerie, a tantalising sight. You feel a fiery need to take her, to rut with her, to breed her, even.

Trying to retain your composure, you pull the thick brunette close to you, your good hand sliding down her lower back, groping a handful of her eminently fuckable arse.

“If only Kara were here...” Rhona teases you, her hands drifting to the bulge in your trousers.

“I-I'm sure we can get along just fine without her.” you respond, as the healer's deft, skilled fingers slip inside.

“Aye, that we can.” Rhona smiles, taking out your cock and beginning to stroke it. As you harden under her touch, the Beathan grins, then pushes you backwards.

You sink into a sitting position at the edge of the bed, your marriage bed. You open your legs, and the half-naked healer sinks to her knees, licking from the base of your shift to your sensitive tip, already beading with pre-cum.

Rhona takes control, allowing you to simply sit back and enjoy her skilful ministrations. Such an arrangement suits you just fine. Kara's cousin may not have been a warrior herself, but she was no less wilful than her countrywomen.

As Rhona takes inch after inch of your shaft, you groan out, admiring the way your length bulges in her cheek, slightly distorting her winsome face.

You go to put your hand on her head, but the healer slaps it away, making it quite clear that tonight, or for this blowjob at least, she'll be setting the pace.

Rhona begins teasing you with her tongue, withdrawing her lips but positioning it so that it's still in contact with your tip. After tracing a lazy circle across the head of your prick, she trails downwards, slowly, seductively running her tongue along the underside of your penis.

“Gods, you're good!” you stammer, as she reaches her end point, and takes your balls into her mouth, much as she had done the night of Kara's victory last year.

Rhona lets out a little satisfied noise, pleased at the effect she's having on you, that causes minute vibrations to reverberate through your balls.

As she sucks on your potent, throbbing stones, both of the healer's hands come up. Interlinking around your thick member, she strokes up and down, softly at first, but with increasing vigour as she feels you shifting your hips, responding to her touch on an instinctual level.

After several more minutes of such delightful treatment, you find yourself unable to hold off any longer. Rhona is quick to notice.

Pulling back, the Beathan works your tip keeping you just on the edge.

“Cum for me, Edward!” she asks, accelerating her pace and opening her mouth. “I want your fookin' cum!”

A few seconds later, you oblige her. You spurt again and again, but in your excitement and delight, strike a little wide of the mark. Very little of your load actually makes it into the healer's mouth, instead spattering her face and forehead. Some globules of your potent cum even land in her hair, the midnight black of her silken locks contrasting quite nicely with the whiteness of your seed.

“Ach, looks like someone got a little overexcited.” Rhona chuckles, seizing her discarded robe and dabbing at her face with the sleeve of it.

“C-Can you blame me?” you gasp. “You know what you're doing.”

“Aye, and don't you forget it, Edward.” Rhona says, before coming up off her knees and sitting on your lap.

“So... when do I return the favour?” you ask, as Rhona wraps her arms and legs around you. In the chill of the Beathan winter, you're immensely glad of her warm frame against yours.

“Be time for that later, Edward.” Rhona says, pausing to unfasten and shrug off her bra.

“I spoke to Kara. Said she'll be busy much of the night.” your wife's cousin tells you. “Meaning we've got the run of the place!”

With Rhona's bare, pale, bounteous tits in your face, her last sentence had sounded rather far off, as if spoken from a great distance. Instead, you bring her mammaries to your face, hungrily licking and sucking on her amazing chest.

A few minutes later, the brunette instructs you to sit with your back against the headboard, rolling off her wet panties as you manoeuvre yourself, then brings her curvy body down against yours, grudging you into her.

The two of you fuck long into the night, until exhaustion claims you. Just when you think the Beathan can take no more, she is raring for another round. Ironic, you think to yourself. Despite her calling, her carnal appetites bordered on the demonic.