The Wedding Night.

You and Kara make up the stairs. The princess bounds ahead, practically unable to conceal her enthusiasm for what comes next. As you enter your bedchamber, she's quick to divest herself of her wedding gown.

“Come on, Edward.” the redhead urges you, seizing your good hand, pulling you close.

“Someone's eager.” you chuckle. “You'd think we'd never done this before.”

“Ach, but somethin's different now, aye?” Kara says, as the two of you take a seat on the bed. “We're joined.”

“A fair point.” you concede. Moving as quickly as you are able, you join Kara in nakedness. She brings herself up against you, groaning as her hands caress your body, moving down your stomach, alighting on your prick. You'd long since gotten hard for her, but your sensitive organ appreciates her touch nonetheless.

Kara leans forward and kisses you, pressing you down onto your back. Even without really trying, she impresses upon you a physicality that you find most intriguing. She may be a princess, but she's a fighter, a warrior. A woman of mettle.

Swinging a leg over your lap, the Beathan straddles your hips, bringing her sex down on you. You groan out for her, thrusting up with abandon.

Seeing the effect she's having on you, Kara giggles, and redoubles her effort. The sight of her lithe, fair-skinned frame atop you in the moonlight bedchamber is intoxicating. You grip her right thigh with your good hand, thrusting up into her with increasing vigour.

You remain at it for a good few minutes, before Kara pulls away, a mischievous smile on her face.

“Let's try somethin' else.” she purrs. “We cannae have you layin' back all passive like. Get up.” Kara asks.

“I-I don't know.” you stammer. “I was rather enjoying my passivity.”

“I think you'll enjoy this even more.” Kara assures you, moving onto all fours, her arse raised for you, by the edge of the bed.

You push yourself up, carefully and stagger cautiously forward until you're before Kara. You'd had more than one rather painful fall before, climbing out of bed for a piss or a drink of water, and your frail body failing you. You weren't about to miss out on this night in a similar manner.

“Come, my lord.” Kara bids you, relishing those final two words. “Why don't you fookin' take me?!”

You are only too happy to oblige.

Kara is a pillar of strength beneath you, one you're only too happy to lean on. You bring your member up behind her, guiding yourself into her with an eager hand. As you build up a decent pace, taking her from behind, your hand moves to caress her arse.

You'd taken dozens of vixens to your bed in your short time as king. You'd slept with your mother, aunts, your cousin in myriad depraved combinations. Still... Kara had the right of it. There was something different about fucking her now. You truly felt love for her, something that went beyond the carnal emotions and lusts that had long consumed you.

As you hilted yourself in the Beathan's sex, revelling in your nearness to her, it dawned on you that now, with Kara, you might be making love for the first time in your life.

-

“No' bad, Edward.” Kara pants, comprehensively sated. “Fer an Itherian.”

You were feeling pretty proud of yourself, too. You had brought your new wife to orgasm twice, before her fitness, her relentlessness had claimed you, mere seconds after you pulled out of her. Now you lay beneath the furs, waiting to go again.

Kara nestled against you, your near-paralysed arm draped loosely over her shoulder.

“You're Itherian by marriage yourself, now.” you remind her. “Our children will be. I'd leave off impugning the character of a kingdom you're set to rule.”

“Ach, touched a nerve, did I?” Kara smiles, kissing your neck. “Our children... Spirits, the sound of that.”

“How so?” you ask.

“I'm not naïve.” Kara states. “I've always known what's required of a woman a' my station. But the thought of bein' a mother. Never quite imagined I'd get there, but just think, in a year or two, I could be with child.”

Regardless of what Kara thinks, the thought is deeply satisfying to you. Both to the darker half of your nature, that lives to see demonic seed spread across the continent, to fuck, to rule, to dominate, and the softer part of you, which simply wishes to live a life with this woman.

“Would you like that?”

“When the time comes. We'll have to be careful, should we carry on wi' this during the war. I don't fancy facin' down a Deanian charge wi' a bun in the oven.”

“Gods forbid.” you agree.

“Still, I can see it some day soon. A few weans scamperin' 'round Itheria. Their da's good looks, quick wits. Their maw's strength and resolve.”

“I like the sound of that.” you say with conviction. Of course, you neglect to mention the trickle of demonic blood that'd also be coursing through their veins.

“Ready to go again?” Kara asks, trailing a lazy path from your stomach to the tip of your resurgent cock with her forefinger.

“I suppose we are newlyweds.” you say, feigning nonchalance. “We've a stereotype to live up to.”

Kara is atop you in seconds, steadying herself on the headboard as she rides you.