He groaned as the surge of pleasure built up, his head rested against her shoulder while her head did the same. They rolled together, trying to forget...their pain loosing themselves in each other and their love for each other. Slowly their rhythm built up as they gripped each other more tightly. They moaned against the sensations as they pulled back slightly and passionately kissed, as the surge reached its apex, crashing over them. They swallowed each other’s cries as they hugged each other. Thedetermined look in his grey-green eyes had not changed however. In factit was exactly those eyes why he was chosen for this mission. Those sameeyes now went through the invitation slip on his table again: a requestfrom the Prince of Portugal to come to court for a Midsummer's Eve party.The Pope himself had pulled some strings and managed to get him invited.Most of these parties simply entailed a large gathering of the noblemenof Portugal, where they could show off their riches and speak. He took his huge rod and started rubbing in my vagina…. He called my name… parvathy! I am not your husband and I am not gonna be slow and soft… I am gonna treat u like a whore you are… and inserted his dick in one go and my whole body shivered in pain… he started pounding like an animal… soon I couldn’t even utter a word I was in immense pain ever push sent so much pain to my whole body… after few mins he said I am gonna cum and I uttered please don’t… he took his rod out and cummed in my. ”“Thought so. Be careful, I want her to grow up knowing her Dad,” she replied and then kissed me.“I’ll do my very best, my love.”“See that you do.”“At the moment we need the Empress to be an Empress, not someone afraid of her own subjects,” I explained.“Ah, you mean to cure the Empress and the Empire?”“In a sense.”“Good, you’re the best Cure out there.”“I may not succeed.”“At least you’ll try.”“Yes, at least I’ll try,” I replied and kissed her passionately.“Again?” she asked with a giggle.“It’s.