Corty

  The party after the wedding, both inside and outside the pace, went on until evening. It was nearly midnight when Ren held onto Leinor's arm, leading him away to the bedchamber. Of course, she was wet from top to bottom, gasping for air as her dress clung to her thanks to her sweat.

  "I told you I could dance for hours!" Leinor ughed, closing the door behind him.

  "Yeah, yeah, be proud that you beat me!" Ren giggled in answer, kicking off her shoes before tearing her dress apart at her legs.

  "What are you doing?"

  "I can't wait anymore!" She jumped on him, pushing Leinor onto the bed, mounting him at the top, and sharing a wild and deep kiss with him, overwhelming her husband completely. "You may have won the dance competition, but now it's time for another match… be ready, my dear husband…!" She licked his lips while grabbing onto his clothes, tearing them off of him in pieces. "I can also do it for hours!"

  "Hours? You are out of breath already!" Leinor teased her, but his hands moved just like hers, getting her ruined dress off her body in a hurry.

  "Then give me some air!" She kissed him once again as she impatiently set his weapon free from its trouser-made prison. "Someone seems pretty ready... It's twitching, and it is harder than ever... Excited?" she giggled as she held it between her fingers, stroking it slowly, "Oh my, it is even leaking~!" She licked the tip of it with her tongue at once.

  "Then why are you not on it already?"

  "Ohoooo, that was a ten-pointer!" Ren sat up on him, with one hand holding his spear firmly and pcing herself on it. She was already flooding down there, especially as the moonlight shone on them both, trying to keep it unmoving, lowering her body on him. “It’s… harder… to get it in… than I… thought…” She moaned with a grimace, wincing. It was only the tip, slowly going inwards, yet somehow it was already pretty painful.

  "We can rest if it's too much… Take it slowly." Leinor held onto her waist as his expression, from apparent excitement, went to a soft, caring look, gently caressing her body.

  "Nah! It's going to fit… I just need… some force… You have grown… bigger!" Ren murmured, then pushed her body down with a determined expression, sitting down on it with one go.

  The moment it happened, her eyes immediately went wide as a scream tried to escape from her mouth, but she could only grasp for air as she convulsed on him, holding onto his chest and letting her nails sink into Leinor's body. They were leaving scratch marks on his skin, just like a cat's paw would, while blood started to flow between them, staining the bnket and both of their privates.

  "It's okay…." Leinor whispered, stroking her back.

  "Of course it is!" She moaned, gasping for air. "Don't even think of stopping," She grinned, "Come on... do the moving, I can take it!"

  Sitting up, holding her, Ren just trembled while her eyes were filled with tears, biting him, scratching his back every time Leinor moved his body. What none of them realized then was that Leinor's spear was radiating his affinity unconditionally, something that was completely normal for his line. It was why his third brother turned out as he was... Currently, using the same method, Leinor was turning his newlywed wife's senses into overdrive, doubling the pleasure she was feeling… with the pain, too.

  “Damn… you… don’t kid around… keeping such… a monster… between your… legs!” Ren chuckled, trying to move her hips, "The pain is still sharp yet… why… is it… so good?" She moaned, starting to move faster as even Leinor forgot to breathe.

  "You… don't… say…?" her husband gasped. “It’s… grabbing me… too… tightly…” Leinor whispered, fighting back the urge to just let everything go and just finish already.

  "Nyaha...haaa…. Hauh… of… course… It’s an un...used… part of… mine!” She hissed as she looked up at him, sticking out her tongue and asking for a kiss that eased her pain. In the end, Leinor couldn't hold it in between their kisses anymore, and with a muffled moan, he just erupted, filling Ren to the brim.

  When his seed spurted out like a volcano spewing magma, it was such an intense sensation for Ren's senses that she forgot everything about herself for a moment. There was no past, present, or future, just the feeling of being one with Leinor and sharing their essences. It was... almost like a second tribution. Her tiny fingers held onto his back, cramping up, leaving deep marks on him, squealing in his arms, biting onto him multiple times as the pain and pleasure merged, giving her multiple orgasms at the same time, over and over again. Her wild trashing, the lovely sounds coming from between her small, wet lips, fired up Leinor once again as he let her lie on her back, pushing Ren under him and starting to have his fill once again.

  "Why… is it harder… than before?" Ren moaned, still with unfocused eyes. "And… why is this… this… this… strong of a… feeling?" She rubbed her hands on her stomach, feeling as if she was getting a second rush of energy all of a sudden.

  "Because you're the most beautiful being I've ever id my eyes on…" Leinor moaned, keeping his hips thrusting, "Since the first day I saw you, I was yours… I love you, Ren, no matter what happens!" he whispered, looking into her eyes, gently holding her face.

  "Idiot…" she chuckled, crossing her legs around his waist. "It still hurts like hell… but fuck it! Or, more so… fuck me! Go on, I am yours!" She grinned happily. "Do what you wish with me; I'm here; you just need to take me... Don't ever hold back!"

  Leinor didn't need more and started to speed up, soon letting loose all his pent-up desires and mounting her like a wild animal, smming his body into hers without care. Ren's loud cries resonated in the room, but she just held onto him even stronger, keeping up with his waist's movement, matching his rhythm with her own.

  "So this is the real you, eh?! A wild wolf in sheep's clothing? Goooood! I love this! Do it… more! Harder LeiLei! Make me yours!" She groaned with pleasure, and when the second time came, her husband marked her deepest parts once again.

  When Leinor, gasping for air, finally sat back, pulling himself out of his wife, spshing their love fluids everywhere, Ren just pushed herself up with tongue sticking out, drooling, trying her best to remain composed.

  "Damn… It's like you… stabbed me." She joked, watching the still hard spear pointing at her, dripping with a sticky, pinkish mixture, as her blood was still mixing into it.

  "Well… I did!" Leinor joked back, watching her moaning and licking her lips, her eyes shining, visibly filled with more energy than ever before.

  "True~!" Ren winked at him, smacking her lips. "But a weapon like this needs proper maintenance, my dear warrior~! Let me help you!"

  With that, she just crawled before him and soon took it into her mouth, looking up into his eyes while starting to loudly slurp up everything from it, even pushing her head down so deep the whole meat spear just disappeared inside her throat. It was more than just the taste, as the Aerthus bloodline was doing its magic, refilling not only her body but also immediately healing Ren up, almost as if it reformed her from a state before she even sat down on him. When she finally let it go, it was clean from top to bottom, now shining in her saliva as she gently stroked it.

  "There we go~! It's clean, ready for another round..." She ughed, not letting it go, gently flicking it.

  "The question is, are the battlefield itself ready?" He held onto it, gently spping her cheeks with his tip.

  "I think it is, but… would it matter for a vilin to conquer it?" She tried to catch his rod with her lips as she answered.

  "Wait… why am I a vilin now?" Leinor stopped, raising his eyebrows.

  "Because I'm a helpless little princess in big trouble!" She blinked her eyes at him with a pyful but tearful look. "I got caught by the big… bad… wolf..." She moaned slowly, stroking herself in a rhythm with her words before turning around and getting on all fours. "What can I do besides accepting what the evil tyrant decides to do with me?" She asked, offering herself to Leinor, "I am helpless... Unable to escape!"

  "You!" He grunted, spping her bottom before holding onto her waist, "Tyrant, huh? Okay! Let me tell you… Princess... I'll make you into a queen now!"

  "Kyaaah~ Heeeeeelp~!" Ren moaned, but it sounded more like a giggle than a scream as he mounted her from behind. By now, just as before, Leinor was not holding back; he simply held onto the thin waist of his wife, pulling her back onto him with all the force he could muster. Of course, the room was once again filled with Ren's screams as she held onto the sheet, tearing it apart multiple times while their bodies smmed against each other… right until morning.

  …….…..

  When the following day came, and the sun shone in through the windows, Ren was stretching with pleasure still visible on her face, snuggling up to Leinor's body, hugging him closely. He was also slowly waking up to her movements, opening his eyes, squinting, trying to blink the tiredness away from his eyes. The sheets around the pair were torn in multiple pces, the pillows randomly scattered all around the room, and their clothes, or what remained of them, were… everywhere.

  "It still hurts…." Leinor moaned.

  "Hey… I should be the one saying that..." Ren giggled, looking down at the blood stains. "Strange, even in fights, when I got hammered, it didn't hurt anywhere close like yesterday... But it was a good pain. It was as if I... got a part of you in me now, forever."

  "Weeeelll… I did hammer you good..."

  "Ahahahaha! Nice, another 10 points!" She ughed loudly, kissing his lips.

  "Still… you were like a wildcat yesterday. If I didn't regenerate this quickly, I would be full of bite and scratch marks!" He pecked her lips while holding her by her small, soft buttocks, kneading them without realizing the fact.

  "Sorry~! It was because it hurt like nothing before. Really!"

  "Then why didn't you slow down?" Leinor tilted his head.

  "My mother did not raise a quitter." Ren winked at him.

  "Hah! But if it matters… It was the best night of my life."

  "Until now." She grinned, "And yes… it was mine too~!" She sat up on him, stretching and then looking down at herself, "Man… it still stings... I recover more slowly than you. Give me a rest tonight... In return, I can entertain you differently, hm?"

  "No worries. I'm not like Reignar; I'm okay with waiting until you feel ready."

  "I'll also speak with Isha." She caressed his body while speaking, thinking about it. "She has to have some fun tricks she learned."

  "Should I be afraid?"

  "Oh yes~!" She giggled, pying drums on his chest with her fingers, "I'll need to learn to use my body to its fullest; you will be the happiest husband in the realm; just you wait! I may have no boobs to entertain you... But I am tighter than anyone you could find."

  "Why does it sound… weird when you put it that way?" Leinor twitched the edge of his lips.

  "Fufufu~ I like weird~!" She leaned over him, kissing him while Leinor hugged her lovingly, not wanting to let her go… ever.