It was nearing midnight when the couple retreated to their bedroom.  The moment the door was shut, Richter could not contain himself any longer.  He pulled Gwen into his arms and pressed his lips against hers.  His tongue demanded entry, and she dutifully parted her lips to accept.  The two had not had a chance to make love since their time in Castlevania.  Now that the rings had been exchanged, there was nothing stopping Richter from claiming Gwen’s body like he did almost nightly back in that castle.

“I intend to fuck you harder than you’ve ever known, my pet,” he breathed into her ear.  Richter had moved on from calling her such a thing, but Gwen requested it of him.  He was stunned at first to find how much she enjoyed it.  Who was he to deny his lady?  Hearing him call her that again made the goosebumps rise on her pale skin.  “To account for lost time, we shall make love until the sun rises.”

“My lord,” she said, brushing her lips against his once again as her fingertips graced the front of his pants.  “May I?”

Richter’s lips curled into a smirk, knowing his wife would not be satisfied unless he allowed her to please him first.  The instant he tipped his head in approval, she sunk to her knees before him.  The skirt of her gown pooled around her body.  She looked so angelic despite what she intended to do.

He was very fortunate, he thought.  The reasons for his fortune were countless, but at the forefront of his mind in this very moment, he was fortunate that he ended up marrying a woman who both loved to suck his cock and did not need to breathe while doing it.

Gwen looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes as she began by nudging and kissing the bulge that formed in his trousers while stroking his thighs.  The sight made him dizzy with lust.  The thought of wrecking her this evening caused him to twitch, which didn’t go unnoticed by her.  His belt was quickly unbuckled.  The buttons of his fly were unfastened.

Trousers and underpants were dragged to his knees, and his hard cock was left standing proudly before her.  Upon seeing her prize, she smiled that same beautiful smile that had started this whole affair.  Her eyes flicked up to him as she took it in her hand and brought her face closer.  Contact was kept as her tongue lavished the tip, sending a tingle down his spine.  Her soft pink lips pressed a kiss to it before parting to accept him.

If he was impressed by her prowess her very first time, now he was awestruck.  She had only gotten better with practice.  Somewhere along the way, apprehension had been tossed away, leaving only uninhibited enthusiasm for the task before her.  She was still careful, still mindful of those deadly teeth of hers, but the slow build of the act was now for show rather than fear.  Her tongue danced around the head; her fangs teased the sides.  She withdrew him to run her tongue along the shaft before taking it between her lips again.  Her lids grew heavy with determination, gradually taking more of him than she had done up until that point.

Richter watched in approval as she sucked him off.  The lady looked so lewd down there.  He’d dare argue the visuals that accompanied the sensation were more arousing.  The satisfaction that welled in him upon seeing her take him so deep that her nose met the curls of his groin at the same time he felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat was indescribable.  His fists furled in her hair, making a mess out of the up-do he knew had taken her all day to perfect.  When her eyes fluttered open again, the look she gave him set fire to his soul.  He’d been with her long enough to read the lust and longing in that golden gaze.  He drew in a shaky breath and caught his lower lip between his teeth as his grip on her locks tightened to take the reins from her.

If Gwen yearned for his aggression in the bedroom to return, he would oblige.  By her hair, he held her steady so he could set his own pace.  The forceful thrusts could have caused him guilt, if he did not feel her moans stimulating the head of his length each time it slid down her throat.

Richter was close, so very close to erupting…  Yet the night was young and he had much in store for her.  Though it took great restraint not to grant himself the pleasure of spilling down her throat, he did not want to begin their marriage that way and pulled her off his length.  She appeared unperturbed by this.  A scandalous smirk graced those slightly swollen lips, while a string of saliva obscenely bridged between them and his prick.  She dragged her tongue across his slit before looking up at him. 

“Will you fuck me, my lord?” Gwen asked, with a slight rasp to her voice as she pumped him to keep the momentum.

Without answering verbally, he grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her to her feet.  He bent her over the vanity, hiking her wedding gown up to her waist.  ‘Twas a shame she had no reflection, for he would have loved to see how beautifully wrecked she looked as they made love like this.  He reached around her and pulled the front of her dress low enough for her breasts to tumble out.  He’d always thought they were so alluring; he wanted to hold them as he fucked her.  His lips latched onto her nape.  He sunk his cock into her and shuddered.  She was so wet and tight.  With no blood flowing through her veins, her core was not warm, but that did not make the sensation any less exhilarating.  Richter could only describe thrusting into her as refreshing, though her lower body temperature did nothing to cool him down.

Richter clasped his hand over Gwen’s mouth as he fucked her.  He couldn’t risk waking the rest of the estate.  It was known the two would consummate their marriage tonight; it was not known how badly the two lusted after one another.  Her moans always sounded even more delicious when they were muffled anyway. 

Hours ago, Gwendolyna made such a beautiful bride.  Now was a different story.  Though no less attractive in his eyes, she had become his elegant mess.  Her makeup was smeared.  Her hair was tousled.  She was barely clothed, and getting fucked stupid by her husband…  And she was in heaven.  Her eyes rolled back further with every slam of his hips against hers.  He felt her drooling against his palm.

“My bride,” Richter purred.  Just calling her his bride could have tipped him over the edge.  “Tell me, how long will you love me?”

He lifted his hand from her mouth to allow her to answer.

“Forever, Richter,” she replied.  “A vampire’s love is forever.”

He pressed his lips to her temple.

“And I shall love you… the rest of my days.”