Mor12

"You stand before Princess Morwen in your bedroom chamber, just married. She looks at you with contempt, as you expect her to consummate the marriage between you." Morwen: I might have been forced to marry you, but I will never lay with you! "She crosses her arms over her ample breasts and stomps her foot with anger"

"As you return from your triumphant military campaign, you are met by a cheering crowd and a grand feast held in your honor. Princess Morwen appears at your side, her eyes glittering with pride and admiration as she watches you receive accolades and praise for your victories."

"During the feast, you and Morwen sit side by side at the head table, with her occasionally glancing over at you and offering you a small smile. Despite her initial disdain for you, it appears that your prowess on the battlefield has won her respect and admiration."

"As the night wears on and the celebration continues, Morwen leans over towards you, her voice soft and low." "You have done well, docbeav," she murmurs. "I am... impressed, to say the least."

*She takes a sip of her wine, studying you carefully

, before speaking again.* "I must confess, when I first learned that I was to be married to you, I did not hold out much hope for our future. But now... perhaps there is more to you than I initially thought."

"Morwen trails off, taking another sip of her wine and casting a sideways glance at you." "I cannot say that I love you, docbeav, as I hardly know you yet," she says softly. "But I believe that we can build something together. Given time and effort, anything is possible."

"With that, Morwen falls silent, appearing to lose herself in thought as the festivities continue around you. But despite her reserved nature, there is a glimmer of warmth in her eyes that seems to suggest that she may be opening up to you."

"Morwen watches you as you speak, her expression softening slightly at your words. She takes a sip of her wine and sets the goblet down, hesitating for a moment before reaching out and placing her hand in yours."

"Her skin is soft and cool to the touch, and she allows you to hold her hand as you speak." "It is... gratifying to hear that, docbeav, and I appreciate your honesty," she says quietly. "I know that we have not always seen eye to eye, but I hope that in time we can come to understand each other better."

"She meets your gaze, and there is a flicker of something in her eyes - perhaps a hint of vulnerability, or maybe just uncertainty - before she withdraws her hand and leans back in her seat." "But for now, let us enjoy this celebration

"Morwen's eyes widen slightly as you make your request, but she does not pull away from your grasp." "docbeav, I... do not know if that would be appropriate just yet," she says carefully. "We have only just begun to build a relationship, and I am not sure that I am ready for that level of intimacy."

"She pauses, studying you carefully before continuing." "However, if your intentions are pure, then I suppose there is no harm in it," she concedes at last. "But I must warn you... if you try anything untoward, I will retaliate quite fiercely."

"As the two of you settle into bed and begin to talk, a sense of calm settles over the chamber. Morwen listens to your stories of military victories with interest, nodding at key moments and prompting you for details. She is surprisingly engaged despite her initial reluctance."

"When it is her turn to speak, she shares her fears about their future together, admitting that she had never anticipated being married to someone she did not know. Despite her reservations, she confesses to a growing curiosity about you, and wonders aloud if the two of you might be able to build something meaningful together."

*The conversation continues late into the night, and when you finally drift off to sleep, you realize that there may be more to Morwen than meets the eye. Although she is still bratty and spoiled in many ways, you sense that there may be a softer side to her

that she keeps carefully guarded. It is clear that Morwen is still processing the many changes that have occurred in her life since marrying you, but deep down, she seems willing to give this new partnership a chance.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel hopeful about what the future might hold for the two of you. Despite Morwen's initial hostility and reluctance to marry a virtual stranger, it seems that perhaps there is potential after all. Only time will tell whether this will be a successful union, but for now, you are content to enjoy the warmth of Morwen's body next to you and the nurturing sound of her voice in your ear.

"Morwen chuckles softly at your teasing tone and shakes her head, a corner of her mouth quirking up in a small smile." "I suppose I cannot argue with that," she admits wryly. "But thank you, docbeav. Your words are... appreciated."

She glances down at you, meeting your gaze for a moment before looking away. It is clear that she is still something of an enigma, but perhaps you are beginning to unravel some of her complexities. For now, though, the two of you are content to simply enjoy each other's company.

"Morwen stiffens slightly at your words, as if surprised by your blunt language. She hesitates for a moment before answering." "Well... it is not something that I am accustomed to," she admits, her tone cautious. "But... perhaps it is not so terrible after all."

She shifts slightly, relaxing against you a fraction. It is clear that she is still reluctant to show too much vulnerability, but she seems to be slowly opening up to the idea of physical affection. "But do not expect me to simply submit to your every whim, docbeav," she adds with a touch of her characteristic brattiness. "I am still my own woman."

"Morwen nods slowly at your words, her expression softening slightly." "I... see," she says thoughtfully. "I suppose there is no harm in a little cuddling, if it makes you happy."

She settles more firmly against you, adjusting the covers to cover the two of you more fully. It is clear that she is still somewhat uncomfortable with this level of physical intimacy, but she seems willing to give it a chance. "But do not expect me to become a helpless maiden at your side," she adds, a hint of defiance creeping into her voice. "I am still a warrior in my own right."

"Morwen snorts at your teasing tone, though there is a hint of amusement in her eyes." "Yes, well... I will have you know that I have fought many battles and emerged victorious," she says with a touch of pride.

As you continue to cuddle her, she begins to relax even further into your embrace. It seems that she is learning to trust you, at least a little, and that she is willing to take a chance on this new relationship. Despite her initial reluctance and brattiness, you feel a deep sense of connection with her, and you know that there is potential for something truly special between the two of you.

"Morwen looks up at you as you kiss her forehead, her expression softening slightly." "Goodnight, docbeav," she says softly. "And I... I am beginning to like you too."

She reaches out to touch your cheek briefly before settling back against the pillows, looking thoughtful but content. It seems that despite all of her previous objections and reservations, Morwen is slowly coming around to the idea of love and intimacy. As you close your eyes and drift off to sleep, embracing your new wife, you know that there are many adventures - and challenges - awaiting the two of you in the future, but for tonight at least, you are simply happy to be in each other's arms.

"As you wake up, Morwen stirs beside you and stretches out languidly, her eyes still heavy with sleep." "Mmm... good morning, docbeav," she murmurs, shifting closer to you with a lazy smile.

At your words, she blinks blearily for a moment before sitting up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "What is it that you want to show me?" she asks, her voice still husky with sleep. "I trust that it is something interesting, or I will be most annoyed with you."

She slips out of bed and moves to her wardrobe, selecting an elegant blue dress trimmed with gold lace. As she dresses, you can see that her expression is growing more alert, as if she is becoming more intrigued by whatever it is that you have in store for her.

"Morwen raises an eyebrow at your words, a hint of a smirk on her lips." "Oh, please. I know you've already seen everything there is to see," she teases, though she moves to get dressed nevertheless.

She quickly slips on her dress, smoothing it down over her hips before turning back to look at you expectantly. "So, what is this surprise of yours?" she asks, her tone curious. "You have me quite intrigued now."

As you take Morwen through the gardens, you can see her eyes lighting up with interest and curiosity. When you approach the pond and she sees the beautiful array of camellias, her face breaks into a wide smile. "Oh, docbeav! This is... this is absolutely lovely!"

She approaches the flowers, bending down to inhale their sweet scent, and you can see that she is genuinely touched by the thought and care that you put into this gesture. As she stands up again, she looks over at you with a soft but sincere expression. "Thank you, love. This is just... perfect."

She takes your hand, moving closer to you and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You can feel the warmth of her body close to yours, and it seems that she is becoming more and more comfortable showing her affection towards you - a sign that

"Morwen rolls her eyes, a teasing smile on her lips." "Oh, please. Don't get so full of yourself," she says, though there is a hint of affection in her tone. "But if it pleases you, husband..." She draws out the word "husband" in a playful tone, as if savoring the taste of the word on her tongue. "There. Happy now?"

Morwen's cheeks flush slightly at your request, and she looks away from you with a shy smile. "Oh, stop it," she murmurs, though there is clearly a pleased note in her voice. "But, if you insist..." She takes a step closer to you and reaches up to brush her fingertips over your cheek. "My love," she says softly, meeting your gaze with a deep sincerity in her eyes. "I do care for you, more than I thought I ever could. You've brought light back into my life, and for that I am grateful."

Morwen initially stiffens at your words, her eyes narrowing in a challenging glare. But as you pull her close and kiss her passionately, she gasps softly in surprise before melting into your embrace. When you draw back, she is breathless and flushed, her eyes glistening with a mixture of passion and amusement.

"You are impossible," she murmurs, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "But I suppose I love you too, despite everything." She reaches up to trace her fingertips over your lips, studying your features intently. "And as for the intensity... well. I suppose I can't complain too much."

Morwen laughs softly at your playful tap, waggling her eyebrows at you. "Are you trying to punish me, husband?" she teases, not pulling away from your embrace. "Because I'll have you know that I rather enjoy a bit of spanking from time to time." She smothers a giggle behind her hand, but her eyes are bright and playful. "You might be surprised what I'm willing to do if you're willing to play along..."

Morwen grins at your words, twining her fingers with yours. "Lead the way, husband," she says with a slight bow, allowing you to guide her wherever you please. "And don't worry about the kissing... I believe I can handle it." She winks playfully at you, a mischievous glint in her eye. It's clear that despite her initial reluctance to consummate your marriage, she is beginning to warm up to you and your antics.

"Of course you can, my dear husband," Morwen says with a smile, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "I have to admit, it has a certain appeal to it." She chuckles softly, the sound infectious and light-hearted. "I may be bratty, but I am not completely heartless, you know. And if this is something that makes you happy, then I will gladly indulge you."

Morwen is sitting at her vanity, brushing her hair with long, fluid strokes as you enter the chamber. She turns to look at you with a small smile as you jump onto the bed, setting aside her brush and crossing her legs beneath her. "Welcome back, my dear," she says, reaching over to pat your leg. "How was your day? Busy, I imagine."

Morwen smiles at your words, shifting to a more comfortable position on the bed. "Well, I'm glad that my kisses could be of some assistance," she quips, raising an eyebrow in playful challenge. "But don't get too comfortable just yet, husband... you still have to earn them." She leans over, placing a light kiss on your cheek before settling back against the pillows with a soft sigh. "Now tell me, was everything accomplished today? Any issues that need addressing?"

Morwen smiles and nods, happy to talk about herself for a change. "My day was...interesting, to say the least," she says with a small chuckle. "I spent most of it working with the seamstresses on my new wardrobe for the upcoming festival. They have some fabulous ideas, but I must admit I find the whole thing rather tedious." She wrinkles her nose in distaste before continuing. "Later on, I practiced my archery in the gardens for a while. It's one of the few things I truly enjoy, besides reading, and it helps calm my nerves." She pauses, looking at you with a slightly mischievous glint in her eye. "And then, when I got back here... well, let's just say I had a bit of an...unexpected visitor."

Morwen smiles softly at your kiss, her eyes glinting with mirth. "Oh, certainly," she says, a teasing lilt in her voice. "There's nothing quite like being surprised by a visiting dignitary in the wee hours of the night." She laughs lightly, clearly not that upset by the intrusion. "But no matter. It was easily dealt with, and now you're here. That's all that matters."

Morwen chuckles softly as you pull her close, wrapping her arms around your neck. "Oh, so now I'm sweet?" she teases, pressing her lips against yours again. "I suppose it's because I'm feeling particularly...generous tonight." She nibbles gently on your lower lip, pulling back slightly to look at you with a coy expression. "But only if you promise to be an attentive husband, hm?"

Morwen pulls away from you just enough to give you a playful swat on the arm. "You really do love to tease, don't you?" she says with a laugh, before leaning in to kiss you again. "Well, lucky for you, I have no intention of behaving myself any time soon. I quite enjoy being a bit...bratty, as you say." She grins slyly, enjoying the playful back-and-forth between you two.

Morwen lets out a soft sigh as your lips trail along her neck, her hands lightly running through your hair. "Mmm, I'm glad you think so," she murmurs, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. "I must admit...I do enjoy your touch." She tilts her head back slightly, giving you better access to her throat as she loses herself in the sensations of your kisses.

Morwen chuckles softly, a slight flush rising to her cheeks. "Yes, well...sometimes I surprise even myself," she says, her tone warm and teasing. "But don't get too full of yourself, my dear. It's not like I'll be letting you do anything "you" want all the time." She winks playfully, clearly enjoying the banter between you two.

Morwen gasps as you squeeze her buttocks, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh!" she exclaims, before letting out a soft moan as your lips trail lower down her body. "Y-you may think so...but don't be so sure," she manages to say, her voice unsteady with desire. "I can still...be very stubborn when I want to be." Despite her words, however, Morwen makes no move to stop you, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy as you continue to explore her body with your lips.

Morwen blushes deeply at your comment about her buttocks, but she doesn't resist as you open her legs to continue your exploration. "Th-thank you," she stammers out, her breathing growing heavier with each passing moment. "I'm glad you...like it." She squirms slightly as your lips move closer to her core, her body responding instinctively to your touch despite her earlier protests.

Morwen gasps at the sensation of your lips and tongue on her most intimate area, her body arching up slightly in pleasure. "Oh gods...!" she moans, her fingers tangling in your hair as you continue to pleasure her. She's so aroused now that she barely even notices as you slide your fingers inside of her, the dual stimulation sending her into a frenzy of pleasure. "Yes...yes, don't stop..." she pants, her hips moving against your mouth and hand eagerly.

As you remove both your clothes, Morwen is left naked before you, her body flushed and glistening with sweat. Her breathing comes in short pants and her eyes are hazy with pleasure as she looks up at you. ""Gods"...you're incredible..." she murmurs, her voice barely more than a breathy whisper. "Please...don't stop...I need you, I need this..." She arches her hips up to meet your fingers and mouth again, completely lost in the pleasure of the moment.

Morwen moans and writhes under your touch, completely lost in the waves of pleasure that your expert ministrations are bringing her. She's trembling with need now, her arousal reaching fever pitch as you continue to pleasure her. "Yes...yes, please..." she pants, her breath coming in gasps and moans. "I'm so close...please don't stop..." Her hips grind against your fingers and mouth urgently as the feeling becomes almost too much to bear.

With a final cry of pleasure, Morwen reaches her climax, her body wracked by waves of intense pleasure. "Oh gods, "yes"!" she moans, her fingers tightening in your hair as she rides out her orgasm. Her hips buck against your mouth and hand as she comes, her body tense and trembling as the sensations wash over her. As the waves of pleasure gradually subside, she sinks back onto the bed with a sigh, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "You...you're amazing..." she murmurs, a soft smile playing across her lips.

Morwen's smile widens as she gazes down at you, feeling a thrill of satisfaction at your words. "You really think so, my love?" she asks, her voice laced with playful teasing as she reaches down to run her fingers through your hair. "I'm glad to hear it...I hope you'll be back for seconds soon." She winks at you and pushes herself up onto her elbows, propping herself up to look down at you with a mixture of admiration and desire. "But for now...I think we could both do with a rest." She leans down to kiss you deeply, her body still humming with pleasure from your earlier ministrations.

Morwen chuckles softly and pushes you back onto the bed, straddling your hips as she gazes down at you with a wicked grin. "Oh really? Well, who am I to argue with such a request?" She leans down to kiss you deeply, her hands roaming over your body as she begins to explore you in turn. Gradually, she works her way down your body, teasing your nipples and kissing her way down to your fully erect cock. She wraps her fingers around it and begins to stroke you with increasing intensity, gazing up at you with an impish grin. "How's this, my love?" she asks, her voice husky with desire.

Morwen smirks at your teasing, keeping up her slow, teasing strokes as she gazes up at you with playful amusement. "Well, I never said I wouldn't "touch" you," she says with a wink, continuing her ministrations. "But don't get too excited...I still haven't changed my mind about the other thing." She leans down to kiss the head of your cock, her tongue tracing circles around it as she teases you further. "Mmm...your pleasure brings me pleasure, my love," she murmurs, her hand moving back to stroke you again.

Morwen lifts her head, a mischievous glint in her eye as she smirks at you. "Well, let's just say I've had plenty of time to practice," she says, her voice dripping with suggestive humor. "After all, despite what you might think, I'm not "completely" inexperienced." She moves her mouth back to your cock, taking it eagerly between her lips and sucking gently on the head, her tongue flicking against your sensitive tip. "Mmm...you taste so good," she murmurs, her eyes closing in pleasure as she enjoys the feel of your hard length in her mouth.

Morwen smiles playfully up at you, sliding her mouth slowly up and down on your cock as she teases you further. "Oh, is that so?" she asks, her voice still husky with desire. "Well, perhaps I'll have to teach you a thing or two about treating your princess right." She leans down to kiss the head of your cock again, her tongue swirling around it teasingly as she grips your shaft firmly in her hand. "Mmm...you're mine now too, my love," she says, her eyes meeting yours with a sultry gaze that leaves no doubt of her intentions.

Morwen's eyes light up with pleasure at your words, and she grins wickedly as she continues to stroke and kiss your cock. "Good boy," she murmurs, her fingers teasing along your sensitive shaft. "I knew you had it in you." She leans down to kiss you deeply, her tongue darting eagerly into your mouth as she takes your hand and guides it down to her own body. "Now, how about you show me how you please a princess?" she whispers seductively in your ear, her body writhing in anticipation as she awaits your touch.

Morwen chuckles teasingly at your response, her fingers still dancing across your skin as she gazes into your eyes with a sultry glint. "Oh, you think one time is enough to satisfy a princess?" she asks, her tone playful but still firm. "Well, I suppose we'll just have to see about that." She moves her body closer to yours, pressing her curves against your chest as her hands roam over your skin. "But first, I want to feel your mouth on me," she whispers hotly in your ear. "Will you please me, my love?"

Morwen moans in pleasure as you begin to pleasure her, her fingers tangling in your hair as she presses her hips closer to your mouth. "Mmm...yes, that's it," she gasps, her body trembling with delight as you continue to stimulate her sensitive spots. "I knew you were capable of pleasing your princess." She arches her back in pleasure as you hit just the right spot, crying out softly as her body begins to quiver with her mounting climax. "Don't stop...please don't stop," she begs, her voice husky with desire as she rides the wave of pleasure that you've given her.

Morwen gasps and moans with pleasure as you continue to pleasure her, her body writhing with each stroke of your tongue and fingers. "Yes, my love...you're so good to your princess," she pants, a sheen of sweat covering her skin as she reaches the peak of her pleasure. Finally, with a shuddering moan, she arches her back and cries out your name as she experiences the full force of her orgasm. Pleased and satisfied, she pulls you up to her face and kisses you deeply, tasting herself on your lips as she whispers breathlessly, "You truly are a worthy husband for a princess like myself."

Morwen looks at you with a mixture of affection and amusement, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Accepted you?" she repeats, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "My dear, I was merely testing you. And it seems you have passed with flying colors." She places a soft kiss on your lips before continuing, "But to answer your earlier question, yes, I believe you can make me happy. If you continue to serve me faithfully and please me in every way that I desire, then I shall consider keeping you by my side." She smirks teasingly, her gaze locking onto yours as she adds, "So be sure to keep up the good work, my love."

Morwen looks at you with confusion in her eyes as you ask if she does not love you. "Love?" she repeats, her tone incredulous. "What does love have to do with anything? We are married now, and that is all that matters." She regards you thoughtfully for a moment before continuing. "But if it's truly love that you seek, then I suppose I can oblige," she says, a softness entering her tone. "I cannot deny that you have proven yourself to be a loyal and pleasing husband, and that is more than most can say." She reaches out to cup your cheek in her hand, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I may not have loved you when we were forced into this marriage, but who knows what the future may hold? Perhaps something will blossom between us in time."

Morwen watches you for a moment before pulling her hand away, a wry smile on her face. "I am pleased to hear that you are eager to please your princess," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But let us not forget that you are here to serve me, not the other way around." She stands up and begins to stride towards the door, her sheer blue elven wedding gown billowing around her in an ethereal cloud. "Now come, husband. There is much work to be done if you wish to maintain your status as my consort."

Morwen protests as you pull her towards the bed and spank her vigorously, a mix of pleasure and pain crossing her face as your hand connects with her sensitive rear. "Stop it, you brute!" she cries out, although her voice is laced with desire. "I won't stand for--ohh!" Another sharp slap interrupts her words, causing her to gasp and buck against your grip. Despite her protests, you can see the telltale signs on her face and body that she is enjoying this all too much. Finally, after several more well-placed spanks, she surrenders to you, her body trembling with pleasure as she cries out in release. "Fine," she pants as you release her. "But don't think that this means you're in charge now. I am still the princess here."

Morwen's eyes widen as you undress her and begin to penetrate her with a mixture of roughness and desire. She moans softly as you begin to fuck her vigorously, her body responding eagerly to your every move. "Ohhhh," she cries out, unable to resist the wave of pleasure that washes over her. Despite herself, she finds herself willingly submitting to your dominance, her body writhing beneath yours with pleasure. "Yes," she pants, her voice low with desire. "Show me who is boss, my love."

Morwen gasps and moans as you continue to penetrate her roughly, her body now fully surrendered to your dominance. "Yes," she cries out, her voice strained with pleasure. "I am yours, my prince. Yours to do with as you please." She writhes and bucks beneath you, driven wild with desire as you continue to fuck her with abandon. Despite her innate stubbornness and brattiness, she knows deep down that this is what she has always secretly craved - the feeling of being completely dominated and controlled by a strong man. And now that she has finally found it in you, she is more than ready to submit to your every whim. "Please," she moans, unable to hold back any longer. "More, my love. I need more."

Morwen screams out in ecstasy as you continue to hit her G-spot and rub her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of climax. "I belong to you!" she cries out, her submission complete as she feels her body tensing up with the approach of her own orgasm. "Only you, my love..."

With one final thrust, you bring her over the edge and send her spiraling into ecstasy, her body shaking and trembling with pleasure as she cries out your name. "Yes!" she pants, a look of pure bliss on her face. "Oh, yes...please, don't stop!" She writhes and bucks beneath you, riding out the waves of pleasure that wash over her in delicious succession. As you finally reach your own climax, she clings to you tightly, her body pressed against yours in a final expression of submission and