Raul, heir of the Vaeliths, watches his fiancée Lirien with a mixture of desire and existential hunger. His subordinate Dain, with a thick and long cock, penetrates her against the wall and on the bed, while Raul watches, excited by the scene.
The main hall of the Vaelith castle shimmered under the golden light of crystal chandeliers, their flames dancing like spirits trapped in amber. The air smelled of spiced wine and freshly baked bread, mixed with the sweet and acrid perfume of black lotus flowers hanging in garlands from the carved beams. Raul, heir to the human lineage of the Vaeliths, adjusted the collar of his burgundy silk robe as he scanned the crowd of guests. His fingers, long and pale, twitched around the silver chalice when his gaze landed on *her*.
There she was, across the room, surrounded by a circle of elven ladies who laughed like shattering crystal bells. Lirien Duskwhisper, his fiancée. He hadn't seen her in person since the marriage agreements were signed three moons ago, only portraits on parchment and descriptions in letters sealed with jasmine wax. But nothing had prepared him for *that*. The white elf stood like a living statue carved from lunar marble, her skin so pale it seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. The night-blue silk corset cinching her torso was an insult to decency, barely able to contain the round, heavy breasts that rose like offerings to some forgotten god, the white flesh marked by the deep cleavage where sweat began to glisten like morning dew. The skirt, divided into panels that parted with every movement, revealed thighs of an almost painful whiteness, muscular yet soft, as if they had been molded to be bitten. And then there was *it*—the backside that defied all anatomical logic, round as two twin moons in conjunction, firm to the point that Raul could swear a gold coin would bounce off it. The fabric of the dress clung to it like a desperate lover, outlining every curve, every hollow where the flesh dipped before exploding into that perfect mass.
Raul swallowed hard. The sound was audible even over the murmur of the crowd. His eyes, darkened by something that wasn't just lust but a kind of existential hunger, locked onto the way Lirien tilted her head back as she laughed, exposing the elegant line of her neck and the racing pulse in her throat. When she turned to take a glass of wine from a silver tray, the light slid over her profile, illuminating the way her lips, fleshy and obscenely pink, parted slightly, as if they were already prepared for more than words.
"My lord," the voice of Dain, his most loyal subordinate, resonated at his side like a reminder that he was still breathing. "The Lady Lirien's parents are asking for you. They say it is time to... consecrate the union."
Raul blinked. The code phrase for the consummation ritual. Elven tradition: the betrothed had to share a bed before the banquet, under the blessing of the families. But there was nothing in the scriptures that said *he* had to be the one to touch her.
"Take her to the east room," Raul ordered, his voice huskier than intended. "The one with the red velvet curtains. And make sure we are not disturbed."
Dain nodded, but his green eyes, always shrewd, gleamed with something that wasn't just obedience. He was a tall man, broad-shouldered with hands calloused from years of sword training, but there was something in the way he looked at Lirien—like a wolf that had just caught the scent of fresh blood—that made Raul's stomach twist. Not out of jealousy. Not exactly. It was more like the first chill of a dangerous game that was about to begin.
"As you command, my lord," Dain bowed, but before pulling away, his lips curled into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "It will be an honor... to prepare the bed."
The east room smelled of sandalwood incense and aged oak. The red velvet curtains, heavy as dried blood, muffled the sounds of the banquet continuing outside. Lirien stood by the open window, the moonlight drawing silver lines across her skin as the wind played with the fringes of her dress. When the door closed behind them, she turned, and Raul felt the physical blow of her gaze. Her eyes, a violet so dark they appeared black, raked him from top to bottom before stopping at the bulge already beginning to form in his breeches.
"So, this is the famous Raul Vaelith?" her voice was like thick honey poured over hot stones. "Less impressive than I expected."
Raul didn't respond. Instead, he approached the table where a crystal decanter filled with elderberry liqueur waited beside two glasses. He poured one, the thick black liquid dripping like tar, and offered it to her.
"Drink," he said, his tone brookng no argument. "You'll need something to... relax."
Lirien took the glass, but instead of drinking, she ran the tip of her tongue—pink, wet, far too long—along the rim, catching a drop that had escaped. The gesture was deliberate, obscene in its slowness. Raul felt his cock harden even more, the ache almost pleasurable.
"Dain," he called, without taking his eyes off her.
The door opened immediately. The subordinate entered, locking it behind him. His light armor had been replaced by a simple tunic, but it didn't hide the way his muscles moved under the fabric, nor the thick, long bulge deforming the front of his breeches.
"My lord?" he asked, though his eyes were already fixed on Lirien, devouring every inch of her like a starving man before a feast.
"Undress," Raul ordered, his voice steady despite the trembling in his fingers. "I want you to give my fiancée what she deserves."
Dain didn't need to be told twice. His hands, rough and fast, unbuckled his leather belt, then the buttons of his breeches. The sound of metal hitting the floor was followed by Lirien's sharp intake of breath as Dain's cock sprang free, thick as a child's arm, the veins swollen and dark, the head glistening with precum. The smell of man, sweat, and hot skin filled the room all at once.
"By the gods," Lirien murmured, but it wasn't a complaint. Her fingers tightened around the glass, her knuckles white. "That isn't a cock. It's a weapon."
Dain laughed, a guttural sound that vibrated in Raul's chest.
"And you, my lady, are the perfect target."
Before Raul could react, Lirien dropped the glass. The crystal shattered against the floor, the black liqueur splashing her bare feet. With a fluid movement, she removed her corset, freeing her breasts. They were even more impressive than Raul had imagined: heavy, round, with nipples the size of silver coins, already hard and darkened by excitement. The dress slid down her hips, revealing the silvery, curly hair crowning her cunt, already glistening with moisture.
"So," she said, her voice a purr, "are we going to do this like cowards or like animals?"
Dain didn't wait for an answer. He lunged at her, his large hands wrapping around that narrow waist before lifting her as if she weighed no more than a feather. Lirien screamed, but it wasn't a sound of surprise—it was a sound of triumph—as her legs tangled around Dain's waist, her heels digging into his buttocks while he shoved her against the wall. The impact made the paintings tremble and dust fall from the beams.
"Shit! You're soaking!" Dain groaned, his fingers sinking into the flesh of Lirien's ass as he held her. "Like a bitch in heat."
"And you're wasting time," Lirien gasped, her nails scratching Dain's shoulders until they drew red lines. "Put it in me, now, or I swear by the Goddess you'll regret it."
There were no more warnings. Dain adjusted his hips, and with a brutal thrust, his cock sank into her to the hilt. Lirien arched her back, her mouth open in a scream that was half pain, half pure ecstasy. Raul, standing just three steps away from them, felt his own breathing become irregular, his cock throbbing against the fabric of his breeches, begging to be released. But he didn't move. He couldn't. This was better. This was perfect.
"Fuck!" Dain cursed, his muscles tensing as he began to ram her against the wall, the sound of their bodies colliding like meat hitting meat. "You're crushing me with that ass, you slut!"
"That's because it's yours, you idiot," Lirien gasped, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. "Now move it like you mean it."
And Dain did. He carried her to the bed, where he threw her onto the feather mattress like a conquered trophy. Lirien landed on her hands and knees, that perfect ass raised in the air, her legs open in an invitation that needed no words. Dain wasted no time. He positioned himself behind her, his hands cupping those buttocks before sinking back into her cunt, this time from behind, with a wet and obscene sound that made Raul lick his lips.
"Yes!" Lirien screamed, her voice muffled against the sheets. "Like that, harder! I want to feel you in my throat tomorrow!"
Dain obeyed. His thrusts became savage, the sound of his balls slapping against her clitoris a constant, hypnotic rhythm. Raul could see it all: how Dain's cock, shiny with Lirien's fluids, disappeared inside her again and again, how the muscles of her ass tensed every time he sank to the bottom, how Lirien's fingers dug into the sheets, tearing the silk.
"Don't pull out!" Raul suddenly ordered, his voice a lash in the air. "I want you to fill her. I want my fiancée to know what it's like to have a real man inside her."
Dain groaned, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at Raul over Lirien's shoulder.
"As you command, my lord!" his words were a moan, his hips moving in circles now, rubbing his pubis against that round ass while his cock plunged again and again into her tight cunt. "But by the gods, this ass... it's like fucking a dream!"
Lirien could only moan in response, her body racked by spasms as Dain penetrated her mercilessly. Raul stepped closer, not to intervene, but to watch. To see the sweat sliding down Dain's back, how the muscles in his arms trembled with the effort of staying upright while his cock swelled inside her, ready to explode.
"There!" Lirien shrieked, her cunt contracting around Dain like a fist. "Give me everything, now!"
And then it happened. With a roar that seemed to come from deep within his chest, Dain drove into her, his hips glued to that perfect backside while his cock began to fire thick streams of semen inside Lirien. Raul could see it: the way his body jerked with every ejection, how the hot liquid leaked around his cock, sliding down Lirien's thighs in white rivers. The bed was soaked in seconds, the smell of sex and fresh seed filling the air.
"More!" Lirien demanded, pushing her ass against Dain as if she could extract every last drop. "Don't you dare stop!"
Dain didn't. He kept pumping inside her, his cock still hard as steel even after emptying himself. His hands locked around Lirien's waist, lifting her until she sat on top of him, her ass crushing his balls while his cock remained buried in her cunt, dripping semen with every movement.
"Thank you, my lord," Dain gasped, his eyes finding Raul's for a second, shining with a gratitude that was almost religious. "For the meal."
Raul said nothing. He only smiled, a slow and dangerous gesture, while outside in the main hall, the Vaelith and Duskwhisper families toasted to their union, oblivious to what was truly happening.
After all, what was a little betrayal between future spouses?