Hours Later...

After several hours, the day has descended into night and the feast into debauchery. Your forces, drunk and well-fed, have split off, heading off to more quieter areas to fuck each other and your various guests, living or undead. You're left with the undead guards and your newly married wife, who sits next to you, gnawing down on a breast of chicken.

You watch with bizarre intrigue as she scoffs down the food, immediately going for another one, tearing a chunk out of it as she chomps down.

"You eat a lot," you say.

Taylor blushes, swallowing the food. She pushes the plate away, looking up at you, embarrassed.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to make a scene," she says.

"It's fine," you say, pushing the plate back to her. "I don't mind, eat up all you want. I was just pointing it out."

"It takes a lot of calories to keep up all these undead forces functioning and under my control," she says defensively. "I have to eat a lot."

"Makes sense," you nod.

You grab your chalice, drinking down the contents of hard liquor in a few gulps, before moving away from the table.

"You know, the day's pretty much finished, we should probably retire to our marital bed. To consummate the marriage."

"OK," Taylor nods, nervous but excited.

You stand up, grabbing Taylor and lifting her into the air. She lets out a giggle, as you carry her down the hallways. You reach her room, or your room, you suppose, carrying her inside and collapsing onto the bed with her as you both laugh.

"Well, I'll admit, I see the romance in this bit of the day."

"It was a great day," Taylor says. "Thanks for having it with me."

"So," you say seductively. "Shall we get to it?"

"OK," she nods vigorously. "How... how do we start?"

"We get you naked," you say, grinning.

Taylor nods, raising her arms slowly.

"Can you undo my corset?"

You slowly reach around her waist, undoing the knots to loosen her corset, before she kicks off her shoes. As her dress loosens, it begins to slide off her frail frame. She clambers out of her out of her massive white dress, letting it fall to the ground as you reveal her form, clad in tight white underwear. She's slim and slender, although admittedly, with smooth, pale skin.

"You look gorgeous," you say, placing a hand on her side, pulling her in close.

"A-are you going to get naked too?" she asks.

You pull off your robes, letting them fall to the ground, revealing your naked form, your cock hanging down between your lead. You pull her in close, so her warm body presses against yours. You enjoy the sensation of skin-on-skin contact, something you rarely get due to your armor.

"You're larger than I remember," Taylor says, her eyes widening as she stares down at your cock. "C-can I touch it?"

"Please do," you nod.

Her dainty, delicate fingers trace along the length of your cock, before wrapping around your cock. She slowly runs her hand up and down your member, as blood begins to engorge your cock.

"Is it going to fit in me?" she asks.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to get you nice and wet first, so it's nice and smooth," you say.

You reach a hand around her back, unclipping her bra as it falls to the ground, revealing a small pair of lemon-sized breasts with perky pink nipples that poke out from her pale skin. You reach out, giving her left tit a firm squeeze, before reaching your fingers up and pulling briefly on her nipple.

"Hey!" she says. "That hurts!"

"Sorry, baby," you say, leaning in and giving her tit a gentle kiss, running her tongue across the sensitive nipple, as the nipple stiffens.

You reach down to her panties, grabbing her waistband and yanking it down his legs as it falls to the floor, revealing a tight, hairless cunt, the pink, soft inner lips just about peaking out from her outer labia.

Taylor looks at you expectantly, as you smile.

"God, you're perfect. Shall we start?" you ask.

Taylor nods, biting her lower lip.