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The next day, as Theo's excitement grew, so did the buzz of activity within the castle. The high elves of the Forest Kingdom had begun their preparations for the night to come, their movements as fluid and silent as the shadows themselves. In a chamber that smelled of exotic oils and blooming flowers, they worked tirelessly to ready the princess for the union that would either save or damn her.
Ely, ever the attentive servant, was by her side, her eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. She whispered sweet nothings into Emily's ear, trying to soothe her nerves. The princess, her skin flushed with anticipation and a hint of fear, listened intently.
"Do not be afraid, Emily-sama," she murmured. "Master Theo is a good man. He will take care of you."
Emily nodded, her eyes wide with wonder as Ely helped her into a white gown that clung to her body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her hardened nipples poked through the fabric, betraying her desire.
The room grew still as the final preparations were made, the candles casting a warm glow over the scene. Theo's heart raced, his cock growing hard at the thought of what was to come. He knew this was not just a simple joining of bodies—it was a sacred act, one that could change everything.
Finally, the moment arrived. He entered the chamber, the door closing softly behind him. The sight of Emily, her beauty on full display, took his breath away. He felt the weight of the prophecy upon him, the need to perform, to give her the life she deserved.
He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to hers. "You are more lovely than the stars," he said, his voice thick with lust and adoration.
Emily's lips curved into a seductive smile. "And you, Duke Theodore," she whispered, "are the hero Astra has been waiting for."
Their fingers intertwined, and he leaned in, claiming her mouth in a kiss that spoke of passion, of hope, of destiny. The room grew hazy as the scent of desire filled the air, their bodies drawn together like magnets.
As their kiss grew deeper, Theo felt the heat of her body through the fabric of her gown, her breasts pressing against his chest. He couldn't resist the temptation any longer, his hand moving to cup one firm mound, his thumb flicking over the taut nipple.
"Oh!" Emily gasped, arching into his touch. The sensation shot through her like a bolt of lightning, setting her skin alight with pleasure.
Theo's other hand found its way to the neckline of her gown, pulling it down to expose her full, round breasts to the cool air. He took one in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peak, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
"Your Highness," he murmured against her skin, "Your beauty is overwhelming."
Her eyes closed in ecstasy, Emily felt her body respond to his touch, her need growing with each passing second. "Please," she whispered, "Take me."
With a gentle tug, he pulled her gown completely off, revealing her in all her naked splendor. She lay before him, her legs slightly parted, her pussy glistening with arousal.
He kissed a trail down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake. As he reached her ear, his teeth grazed the sensitive lobe, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She curved into him, begging for more, her hips rising to meet his seeking mouth.
Theo took his time, savoring every inch of her, his tongue flicking and teasing, his fingers exploring the soft folds of her sex. When he finally slid into her, the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the spark that would ignite their union.
And as he began to move, their bodies joined in a rhythm as ancient as the forest itself, their cries of pleasure mingling with the whispers of the leaves outside the window. Each thrust brought him closer to the edge, each gasp from Emily's lips a symphony of passion that filled his soul.
The bond grew stronger, the prophecy's power pulsing through their veins. This was not just a union of flesh, but a joining of hearts and souls, a promise that together, they could conquer any challenge.
With a final, shuddering climax, Theo spilled his seed within her, their bodies locked in a dance of love and fate. And as they lay there, their hearts pounding in unison, they knew that the prophecy had claimed yet another piece of their hearts.
Theo couldn't help but admire the perfection of Emily's breasts as he touched them, his thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks. "They are truly a masterpiece," he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and desire.
Her cheeks flushed with pleasure at his words, Emily leaned back, allowing him full access to her body. "Do with me what you will, Duke Theodore," she breathed.
Theo took her invitation with a smoldering gaze, his cock standing proudly erect between them. He positioned himself so that the head was nestled between her breasts, the heat of her skin making him ache with need.
"Hold them together for me," he instructed, his voice a low growl.
Emily's hands came up, her fingers cupping the soft mounds, pressing them together to form a perfect channel for his cock. The sensation was exquisite, her skin silky and warm against him. He began to thrust, the base of his shaft sliding against her stomach, her breasts moving with the motion like a lover's embrace.
As he did, she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste him, to lick the bead of precum that had formed at his tip. Each time he pushed forward, she would take him into her mouth, the wet heat sending shivers down his spine.
"Your Highness," he groaned, his hips moving faster, "You are... incredible."
Her eyes never left his, the intensity of their gaze speaking volumes. With each thrust, she grew bolder, taking more of him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
The room was alive with their passion, the air thick with the scent of desire. Theo could feel his orgasm building, the tension coiling tight in his belly. "I'm going to come," he warned, his voice strained.
Emily's eyes widened, and she nodded, her mouth moving faster, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. And when he finally did come, it was with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the castle.
Theo couldn't resist the temptation to touch her breasts, his hands moving to caress the soft mounds from behind as he held her tight. "They are the best," he murmured, kissing her neck.
Emily's cheeks grew red with pleasure, her voice low and teasing. "You really like boobs, don't you, Sir Theo?"
He chuckled, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "They are indeed a treasure," he said, his voice thick with lust.
As their kisses grew more passionate, Theo reached down, his fingers playing with the slickness between her legs. He spread her thighs wider, his cock pressing against her pussy, seeking entry.
With a growl of need, he entered her from behind, her tightness gripping him like a vise. Each thrust brought them closer together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He held onto her leg, his other hand playing with her clit, her gasps and moans music to his ears.
The room was a blur of passion and pleasure, the candlelight casting shadows across their sweat-slicked bodies. Emily's eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling as she approached her peak.
"Look at me," Theo ordered, his voice a demand that she couldn't refuse.
Her eyes snapped open, meeting his, the connection between them electric. He could see the love and trust shining there, a bond that went beyond the physical.
"You are mine," he whispered, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet slap.
"Yes," she panted, her voice a needy whimper. "Always."
Their climax was explosive, their bodies shaking with the force of their release. As he filled her with his seed.
Emily sat on the bed, She felt trusty after all that sex, She walked and brought water.
"Your Highness?????" Theo felt so shocked. "You just walked.."
Emily realizes, "How?" She again stands and starts walking into the room.
"Did you see, Sir Theo... Did You see?" She mummer same thing with a smile on her face.
"This is all thanks to you." Emily ran toward Theo and kissed him.
"I am Glad.." Theo holds her neck and kisses on her cheek.
Emily notices that Theo's cock is hard again.
"I... I can feel them," she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. "I want to feel that my inside too!" she said while touching his cock.
She set on him.
Theo watched in amazement as she straddled him, her pussy sliding down his cock with ease.
"Sir Theo," she said, her voice a siren's call, "Let me ride you."
He nodded, his cock standing at attention as she took control. She moved with the grace of an elf, her hips undulating in a dance that was both sensual and primal. The sight was so erotic that Theo could barely contain his excitement.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips as she took him deep inside her.
"Thank you," she breathed, her eyes never leaving his. "Thank you for everything."
Their bodies moved as one, their rhythm setting the pace for their hearts. Theo could feel the power of the prophecy flowing through them, a force that transcended mere lust.
Emily leaned forward, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "You're mine," she said, her voice a demand that he had no intention of refuting.
"I am," he said, his voice a growl. "I am yours."
Their eyes locked as she began to bounce faster, her pussy clenching around him. He could feel her orgasm building, could see it in the way her pupils dilated and her breath hitched.
With a cry, she came, her body shaking with the force of her climax. Theo followed closely behind, his cock pulsing within her as he filled her with his seed once more.
Even after that their lust has not ended, They fuck like rabbits all night.
The room was a symphony of grunts and moans, their bodies writhing together in a dance as old as time itself. Theo's hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her newfound strength.
Emily's hips rolled, taking him deeper, her breasts bouncing with each movement. They were lost in the moment, two souls entwined by fate and passion.
"Oh, Emily," Theo groaned, his eyes glazed with lust. "You're so wet."
"It's all for you," she panted, her nails digging into his back. "All for you."
Their lovemaking was raw and uninhibited, a testament to their bond and the power of the prophecy. Each touch, each kiss, each stroke brought them closer to the edge.
"I'm going to come," Theo warned, his voice strained.
"Do it," she urged, her body tightening around him. "I want to feel it."
With a roar of release, Theo climaxed, his hips bucking as he filled her with his hot seed. Emily threw her head back, her own orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Exhausted, they collapsed onto the bed, their limbs tangled together, their hearts beating as one. The candles each other as they fall asleep.
The next day, the castle buzzed with an excitement that hadn't been felt in years. The sight of Emily walking out of her chamber was like a ray of sunshine piercing through the dark clouds of despair that had long hovered over Astra. Theo, however, was still fast asleep, his body exhausted from the intense night of love and prophecy. Lily, ever the loyal knight, watched over him with a knowing smile, her eyes shimmering with joy at the news of Emily's miraculous recovery.
When Emily saw Lily, she practically floated over to her, her legs moving with a grace she had never before known. "Lily," she whispered, her voice filled with excitement, "I can walk!"
Lily nodded, her smile growing. "Yes, Your Highness. I know. Master has worked a true miracle."
Emily's eyes grew soft with affection as she looked at her friend. "Please," she said, her voice a gentle plea, "Don't wake him. Let him rest."
Lily nodded again, her smile turning into a playful smirk. "As you wish, Your Highness."
The palace was alive with whispers of the prophecy's fulfillment, the air thick with hope and anticipation. As Theo slept, the world around him was changing, and he was at the center of it all, the linchpin in a destiny that had been foretold for centuries.