Wake Your Husband Up So You Can Fuck...

Something suddenly occurs to you: if you're in bed with the king, naked, you must already be married, and ergo have taken that ginormous fuck-stick up inside yourself at least once...

You're kind of sad that you've missed out on your wedding day, and night, but on the other hand glad: because that immense Rod-of-Lordly-Might would have hurt like the very devil breaking your hymen.

You sit up, causing the bed to sway and creak, then kiss Uther on the lips, and shake him a bit. "Wake up husband, it's well past dawn and I'm feeling frisky..." you say in your new and lovely soprano. Uther groans and his eyelids flutter, then he ball his hands into fists...

You flinch, expecting a blow, though you are not sure why, but all that happens is Uther rubs the sleep from his eyes and then looks at you. "Good morning Bel, what was that last part?" He asks.

"I'm feeling frisky," you repeat, reaching your right hand down to stroke his shaft. "I want you to fuck me with this giant chub of man meat, and make me cum," You whisper in his ear.

"Heh, I knew I made a good choice when I married you," he says, sitting up in bed and moving around as if to get behind you...