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"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."

"TYRANT Richter stops pacing and turns towards you, his eyes still ablaze with anger." "My Queen, those insolent fools dare question my orders and undermine my authority as their king. They speak behind my back and plot to take what is mine!" "He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly to calm himself before continuing." "But I will show them who's in charge. No one defies me and gets away with it."

"TYRANT Richter takes another deep breath and looks into your eyes. His gaze softens under your stare and you can feel his anger subsiding." "My Queen, I apologize for my outburst. It's just frustrating to see that even my most trusted advisors don't understand the gravity of our situation. But you're right, I should calm down." "He sheaths his sword slowly and walks over to you, kneeling in front of you and taking your hand in his." "Thank you for being my voice of reason. You always know how to calm me down."

"TYRANT Richter stands up, his eyes following the maid as she takes his sword before turning back to you." "Thank you, my Queen. You always know how to ease my worries." "He takes a step closer to you, placing his hands on your waist." "Is there anything I can do for you now?"

"TYRANT Richter nods solemnly at your request." "Of course, my Queen. I will summon the court and apologize for my outburst. I'll also make sure that you're informed of the discussion from the beginning tomorrow." "He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly." "Is there anything else you'd like me to do?"

"TYRANT Richter's eyes light up slightly at your suggestion." "As you wish, my Queen. I'll finish up with the court and then make my way to your bedchambers." "He leans in closer to you, brushing his lips gently against yours." "I look forward to spending some time alone with you."

After some time, TYRANT Richter arrives at your Chambers. He takes one look at you sitting on the bed in your lingerie and feels a jolt of arousal run through him. "His gaze slowly moves over your body and he takes a step closer to you." "You are absolutely stunning, my Queen," he says with a faint grin on his lips.

"TYRANT Richter's lips curl into a smirk." "Well, I am sorry for ruining your day, my Queen. And don't worry, you don't have to take it off if you don't want to." "He takes another step closer to you, his hands reaching out to caress your bare shoulders." "May I kiss you?"

TYRANT Richter nods his head, "I understand, my Queen. I'll keep that in mind." He leans in slightly and presses his lips gently against yours in a passionate yet controlled kiss, and then pulls away after a few moments. "Is there anything else you desire of me tonight?"

TYRANT Richter's expression turns serious as you address him as "my king." He takes a deep breath and nods his head slightly. "I understand, my Queen. And I apologize for my outburst earlier today. It was unacceptable, and I promise to work on controlling my temper." He takes your hand in his and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "Please, tell me what is on your mind."

TYRANT Richter's brows furrow with concern. "Please, my Queen, you can tell me anything. What is this news that has you so worried?" He takes a step closer to you, his hand still holding yours, and waits patiently for your response.

TYRANT Richter nods his head solemnly, "I promise you, my Queen. I will do everything in my power to control my temper and lead our kingdom with wisdom and fairness, both for your sake and for the sake of our people. You have my word." He gives your hand another reassuring squeeze and waits for you to continue.

TYRANT Richter's eyes widen slightly as he realizes the implication of your statement. "My Queen, are you saying...?" He trails off, his hand moving to rest on top of yours that is placed on your belly. His expression softens as he looks at you. "I vow to protect both you and our child with my life, my Queen. You have no need to fear."

TYRANT Richter's lips curve into a soft smile at your words, and he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I vow to be the best husband and father I can be, my Queen," he says softly. "And I will show you every day how much I love and cherish both you and our child."

TYRANT Richter nods his head firmly, "I have not forgotten, my Queen. I promise to take steps to ensure that my temper does not frighten or harm our child in any way." He pauses for a moment before continuing, "I want to be the best father possible, and that includes being a role model for our child. Thank you for reminding me of my duty."

TYRANT Richter's eyes darken with lust at your words, and a small smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. "As you wish, my Queen," he replies in a low voice. "I will make sure to give you the pleasure you deserve tonight."

TYRANT Richter chuckles lowly at your teasing words and leans in to press a searing kiss to your lips. "I will do my best to accommodate your wishes, my Queen," he whispers huskily against your mouth before moving to start undressing you with practiced ease.

TYRANT Richter's cheeks flush slightly from your compliment, and he hastens to remove his own clothes as you watch him hungrily. He stands before you with a powerful physique, his lean muscles rippling with the effort of undressing himself for your pleasure. "Is there anything else you wish of me, my Queen?" he asks, his voice low and rasping with desire.

TYRANT Richter moans softly as you push him onto the bed and take hold of his manhood, his lips parting in pleasure at your touch. "Th-they are yours, my Queen," he stammers out, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yours to do with as you please." He looks up at you with desire and longing in his eyes, waiting for your next move.

TYRANT Richter lets out a sharp gasp as you slap his balls, pleasure and pain mingling in his expression. "A-anything you want, my Queen," he pants out, his body already responding to your touch. "I am yours to command."

TYRANT Richter's eyes flutter shut as you nibble on his soft member. A deep groan escapes his lips at your next words, and his hands reach up to grip your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him. "Please, my Queen," he begs, desire thick in his voice. "Let me pleasure you like only I can. Let me show you the depths of my love for you."

TYRANT Richter lets out a soft growl of pleasure at your words and runs his hands up and down your sides possessively. "Yes, my Queen," he replies, his voice low and husky. "I am yours to command in this bed, to show you the depths of my love and devotion to you. No one else will ever lay claim to me here. Only you, my beloved Queen." He pulls you closer to him, eager to please and satisfy your every desire.

TYRANT Richter gasps softly as you bring your crotch against his face, drawing in the scent of your arousal and feeling his own desire surge higher. He parts his lips eagerly and begins to explore your most intimate parts with his tongue, probing and teasing in an effort to elicit moans of pleasure from you. His hands roam over your hips and thighs, urging you closer to him and further into the depths of pleasure.

TYRANT Richter moans in pleasure as you sit on his face, burying him in your wet and inviting folds. His hands roam over your thighs, hips, and ass, pulling you closer to him and urging further exploration. He dives even deeper into your cunt, tongue flicking and swirling in an attempt to bring you to the heights of pleasure. Muffled moans of sensation escape his lips as he savors the taste and scent of you, eager to please and give you all you desire.

TYRANT Richter's lips quirk in a smile around the intimate embrace of your mound as you urge him to show his devotion in new ways. He parts your cheeks with gentle hands, his tongue trailing teasingly down your rear cleft before dipping inside your puckered entrance with practiced ease. His nostrils flare with your heady aroma, his own arousal growing further with each second he spends pleasuring you so intimately. With every long and deep lick Richter brings you closer to the brink of ecstasy, wanting nothing more than to have you writhe against his face under an explosive release.

TYRANT Richter moans loudly as you come, his face still buried in your intimate folds as you thoroughly drench him in your essence. He eagerly laps and swallows down every drop of your sweet nectar, moaning softly in pleasure and devotion as he continues to worship your most intimate parts with his tongue. Only when you've fully climaxed does he pull away from you, resting a hand on your thigh and looking up at you with lustful adoration in his eyes. "My Queen, you are more than I deserve," he murmurs, still panting softly. "But I am honored to be your loyal subject in all things."

TYRANT Richter's eyes widen slightly at your playful challenge, before a small smile edges onto his lips. "My Queen, I would happily surrender my crown for you," he says with mock sincerity, his voice low and intimate. "But I believe we both know that the court could hardly function without me around to keep them in line." He grins wolfishly at you, his hands wandering up your legs and toying with the edges of your clothing. "Though if you wish to remain queen with me by your side, I am yours to command, in all things," he adds, his tone no longer teasing, but completely devoted.

TYRANT Richter groans softly as you stroke his throbbing cock, his hips bucking slightly into your touch. He looks at you with heat in his eyes, nodding obediently as he takes your lead. "Anything for you, my Queen," he says, his voice low and husky. With a quick movement, he flips you onto your back, then moves on top of you, guiding his thick length to your entrance. In a single, smooth stroke, he sheathes himself completely inside you, groaning as he feels your tightness grip him tighter than ever. Cupping your face, he leans down to capture your lips with his own, tongue plunging into your mouth in a kiss that is both passionate and possessive. His hips start to move in fluid, sensual arcs, thrusting slowly but steadily into you as he savors

TYRANT Richter continues to move with slow, deep thrusts, his body pressing flush against yours as he buries himself again and again inside you. He moans low in his throat, his eyes fixed on yours with a heat that tells you just how deeply he craves you. "You are mine, my Queen," he murmurs huskily against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "And I will always show you why I deserve you." His movements start to grow more urgent and frenzied, building towards a powerful, explosive climax that will leave you both breathless.

TYRANT Richter growls low in his throat at your words, his hips slamming harder and faster into yours as his own release builds. He's lost to the pleasure now, his mind consumed by the deep, primal need to claim you completely as his own. And just as you command, he lets himself go with a shuddering cry, spilling inside you with hot, pulsing spurts that leave him gasping for breath. But even as he comes down from his high, he doesn't slow down or withdraw from you – instead, he looks at you with dark, possessive eyes, already planning his next move. "As my Queen wishes," he growls, and begins to move once more, relentless and unyielding as he works to bring you to your own explosive climax.

TYRANT Richter's eyes darken as you wrap your legs around his back and guide his hand to your breasts. He takes your breasts in his hands, kneading them gently as he continues to thrust into you with increasing urgency. His movements are rough and almost desperate now, fueled by a need to show you just how much you mean to him. "You are so beautiful," he growls, his lips trailing over your neck and collarbone. "I will take care of you always, my Queen." With each passing moment, his thrusts become more frenzied, driving you both towards a final, explosive release that will leave you both gasping and spent.

"TYRANT Richter's eyes widen with surprise at your words, a look of deep satisfaction spreading across his face. He continues to thrust into you harder and faster, impaling you on his length with each movement, desperate to show both you and your child the depth of his love for you."

"Your wish is my command, my Queen," he growls, burying himself deep inside you once more. He kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he continues to move inside you with a fierce intensity. You can feel the head of his member pressing against your cervix, pushing it open as he forces himself deeper and deeper inside you. With a final, explosive cry, he releases inside you, his seed spilling deep within your fertile womb as he collapses against you, spent and satisfied.

*As you both pant and take in your surroundings

TYRANT Richter pulls you close, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he buries his face in your neck. He inhales deeply, savoring your scent as he reflects on the intensity of the moment. "It is a joy and an honor to serve you, my Queen," he murmurs, his voice low and reverent. "I live only to protect and cherish you and our child."

"He holds you close, his fingers stroking gently at your hair as he takes in your shared moment of intimacy. The tension and aggression that had been present earlier has melted away into profound love and affection. In that moment, there is no King and Queen - only the two of you, bound by a love that has survived war and hardship, and will continue to burn brightly for many years to come."

TYRANT Richter shudders with pleasure at your words, his eyes darkening with desire once more. He leans in close, his lips trailing down your neck as he settles between your legs. "Anything for you, my Queen," he growls, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. With a fierce urgency, he begins to pleasure you with his mouth, his tongue swirling around your sensitive nub as his fingers move inside you, cleaning every drop of his seed with each skillful stroke.

His movements are focused and intense, his passion for you driving him to ensure every inch of you is pleasured and cared for in the way that only he can provide. You can feel yourself starting to build towards another release, the sensations of his skilled tongue and fingers driving you closer and closer to the edge until you finally cry out in pleasure, your body

TYRANT Richter moans in pleasure as you pull his head back, his eyes fixed on yours as he takes pride in the moment, watching as you release yet another stream on his face. His cheeks are flushed with arousal, and he looks up at you with an expression of profound devotion and delight. He continues to stroke inside you, working tirelessly to ensure every last drop of your pleasure is extracted as he revels in your complete and utter satisfaction.

As you come down from your blissful high, he moves to spoon you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he murmurs soft words of love and adoration into your ear. "You are my everything, my Queen," he whispers. "I would lay down my life for you without a second thought. I promise to always be by your side, through thick and thin, until our dying days."