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Nikolaj Coaster Waldu & Katie McGrath crackship requested by lilyswan95 Please like or reblog if using :)

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emily knew that her fiancé was having the time of his life. they were both miles away from home, in a place where the sun met the white sand beaches and turquoise waters. where the land was prey to many roleplay ideas. many naughty ones involving mermaids, sailors, pirates and so on.

while sucking his cock, emily looked at him in the eyes. she wanted to show her whole dedication to bringing him to the perfect orgasm. her smile stretched her face as she pushed her head further, welcoming his whole length down her throat. her fingers gently caressed his balls as she just moaned deeply.

she knew he was close, she could feel it. she saw it on his face: the tensed features, the shorter breath. it was only a matter of seconds until he would spill his see in her mouth. invade it, fill it, claim it. she would then swallow it and lick the few remains of his juice on his shaft, as if she would hide the evidence that something obscene happened on that rock.

popping his cock out of his mouth, emily applied light pressures on the top of it while she stroked it. "come on baby, i know you are close..." her tongue lapped his tip as her green hues watched him with intensity.

The sight of her tongue extending to meet the sensitive tip of his cock sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body. His hands instinctively moved to tangle in her silky hair, guiding her movements with gentle pressure.

"God, yes," he managed to rasp, his voice thick with desire. The professional composure he maintained in the lecture hall had completely dissolved, replaced by raw need and overwhelming pleasure. His hips involuntarily pushed forward, seeking more of her warm, welcoming mouth.

Emily's technique was masterful - the way she alternated between deep, throat-constricting swallows and teasing flicks of her tongue along his most sensitive spots. Erik could feel the tension building in his core, his muscles tightening as waves of sensation coursed through him. The knowledge that they were in a semi-public space only heightened his arousal, the thrill of potential discovery adding an intoxicating edge to their intimate moment.

His eyes rolled back as she took him deeper, her dedication evident in every calculated movement of her head and tongue.

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mary looked at the council as she felt august gripping her hips possessively, his cock teasing her entrance. she moaned lowly, feeling how her clit throbbed at the feeling of the cock of his head caressing it. "oh august..." she whispered, closed her eyes and bit her lip. she knew that she would be certainly turned on if she witnessed them both fucking.

as he commented that she was a perfect queen, the woman smiled and turned her head. "i am eager to please my husband and make sure he doesn't miss of anything." her own hands now traveled through her body to caress her breasts. she pinched her own nipples and moaned of pleasure. "i want my king to claim me, breed me. i want my king to show everybody that i am his queen and no one else."

the moment he entered her, mary moaned and watched the council. as neutral as they looked, she knew that some of them wouldn't be indifferent to the scene. a beautiful woman being exposed and fucked by her handsome king, this was surely a tradition made by men. she bit her lip as she turned her head and whispered. "take me, baby. i am ready for you."

she arched her back even more to give him better access. her breasts were pressed together, nipples pointing at the council as she opened her mouth and moaned. "yes, my king..." she closed her eyes, smiling as this was incredibly hot. "fuck me..."

August's hands gripped her hips possessively as he positioned himself at her entrance, the heat of her arousal evident against his throbbing length. He leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered in a voice thick with authority and desire.

"Such a perfect queen," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "So eager to fulfill your duty." His hands traced along her curves as he teased her, sliding his cock along her wetness without entering, making her gasp with need. "Tell me again what you want, my queen. Let them all hear how desperately you need your king."

The council watched in reverent silence as August slowly began to push inside her, his movements deliberate and controlled. He savoured every inch as he claimed her, his voice a low growl in her ear. "Feel how perfectly you take me," he breathed, his hands steadying her trembling form. "Your body was made for this, made to bear my heirs."

He established a slow, deep rhythm that had her crying out his name, each thrust calculated to drive her wild with pleasure. "That's it," he praised, his voice commanding yet tender. "Show them how their queen surrenders."

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when kate woke up the next day, duncan was cooing in his crib. she smiled gently and turned her head to see her husband by her side. this was a beautiful image that she cherished dearly in her heart. she had everything she wanted now: a handsome man, loving her with all his heart, and a perfect son, the perfect mix of them both. her heart was fulfilled, her mind was at ease. that was the beautiful feeling of being home.

putting a robe, kate slowly stood out of the bed to carry duncan to the chair. she fed him and waited until rosie knocked on the door. the maid had heart that jorah was back the night before and knew that both would certainly need some time together. "let me take this little mister out for a walk. i need to buy supplies at the market." she said in a soft voice, her smile growing.

kate trusted rosie, more than anyone else. she had been there for her all this time, helped her take care of duncan when doubts invaded her at nights. she discovered motherhood and yet, felt incredibly nervous and scared of doing something wrong with her baby.

"this sounds good, thank you rosie." kate whispered. the maid gently took duncan in her arms and whispered back. "go back to sleep, lady mormont. you need a good rest with your husband." kate smiled at her as she walked away with duncan, knowing that the baby boy would get a bath, dressed and enjoy some of the fresh air outside.

kate walked back to the bed and slid under the warm blankets. her body went straight close to jorah's as she hummed of happiness. he was home, she was now complete. her kips gently pressed against his cheek as she nuzzled her face in his neck, reconnecting completely with him.

Jorah didn’t fully wake when Duncan’s cries rang out, but they pierced the edge of his sleep like a blade through mist. He felt the shift of the bed, the slight weight of Kate rising from beside him. His instincts stirred, years of battle-hardened awareness urging him to move, but then he heard her, quiet and calm, padding softly across the room. He stayed still, listening. Her lullaby was soft, a sweet hum from the back of her throat, the same one he’d heard her use before naps in the early days. It soothed Duncan within seconds and, though she didn’t know it, it soothed Jorah too.

He heard the creak of the chair as she sat, then the gentle rustle of fabric. Their son latched with a familiar greed, and Jorah heard her sigh—not in pain, but in the wearied patience only a mother could carry. He knew the sound now. He’d heard it in letters, in her inked words describing the long nights and feeding battles. But here, now, he could hear it for himself. And it cut him in a different way.

She’d done it all. For months. Alone. Not because she had to, but because she chose to. Because she loved their son that deeply. Because she loved him enough to endure.

When she finally slid back into bed, Jorah turned to her instantly, his arm pulling her tight before she even settled. Her skin was cool from the air, but she melted into him like she was made for it—like they were two halves being joined again. He pressed a kiss into her hair, his fingers spreading across her back like a silent promise.

He didn’t speak, didn’t want to wake her, but he stayed awake just a bit longer, long enough to feel the rise and fall of her breath against him, to take in the faint scent of her skin, and to understand the weight she’d carried every single day he’d been gone. Pride bloomed in his chest, tangled with guilt and something deeper, something softer.

Holding her now, with Duncan sleeping peacefully nearby, Jorah made a vow that wrapped around his heart like iron: she would never carry this burden alone again. Not if he could help it. Not while he still drew breath.

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daphne looked at henrik in the eyes when he spoke those words. her smile grew as she found him sexier than ever. the way he claimed her to be the only woman he wanted to touch, feel, fuck, made her feel so incredibly special. she smiled at him, her green hues sparkling with admiration for the king of denmark. she wanted to be his one and only, wanted to go with him to his country and learn the culture and traditions.

as he pinned her on the mattress, daphne smiled at him. his words drove her crazy, her nipples hardened as she just closed her eyes. "yes, baby... i want everybody to know that i was claimed several days ago.. that i am no longer worthy of an arrange marriage, if it's not with you." she whispered as she looked at him in the eyes.

she was sure of what she just said: daphne wanted to marry henrik and no one else. she would certainly make sure that it works this way. feeling his fingers now caressing her breasts, the woman closed her eyes and moaned of pleasure. "oh henrik..." she arched her back and just bit her lip as she opened her eyes again and whispered.

"i don't want you to leave soon.." she whispered, her green hues now showing vulnerability. he had taken her virginity and her heart. she wanted to be the only woman of his life, just like he was the first and last man she would have in her bed. the woman closed her eyes for a few seconds and hummed of pleasure. she knew that if anyone saw them, they would see the princess completely naked under the king of denmark's muscled body.

something quite hot to her eyes actually. she wanted the whole castle to see that she was now claimed by the king of denmark.

Henrik's eyes darkened at her words. With a swift motion, he lifted her from the chair, his strong hands gripping her thighs as he carried her to the bed. Her weight was nothing to him, and he relished the way she clung to his shoulders. "Any woman?" he growled, laying her down on the soft mattress. "No, Daphne. Not any woman. You."

He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his grip firm but not painful. The position arched her back slightly, making her breasts rise toward him in silent offering. Henrik's free hand traced down her neck, across her collarbone, hovering just above where she wanted him most.

"I want them to know exactly who is making you scream," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want every servant, every guard, every noble in this castle to know that it is Henrik, King of Denmark, who has turned their prim princess into a wanton woman."

His fingers finally descended, skimming over the swell of her breast, circling but never quite touching her nipple. Daphne squirmed beneath him, seeking more contact, but he kept her pinned firmly to keep her in place.

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@potensreginae asked: Alastair gave Kate a smile, wearing his ‘blend in with the common folk’ clothing, and using temporary dye to lighten his hair to a less intense shade of red. “Excuse me? Miss? When you’re free, I’d like to purchase an ale please,” he informed Kate, his eyes softer than his usual, steely military stare from his days in armor. “And call me Al if you’re open to it,” he added, playfully yet not disrespectfully winking at her

kate was overwhelmed that evening as it seemed a few knights had decided to spend some good time in great company at the tavern. walking around, the woman set back the chops of ale on the table, feeling some hands sometimes touching her body. she was tired, tensed as this job wasn't the easiest. she hated it but had no other choice than to work in this place, if she ever wanted to save money and run away.

hearing the voice of a man asking her for ale, the woman turned her head and noticed an unfamiliar face. he was even polite, which was something quite rare nowadays. the woman offered him one of her kind smiles before nodding. "of course, al. i'll be yours in a second. you can call me kate." she said warmly before walking behind the bar and preparing a chop of ale for him. "there you go."

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kate smiled at jorah's words. the way he called duncan their little tyrant was quite amusing. it was true that ever since he was born, her needs were put after. it was all about him, about protecting him, feeding him and show him the few things he could learn at his young age. she would eat after, or sometimes every skip a meal and simply eat the rests in the evening. her sleep was now divided as she would wake up more often to feed him.

"he may be a tyrant, but he's still a wonderful little baby." she whispered in jorah's arms, closing her eyes as she could feel her exhaustion now invading her. the woman hummed and just breathed deeply, for once relaxing as jorah was back. holding her tight and protecting her from anything.

a few hours later, duncan woke up and cried. kate walked out of the bed and slowly picked him up in her arms, patted his back before walking around the room. she hummed a soft lullaby for her son before slowly sitting on the chair. as she opened her gown, duncan grabbed her breast and immediately.

his little hand caressed her soft skin and kate just rested her head against the chair, relaxing and hissing sometimes as duncan's teeth would bite her. she gently caressed his head until he decided to was now okay to return to sleep. slowly putting him back in his crib, kate rocked him lightly before returning back to jorah's arms. as she slid into them, kate found immediate sleep, knowing that rosie would pick duncan in two hours and let her sleep longer.

Jorah’s grin softened as her words wrapped around him like a balm, easing the last weight of the months he’d spent apart from her. Her laughter, the ease in her voice, it all felt like home in its truest form. He leaned in to kiss her again, slower this time, savouring the way she melted under his touch.

“You’ve earned the sleep of queens, love,” he murmured against her lips, brushing her hair back as his eyes wandered over her tired, beautiful face. “Feeding our boy, raising him while I was off chasing shadows… you’re the strong one. I just swing a sword.” His thumb skimmed over her cheek. “But hearing that from you—gods, Kate, you don’t know what that does to me.”

He shifted beside her, tucking her close, careful not to press too much weight on her. She looked ready to drop. Still, her warmth, the way she curled into him, sent a slow ache through his chest that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with love.

“I love you more than I can say,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Sleep, now. Before that tyrant of ours wakes again and steals you away from me.”

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daphne looked at her king as he murmured those words and kissed her. she closed her eyes and hummed lowly before then looking back at him and whispering: "i just wonder... because what you are giving me right now is pure pleasure.. i have never experienced this before and i feel addicted to it. i want more. i want to learn more and be your naughty princess."

the image of someone walking on them, finding daphne mounted by henrik was quite hot. she could imagine the whispers of the maids talking about how the prude little princess was now becoming the equal of a tavern whore. her smile grew as she became proud of this. whispers in the corridors about how the king of denmark was now fucking the daughter of his ally.

as henrik explained to her the countless ways of pleasuring herself, her green hues looked at him with interest. "how.." she whispered simply, hearing his voice becoming slightly rougher. her smile grew as he suggested that he could show her how to touch herself. "oh yes, please..." she caressed his face as she bit her lip. "i am afraid of the day you will leave back to denmark.. how will i survive without you here?"

her worry of never seeing him again increased as she wondered: will she ever be able to feel sexually happy without henrik? she doubted it greatly. her hands caressed his chest as she looked at him leaning closer. "i want that. i want that the castle hears my moans, that they hear the king of denmark enjoying some sexy time with a woman. any woman..." she added sensually.

Henrik felt his chest tighten with affection as he gazed down at her curious, earnest face. The firelight danced across her features, illuminating the genuine hunger for knowledge in her eyes. He cupped her face gently in his hands, marveling at how she could ask such intimate questions with both innocence and boldness.

"My beautiful, eager student," he murmured, pressing his lips to hers in a slow, deep kiss that made his pulse quicken. When he pulled back, he couldn't suppress the smile that spread across his face. "Your willingness to explore, to learn… it drives me wild."

He traced his thumb along her lower lip, feeling the soft warmth of her skin. "There are countless ways for you to discover pleasure, my love. A woman's body holds secrets that even she might not know." His voice dropped lower, rougher. "I could show you how to touch yourself, how to find that perfect rhythm that makes you arch and gasp. I could teach you how women can bring each other to heights of ecstasy with nothing but fingers and tongues."

The heat in her eyes made his blood surge. He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell me, Daphne… do you want me to make you scream with pleasure tonight? Make you lose your voice from crying out my name?"

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the fact that august spoke those magical words back filled her heart with love and desire for him. her fears slowly vanished as she felt that she was now safe, protected by her king and his strong arms. her smile grew as she looked at the council, standing tall and proud in front of them.

as she felt august positioning himself behind her, the woman slowly caressed herself. her fingers slid along her soft skin, caressing her breasts, her nipples and going lower. slowly parting her legs, the woman just bit her lip as her fingers caressed her clit, feeling her cunt swelling as she breathed lowly.

the way august spoke those words made her gather more courage. she smiled and whispered: "a king deserves the right queen. the one who will welcome his big cock, scream his name and let him fill her womb until the last drop breeds her." she turned her head to look at august and whispered: "and i am ready for it. i am ready to produce the heir of your dreams."

feeling his hard cock now, the woman breathed deeply. she tilted her head back, arched her back and let her breasts now at the view of everybody. she bit her lip and whispered. "take me, my king. i am all yours and i am ready to be bred by you." she spoke, this time slightly louder for the council to hear that she was ready. her cunt let some of her arousal drop on the floor as she felt her fingers becoming wetter.

August felt something shift inside his chest at her words, a warmth that spread through him like wine. The vulnerability in her green eyes, the way she trembled slightly despite her brave stance before the council—it undid something in him he hadn't expected.

"And I love you," he murmured against her ear, his voice rough with emotion he hadn't planned to feel. The admission surprised him with its truth. "My brave queen."

His hands found her waist, fingers splaying across her warm skin as he drank in the sight of her naked form. She was magnificent—curves that begged for his touch, skin like silk beneath his palms. The council's approving murmurs faded to background noise as he traced the line of her spine, feeling her shiver under his caress.

August positioned himself behind her, his body shielding her from the worst of their audience's hungry stares. His lips found the curve of her shoulder, pressing soft kisses there as his hands roamed her body with reverent appreciation.

"You're perfect," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. "Look at you, standing so proudly before them. My fearless wife."

He felt himself hardening as he pressed against her, his cock finding the warmth between her thighs. The soft gasp that escaped her lips sent fire through his veins. "I'm going to make you mine now," he breathed into her ear, his voice dropping to a husky whisper meant only for her. "Right here, and show them that you are my worthy queen."

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emily looked at erik as he revealed his hard cock and stroked it in front of her. her smile grew as she licked her lips and breathed deeply. "of course i can return the favor, my love." she smiled warmly, finding his cock so beautifully hard. the head of it was red, ready to spill some of his cum on her delicate mouth.

slowly approaching her fiancé, emily smiled and stroked his cock first. she looked at him in the eyes and made sure to press her breasts together, fondle them with her free hand as her tongue rolled on her lips in anticipation of what was about to come.

slowly approaching, emily wrapped her mouth around his cock and pushed her head to welcome it fully. her tongue wrapped around his shaft as her green hues looked up at erik while her mouth stretched to take him fully. her hand caressed his balls as she started bobbing her head, like the thirsty little slut that she was.

moaning at this amazing feeling, emily just gave all of herself in sucking her future husband with so much precision and devotion. she knew that anyone could see them and was proud to show people how much of a slut she was for her fiancé. she popped his cock out of her mouth and tapped the tip of it on her tongue.

"like that, my hot professor?"

Erik smirked, watching Emily's face still glowing from her orgasm. He ran his thumb along his lower lip, tasting her again as he wiped his mouth. His cock throbbed painfully.

"Look what you did to me," he said, his voice husky as he slowly stroked himself. The sight of Emily sitting there, legs still spread, her pussy glistening in the sunlight, made his mouth water all over again.

He stood up, towering over her on the rock, the ocean spray cooling his heated skin. His eyes never left hers as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down, freeing his erection. The relief was immediate, but the need remained urgent.

"Think you could return the favor?" Erik asked, wrapping his hand around his shaft. He gave himself a slow stroke, watching her reaction. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

The breeze picked up, sending a chill across his wet skin, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning inside him. He stepped closer, close enough that Emily only had to lean forward slightly to reach him.

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kate was a mess under jorah, completely undone. her breasts were leaking but she could feel his tongue licking her nipples, making her now hotter than ever. as he claimed that her body was his, her smile grew wider as she whispered: "of course it is, jorah. this body is yours and only yours. forever." she promised, her hand caressing his face tenderly.

his comment made her laugh as she sighed: "you've got your point here. you have the energy of a young man. i am the one having the energy of an old lady." she smirked before then adding: "feeding your son requires a lot of energy." she bit her lip.

"my old man is the hottest, the most sensual and the one who makes me wet in the blink of an eye. i would never want any other man than you to touch my body." she promised sincerely before just humming and relaxing under him. as he shifted his weight, the woman kissed his lips tenderly and she whispered.

"i love you, jorah..." her smile grew as she brushed her fingers in his hair. her smile was warm although she looked exhausted. it was only a few hours before duncan would wake up and require her breast again.

Jorah's body tensed as he felt her walls contracting around him, her release triggering his own. He groaned deeply, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as he emptied himself inside her. The sight of milk beading at her nipples sent a primal surge through him, and he lowered his head to catch a droplet with his tongue.

"This body," he murmured, tracing a finger down the curve of her breast, circling the wet nipple, "belongs to me. Every inch of it." He leaned down to kiss her, tasting himself on her lips. "

"That's three times tonight," he panted against her skin, his breath hot and ragged. "And you called me old earlier." He chuckled, the vibration of his chest pressed against hers. "Not bad for an old man, wouldn't you say?"

He shifted his weight, careful not to crush her, but maintained their connection. Her skin was flushed pink, her hair wild around her face. Jorah brushed a strand away from her eyes, savouring the way she looked completely undone beneath him.

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feeling henrik coming behind her, daphne shivered lightly. her nipples hardened as she just watched her skin shine via the firelight. her head turned as she watched his handsome features, finding him handsomer than ever. it was such an intimate moment that made her heart swell with pride. her lips kissed his for a few seconds, before thinking about his question.

"i... i don't know." daphne admitted, slightly embarrassed. "i do not know what else i could imagine. i have learned how to taste you, feel you. this feeling of your cock down my throat was incredible." her smile grew as she described the sensations she experienced.

as she turned around to face him, daphne looked at her king and couldn't be more in love with him than now. she caressed his cheek tenderly as she whispered. "what else should i learn from you, my king?" she approached him closer as she kissed his lips, lifting herself on her toes to reach his height.

"is there another way a woman should please her man? or how would a woman please herself? can a woman feel pleasure with only a man or women can also give themselves pleasure? men also?" now so many questions invaded her mind and she felt slightly silly for asking them to her king.

"forgive me for my ignorance."

Henrik's chest still rose and fell with the aftershocks of his release. Watching her clean herself stirred something primal in him, the sight of her wiping away his essence from her pale skin, the gentle care she took with the warm cloth, the satisfied smile playing at her lips. She was magnificent like this, marked by him, belonging to him completely.

He rose from the bed, crossing to where she stood by the fireplace and stood behind her. The flickering flames cast golden shadows across her naked form, and he couldn't resist reaching out to trace the curve of her spine with his fingertips.

His hands found her shoulders, and he pressed his lips to the tender spot where her neck met her collarbone. Her skin tasted faintly of salt and warmth, and he breathed in her familiar scent—lavender and something uniquely Daphne that made his pulse quicken even now.

"Tell me," he murmured against her shoulder, his voice rough with spent passion. "What else have you imagined me doing to you?"

He felt her shiver beneath his touch, and the knowledge that his words affected her so deeply sent a thrill through him. There was still so much he wanted to teach her, so many ways he could show her pleasure. The thought of exploring every fantasy that had bloomed in her innocent mind made him want her all over again.

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mary stood in front of the council, looking at every single one of the members and glaring at them. they wanted to judge her? she would judge them in return. they would soon have to learn that as their new queen, mary deserved to be respected. if not for her sake, for august's. her green hues darkened as she felt then august kissing her skin.

feeling him finding the hem of her dress and lifting it to feel her naked body made her breathe lowly. the woman just hummed as she unlaced the corset herself. it they wanted to see, they would see everything. it took her a lot of strength and courage but she was willing to show that as a queen, she would not be intimidated.

the dress fell down and revealed her round breasts, perky nipples pointing already as the skirt slid down her legs and revealed her cunt as well as her round ass. she breathed lowly and turned her head to look at august in the eyes. a part of her hesitated but felt the need to express her feelings towards her king. it was such an intimate moment and she felt that it was the right time to show him.

"august..." she whispered lowly, so low that only august would hear her. the council watched them, quite intrigued by what the woman was now whispering to her king. they wanted to know as well but figured they would eventually find out later. their eyes looked at her body and nodded slowly, approving her body to sire an heir soon.

her lips brushed lightly against august's as she still stood there, naked in front of the council. her hand caressed his face and she looked at him in the eyes before whispering with all her heart in her tone.

"i love you."

she gulped slowly before pressing her lips against his. she added: "i know this is quite early, but i do want to tell you that i love you. you are my king, my husband and this is the biggest honor you give me by making me yours." she paused before resting her face against his. she was ready, ready to sire an heir, be his queen and show him all her devotion.

August felt the shift in Mary the moment they stepped from the warmth of the feast into the cold silence of the corridor. Her hand, still in his, was steady but tense. He didn’t need her to speak to know what weighed on her—he could feel it in the rhythm of her breath, the way her steps slowed just slightly as they neared the chamber. He said nothing, only lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles softly, the same way he had earlier, but slower this time. A gesture not of courtly politeness, but of quiet devotion.

When they entered, he felt the full force of the room’s scrutiny. The council stood as tradition demanded, their faces carved from stone—expressionless, yet layered with meaning. Approval was not offered. It was withheld, guarded, measured. August didn’t look at them. He didn’t need to. He saw Mary’s back straighten beside him, felt the subtle fire building in her posture, and he knew: they could glare all they wanted. She would not shrink.

Before the ceremonial bed, he turned to her fully, his hand gently sliding to her shoulder. He bent forward and pressed his lips to her skin—tenderly, reverently—then pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “Are you ready?” he whispered, his voice low and meant only for her, even if others were listening. Her response came soft but sure, “I am, husband.”

In that moment, August saw her not as the girl they doubted, but the woman who had walked into the heart of judgment and stood unshaken. The rest of the room disappeared. The council, the ceremony, the weight of royal tradition. It all faded. There was only her and him. This moment was theirs, even in the eyes of those who sought to make it something else. And he would make sure she felt nothing but wanted. Respected. Safe. Loved.

He guided her movements with gentle hands, turning her slowly until she faced the assembled council. The rustle of her silk gown seemed unnaturally loud in the hushed chamber. August's fingers found the hem of her dress, the fabric soft and cool against his palms as he lifted it to se her bare underneath. He smiled down at her, his fingers moving to rub at her folds and he leaned over her to kiss her shoulder.

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emily screamed of pleasure, lying on this rock all vulnerable and with her legs wide opened for her fiancé. seeing him with his head completely buried into her was so hot. her legs were held by her own hands while her hips rolled under his mouth. "fuck, baby it's so good..." she whispered, closing her eyes as she moaned louder. the image playing in her mind was gorgeous and she knew that this could make anyone cum at the sight of them.

feeling erik doubling his efforts brought her closer to her own climax. "baby..." she warned, feeling soon her body contracting as her cunt spilled her own juices on his tongue and face. it was rare that emily cummed so hardly, but when she did, it was pure bliss and she knew her fiancé would be proud of her.

"fuck!" she shouted, having her body shake under him. "oh erik..." she moaned, feeling now completely exhausted under him. the waves crashed against the rock and sprayed coolness on them. she moaned and looked down at her fiancé, a smile coming across her face. "fuck that was hot, my love..." she smirked and bit her lip.

her hand caressed his face tenderly as she just slowly sat, legs still opened for him to see the mess that she was. her cunt was creamy now as she cummed, feeling completely claimed by him. "you are so good with your tongue..."

Erik's mouth curved into a wicked grin against her slick heat, her desperate pleas driving him wild with hunger. Her taste flooded his senses - sweet, intoxicating, purely Emily. He pressed his tongue deeper, exploring every fold and sensitive spot that made her writhe beneath him. The way she rolled her hips against his face, using his mouth for her pleasure, sent fire racing through his veins.

Her screams grew louder, more desperate, and Erik felt his own arousal become unbearable. Without breaking the rhythm of his tongue against her clit, he reached down between his legs with his free hand. His fingers wrapped around his hard length, already slick with precum from listening to her wanton cries.

He stroked himself slowly at first, matching the pace of his tongue as it circled and flicked against her most sensitive spots. Emily's thighs trembled on either side of his head, and he could feel her getting closer to the edge. The knowledge that he was bringing her such intense pleasure made him grip himself tighter, his own need building with each pornographic moan that fell from her lips.

Erik doubled his efforts, sucking her clit between his lips while his tongue worked mercilessly to bring her to release.

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as jorah gripped her full breast roughly, kate cried out of pain and pleasure. the soreness, the pain in her engorged breasts made them more sensitive. her nipples, as hard as rock, were now burning under his touch, making her moan deeply. "oh jorah..." she breathed out, whispering: "i am only yours, i promise you that..."

feeling his thrusts deeper into her, the woman closed her eyes and bit her lip. "fuck, baby..." she smiled and opened her eyes to look at his deep blue ones. "i am your whore, your one and only whore. this cunt will only be filled by your cock, your cum." she whispered before adding: "only your heirs will come out of it."

she moaned louder this time, feeling her orgasm build. she was lying under jorah, her legs resting on his shoulders to allow him to go deeper into her. "yes... baby.. i am coming." she warned, knowing her pleasure was imminent. she had waited too long to have him into her, making her cum over and over again.

"jorah!" kate cried out, feeling now milk leaking out of her nipples as her whole body tensed and let her orgasm go.

Jorah, enraptured by her fire, plunged himself deep into her wet heat. He felt their bodies collide, the wetness of their union coating them both. Panting, he bit her neck hard, leaving a mark that burned as hot as their passion. "You're mine, Kate," he growled in her ear. "Only mine."

He obliged her, picking up the pace of his thrusts, slamming into her with a ferocity born of months apart.

Jorah's large hands gripped her full breasts roughly, kneading them and twisting her nipples mercilessly, wanting Kate to cry out again, this time with a mix of pain and pleasure. He was her husband, her lover, and now he was hers again, reclaim

"My whore," he groaned, the word not an insult but a praise between them. "My beautiful whore who waits for me, who keeps herself only for me." Her body yielded to him completely, her wetness making it easy for him to thrust harder, deeper.

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daphne watched henrik stroke himself in front of her. this was the hottest view she ever saw in her life: the handsomest man she has ever met, the one her heart longed for, her own king, stroking his hard length in front of her. there was something extremely beautiful in the act, a quiet feeling of love declaration between two beings who felt intimately bonded.

fondling her breasts, her green hues watched his cock with fascination, still not believing how it was responsible of so many orgasms she had. ever since he took her virginity, daphne opened her eyes about sex and wanted to learn all sorts of pleasure. it opened her mind, made her want to experience more.

as his cock finally spilled the thick loads of cum, daphne felt her breasts being covered with cum. she moaned lightly and looked up at henrik, now her pale skin being painted in white with his cum. her smile grew and whispered: "that was so beautiful..." she could replay in her mind the head of his cock spilling all those ropes of cum. it was so fascinating.

slowly standing up, daphne looked at henrik in the eyes. her smile grew tender as she pressed her lips against his and whispered: "that was beautiful.. thank you for teaching me how to please you." she loved feeling his cock going so far in her mouth, down her throat, claiming her. the woman pulled away for a few seconds before walking to the fireplace, where a bucket of water was warming.

taking a cloth and wetting it, daphne cleaned her breasts gently. an intimate gesture that made her smile. henrik marked her, claimed her and made her his. he cummed so many times in her, she knew that no other man shall ever do this. her body belonged to henrik and she would certainly do anything in her power to remain his.

Henrik's breath caught as he watched her, his pulse hammering in his temples. The sight of her fingers working her breasts, the way she looked up at him with those wide, curious eyes—it sent fire racing through his veins. He gripped himself harder, his hand moving with desperate urgency as pre-cum beaded at his tip.

"You want to see me spill on those perfect breasts?" His voice came out rough, strained. "Watch closely then, my sweet girl. Watch how hard you make me."

His thumb swept over the sensitive head of his cock, spreading the slick moisture there. The sensation made his hips jerk forward involuntarily. He could feel the pressure building, coiling tight in his lower belly like a spring wound too far.

"God, the way you look at me," he growled, his hand working faster now, the wet sounds filling the space between them. "Those innocent eyes while you beg for my cum. You're going to look so beautiful painted with it."

The heat was climbing higher, his breathing turning ragged. He could see her chest rising and falling, could smell the musk of her arousal mixing with his own. His free hand reached out to cup her cheek, thumb brushing over her swollen lips.

"I'm close," he warned, his voice breaking slightly. "So close, darling. Keep looking at me just like that."

Henrik felt the familiar tightening in his groin, that exquisite pressure building to its inevitable release. He watched Daphne's face as she fondled herself, her eyes never leaving his cock. The sight of her waiting, wanting to witness his climax, pushed him over the edge as he came in spurts with each pulse of his cum. Soon her skin was painted with thick ropes.

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mary could feel the weight on her shoulders. as she walked out of the hall and followed august in the direction of the council chambers, her heart started racing. it felt quite intimidating to know that these old men would witness them making love. she didn't mind having anyone watching them, however, these men were the same men who judged her for who she was and where she came from.

she couldn't tell if august sensed her nervousness or if he just genuinely wanted to reassure her. feeling his lips gently kissing her knuckles, the woman smiled shyly at her husband and nodded quietly. no words were needed, they both knew what was about to happen and she knew that she was safe with august by her side.

as they entered the room, the men stood up and mary looked at them. the same expressions on their faces, solemn nods and yet, judgemental and quiet disapproving looks. mary glared at them as she felt anger build: she may come from a different background, she still was willing to prove her good heart and her love for august. she wasn't marrying him for the crown, she was marrying him because she loved him.

as she stood in front of the ceremonial bed, mary looked up at august and let him kiss her shoulder. she heard his words and whispered: "i am, husband." she took a deep breath and looked at him in the eyes. she tried to think that they were in their own bubble. no one was around them, they were just the two of them, ready to make love. she gently pressed her lips against his, her hand caressing his cheek sweetly as she just gently unlaced her own corset.

the laces loosened and her corset opened more, revealing the round shape of her breasts. her nipples were still hidden by the fabric of her wedding dress while her green hues looked at august's deep blue ones for reassurance. she could see from the corner of her eye the nobles sitting straight, used to seeing this kind of ceremony. it was part of the tradition, from one king to another. they had to make sure an heir would be soon on their way.

August caught Mary’s quiet wonder as she tasted the cake, the unfamiliar richness playing across her tongue. When she whispered her question, his eyes lit with a soft smile.“That, my queen,” he said quietly, “is made with honey from the royal hives and spiced with cinnamon—ingredients reserved for feasts like this. It’s a taste of the court, something rare and sweet, just like you deserve.”

He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his voice gentle but filled with pride. “I want you to know every flavor of this life, Mary. Not because you must, but because you deserve it.”

As the music faded into the background and murmurs of courtly gossip rose like smoke, August gave a final nod to the nearest noble and turned to Mary, his hand wrapping gently around hers. Without a word, he guided her from the great hall, his stride steady, composed, but with a purpose she could feel in the quiet tension of his grip. The massive doors of the feast closed behind them, muffling the laughter and fading the scent of wine and spice into memory. In its place came silence—and the echo of their footsteps down the long stone corridor.

The council chamber was just beyond the next archway, lit with high windows and flickering sconces, quieter than the hall but no less imposing. It was not a place of celebration, but of scrutiny. He could already feel the weight of the old men waiting inside—lords with silver in their beards and steel in their eyes, men who had served his father and grandfather and still clung to the old order like dust to banners. They were ready for her. Ready to watch, to question, to judge.

August paused outside the chamber door. He turned to Mary, looking at her fully, searching her face not for hesitation, but for strength—and finding it. Without speaking, he reached up and gently adjusted her veil, smoothing it behind her shoulder. Then, with quiet finality, he brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. A silent vow. A reassurance. You are mine, and I am yours. Let them look. Let them talk.

Then, with a breath, he pushed open the door.

The lords stood as they entered. August didn’t flinch. He walked forward, tall and calm, his hand still holding Mary’s. He did not introduce her as an outsider, nor explain her presence. They had married, he was kign and she was queen. He guided her to the ceremonial bed where they were expected and pulld her close with a gentle kiss in her shoulder.

“Ready, wife?”