Valzaroth, bare-chested, his muscles gleaming in the firelight, approached, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Because I needed... you." he replied, his voice deep, sincere despite his ego. "I don't just want your clan, Veyra. I want you, by my side, as a queen." He leaned in, his lips brushing hers, a kiss suspended, full of promise.
She shuddered, her golden eyes softening. "You're a monster, Valzaroth," she whispered, but she kissed him, slow and burning, her hands sliding over his chest. "But… maybe I like monsters."
Their romance blossomed in stolen moments, between battles and intrigues. Veyra, initially reluctant, was conquered by Valzaroth's raw passion, his overwhelming confidence, and, sometimes, his unexpected tenderness. When he gave her a crown forged from the steel of defeated angels, she accepted the marriage, not out of submission, but by choice.
...
The wedding night, the royal chamber of the Bael fortress was a sanctuary of luxury and decadence, its walls adorned with crimson tapestries, its massive bed draped in black silk. Valzaroth, naked, stood at the center, his muscular body gleaming in the torchlight, his scars like maps of his triumphs, his member already hard, pulsing with desire.
Veyra entered, her wedding dress—a translucent scarlet fabric—revealing every curve of her enchanting body. Her ample breasts, dark nipples visible through the silk, rose with each breath, her narrow waist flaring into full hips, her long, shapely legs ending in delicate feet. Her crimson hair fell in waves, her tail twitched, her wings quivered, and her golden eyes burned with a mix of defiance and desire.
"My princess," Valzaroth growled, his voice raspy, sarcasm in every word. He approached, tearing the dress with a brutal gesture, exposing her naked body. Her pale skin gleamed, her heavy breasts bouncing, her thighs wet with desire. He pressed her against a wall, his hands gripping her wrists, pinning them above her head. "Tonight, I make you mine."
Veyra moaned, her lips parting. "Try, emperor," she murmured, provocative, her tail coiling around his thigh. He kissed her, violently, his teeth biting her lip, a trickle of blood flowing. His hands slid over her breasts, pinching her nipples, drawing a cry. He slapped her buttock, the skin reddening, her body trembling under the impact.
He forced her to her knees, her crimson hair spreading on the floor. "Suck," he commanded, guiding his member to her lips. Veyra obeyed, her tongue caressing his tip, her lips closing around him, her golden eyes raised to his.
She took him deeply, her moans vibrating against him, her hands caressing his testicles. Valzaroth growled, his fingers tightening in her hair, thrusting brutally, his member touching the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, tears welling, but her gaze remained burning, insatiable.
He lifted her, throwing her onto the bed, her breasts bouncing, her thighs spread. He plunged between her legs, his tongue exploring her glistening sex, his fingers stimulating her clitoris. Veyra screamed, her wings flapping, her hands clawing the sheets. She masturbated, her fingers sliding into her own sex, her moans rising as he devoured her. "Fuck me," she gasped, her body trembling.
Valzaroth turned her over, putting her on all fours, her round buttocks exposed, her tail twitching. He slapped her skin, several times, each spank leaving scarlet marks, her cries echoing. He penetrated her with a violent thrust, his hips slamming against her buttocks, his member sinking deeply. She screamed, her warm walls gripping him, her breasts hanging, bouncing with each thrust. He quickened, his growls wild, his hands gripping her wings, pulling slightly, making her arch.
He changed positions, lifting her, her legs wrapped around his waist. Standing, he pounded her, her breasts bouncing against his chest, her nails raking his back. He slapped her buttocks again, her body convulsing under the assault. She masturbated, her fingers frantic, her moans turning into screams. He pressed her against a column, his brutal thrusts shaking the stone, his orgasm approaching.
Finally, he threw her onto the bed, lying down, letting her ride him. She impaled herself on him, her hips undulating, her breasts bouncing, her crimson hair flying. Her wings quivered, her cries rising as she quickened, her fingers stimulating her clitoris. Valzaroth, growling, gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm, his thrusts rising to meet hers. Their orgasm exploded, her screams tearing the air, her body trembling, him releasing inside her, their bodies glued by sweat.
They collapsed, panting, her crimson hair spread over his chest.