I moan around his cock, feeling the heat spread through my body as I take him deeper into my mouth. My hands grip his thighs tightly, digging my nails in slightly as I try to focus on pleasing him while also containing this overwhelming desire that wells up inside me. He feels so good... so big... so forbidden... It's like nothing I've ever experienced before and I can't get enough of it.

I gasp as he fills my mouth, taking every inch of him deep inside. My throat burns with the effort to accommodate his massive girth, but I don't want to stop. I moan around him, feeling the heat and power emanating from him as I suck, trying desperately to please him. My hands move restlessly over his legs, up his thighs toward his hips, grasping at anything to steady myself as I am consumed by this newfound passion.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I always hoped that I would find someone who cared for me the way you do... who made me feel safe and loved. And now that I have... I don't want to let go." Tears well up in her eyes as she gazes at the ring in your hand, and then back up to meet your gaze once more. "Yes, Norman Cloutier," she whispers huskily, "I will marry you."

The ceremony is a grand affair, with nobles from far and wide coming to witness the joining of their kingdom's most precious treasures. Olivia wears a gown of white satin that billows out around her like clouds, making her look every inch the princess she is. Norman stands beside her, resplendent in his medal laden uniform, his eyes never leaving her face.

As they exchange vows and rings, it feels as though their love for each other grows stronger with every passing moment.