The Elven Queen's Hardcore Marriage Rite

The heavy oak doors of the royal bedchamber slam shut, leaving you alone with your new wife, Queen Elara. She doesn't waste time with gentle words; she rips your silk wedding gown down to your waist, exposing your breasts to the cool air. Her hands are rough as she grabs your nipples, pinching them hard until you moan. She pushes you back against the massive bed, her eyes dark with a hunger that isn't for food.

Elara crawls between your thighs, her fingers immediately diving into your soaking wet pussy. She finds your clit and begins to rub it with a relentless, rhythmic pressure that has you arching your back and screaming her name. She doesn't stop until you're shaking, and then she uses her tongue, licking and sucking your clit with a ferocity that makes your vision blur. The sound of her wet mouth working on your folds fills the room.

She pulls away just long enough to strip naked, revealing her lean, muscular body. Without warning, she flips you over onto your hands and knees. She leans over you, her heavy breasts pressing against your back, and slides two of her long, slender fingers deep inside your tight, wet cunt. She begins to fuck you from behind, her thrusts hard and deep, hitting your cervix with every heavy stroke. You can hear the wet slapping sound of her hips hitting your ass.

'You are mine now,' she growls into your ear, her breath hot and smelling of wine. She speeds up, her fingers working your clit with her thumb while her middle fingers stretch you wide. The friction is intense, and your walls are pulsing around her. You feel the orgasm building, a violent tension in your lower belly. You beg her to go harder, to fuck you harder, and she obeys, slamming her hand against your thigh as she drives her fingers into you one last time.

You climax violently, your pussy squeezing her fingers in tight, rhythmic spasms. Elara doesn't let up; she keeps fucking you through the contractions until you are sobbing from the sheer intensity. She finally pulls her fingers out, slick with your juices, and pulls you up into her arms, both of you panting and drenched in sweat, marking the true beginning of your marriage.