A Quiet Passion - Part 1(18+)

Note: We have waited for this a while, so this will be a long few chapters of lovemaking! Details and all, be ready~

As Wolf stood before Astoria, his heart was pounding just as much as hers. Glancing her up and down, he tried to inch closer with a heart full of genuine desire. Reluctant, the queen took a step back; her heart wasn't yet ready to face what came next. Her action alarmed the king's caution, and in turn, he decided to take things as slow and as comfortable as possible. That began by letting his coat fall off his shoulder and revealing to her what could and would be hers.

A scholar turned barbarian, his body–his flesh- was crafted like a marvel. Firm in shape and in that of strength, every inch of his upper body was a sight to be held. Astoria, being a woman, could not resist the charm either. She'd seen Wolf topless at the event, but being so up close now, she could truly soak it in every detail and even admire the groove between his abs. 

Bewitched by the sight of his body glowing under the dim lights of the dark chandelier, she took a deep gulp and moved closer to him. Unable to resist the urge to run her finger through the grooves of his abs, she pressed her index against his flesh before allowing her hand to press flat against his belly.

"Ahh~" Pulled further into his proximity by a tug on her hips, Astoria let out a sighing moan. Lifting her eyes to match his, she felt a burning blush rushing across her cheeks. "W-Wolf…I'm not sure about–"

Her words were cut short by the sensation of his heart beating against hers. Pressing tight against Wolf's body, her chest–or rather her breasts were squished to the point where her nipples ached plenty. But more than that, she could feel her heart trying to synchronize with the king's.

Just as anxious as her, Wolf too was nervous about their first night. And why wouldn't he be? This was the woman of his dreams held tight in his arms, and her body, ever fertile, was ever ready to breed. One wrong move and things collapse into a disaster, thus, he had to be careful until the very end of this encounter. On one hand, it could be a night of disappointment or the night for conception of their kid–something neither of them was ready for just yet. On the other, it could be the best night of their lives thus far, but that depended on everything going smoothly. 

"Let me take the lead," and yet, lifting Astoria's head by her chin, Wolf looked her in the eye and whispered. "I'll give you everything you can hope for and more."

Astoria's eyes quivered to that promise. She didn't know what he meant by those words, and yet it somehow passionately grabbed her by the gut. In reality, it was an act of her subconsciousness, finally easing to the fact that she was under the command of a man who actually cared for how she felt in his company.

First, her subconscious and then her body both eased into his touch, and before she knew it, Wolf's lips were claiming hers. Tasting the salt on his lips, she wondered if hers tasted the same. Raw as flesh was meant to be and yet carrying a lively taste. Further exploring his mouth, she found herself struggling to keep up with his tongue. It tossed hers around and kept her on her foot's edge, almost as if Wolf was trying to break her one emotional brick at a time.

"Mhnm!" Squealing to his finger trailing down her back and landing on her butt, Astoria's eyes opened wide and stared at her adoptive son. No longer he appeared the same, for in her eyes, he had turned from a naive boy to a man she had submitted herself to.

Something about a woman being held by a man held a special kind of magic. One that shifts the dynamic between the two on its head, and Astoria felt no different. Instead of being the one in charge, she began to feel more and more like the little spoon in the relationship. And the squeezing by him on her buttocks, it felt wrong and yet so right that she couldn't bring herself to brush his hand off. In fact, she craved his touch some more, so much so that she felt it was time to reveal what lay underneath her clothes. 

Breaking from the kiss, she closed her eyes in shame while reaching for the laces on the back of her dress. Pulling on them, she felt her clothes falling off her shoulders, revealing to Wolf a pale orange lingerie with the cloth cut into hearts around her nipples and groin. Melting perfectly into her fair skin, the lewd attire was nearly invisible against her skin. Not to mention being netted; barely anything was hidden by the lingerie of her thick and curvy body.

Slowly opening her eyes, Astoria's face turned as red as a beet. Wolf's eyes were focused on her breasts. Ripe for the sucking and aching for his touch, they were supple as they can be for having breastfed before. By now, as the thought crossed her mind that they now belonged to Wolf and his children, she covered them with her hands. But that only ended in Wolf admiring the rest of her body.

As heavy on the bottom as the top, Astoria's body had the perfect balance of maturity with a young allure. The only thing that would even give off her age was her slightly outwards belly by her womb, a sure proof of a pregnancy long past. Glancing further down at her thigh that rubbed together even though her legs were spread apart, Wolf knew he had to feel them up or at least push them together to fuck them raw as he would the rest of her body.

But before then, just as she had unveiled herself to him, Wolf decided to do away with his pants and reveal himself as well. Tugging the laces of his martial pants, he quickly undid them and let the curtain fall. And as it did, Astoria's eyes widened, and a gasp escaped through her lips. Hanging between Wolf's legs was a cock as big and thick as her arms–she'd heard the rumors, but for them to be true and more?! 

"N-no way…I-its so big…" With a gulp, she glanced up into Wolf's eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll be as gentle or as rough as you want me," responded the king, and before Astoria had time to say anything else, Wolf began moving closer, fully intent on carrying her to bed and taking things further.

Coincidently, having seen the curious looks on both of their faces, Hestia snipped her connection to the spying doll. What happened next was meant for the king and the queen, nobody else, not even her.