The bedroom was barely illuminated by the sunlight that peeked through the curtains.

Dene laid on her side as she lovingly gazed at the sleeping Jonathan's face.

According to the bells that rang outside a little while ago, it was a bit after 10 in the morning.

She was still basking in the afterglow, hours after their night of passion finally came to an end.

Jonathan's lack of experience was made up for by his stamina and size. She had never climaxed as much as last night. He was truly a natural at this.

Or maybe wasn’t, and it's simply been too long since her last time. 'A hungry man will eat anything', as her mother once told her, and the gods knew she was starved.

Dene would need to have another go so that she could be sure of his talents. 'Just to know for sure,' she thought with a light chuckle.

She continued to admire his sleeping face. Even like this, he was still handsome.

'How could such a wonderful man be born to such a family, with such a despicable brother?' That was a question she always asked herself. The other siblings were a bit better, not because they were good, but because one had to be truly evil to be worse than Richard.

The nobles loved to talk about how they deserve their status. About how righteous they were, painting themselves and their families as the embodiment of honor and chivalry. But in all her time here, she has only seen one who came close to representing these ideals.

Even if he acted a bit stupid or bragged about his feats once in a while, he would still be a true role model for their children...

Dene lightly trembled, startled by her own thoughts.

Children?

That would never happen. Any news about their relationship and that could very well be her end.

He was highborn, while here in the north she was less than a commoner. He was from the northern kingdoms, while she was from the southern desert. He was white and she was black.

As soon as today she would have to brew some arid tea. There would be no hiding their relationship if she became heavy with child.

But that could wait a few hours.

With her finger, she gently pushed aside a strand of hair that fell over his face. Not as gently as she had hoped, as he moved a bit and slowly opened his eyes.

"Good morning," she greeted with a smile.

"Morning," he greeted back, then letting his eyes wander over her. "Not a bad way to start the day."

"Indeed, and it could have happened a lot earlier if you hadn’t been so stubborn about those vows."

"Yeah…" His smile faded a bit.

"...Do… do you regret it?"

"No," he answered immediately. "Everyday you make my life brighter, and I'll never forget last night. I just wish we could be together without breaking my vows."

Dene understood what he meant. As much as she loved how honor bound he was, this also meant that he took his own words way too seriously. That’s why it took them so long to get here.

"I guess this is a bad time to say it. That wasn’t the only thing you broke last night…" she said, trying to lighten the mood.

Inquisitively, Jonathan looked at her, then followed her gaze up to the headboard. The tall wooden panel now had large cracks extending from top to bottom, while the sheets near it were sprinkled with splinters.

"Did I do that?"

“By the end of it, yes. You were going so hard that you didn’t even notice.”

John simply gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"But don't worry, I'm sure you won't break anything this time."

"Ye- wait, this time?"

"Yes, this time, as in we're doing it again right now." She shifted under the sheets and mounted him, but didn’t put it in just yet.

"But we did it last night."

"And we’ll do it again now, then in the afternoon, and the evening and every moment we're alone from now on."

"But my vows-"

"You've already broken it."

"We just woke up-"

"Jonathan, stop trying to talk your way out of this. I had to wait for years thanks to you, and now we're going to make up for the lost time. Besides," she grabbed his semi-erection, "little Jonathan seems much more honest, and he says he wants to come in again."

"..."

"Is he lying Jonathan?" She rubbed its head against her moist slit, making him harder in the process. "Is he?"

"...no…" he answered in a low voice, after struggling for a couple of seconds.

"Good, so tell me what do you want to do?"

"I want us to be together."

"We are together."

"Yes, but doing what we did yesterday."

"We did a lot of things yesterday. We had breakfast," she let go of his cock and started counting with her fingers. "We flew, we walked in the snow. Oh, maybe you want to walk in the snow again, then I need to pick some warm clothes."

Not letting up on the teasing, Dene attempted to get up but was held down by Jonathan.

"..."

"Say it," she pressed her chest against his' and started kissing his neck. "I want to hear you say it," she whispered by his ear.

"...ck…"

"Louder," she spoke in an almost commanding voice.

"...fuck.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear it. A pity, such a big boy that you’ve been hiding, but I guess if you won’t say it, then there’s nothing-”

“Fuck. I want us to fuck. I've been wanting it ever since I've first seen you, but I had already made that stupid vow, but now I don't care anymore, I want to be with you, to be happy with you, and yes, to fuck you!" Breathless, Jonathan was almost screaming by the end.

Not giving him time to breathe, Dene immediately brought her lips into his, without a care for their morning breath.

She finally broke the kiss and sat up when he could no longer hold it. "And fuck we shall," she grabbed his now fully hard cock. It was completely wet. She was dripping.

She always wondered why she gets so aroused from teasing him, but that was a question for another day.

Dene lined his cock with her cunt and immediately sat down, swallowing him wholly and bringing out a moan of pleasure from both.

'Gods, he is thick.' But that didn’t hold her back yesterday, and it wouldn’t do so now. She only allowed themselves a moment to enjoy the feeling before starting to move, first grinding, then bouncing before grinding once again, all the while squeezing him.

She alternated between the two at her own pleasure, but Jonathan clearly had a preference for one of them. He grabbed her by the waist started thrusting, ramming ever harder into her. Despite enjoying it, that wouldn’t do for Dene. She seized his hands and held it over his head, using her weight to keep them down.

“Yesterday you were on top, that was my gift for your first time. If you want the control from now on, then you’ll have to take it.”

For one instant she could see a fire being lit in his eyes. Just for one instant though, just one spark, and soon enough he resigned himself to his position.

Dene wondered how it would be like when that fire remained lit, the same fire he would display whenever he fought.

With that to look for in the future, she increased the pace, bouncing ever more while her breasts did the same. “Here’s something for you to do,” she pulled his hands onto her breasts. “Play with them or whatever, just stop them from going all over the place.”

Both were breathing heavy, but not from fatigue. It was getting closer. Her previously controlled motions now turned erratic as her hips started bucking. No turning back. With hands on his chest for leverage, Dene put her soles flat on the bed and bounced with as much force as she could muster, not caring if the bed would be strong enough to handle it.

By the look on Jonathan’s face, she knew he was about to reach his end. “Yes, do it! Give it to me!” She commanded and he obeyed, shooting his seed deep inside of her with a moan of pleasure.

“Yes, yes!” The old familiar warmth filling her up was the last push she needed, causing her own climax. After one final bounce, she released a guttural, animalistic moan.

Jonathan gave another moan, this time more pain than pleasure, but she was too far gone to pay attention, eyes rolling up as her whole body trembled.

Exhausted, she finally collapsed on top of him, where she remained barely moving for a couple of minutes. “Definitely,” she spoke, still gasping for air, “not a bad way to start the day."