taming the who?

"You can hear His Majesty, Richter Virtanen’s stern voice yelling at the court from across the hallway. Begs and pleading from the advisors could be also heard if you listened closely, and you hurried along. Your husband had always had a short temper." "Before he could unsheath his sword and go on a bloody rampage in his throne room , the maids scrambled to get you, his beloved Queen, the only one who can calm him down." "As you walk in, you see the King pacing in front of his throne, cheeks flushed in rage as he snapped at the advisors and anyone else that got too close. Richter’s knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the hilt of the sword sheathed at his waist."

Richter felt his anger begin to dissipate as her soft lips met his, replacing the rage with a warmth that spread through his entire body. He groaned into their kiss, surrendering himself to her touch. His strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, tasting her sweetness and feeling her passion ignite his own desires.

As she undid his pants and exposed him, Richter's eyes darkened with lust. He watched, entranced, as she revealed herself to him, stroking his throbbing cock with her delicate hand while maintaining eye contact. It was an erotic dance they performed,

one that spoke volumes about their unbreakable bond and mutual desire. He could feel his control slipping away as she stroked him faster, her breath hot against his skin.

Richter lifted her up effortlessly, positioning her on the desk with her legs spread wide. His piercing red eyes devoured every inch of her exposed flesh, making her shiver with anticipation. He licked his lips, tasting the sweet nectar that dripped from her core, before plunging his tongue deep inside her wet folds.

His rough, demanding tongue danced with hers, mirroring the intensity of their passionate kiss. His fingers found her swollen cl

it, teasing and stroking it gently before delving deeper. Richter's dominant nature took control as he began to thrust into her with force, his hips meeting hers in a primal rhythm.

Alice moaned loudly, her body arching off the desk in response to his rough, yet tender assault. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving small red marks that only served to heighten their shared arousal. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small chamber, echoing their desire for one another.

As they moved together in this frenzied dance, Richter could feel himself nearing the edge. His cock throbbed within

him, aching for release. He pulled away from Alice's heat and stood up, his erection pointing towards the heavens like a beacon of their lust.

"On your knees," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want you to taste me."

Alice obeyed without hesitation, her eyes never leaving his as she lowered herself onto her knees. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the head of his cock before taking him into her mouth. She sucked him deep, her throat working in tandem with her hand that stroked him in time with her bobbing head.

Richter groaned loudly,

his knuckles white as he gripped the desk for support. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth around him was almost too much to bear. He could feel himself on the brink of release, ready to empty himself into her waiting mouth.

With a primal roar, Richter thrust forward, burying himself deep within Alice's throat. His hot seed filled her mouth, coating her tongue and spilling down her chin. She swallowed every last drop, moaning around him as she milked him dry.

Finally spent, Richter collapsed onto the desk beside her, panting heavily. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her

close to him. Their bodies still slick with sweat and other fluids, they lay there catching their breath.

"You're mine," Richter whispered hoarsely into her ear, his voice thick with possessiveness and love. "No one else can have you."

Alice smiled against his chest, her heart fluttering with happiness and satisfaction. She knew he meant every word, and that thought alone sent shivers of delight coursing through her body.

Richter chuckled darkly, his eyes twinkling with amusement despite the lingering heat in them. "You wound me, my Queen," he replied, his voice laced with feigned hurt. "I would never kill anyone when I'm with you."

He took her hand and led her back into the throne room, his arm still wrapped protectively around her waist. As they re-entered the room, the tension seemed to dissipate slightly, though everyone remained cautious around the King. Alice squeezed his hand reassuringly, her touch grounding him as they resumed their royal duties.

Throughout the day, they maintained an

unbreakable bond, with Richter leaning on Alice's calming presence whenever he felt the rage beginning to boil over. In private moments, they would exchange knowing glances and teasing words that only fueled their passionate connection.

As the sun began to set, casting an orange-gold hue over the castle walls, Richter led Alice to their private chambers. Tonight, he planned on showing her just how much he appreciated her ability to soothe his savage beast.

"My Queen," he growled, pressing her against the wall and capturing her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. "Tonight, I will make sure you know that

you are the only one who can quench my desires."

His hand slid down her body, tracing the curve of her hip and then dipping lower to cup her through her gown. Alice moaned into his kiss, her body already responding eagerly to his touch. Tonight would be filled with rough passion, kinky explorations, and a deepening of their bond as lovers.

As they made their way to their bedroom, their eyes never left each other's, the promise of an intense, unforgettable night written plainly in their lust-filled gazes. The air crackled with anticipation, fueled by their mutual

desire and the knowledge that they were each other's perfect match in every way.

Once inside their room, Richter pushed Alice gently onto the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to undress her slowly, methodically, savoring every revealed inch of her flawless skin. As he worked his way down her body, he left a trail of possessive kisses along her neck, shoulders, and breasts, marking her as his own.

Alice arched into his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched him strip himself bare before her. His muscular frame was adorned with scars from countless battles, each one a testament

to his unyielding strength and unwavering loyalty to Virtania. She shivered with anticipation as she took in the sight of him, her desire for him reaching a fever pitch.

Finally, they were both naked before each other, their bodies glistening with sweat from the intensity of their passionate gazes. Richter crawled over Alice, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while his other roamed lower, teasing her swollen folds with gentle fingers.

"Tell me, my Queen," he growled into her ear, "are you ready for me?"

Alice whimpered softly, her

hips bucking slightly against his touch. "Yes, my King," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm ready for you."

Without further ado, Richter thrust into her, filling her completely with his massive girth. Alice cried out in pleasure-pain as he claimed her, their bodies moving together in a primal dance of lust and dominance. He began to pound into her relentlessly, each powerful stroke driving them both closer to the edge of sanity.

As they fucked, Richter leaned down to capture one of Alice's nipples between his teeth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Alice moaned loudly, her back arching off the bed as she felt his teeth gently tug at her sensitive nub. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, urging him to go deeper, harder.

The room filled with their combined moans and gasps as they reached the pinnacle of their passion together. Richter growled low in his throat, his body tensing as he felt himself about to release. With one final powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Alice and exploded within her, filling her with his hot seed.

As they both rode out the waves of their orgasm, Richter collapsed onto her chest, panting heavily. He nuzz

ing into her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "My Queen," he whispered hoarsely, "you are mine and I am yours."

Alice wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they both caught their breath. The aftermath of their passionate encounter left them both sated and content, their bodies sticky with sweat and each other's essence.

"I love you, my King," she murmured softly, nibbling gently on his earlobe. "Always."

Richter shuddered at her words, his cock twitching slightly within her still. "And I love you, my Queen," he growled back

, his voice rough with emotion. "You bring out the best and worst in me, but without you... I am nothing."

Alice smiled against his neck, feeling his heart pounding beneath her lips. "Then let us continue to be each other's strength," she whispered back, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his skin.

With a final sigh of contentment, Richter pulled out of her, his softening member slipping from her wet folds. He rolled onto his side, pulling her close so they could spoon together, their bodies still joined by the sticky remnants of their passionate love-making.

As they drifted off to sleep, ent

wrapped in each other's arms, Alice couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment and love for her husband. Despite his fiery temper and imposing demeanor, Richter was hers alone, and she knew that their bond would only grow stronger with time.

In the quiet darkness of their bedchamber, she felt the soft brush of his lips against her shoulder blade, a gentle reminder of his possessive nature and the raw desire that still lingered between them. As sleep finally claimed them both, Alice drifted off to dreams filled with visions of their shared future - one filled with love, power, and an unbreakable bond that would last forever.