so, then, why are you mewling on the large, grand bed that had been covered in layers of luxurious velvet blankets, meticulously crafted for a night of comfort? why are your thighs tight around her head as her tongue slathers spit all over your folds, both of which you can feel dripping with thick wetness from every gush that leaks out of your pussy? why is your mind numbed and wrung out from every burning ember of rage that had bored holes into your thoughts just hours ago? why are you bucking your hips against her soft lips, the bump of her scar sliding across your clit? why is nothing on your mind but her?

"not so mouthy now, huh?" she drawls, and you grit your teeth at the snark in her voice.

"I think you're already doing enough mouthing for the both of us," you try to retort back, your voice too whine-filled to sound firm with conviction.

"well, someone's gotta get this pussy wet," she mumbles against your cunt, landing a sloppy kiss to your clit that sends pleasure skyrocketing through you. "it might as well be me, considering you're my wife."

your stomach flips at the word, the connotation one that's so possessive that you nearly forget that she's a stranger at best, a lifelong enemy at worse.

"o-only doing it out of obligation, then?" you challenge, your voice unravelling at the seams as her long finger begins to push into the tight rim of your cunt, sliding against the rough texture of your insides.

"yeah," she responds, her grey eyes honed in on you, like a predator finding her next meal caught in a trap. holding your gaze in her own, she flattens her tongue, dragging it up the swollen shape of your clit, sending your vision aflame as you squeeze your eyes shut. "why, you think I'd actually want you?"

just out of spite, you lock your legs tighter, keeping her face shoved into your pussy. a raspy, deep groan hurls from her mouth, and you grin in victory at the sound of it. however, your satisfied expression is soon shattered as her lips encircle your clit and begin peppering it with short-lived, hard sucks that send you shaking like a leaf.

"yeah, I think you do," you laugh, the noise half a broken gasp with the deep throb sizzling in your sensitive bud as she tends to it diligently.

the sharp points of her prosthetic arm dig into the plush of your thigh, shoving it from her cheek so that she has space to breathe, sending you a sharp glare.

"fucking brat," she mutters. yet still, her eyes flutter shut as her tongue begins flicking wet little zig-zags against you, the quick, pressured motions making you tighten on her fingers. "I'm only doing this so you're wet enough to take my dick."

the filthy words send your walls spasming, clamping rapidly over her two thick fingers that are plunging into you without relent. streams of liquid gush from your hole, pouring out and immediately getting swiped up by the flat of her tongue, which continues lapping at your clit. the pleasure derived from the movements prolongs your orgasm, thighs aching with the amount of tension that punctures through them as you freeze up from your orgasm.

she darkly chuckles against you. "that did it for you?"

she slides her fingers out of your hole, which clenches down in protest, immediately longing for something to stretch it full. you hope that by sheer willpower, such a thought can be wrenched out of your cloud of lust. you shouldn't want any part of her inside of you. her fingers are already bad enough as is. after all, you had vowed to yourself earlier that day that you wouldn't let her brush a mere finger on even a patch of skin.

but, then, she had cornered you to the wall, towering over you, her breath, smelling of cigar smoke, fanning over your face and coating it in bitter warmth. she had taunted you for how inexperienced you must be, for she knew that your people like to keep their chastity until marriage. she had asked you in a low, velvety voice if you had ever fucked yourself, if you had ever sated your curiosity of what it is to have cock stuffing your holes full. you had kept your mouth clamped shut, but apparently it was to no avail, considering she was a master of body language. the stiffening of your body, the hitch of your breath, the widening of your eyes -- they had all proven to be telltale signs for her, unravelling your secrets of using dildos of different sizes and lengths, burying them to the hilt until your sweet spot was slammed into with every thrust.

her lips had brushed over your cheek, gliding over the pimples that had been produced by the sugary sweets that had been fed to you at the engagement party. she had whispered that she has a real one, one that's warm and that you'll feel getting harder inside you. one with balls filled with seed, ready to be poured into you. the lewdness of her words had sent equal measures of fascination and disgust unfurling within you. your kingdom was vehemently against such crude language, as well as the embracing of heated touches and aroused-filled gazes. everything was kept to the walls of a home, hidden from the public. it had even taken months of scouring for you to secure yourself the most scandalous of erotic books, and you're royalty, for goodness' sake.

but, those books don't at all compare to the real thing. not when the head of sevika's cock is beginning to sink into your hole, hot and soft as it glides through your thick arousal. you should be shoving her away, kicking at her crotch, cursing at her. but, instead, your legs instinctually wrap around her trimmed waist, hands desperately clawing at her back through the white, billowy shirt she sported all day under her velvet vest that had been embroidered with the fire emblem of her kingdom. you had nearly spat on it when her face, twisted with snark, had come down the alter and stopped in front of yours.

"oh," you moan, the noise nearly wounded with how high and desperate it is. your eyes are squeezed shut, guilt churning in your stomach, holding you back from resting your gaze upon her and sharing something as vulnerable as eye contact. but, still, you feel her, all over. you feel the thick weight of her arms, propped on either side of your head, caging you in. you feel the hard grooves of her toned stomach flattened against yours. you feel the ripples of her back muscles as she tenses up, clearly resisting from going to fast. a fact which nearly makes you want to flutter your eyes open.

when she bottoms out, her balls gently smacking against your swollen, drenched pussy lips, a strangled cry flies from your mouth.

and your body immediately is seized by humiliation. you sound downright eager for her cock. what's wrong with you?

needing to lash out at anything, anyone, you grumble out through clenched teeth: "your size isn't that impressive. don't tell me your pacing is just as disappointing."

a soft snicker hits your face. "you trying to goad me into fucking you harder? who knew the princess was this nasty?"

your eyelids fling open, purely to send her a rage-filled glare. it's difficult, though, to keep your features as locked into tight anger when you take in the intimacy of the position. hovering above you, her dark hair fans over her face, the candlelight of the room coating her in a warm, orange glow. her lips are perked up in a small smile, and you notice for the first time it sends her nose wrinkling. the endearing detail makes you falter for a moment -- it's the first soft thing you have picked up on from her. it humanizes her, makes her undeniably real. a detailed person beyond the years of animosity between your respective kingdoms. your wife.

you swallow hard at the thought, looking away.

she tsks. "none of that," she mutters, her large hand cupping your jaw and coaxing you to look back at her. "you're gonna look at me when I take you."

as if to prove her point, her hips lift from their brace on yours, slipping her cock almost all the way out, only the head sucked in. a split second later, she rams back in, the entire length of her thrusting hard into you.

you softly wail, your hands darting up to find purchase on her curved biceps, digging your nails into them as she continues to push in and out of you, steadily pumping inside. your head sinks deeper into the plush pillow, vision slightly blurred as you watch her teeth bite down hard together, her little gap winking at you as she grunts with every thrust. her dark eyebrows are scrunched up, painting lines into her forehead, which is shiny with sweat. to know she's as affected as you is a cold comfort, and a stubborn urge stabs through you to break her down so she's even more of a mess than you are.

your legs tighten around her waist, urging her to press in closer, the weight of her strong, heavy body coating your skin in toasty warmth. your nails rake down her back, and you delight in the choked out gasp that shoots from her lips.

"what the fuck?" she hisses, her hand diving into your hair to yank you back, eyes narrowed on you as she keeps pumping in.

you could nearly cackle at her incredulity. "you deserve worse," you spit out.

she rolls her eyes, her breaths laboured as she says, "you know, I thought I'd go easy on you, but you're just a fucking--"

her hips begin to speed up, slamming into you with every push and pull, wet sounds ringing through the room from both of you being moist with sweat. her dick prods at your spongey little spot, and it causes bolts of ecstasy to zap through your body, making you nearly scream in pleasure, your mouth falling open. you can't tell if these brutal movements are meant to be a punishment, a reward or her simply giving into her desires that she had forced dormant up until this moment. no matter what, though, it makes your body shake under hers, your limbs scrambling to cling onto her tighter, wanting her full weight burying you into the mattress.

"you're just the same as the rest of them," she grunts, her voice biting and hard.

"and--and, ah, you aren't?" you pant, trying to sound sure of yourself in spite of the whines littering your words. "you disgust me."

to punctuate your words even further, you dig your nails into her arms again, wanting to mark her up and have her look upon the scratches the next day and remember that she's not invincible with you.

the pain only seems to egg her on, and she's rutting even faster now, her cock driving into you at an unfaltering pace that has pathetic little moans tumbling from your mouth, your entire pussy throbbing with arousal and unadulterated need.

"yeah? and whose seed do you think is gonna be buried in your tight little cunt tonight, huh? mine," she whispers, a satisfied, wicked grin curling at her lips. "the seed of your enemy, the load of the woman you hate, buried in you until you're carrying our heir."

it shouldn't make your mind so malleable, but the thought of her warm come getting dumped into your hole, pushed in until it swims in your womb, then getting your stomach swollen, has you sobbing in pleasure. the mere thought of how it'd feel sensation-wise, hot and thick, and the connotations of her claiming your body like this, truly uniting your beings in this way, has you dizzy. maybe the hopeless romantic in you is just piercing through this situation, but you can't resist how it makes your hole clench on her.

"I--I--" you stumble, too wrecked with desire to form a comeback.

"that's it, just give in," she breathes out, her dick continuing to jam into you, saliva hanging from her open mouth and splattering onto your cheek. the cool wetness of it has you shivering, fire rupturing through your body when her tongue drags along the blob, smearing it all over your cheek.

your own tongue lolls out on instinct, and you gasp softly when it accidentally swipes hers. her hips stutter, her head raising slightly, the two of you sharing a lingering stare that has your skin heating up. god, why are her eyes so pretty?

it takes only a split second of those very eyes glancing to your mouth before you surge up, capturing her lips.

she meets you there immediately, her lips pushing against yours, swallowing down your moans as her thumb begins to roughly flick at your clit. her tongue roves in, massaging yours with the careful precision only years of practice would have perfected. you're surprised at how bitter that knowledge tastes on your gums, through the crevices of your teeth. she's the first to take you this way, and as much as you hate it, you feel tethered to her now. she's the first to be inside of you, and feel your body in all its most private ways, and it makes you feel infinitely attached in a way that seems all too soft and tender for a marriage born out of desperation. but, her? she's had others before you. it causes an unexpected bolt of jealousy through you. you want this to matter to her too.

you kiss her harder, yearning for reassurance in some way, for you dare not confess to her where your thoughts are lingering. thankfully, she delivers, her teeth skimming along the plush of your bottom lip, and when you gasp from the sting of it, she sucks on your tongue, the motions sloppy and smooth.

"can I come in you?" she mumbles against your mouth. "we don't have to."

your fingers dig harder into her skin. any alternative feels unfathomable. "no, no, please, come in me. I--I need it, need your seed so bad, wanna feel it--"

she silences you with a harsh kiss, your teeth clashing together as she continues to furiously rub at your clit. when her finger pointedly strokes against the side of you hood, a surprisingly sensitive spot for you, your body suddenly seizes then breaks into long, rippling shudders. a long, husky wail breaks through the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping, your hole fluttering hard, the motions barely registering in your head with the thick weight of her cock stretching you out.

moments later, a loud groan, one that sounds so deep that you suspect it comes from somewhere in her tummy, bursts from her mouth. she jerks her cock into you with two more thrusts that are so pointed and strong that they send your body jolting further up the mattress, and then, she's coming. a choked out whine creeps up your throat as you feel her thick come beginning to leak into you, filling you with streams of liquid that makes her dick's movements in you squelch even louder. it coats your insides, stuffing you impossibly full as she continues rocking inside, fucking it deep into you.

when her movements slow to a stop, her body sags against you, forehead dropping to your shoulder. the musky scent of sweat and juices surround you both, and your eyes grow heavy with the weight of exhaustion.

legs still wrapped around her, her softening cock trapped inside of you, you absent-mindedly stroke your fingers over the scratches you left on her back. you suddenly wonder if you ought to apologize, but immediately absolve yourself of the sentiment. you've let her in enough tonight. both literally and metaphorically.

you want to push her off, and tell her to retire to her separate chambers for the night. but, her weight on you is too comforting, like a solid blanket. and your emotions are too hooked into her right now, chest aching at the idea of her leaving.

you're rummaging your mind for what to say, how to behave, when a soft snore rumbles from her, her torso trembling slightly from the movement of it.

you gulp. you should be telling her to wake up and leave. you should be shuffling out from under her and spending the night alone. you should be plotting a way to take advantage of this situation.

so, then, why are you letting yourself lull to sleep? resting easily in the arms of your -- well, your wife.