"Let me relieve you... my love"
The red-haired, green-eyed beauty, whose body measurements far exceeded the average, whispered this to Elmond as she gently massaged his back. This was Seraphina, his wife.
As Seraphina's fingertips softened Elmond's tense muscles, the young prince closed his eyes. The intrigues that had dragged on for days, the fear of betrayal, and the indecision born from difficult choices had exhausted his soul. Beside him, there was only Seraphina, a passionate, strong, and at the same time dangerously alluring woman.
"Your shoulders are like stone..." she whispered, her voice both tender and teasing. "You don't have to carry the weight of the whole world alone, Elmond. Let me take some of it off your hands."
Elmond turned his head slightly, a stern expression on his face. "Maybe if you give me a son, I can share the burden with him."
Seraphina drew even closer, that thin, mocking smile playing on her lips. When her breath brushed against the nape of his neck, he felt a shiver. "First, you have to plant the seed of a son in my womb."
Seraphina's words thickened the air in the room. As the flames in the fireplace flickered and danced, casting shadows on the walls, the tension between them became even more palpable. Elmond slowly opened his eyes, seeing traces of both lust and sharp ambition in the woman's green gaze.
Elmond's heart began to beat faster with Seraphina's words. Those green eyes drew him into a vortex, like a deep, verdant forest, both inviting and perilous. The prince felt her fingers slide down his back, gently, but determinedly, tracing his spine down to his waist, then to the curve of his thigh. Each touch was like a spark; igniting his skin, a fire coursing through his veins.
"Seraphina..." Elmond murmured, his voice husky and full of desire, like a prayer.
But this would be a sinful prayer. He turned to look at the woman, his face etched with hard lines in the shadows, but a softening in his eyes. Seraphina's full breasts rose and fell gently beneath the thin silk of her dress, a seductive rhythm with every breath. Her red hair gleamed like flames in the firelight, cascading over her shoulders, beckoning his hand.
The woman smiled, that mocking, seductive smile, and let her fingers drift toward Elmond's hardness.
"Yes, my love? Tell me... what do you want?"
Her hand brushed the edge of his trousers, easing the fabric aside to touch his skin. Elmond's breath caught; that touch pierced his heart like an arrow, but one filled with pleasure. Seraphina's hand grew bolder, caressing his inner thigh upward, her fingertips advancing toward the prince's hardening manhood.
"Do you want to fill my womb? To share that hot, hard depth with me?"
Seraphina's green eyes sparkled with the fire of lust. She rose up on her toes, pressing her lips to Elmond's neck, a soft, wet kiss, crowned with a gentle nip of her teeth.
"Take me, my love..."
Her hand was now fully free; she untied his trousers, grasping his hardness and squeezing it gently. Elmond groaned, throwing his head back, his hands instinctively reaching for Seraphina's hips, gripping them as if to tear the silk. The woman's hips, full and inviting, melted in his palms.
"I love you, woman."
Seraphina's heart stuttered for a moment at Elmond's words. That husky, raw but sincere confession outshone even the room's fire. Her green eyes softened for an instant; the mocking mask fell away, replaced by pure, burning desire. Her lips curved, but this time the smile was not triumphant. It was filled with deep gratitude and hunger.
"I love you too, Elmond. God, how much I love you..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
Her obsession pulsed in every breath; she had etched this man, this prince, into the deepest corners of her soul, unable to imagine even a moment without him. Every touch, every glance from Elmond was like poison to her, an addictive, indispensable poison.
Her hand gripped the prince's hard cock more firmly, her fingers sliding around it, stroking gently up and down, each downward motion eliciting a groan from Elmond.
"I love you more than anything, my love... I am yours, only yours."
Elmond's hands squeezed Seraphina's hips harder, kneading the full flesh beneath the silk fabric. "Then prove it," he growled, his voice muffled by the thick veil of desire.
He turned and pulled the woman to him, crushing his lips against hers. The kiss was wild, ravenous, ending in a tangle of their tongues.
The taste of Seraphina's red lips was like sweet, spicy strawberries; the prince sucked at them as if to devour her, grazing his teeth lightly over her lower lip. The woman moaned, her hand still on his hardness, stroking faster now, her fingers tracing the veins to the tip.
When Seraphina broke the kiss and pulled back, her green eyes were ablaze. "I want you, Elmond... inside me, deep... Give yourself to me."
With her hands, she tore open the prince's shirt, buttons scattering through the air, baring his naked chest. Her fingertips roamed his muscled torso, pinching his nipples gently, watching him tense with each touch. Then she leaned down, pressing her lips to his chest, her tongue circling a nipple, licking and sucking. Her movements mingled bites with the pleasure, blending pain into ecstasy. Elmond's head snapped back, a groan escaping his lips:
"Seraphina... you're a witch."
The woman laughed, that deep, lustful laugh, and dropped to her knees before the prince. Her eyes locked onto his. An obsessive gaze, one that burned him, claimed him. She pulled his trousers down completely, freeing his cock; big, hard, veined, a glistening drop at the tip like a shining jewel.
"Your witch," she murmured, and closed her lips around it.
Her hot, wet mouth drove Elmond mad. Slowly, she took him deep, her tongue swirling around as she licked, while her hands caressed the balls that would soon deliver the seed she craved into her womb.
She was only 19, but had been Elmond's wife for four years, and they had made love countless times. So she knew exactly how to drive her husband wild with pleasure.
The prince's hands tangled in her red hair, his fingers gripping and pulling as if to tug at the strands, but Seraphina reveled in it; she took him deeper, to the back of her throat, moaning and vibrating. Each suck, each lick made Elmond's hips tremble, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Stop... Enough," Elmond growled in pure lust, pulling the woman to her feet.
He scooped Seraphina into his arms, tossed her onto the grand bed in the bedroom, and mounted her from above. The silk sheets seemed to swallow them both. He ripped her dress off, revealing Seraphina's naked body: full breasts with hardened nipples pointing skyward, a slender waist, wide hips, and between her legs a wet, inviting pinkness.
Elmond's eyes filled with hunger; "God, how beautiful you are..."
Seraphina spread her legs, reaching out her hands to him. "Come... Enter me, my love. Fill me, leave your seed in my womb."
The prince paused for a moment under Seraphina's inviting gaze, but the obsessive desire in those green eyes only fueled him further. Elmond's hands grasped the woman's hips gently but firmly, his fingers sinking slightly into her flesh to pin her to the bed.
"No, my love," he whispered, his voice deep and commanding, laced with underlying tenderness. "This time, it won't be as you want. I'll take you... slowly, deeply, but in my rhythm. And you... you'll just take the pleasure."
Seraphina's heart raced at this dominant tone. She loved Elmond so much that every command from him was like a gift; her obsession flared even brighter at surrendering control to him. A soft moan escaped her lips, but Elmond's hand gently covered her mouth, his fingers caressing her lips.
"Be quiet... For now. Save your moans for me." His eyes locked onto hers. That hard but loving gaze melted Seraphina.
Elmond pressed his long, thick hardness against Seraphina's wet entrance, rubbing slowly to prepare her. Every movement was controlled; he pushed forward gently, inserting just the tip, feeling the heat inside her. Seraphina's legs trembled, her hands clutching the sheets, but her moan was muffled.
Elmond's hand was still over her mouth. "Yes... That's it, my beauty. Surrender to me."
The prince thrust deeper, inch by inch, pausing with each push to watch Seraphina's reaction. The woman's eyes closed, waves of pleasure enveloping her body; this slow dominance was driving her insane.
"Elmond... Please... Ahhhh," she murmured, her voice shaky and pleading.
Elmond smiled, that signature smile and buried himself fully inside her. He began with a gentle thrust, but one of complete possession. Seraphina's back arched like a bow, her moan turning into a cry. Elmond's powerful body lifted the woman as if she weighed nothing, gripping her waist and moving her body at his will.
"Ahhh! Yes! Ahhhnnng..."
Elmond's hand left her mouth, replaced by his lips sealing hers in a kiss. It was a deep, possessive kiss, their tongues dancing. He pulled his hips back, then thrust forward again, keeping the rhythm slow but powerful. Each stroke filled Seraphina's inner walls, making her quiver.
"You are mine, Seraphina... Every piece of you, every breath."
His hand cupped one of her breasts, squeezing gently and rolling the nipple between his fingers. His grip blended pain with pleasure, but never hurt.
Seraphina was losing her mind from it; Elmond's gentle dominance fed her obsession. She loved him so much that surrendering completely under his control was her greatest ecstasy. Her moans grew louder, shifting from muffled sounds to pleasure-filled cries.
"Elmond! Ahhnng! More... Ahhh, yes, love! Yes! Mnmmmm…"
She wrapped her legs tighter around the prince's waist, trying to pull him deeper, but Elmond didn't break the rhythm. At his own pace, he continued, gently rubbing her clit with his hand on every thrust.
"Don't rush," he whispered in her ear, his voice commanding yet loving. "Prolong your pleasure... Moan for me, Seraphina. Louder."
The woman obeyed, her cries filling the room. "Yes! I'm yours... Ahhhh, Elmond, please harder! AhhhhNHhh!"
Elmond quickened slightly, deepening his thrusts, but still gentle; holding her hips as if kneading them, pinning her beneath him. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to kiss her neck. His bites were light, but claiming. Seraphina's body began to shudder, orgasmic waves approaching; her inner walls clenched around Elmond, her fluids flowing as her cries peaked.
"I'm coming! My love, with you... AHHHH!"
The prince smiled, watching her climax, continuing without breaking rhythm. He quickened his thrusts further, touching the deepest parts of her wet, tight pussy.
Finally, as he neared his own peak, he thrust deep and released his seed into her womb, groaning: "Take it, my love... For you."
They collapsed together, slick with sweat, Elmond gently embracing the woman. Seraphina, still trembling, buried her face in his neck: "I love you... Let's stay like this... My life, always like this..."