As the sun gradually climbed over the majestic towers of the Maldura Royal Pace, it enveloped the entire castle and the sprawling city beneath it in a warm, golden-orange radiance. The sky stretched above, a brilliant canvas of blue, unblemished by any clouds, while the gentle warmth of the air promised the advent of a beautiful day.

  Within the King's chambers, Cyndre y sprawled across the luxurious sheets, blissfully unaware of the morning's call, his deep, rumbling snores filling the elegant room with a symphony of sound. Beside him, Queen Rianna stirred in bed, wide awake and restless. Cd in a simple nightgown that clung to her damp skin, her hair cascaded in disarray around her shoulders. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead as she tried to find soce against the changing tempo of her husband's snores—a sound that seemed more pronounced and exaggerated in her otherwise peaceful surroundings. After their evening of fun, the tranquility of the night had been disrupted, and now, she found herself caught in a tug-of-war with the encroaching light of day and the cacophony of her husband’s slumberous symphony.

  'How can he sleep through this? He sounds like a beast.'

  Rianna winced as a thunderous snore echoed through the room, prickling her already sensitive ears. The world around her felt amplified, every sound sharper, every scent more potent. As she rubbed her temples, it dawned on her: she was nearly a month into her unexpected pregnancy, cocooning fraternal twins within her. Though her belly remained ft, the nausea rolling through her made it all too clear that everything was changing.

  'My hearing has been unusually keen tely—strangely so,' she mused, trying to brush off the discomfort.

  Despite her efforts to concentrate, the relentless snoring became an unbearable distraction. With a groan, she pushed herself up from the bed, her body protesting with aches, particurly in her thighs from the previous night’s fervor.

  'Gah!... Cyndre has been more relentless tely, but there’s a thrill in it that I can’t push away. Why am I feeling this way?'

  With a determined stride, Rianna made her way to the window, flinging it open. A rush of cool air filled the stuffy room, wrapping around her like a soothing embrace. She inhaled deeply, the crispness of the outside world easing her frayed nerves, a moment of crity amidst the chaos swirling inside her.

  'I've been so lustful tely, and Cyndre has been a beast. He's even more aggressive than before, and it feels like my body is different. I hope I'm not coming down with the flu... Or am I going through menopause... Mother said that it was a miserable experience... Goddess... I thought I had five years before I might need to start worrying about that.'

  At forty years old, Rianna possessed a timeless beauty that made it hard to believe she was anything but a vibrant woman in her te twenties or early thirties. This remarkable appearance was a cherished trait of her noble lineage from the enchanting isnd nation of Corialis.

  In this nd, the women seemed to age like fine wine, and Rianna's family was no exception. Her mother, the illustrious Duchess Isadora Colten, was a stunning example of this phenomenon; even at the age of 71, she radiated vitality, appearing as though she were still in her te thirties. The only hint of her maturity was her flowing white hair, yet despite this, Duchess Isadora maintained a voluptuous figure and an allure that defied her years, proving that beauty truly knows no age.

  "Haah... I think I need to ask for my future daughter-in-w's help. I just hope her healing magic can cure my nausea and my sore muscles. I feel like I'm going to break from all the vigorous sex we've had in the st few days. I swear Cyndre's regressed into a randy teenage boy," Rianna mumbled, sighing in exasperation.

  Just then, a low, rumbling growl emanated from behind her, sending a chill down her spine.

  "Hmm... So, my sweet, little flower, you're awake, eh?"

  The husky tone of Cyndre's voice stirred an ache between her legs, and Rianna bit her lip, stifling a moan. As the King, he was a force of nature, commanding respect and reverence with ease, but when they were alone, he was her loving husband.

  "What do you want, Cyndre? Don't tell me you want more sex. You're insatiable."

  Rianna's voice quavered, betraying her desire, and her hands gripped the windowsill tightly, the cold stone seeping through her fingertips, a welcome respite from the heat coursing through her body.

  "Well, that's a little rude, don't you think, love? After all, I'm only trying to show my beautiful wife some much-needed attention."

  Cyndre's hand slid down her thigh, and he leaned closer, pressing his erection against her rear, causing her to gasp. Rianna shuddered, unable to suppress the moan that slipped from her lips as his fingers brushed against her inner thigh.

  'I-I'm so helpless. Just being near him makes me melt like butter.'

  "W-We can't. I-It's the morning, and there are things to do. We have a Kingdom to run. And..."

  "Shhh... You worry too much, love. There's nothing that can't wait for us to enjoy each other. Besides, I still need to do everything in my power to make it up to you with all my past failures."

  He whispered, nipping her earlobe and tugging at her bodice, freeing her rge breasts. Rianna's breathing quickened as his fingers grazed her nipples, teasing and pinching, drawing them into taut peaks. She could feel his cock throb against her, and her pussy clenched in anticipation.

  "Y-You don't need to prove yourself! O-Our son and his fiancee are close to punishing Aric and Duval for their transgressions against us! S-So, you are no longer in the dog—MMMMH!?!"

  Cyndre grabbed Rianna's long bck hair and pulled her into a kiss, muffling her protests, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. He swallowed her moans, his hand continuing its relentless assault on her body. His fingers slid beneath her nightgown, tracing circles around her clit, causing her hips to buck. Rianna gasped, breaking the kiss, her face flushed and her breathing ragged.

  "I appreciate that, my love. But I can't let my son or his fiancee clean up my mess to get me out of trouble. It is my actions that lead me to this situation, so I must take responsibility for my failures. To earn your trust."

  Cyndre said, sliding his fingers inside her dripping cunt, and Rianna cried out, her body trembling. He began stroking her clit with his thumb, pumping his fingers in and out, and she ground her hips against him, desperately seeking release. It was such a an undignified scene for a Queen, but the pleasure was so intense, she struggled to maintain her composure.

  'O-Oh, I'm going to cum! I'm going to—!'

  She gasped as she felt a sudden pressure on her clit, and the world went white. Her orgasm washed over her, and she convulsed, her pussy clenching tightly around Cyndre's fingers. He continued his assault, prolonging her climax, drawing it out for what seemed like an eternity.

  Cyndre watched in delight as Rianna thrust out her bosoms towards the open window where the knights could be heard doing their morning drills. The King could feel the sun's rays hitting her naked chest as the early morning sunlight streamed through the windows. Rianna could hear the men shouting, the csh of steel ringing out in the air. She felt her pussy contract, and her juices flowed freely. She shuddered as another wave of pleasure crashed through her body, and her back arched, her tits pushing forward.

  "Trying to give our men morale I see?" Cyndre grinned, his lips brushing against her neck.

  Rianna's eyes snapped open, and she realized what was happening. She looked down and saw Cyndre's hands cupping her breasts, massaging her nipples. She moaned softly, her body quivering under his touch.

  'He's teasing me.'

  Her head lolled back, and her breathing became shallow. She couldn't think straight, the sensations overwhelming her senses. It was too much.

  "I-I not trying to do anything like that. It's your fault you decided to fuck me on a balcony. With the windows open, and the knights doing their morning drills."

  She gasped when Cyndre's skilled fingers found there mark, and her body tensed.

  "My fault? I guess I need to make it up to you again," Cyndre smirked and kissed the side of her neck before pushing her forward as she braced the top of the window sill with her forearms, her buttocks sticking out for the King's pleasure.

  "N-No! Augh! Th-That's alright, Cyndre! You've done enough~!"

  Cyndre then gripped her hips and smmed his hard cock deep into her. The queen's eyes flew open wide, and her breath caught in her throat. She tried to turn her head to see what was happening behind her, but he was relentless, plunging in and out of her, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the air.

  'Don't scream! DON'T SCREAM, RIANNA! They'll hear us!'

  Cyndre's hands came up to grip her breasts, and she gasped, her nipples hardening under his touch. She tried to keep quiet, but it was nearly impossible. Her body shook, her pussy clenching tight around his shaft. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she couldn't hold back anymore. She needed to close the window so she could moan to her heart's content. If she were to draw attention to the servants and knights below, it would ruin their moment, and how could they respect her authority?

  'I-I must~ah! close~ah! the window~!" Rianna thought as her body was bouncing with every thrust.

  But she couldn't move her arms. Not without falling forward showing herself in front of the courtyard. Cyndre held her tightly, his grip unrelenting. He leaned forward, pressing his body against hers and finding her big beautiful breasts. His fingers teased her nipples, and his lips brushed against her neck.

  "A-Ah~ah! Cyndre! Ah! I-I can't~ah~anymore~!"

  "Then close the window, my love," he whispered. "That's why I'm holding you. You don't have to be afraid of falling. Just close the window and let me fuck you. Let them see the queen's pleasure."

  "Th-They'll see me naked!"

  "Yes," he said, his voice deep and husky. "They'll see your body shaking, see your nipples hard and swollen. See the sweat dripping from your breasts. And they'll realize that they can only watch but never touch. They can only see and never touch. They can never experience what we have. So close the window, my love, and let me show you what I feel."

  She shuddered at the words. They were so erotic and so dirty.

  "Ah! O-Okay!"

  The Queen finally managed to reach forward and pull the window closed. She sighed internally but Cyndre's hands continued their assault on her breasts, her nipples being pinched and tugged mercilessly.

  'This is wrong! It shouldn't feel this good~!"

  "Good girl," Cyndre murmured.

  "Ah!"

  Her legs gave out and Cyndre caught her, holding her against him. He kept fucking her, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside her making the Queen moan softly. She was trying to maintain whatever shred of dignity she had left, but Cyndre pushed her upper body against the gss, her rge bosoms mashing against the surface.

  'OH, GODDESS! THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME WITH BIG BREASTS! OR MY FACE WOULD HAVE HIT THE GLASS! I'LL NEVER TAKE THEM FOR GRANTED, AGAIN!'

  "Ah~ah! Mm~mm! Ooh!"

  Cyndre's hips smmed into hers repeatedly, making her breasts bounce wildly and smacking against the window getting squished each time. He pulled her hair back, exposing her throat to him.

  "You're mine," he growled. "Forever and always."

  "Y-Yes!"

  She could feel her orgasm coming closer and closer. The feeling built in her chest, spreading throughout her entire body. Cyndre was becoming more assertive since Quinus returned home and she had become so weak and submissive. His strength was irresistible.

  'I-Is this what love feels like? Am I a harlot?'

  Her climax washed over her and Cyndre followed shortly after, grunting loudly as his hot essence filled her womb. She was breathing heavily, her heart beating rapidly.

  'W-Was it just lust?'

  Cyndre didn't move and neither did she.

  "I...love you, my Queen," he said. "I want you to understand that. No matter what, I will always love you."

  Rianna's wall fell apart, her heart melting at the decration.

  "I love you too, Cyndre," she said. "I'll always love you."

  They were locked together for a moment before Cyndre pulled out and Rianna colpsed on the ground, her legs quivering, and her mind bnk.

  "Goddess! I got you, my Queen," Cyndre said, catching her before she hit the ground.

  He gently picked her up and carried her to the bed, ying her down.

  'I-Is it normal to have multiple orgasms? And why does he look more handsome than before?'

  Rianna looked up at Cyndre, seeing his broad shoulders and muscur frame. He was a strong man, both physically and mentally.

  "What?" Cyndre asked.

  "Nothing, my King," Rianna replied, blushing. "You're just so handsome."

  "I'm gd you think so," Cyndre smiled. "But I don't compare to you."

  Rianna rolled her eyes at her husband's words.

  "You're just saying that to make me feel better," she said. "My hair is a mess, my eyes are bloodshot from ck of sleep, and I think I'm catching a cold or I'm going through menopause. I feel nauseous, my breasts are sore, and my back hurts. My body is a mess, Cyndre. And you're telling me I'm pretty."

  "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Cyndre replied, looking into her eyes. "Your hair may be a mess, but your eyes are bright and vibrant. Your skin is soft and smooth, and your breasts are perfectly sized. And you are as smart and kind as you are beautiful. You are a perfect woman, my Queen. I'm a lucky man to have you."

  Rianna couldn't stop herself from getting excited again, but she won't give in so easily.

  "Ftterer," she teased. "I'll forgive you, for now."

  "So, I've almost redeemed myself for all my stupid mistakes?" Cyndre asked.

  Rianna looked at him as he was smiling brightly at her as if she was the only thing that mattered. Seeing this side of a man was uncommon, and it was making her melt into a puddle. She could have been in a loveless married to a noble or a wealth merchant and that was what she thought when her Father send when he signed a deal to marry off to the younger Prince of Fiafyr. Little did she know that he would become the king and the love of her life. The Fates must be smiling upon her to be so fortunate.

  "I-I don't know... You have done a lot of stupid mistakes," Rianna answered sheepishly while trying to put up a strong front. "B-But I think you're getting there." She conceited as she looked away from his charming smile.

  "Thank you, my love," Cyndre smiled.

  "For what?" Rianna asked.

  "For giving me a chance," Cyndre said. "And for being so patient with me."

  "Well, it is not like I have any choice in the matter," Rianna joked. "It is either that or a loveless marriage."

  "Only a fool would take you for granted," Cyndre replied.

  Rianna's heart fluttered. Cyndre's silver tongue was back in full force and she was beginning to enjoy the feeling of being desired.

  "You are not a fool," Rianna replied. "Just an idiot."

  Cyndre pouted pyfully at his wife's jab, but then he smiled, knowing that he was slowly being forgiven.

  "Now, where were we?"

  *Knock! Knock! Knock!*

  Cyndre sighed as his butler and Rianna's maid must be waiting outside their chamber.

  Rianna panicked and quickly straightened up her nightgown.

  "Cyndre!? Don't just stand there! Cover yourself!" Rianna demanded.

  "Alright," Cyndre complied.

  Cyndre went back to his night clothes and made sure he covered his lower body properly before giving his wife the signal to let their maids enter their chambers.

  Rianna's maid, Gretchen, was carrying a tray of food for Rianna and a fresh batch of water.

  "Your Highness, I've brought you breakfast," Gretchen greeted as she walked towards her master.

  "Thank you, Gretchen," Rianna replied.

  Gretchen gently pced the tray on Rianna's p and removed the pte cover, revealing a meal of bread, jam, and fresh fruits. And when the scent of meat hit her nose, Rianna's nausea kicked in.

  "Oof... Um. C-Can you take this away, please?"

  Gretchen was taken aback by her mistress's sudden change in mood, but she obliged and quickly took the tray away from her.

  "What's wrong, Your Highness?" Gretchen asked worriedly.

  "My nausea..." Rianna replied as she held her hand over her mouth. "I'm going to throw up..."

  Cyndre rushed over and rubbed his wife's back soothingly.

  "It's okay, dear," Cyndre assured. "Do you need some water?"

  "N-No..." Rianna replied. "I just... I don't know why but... I'm suddenly craving something sweet. Do we have any strawberries left?

  "Of course," Cyndre answered and looked up at his butler, Gilbert, who nodded and hurried out of the chamber.

  "S-Should I call the Royal Doctor again, Your Highness?" Gretchen offered.

  "N-No. That won't be necessary, Gretchen," Rianna shook her head. "He says that it could be anything and it will pass soon. I'm fine, really. Just a little nauseous."

  Gretchen still seemed worried, but she did not press the issue any further.

  "Should I summon Princess Rya? Maybe her healing magic can help..."

  Rianna was going to say no, but her husband answered for her.

  "Yes, please," Cyndre requested. "Summon her here. We'll wait until she arrives before leaving."

  Gretchen curtsied and went out of the chamber.

  After the door closed, Cyndre and Rianna shared a worried look.

  "I'm scared, Cyndre," Rianna admitted.

  "Huh? About what?"

  "I'm scared that there might be getting old and my body is not functioning the way it used to."

  "There's no way you're getting old. You still have a lot of time left."

  "That's not what I meant," Rianna sighed. "I meant... I'm afraid that I'm... Getting old..."

  "What do you mean by that, dear?"

  "I'm starting to experience symptoms that could mean I'm going through menopause... Soon my hair will turn white, I'll have hot fshes, and worst of all, my... My fertility will be gone for good..."

  This made Rianna mad as her fertility was taken from her by her sister-in-w Duchess Leandra Revelia with a exotic toxin she drank when she was younger. It was a ploy to prevent her from giving birth to the next heir to the throne, but she had one miracle baby, and she only found out that she was poisoned when Rya healed her womb and forced the toxin out of her. She wanted a big family and she wished Quinus found Rya sooner so she could've been a mother of more than one child.

  Rianna was going to make Leandra pay for what she has done, and she was going to do that by helping Rya become her son's wife. She was going to get the Ladies of the Court to support the Dark Elf becoming their new queen. And the party was tomorrow night. She was going to announce her intentions then.

  Cyndre hugged her and said, "Is there anything I can do."

  Rianna smiled and hugged him back, "No... Just being here is all I need. It's what I have always needed."

  Cyndre wanted to make a light-hearted joke about how he thought white hair was cute, but he held back his tongue.