Chapter 1 - Husband and Wife

                - “I can’t believe you made me do this.”

Those were familiar words coming from Isabela’s mouth when the legendary pirate was in the questionable company of one Gamlen Amell. But while true, they didn’t hold the same weight as before. After all, what hadn’t they done together since that special month that had brought them together? Still, Gamlen knew what Isabela was talking about and, for once, agreed with her disbelief.

                - “Still not used to it after all this time?” He said, voice smug and smarmy as usual. “It’s too late to regret it now.”

                - “Who said I regret it?” Was Isabela’s sultry answer.

It was hot inside the hall of the Amell Estate, thanks to the light of the beating sun above Kirkwall that pierced trough the tall curtains on the windows, as well as the passionate embrace of Isabela and Gamlen right in the middle of the room. Their moans and groans were echoing inside it, un-apologetically loud as they both hardly cared who could hear them anymore.

… not that they cared much before.

They didn’t care who saw them either. The Estate had become something of a safe place for them instead of a place where they could pursue the thrill of being almost caught in their lovemaking. Those thrills weren’t completely gone of course. The excitement of doing something forbidden persisted, long after the departure of Hawke, but it had also changed.

What hadn’t changed, was the triumphant feeling in which Gamlen basked each time he laid with Isabela inside the Estate, because it was the reminder that he got it all in the end.

Indeed, after the whole thing with the mages and the Templars, Hawke had been forced to flee Kirkwall with most of his companions – not before ending up Viscount mind you, and had Gamlen not loved fucking his precious pirate in his office while he was away! – so his estate had been up for grab. Gamlen had taken it, as well as the wealth the former Champion had been forced to leave behind. It was only just, Gamlen had thought at the time, all those things belonged to him originally after all.

But it wasn’t the only thing he had officially taken .

                - “Gamlen…”

Smirking, Gamlen stopped playing with Isabela’s heavy breasts to look at her. The woman had her eyes closed and was shuddering under his touch, trembling while he licked and sucked on her sensitive nipples. He released her breasts and swallowed her next sigh with a kiss, closing his arms around her waist to bring her closer to him. The pirate responded eagerly, wrapping her own arms around him, and making him feel the distinctive cold touch of metal when her hand touched his neck.

The feeling brought a smirk to his lips, reminding him what else he had taken from Hawke. His precious pirate. Well, she was no longer his. She hadn’t been from a long time – she had admitted time and time again that she belonged to Gamlen – but now she truly belonged to him. All thanks to the ring on her finger.

His heart beating loudly in his chest, Gamlen grabbed Isabela’s hand to contemplate that same ring, engraving in memory the proof that the Rivaïn belonged to him.

                - “Now, thanks to this, you’re mine even in the eyes of the Maker.” Gamlen smirked, kissing the back of her hand wearing her wedding ring. “Forever…”

Isabela made a face, like always when Gamlen tried to act like the noble he definitely wasn’t, but she still played his game, linking their fingers and pushing her pelvis against his, grinding herself against his hard cock.

                - “With how much we call his name when we’re together, mhm… he probably knew already.” She purred with a dirty chuckle.

                - “Kukuku… and still he didn’t intervene. Even with all the forbidden things we did…”

So many images filled their heads that they couldn’t really give a proper example, although the fact that Gamlen was having regular sex with his own niece – and the not-so-secret-possible-desire of knocking her up – was up there.

                - “Well, the bastard created the darkspawn in a way. I’m sure he saw some shit far worse than this.” Isabela concluded with a shrug.

                - “That, or the Maker himself know we’re supposed to be together.” Gamlen said, spanking her ass in a way that had nothing of romantic.  
      
                - “Don’t get all mushy on me now, Gamlen.” Isabela still snorted, and Gamlen answered to her smirk with his own.

                - “Don’t worry. There’s nothing mushy in me, even for you… wife.”

As Isabela grabbed him by the back of the head and pushed his face in her ample cleavage, inviting him to make a meal of her breasts, Gamlen wondered if the news of his wedding with Isabela had reached the brat’s ear. Aveline and Bethany both knew but they probably wouldn’t have told him. There was also the rumor mill, but considering the pirate’s reputation, Hawke would hardly believe anything he heard from someone else.

Heck, Gamlen himself had trouble believing he was married to the great “captain Isabela” sometimes.

She was hardly a housewife – even if he made her dress as one sometimes. She usually humored him, only because she knew how horny it made him – or even a proper wife. She was still a pirate with a ship and a crew, one that took to the sea and went away for days or weeks at a time. He couldn’t see himself raising kids with her – although the idea of knocking up the great Isabela was arousing – or even live with her as husband and wife. And yet, she was still his wife officially, and he got a kick out of it. 
It was him, Gamlen Amell, and not Hawke, the Champion of Kirkwall, who had managed to ensnare the proud pirate in matrimony. Ensnare because Isabela, for all the adventures and excitement she longed for, always came back to Kirkwall at the end of her journeys. To him.

Today was one of those reunions.

After a full month away, Isabela had finally come back to Kirkwall. She had docked her ship and come straight to the Estate – his Estate now – not bothering to hide her intent apparently, whatever that meant. He himself had been in the hall, enjoying a glass of expensive alcohol when she had shown up. She hadn’t said a word, nor had she asked if he had guests – the hunger on her face had clearly meant she wouldn’t have cared either way – and simply shed her captain’s coat, stripping for him.
While he couldn’t hold himself in front of Isabela wearing housewife’s clothes, Gamlen had never really been the kind to appreciate delicate lingerie – he was too impatient for that. But when Isabela had revealed the purple Antivan ensemble she had chosen for him, he had let himself be seduced.

                - “I see you brought back gifts from Antiva.” He had smirked, sitting proudly on his sofa while Isabela stripped for him, making a show of tearing her shirt apart.

                - “What? This? It’s nothing… rather, I am the gift.” She had answered with a purr, bending forward, showing off the tight and lacy bra that made her cleavage look even bigger – if such a thing was possible – and the string that covered only her pussy, leaving her firm ass in full view.

She also had been tightly wrapped with some sort of white ribbon – like she truly was a gift! – and had offered him one end of it.

                - “Want to unwrap me?” She had asked, licking her lips.

He had.

Now, twenty minutes later, he was still sitting on the sofa – or rather, half laying on it – watching, enraptured, as the Rivaïn rode him sensually.

It was like a dance. A perverted one. One that saw the pirate brush herself languorously against him, undulating and rolling her hips next to his, bringing her massive breasts right in front of his face, hard nipples teasing his lips, before gliding back, leaving him open-mouthed with a dry mouth. His cock hurt, trapped inside his pants, hard as steel, and even a sensuous Isabela literally grinding herself against it wasn’t enough to give him the relief he desired. So, of course, after those twenty minutes of delicious torture, he palmed her ass and brought her down on his lap. Isabela didn’t resist. She only laughed, looking at him knowingly, like she expected nothing less from him. He answered with a smirk.

                - “Like you weren’t waiting for it too.” He said, pressing his hard bulge against her wet pussy, drawing a soft moan from the pirate. 

Her arms came around his neck and the Rivaïn pushed her glistening tits against his torso, merging their bodies together while she breathed a needy sigh against his lips:

                - “Naughty uncle Gamlen… I missed you.”

Their lips met for the first time in a month, and it didn’t take long for any sort of intimacy and affection to transform into lust and urgency. Their bodies pushed and grinded against one another, hands feeling the flesh and the curves that had been away for far too long. Drool and spit dripped from their smiling lips while their tongues found each other once more. Perverted and desperate sighs and groans escaped them as they shared a long-awaited kiss.
A kiss which brought forth the desires and need they had bottled up until now. Those desires had Isabela lowering herself – she, of course, made a show of it – grazing his body with her own, until she was between Gamlen’s legs. There she winked and spread his legs, licking her lips in front the bulge that now threatened to tear apart his pants, hard as it was.

                - “And I missed this.” She said, breathily.

Isabela playfully kissed the bulge, smiling to herself when it sent Gamlen groaning impatiently, his hands twitching almost as much as his constrained cock. She looked up, but the teasing words she had regarding his eagerness suddenly died on her lips.

Gamlen was only sitting on the couch with his hands on his knees, his robes revealing his torso – Hawke’s robe. She recognized them in the way he didn’t fill them – but the sight of him was enough to make her mouth dry. Or was it full of saliva? She could hardly tell with how wet she felt.
Gamlen oozed manliness. Four years ago, those words would have had her dying with laughter but today, they felt like they weren’t enough. There was something indescribable in his smirk, in the predatory and lustful look in his gaze, something that had her – the great and proud Isabela – literally shaking in anticipation with just the sight of him.

Finally, she thought, the feeling she was wanting for!

Isabela had entertained the idea of taking other lovers this last month – it was so hard to keep her unquenchable libido in check during those long and lonely nights! – but none of them had been able to stir something like that inside her. And Maker knew she had been open to it! She even had taken two lovers the first time she had managed to get away from Gamlen after the whole thing with the Templars and the Mages. Two hung and eager young men she had brought back to her cabin on her ship and fucked into the night, desperately trying to prove herself that Gamlen had no hold on her – that she was just a sex-crazed nymphomaniac like Aveline kept saying. She had even forgone her control that night, and yet, despite their best efforts, those two men had paled in comparison of Gamlen and his cock.

Fucking Gamlen, who acted so arrogantly despite having nothing to back up his arrogance. Who acted like he owned everything, be it the Estate, the wealth attached to the Amell’s name, or even her.

It made her feel so… fucking… hot!

                - "I can't wait any longer!" She thought, urgently.
    
Isabela grabbed at Gamlen’s pants, undoing his buckle with expert and eager fingers.

                - “Still not wearing cleans underwear despite all these new acquired wealth, I see.” She snarked when she revealed his underpants. “What? Hawke’s pants are too much for you?”

                - “Too little actually.” Gamlen corrected her smugly. “And why would I buy expensive ones?” He added, mocking. “You rip them apart every time.”

Isabela did just that. Tearing apart his shoddy underwear, she freed his cock and the thing seemed to spring to life, almost smacking her in the face. It oscillated a moment, like the grand mast of her ship, twitching and hardening now that it was free.
Instead of grabbing it immediately, she moved to the side, letting it rest on her big breasts, his length and girth heavy on her flesh, beating as heavily as her heart.

                - “Fuck… this thing is so fucking perfect…”

Gulping, her face blushing like mad with how hot she felt – his cock was so close! So big! – Isabela looked at the smug face of Gamlen and added teasingly:

                - “It’s difficult to believe it belongs to you, Gamlen.”

                - “Don’t play coy.” Gamlen bit back with his own smirk. “I can see you drooling, you pirate-slut.”

Isabela’s smile grew. She just had to graze his cock – with her hand wearing her wedding ring – and the thing became even harder and bigger. Twitching, it rose until it was casting the perverted shadow she was familiar with over her blushing face.
Isabela truly ended up drooling watching the cock that had broken her and made her forgo her freedom. She had submitted to this thing time and time again, and now, watching it throb and pulse above her head, she remembered why. A perverted hunger stirred in her belly. She wanted nothing more than fuck it until it made a mess of her, but she found herself unable to move, unable to do anything else but shake and moan in front of the pinnacle of Gamlen’s virility.

                - “So huge…” She heard herself whisper, in awe. “I almost forgot how amazing this thing was!”

                - “Don’t worry, I’ll remind you soon.” Gamlen promised her, sending her pussy clenching with anticipation.

                - “Mhm, I can’t wait. But before that… let me give you a proper welcome…”

Isabela didn’t let Gamlen call her on the absurdity of her words – rather he was the one welcoming her home – she grabbed his cock and swallowed it whole.

                - “Fuck!”

The sudden feeling of Isabela’s eager mouth on his cock after a long separation and a hot reunion full of petting and grinding had Gamlen literally jumping. He wasn’t the only one. His cock also throbbed hard, but Isabela didn’t let it escape, grabbing it with both hands, she stroked his base while she made a meal of its shaft, moaning around it.
Then she withdrew, leaving a healthy amount of saliva along his length, stroking him harder as she closed her lips on its mushroom head, sucking it in a concert of wet slurping sounds. For once there was no time for teasing exchanges and perverted words, for playfulness and seduction. Isabela couldn’t hold herself back. She had been away from this dick for far too long. Away from this hardness. This size. This taste…

Finally, she was once again sucking Gamlen’s big cock!

                - “Mhmmm…!”

                - “Fuck, Isabela. It feels so good!” Gamlen panted and the voluptuous Rivaïn smiled, savoring the awe on his face.

Now even more motivated to give him the best blowjob he ever had – in the last month, at least – the pirate closed her eyes and took more of his fat cock in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged under its girth, but she was undeterred, swallowing inches by inches of his massive prick, slobbering all over it. Head going up and down, sides to sides, Isabela’s whole body seemingly moved to give her lover the most intense blowjob she could.
Knowing him, Gamlen had probably a lot of sex-partners during her absence. She was making sure he forgot them. Making sure he could only remember…

                - “Isabela!” Gamlen gasped, squirming in his sofa.

The man was gapping at the ceiling, his fingers gripping his legs because he didn’t dare touch her hair or any part of her body, fearing it would stop the pleasure she was giving him. Instead he fell into the depraved sounds that Isabela made as she sucked his cock.

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

The hall of the Amell Estate welcomed once more the slurping sounds of Isabela’s eager mouth, and none was enjoying it more than the master of the House. And yet, it was this cry that escaped him:

                - “Slo… slow down, Isabela!”

The words were so surprising coming from Gamlen that Isabela did stop, looking at him in disbelief. The man hardly ever slowed down, and even when he did, it was only for perverted purposes, for drawing things long and make her putty in his hands …  or his cock. There, however, it seemed like he had been about to blow when he had called her name.

                - “What’s going on, Gamlen?” She asked. “You forgot how to handle me?”

There was delight in her voice. The same delight Gamlen exulted off when he had her acting her sluttiest thanks to his cock. Under his hips, Isabela had learned the pleasure of giving up control, but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy the times she occasionally got one over him.

Gamlen was sweating a lot and his voice was raspy and tight – showing how close he had been, and still was, to cum – but he still smiled back at her, no trace of anger in his eyes.

                - “Something like that.” He admitted, pushing back his sweaty hair. “You really are the best, Isabela.”

                - “And don’t you forget it!” Isabela said, preening.

She kissed his cock for good measure, stroking it gently, like she was trying to calm it down.

Gamlen watched her do so, stomach still tight, balls tingling, and explained why he had stopped her.

                - “I didn’t want to cum too soon. When I do it, I want to be balls deep inside of you.”

Isabela felt her stomach flutter, her body reacting to the hungry look on Gamlen’s face and his words.

                - “Does it really matter where you cum the first time?” She still asked, licking his dick base to shaft, fiddling with his heavy balls. “Knowing you, you’ll be able to keep cumming all night.”

                - “True.” Gamlen answered smugly, letting his head fall back with a sigh of pleasure. “But as it’ll be the first time in weeks I blow my load, I want it to be memorable for both of us.”

At this, Isabela paused her ministrations.

                - “What…? Weeks?” She repeated after him, making him smile.

                - “A month.” He said and suddenly, Isabela felt like the whole room was burning.

Or maybe it was her? Perhaps it was why her voice sounded so breathy?

                - “You mean to say that you, Gamlen, managed to spend a whole month without cumming?”

She cupped his balls, feeling them suddenly bigger and heavier.

                - “Was-it some sort of challenge?” She wanted to tease but couldn’t, feverish with anticipation.

Her stomach was burning with want, and she could feel her pussy tingling… or rather, clenching, already for his cock and, even better, his cum.

She always loved feeling Gamlen’s seeds inside her. He always came so much that she felt so perversely full and sullied when he did it, like he was marking her, owning her. It felt incredible each time. But after a whole month holding back? She could only imagine how good he would fill her.

... Enough to knock her up, maybe?

Heart fluttering a bit at that, Isabela moaned, jerking her lover hard and fast… the only man able to make her so horny with the simple promise of cumming inside her.

                - “Why did you have to tell me that? Now it makes me want to make you cum even more!”

                - “But you’re going to hold back aren’t-you?” Gamlen smirked. “Because you want this as much as me… me, unloading a month worth of cum deep inside you.”

Isabela shuddered, salivating, and she stopped jerking him off, bringing instead her hands to her breasts, cupping the cleavage so generously enhanced by the tasty and exotic purple bra she wore.

                - “You’re right. I wouldn’t want to waste all of your efforts and this surprising restraint on your part. But I also feel like you deserve something of a reward for it, too.”

                - “Oh?”

Isabela licked her lips, watching Gamlen’s cock twitch and throb before her face, its fat head leaking precum while its angry veins pulsed along its shaft. It probably had already guessed where she was going, like his owner who watched her with a scorching gaze. A feeling of anticipation took hold of the room, the hall of the Amell Estate once again subjected at the one act that had started it all.

A titty-fuck.

Isabela stretched the silk-like clothing of her bra, leaving it on, and opened her cleavage for Gamlen’s cock, welcoming it once more in her embrace. Moaning the moment his hard dick touched her skin, she lowered her tits along his length… slowly… sensually… letting them rest on his thighs, her bra trapping them deliciously around him.

                - “Did you miss this, Gamlen?” Mhm… the feeling of your huge dick squeezed by my big tits?”

Moving her arms around her breasts, Isabela did just that, squeeze her lover’s cock with the full weight and bulk of her greatest assets, drowning his pale dick in brown and glistening flesh.

                - “I missed it.” Isabela kept going, teasing Gamlen. “The feel of your… big… fat… cock… against my skin. Against my breasts…”

                - “Fuck… you’re such a slut!” Gamlen groaned with a tight smile.

Isabela kissed the pulsing head of his dick.

                - “Your slut.” She corrected him, feeding his ego.

The effect was immediate. His cock throbbed and a dark smirk spread across his face. One that had Isabela biting her lips, remembering the many times she had been a slut for this man, the time he had made her his slut, conquering her right in this Estate, in the bedroom above.

… and how she had loved it.

                - “Come on then, slut.” Gamlen ordered her, his voice dark and powerful. “Jerk me off with your huge breasts.”

Isabela bit a smile.

                - “One titjob coming right up! Try to not blow your load despite how good I make you feel!” She added with a wink.

                - “Do your worst.” Gamlen said, sharing a secret smile with the Rivaïn.

Isabela got to work. Wearing her best sultry smile, she slowly brought her breasts around Gamlen’s cock, enveloping most of his length which she stroked gently, lowering her head to take the rest in her mouth, her eyes never leaving Gamlen’s.

Gamlen who groaned, unable not to smile.

Maker, she was good!

Not good enough to make him cum, at least not like that. But Gamlen knew firsthand how good the pirate could be with her tits. She was the best among the women he slept and had slept with. So, he knew she wasn’t trying to make him cum despite her words. She was seducing him. Using the breasts he loved so much, she was jerking him off just enough to please him but not enough to have him climax. Rather, she was coaxing him, feeding his arousal until he would be ready to break, and ready to break her. Knowing that, Gamlen relaxed, ready to play into her seduction and enjoy himself.

Putting his arms around the back of the sofa, he watched as Isabela, dressed like an Antivan whore, worked his shaft with her glorious rack.

                - “Maker… this is the life.” He uttered, closing his eyes.

The minutes passed as the sun started beating hard against the windows, which ended up with the temperature of the room rising, and both Isabela and Gamlen drenched in sweat. They didn’t feel any discomfort because of it, though. Rather, it added another level of erotism to their lovemaking, the wet clapping of flesh brought by the sweat echoing perversely through the room. Isabela’s massive breasts were soaked also, allowing her to move faster and faster along Gamlen’s twitching cock, her seduction seemingly forgotten. The man himself was tense, gritting his teeth to hold back his groans which only spurred his lover on.

                - “You’re leaking so much precum… are you ready to burst?” Isabela purred, licking her lips.

Gamlen didn’t answer, gripping his knees so hard they probably hurt. But he didn’t notice it, Isabela supposed, with how good he must have felt in the embrace of her ample tits.
She squeezed these same tits around his cock, feeling it throb, oh-so-ready-to-burst, and she couldn’t stop herself from kissing it, a slow smile spreading to her lips.

                - “Maybe you should…” She urged her lover, moaning sultrily. “Mhm… maybe you should whiten my tits with your seeds like you did so many times before. Mhm… maybe you should mark me… hn… to make sure I’m still yours after all this time?”

                - “Don’t worry, that’s what I’m going to do!” Gamlen groaned, his voice tight. “But I’m going to do so by… ugh… flooding your pussy with my one-month-worth of cum!”

                - “But can you hold that long?” Isabela asked, despite wanting this to happen oh-so-very-much.

                - “Don’t underestimate me, you pirate-slut!” Gamlen growled, and then he surprised her by wrenching the control from her.

He suddenly grabbed her breasts, drawing a surprised and yet delighted moan from her lips by squeezing her flesh around himself, thrusting his hips up. Pushing against the back of the sofa, he started to fuck her tits like this, moving his hips with gusto, teeth gritted, body tight with effort.

Impressed, Isabela could only encourage him. Her arms around her breasts, her hands on his stomach, she moaned and caressed his belly – which had now shrunk and become somewhat hard thanks to all their lovemaking sessions over the years – urging him to be harsher, harder, and relentless in the way he took the breasts he loved so much. 

                - “Own them with your big cock!” She spoke. “Mhm… this big cock!” She added before taking it in her mouth.

Gamlen swore loudly, throwing his head back as the added sensation of her mouth to her breasts, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he watched her, the great Isabela, slobbering all over his cock while he fucked her tits, looking at him like a proper bitch in heat, and he thought no other woman would ever compare to her.

                - “The perfect wife! Kukuku!” He laughed, hoarsely.

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

His compliment was welcomed by the slurping sound that her mouth made when she gobbed his cock, trapping him both in the valley of her breasts and between her lips, sucking and stroking him as perversely and languorously as possible, feeding his arousal. Yet his cock wasn’t the only thing making that perverted sound inside the room. From his position, Gamlen could see that Isabela had put a hand between her legs and was masturbating furiously while he fucked her tits, two of her fingers moving in an out of her drenched pussy.

That, and the half-dazed, half-desperate look on her face made him decide.

                - “I think it’s time for the main dish.” He announced, putting an end to what he considered only preliminaries. “No more seduction.”

And Indeed, Half-an-hour later, the seduction was all but forgotten as the two lovers found themselves in bed.

Isabela was riding Gamlen, but this time she wasn’t dancing, she was fucking. Head thrown back, her hands on his knees while his own were holding her big bouncing breasts, the pirate was moving up and down and right and left on his cock, her pussy slurping noisily the incredible dick it had been separated from for far too long.

                - “Never again!” She was screaming, delight etched into her face. “I can’t spend another month without this thing!”

They both had shed the last remnants of their clothing, forgoing any kind of game or seduction by showing themselves at their most vulnerable, at their truer self, forgetting everything except the lust they felt for one another.

                - “Amazing! Oooooh, your cock is amazing Gamlen!”

Isabela especially had completely lost any kind of inhibition.

Riding the cock, she longer for – the cock she truly believed the Maker himself had made for her – the Rivaïn was drowning in relief and joy, feeling once again the pleasure she could only taste by fucking Gamlen Amell.

                - “I can’t live without it anymore! I’m addicted to it! I’m addicted to your huge cock, Gamlen!”

Laying under her, Gamlen couldn’t help but smirk at that. Isabela was such a free-spirit, even Hawke had been unable to completely tie her down. But him, with his cock, was enough to have her swear she would never leave him. More than her wedding ring, it was his cock that trapped Isabela.

How could he not get a huge ego boost from that!

                - “Of course, you are!” He grunted. “That’s why you married me, right?”

                - “Yes, it is!” Isabela answered, smiling at the ceiling. “It’s why I chose you over Hawke!”

As expected, talking about Hawke while she was riding his uncle’s cock had the latter reacting perversely. He squeezed her breasts, applying just enough force on them to make her crazy without hurting her and she threw her head back with a screech of extasy.  

                - “And I don’t regret it!”

The pressure on her tits increased a little too much with her lover’s arousal but by this point even the hurt felt good. In fact, the hurt enhanced how good his cock felt, having her panting and gasping, her eyes rolling back, and mouth open wide, tongue out.

It’s what she had been waiting for!

One hand – the one wearing her wedding ring – on his torso, her other grabbing at her breast, her whole-body was shuddering when she moved her hips. Be it going forth and back, or right and left, her pussy was filled by his huge cock so completely she couldn’t escape it no matter what she did.

... Not that she wanted to.

                - “Mhm… fuck, Gamlen!” She purred, caressing his body with her hand. “I missed your cock so much!”

                - “Only my cock?” Gamlen said, smirking.

Isabela smiled, amused, and let herself fall forward, putting her hands next to his head to hover just above him, her shuddering breasts tantalizingly grazing his chest, her bandana-free-hair falling around his face like a veil, trapping him with her feverish and seductive expression.

                - “What else could I have missed?”

But Gamlen didn’t react like she expected him to. Instead of smirking and saying something back or simply get angry and decide to punish her for her cheek, he simple stared, mouth half-open.

                - “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He rasped like he couldn’t believe it and her heart skipped a beat, her stomach alight with a strange emotion she couldn’t quite pinpoint. “And so damn hot!” He added, grabbing her ass.

There was the Gamlen she knew, the pirate thought, affection blooming in her chest.

                - “You’re not so bad yourself.” She moaned, rocking her hips back and forth. “Mhm…”

                - “Kukuku. Thanks.”

His hands found her hips and she moved faster, taking every inch of his big cock with her pussy, closing her eyes to savor the feeling of being fucked right.

She was breathless. Shudders and spikes of pleasure were coursing through her every time she felt his cock push deep inside her, teasing the spots that had been neglected those long and lonely weeks away. His girth was spreading her inner walls, shaping them back like before their separation, reminding her body he was the only one who could make her feel this incredible.
The perfect lover, for whom she decided to give a view he would be sure to like. Smiling sultrily, she put her hands on his chest and squeezed her breasts with her arms, enhancing her already glorious rack while she rode him. Like she expected, Gamlen couldn’t hold back in front of a view like this. He grabbed her by the waist and drew himself up, surging. His mouth closed upon one of her hard nipples and Isabela hissed in delight, grabbing him by the hair to draw him even closer, their two beings merging into one.

                - “Oh, Maker!” Chanted Isabela.

Pushing against Gamlen with a ragged gasp, Isabela burrowed his head between her breasts, leveling her own toward the ceiling, a euphoric expression on her face. To the feeling of his glorious cock came next the sensation of his tongue and teeth on her skin and she almost lost it right there.

                - “Maker, this feels so good!”

In response, Gamlen made her ass bounce on his lap even faster, fondling it while he made a meal of her tits. His cock filled her, never leaving her insides, and she felt something hot stir inside her. Something she recognized instantly.

                - “Maker!” She repeated, a smile spreading to her lips. “You’re… you’re gonna make me cum, Gamlen! I… I’m gonna cum on your big cock!”

The heat spread like a raging fire, making her shake.

                - “I’m gonna cum!” She screamed again, grabbing at her lover’s shoulders and pushing her pelvis against his raggedly, gasping in delight. “Please make me cum! Make me cum, Gamlen! Make your wife cum on your cock!”

She sounded desperate to her own ears but feeling her climax – the climax she was waiting for this last month – Isabela could not hold herself back. Fortunately for her, Gamlen was as eager and aroused as her and didn’t waste time mocking her. He took full hold of her ass, and soon, he was fucking her once more, meeting her desperation with his. 

                - “Cum, Isabela!” He urged her between gritted teeth. “Cum for me!” He yelled, spearing her with his cock, making her fall forward.

                - “Oh fuck! Gamlen! Galmen!”

A breathless laugh escaped Isabela and she bucked her hips, feeling her pleasure build up. She moaned, grabbing unto Gamlen’s shoulders, pressing herself against him.

                - “Ooooooh, Gamlen!”

                - “Hgn! That’s right, Isabela! Call my name! Hgn! Cum for me, you slut, kukuku!”

Isabela did as she was told… loudly. The curtains of the room were open, as were the windows. And while the master bedroom was on the first floor, her screams were sure to catch the attention of the street down below and some gawkers could potentially see her or even recognize her by her voice. And yet, she called Gamlen’s name.

                - “Make me cum, Gamlen!” She was screaming. “Make me cum like a slut!”

By this point her tongue was out and she was crossed-eyed in a perverted expression. She was so loud that anyone on the streets could have heard her and recognized but she didn’t care anymore. All she cared about was Gamlen’s cock, and the fact she was going to cum on it.

                - “Coming, coming… hgn! It’s coming!”

Isabela felt Gamlen’s hold tighten, his hips speed up, and she stopped breathing, ready to break on his cock. Finally, after a month of waiting, she was coming on Gamlen’s cock once more.

                - “Oooooooooooooooooooh!”

There was only a scream and the sudden tensing then shuddering of a voluptuous body.

Gamlen stopped moving, feeling Isabela’s pussy grip his cock so tightly he couldn’t help but groan, burrowing his head in her cleavage while the woman climaxed on his lap. Head thrown back, eyes rolled into the back of her skull, the Rivaïn rode her climax with a relieved smile, moving back and forth on her lover’s cock, holding unto him with trembling hands. She moaned all the way, a breathless and delighted sound that stopped only when her orgasm receded, allowing her to speak once more. The first word that escaped her was:

                - “Maker!”

Her hands flew to her hair, pushing back the sweaty locks that had fell on her face while she trashed around, breasts heaving along her breath that only now started to slow down. A laugh of delight escaped her, and she looked at Gamlen with a smile, awe shining through it.

                - “Fuck, you made me cum so good!” She babbled, falling against him to plant a sound kiss on his lips.

Gamlen smirked, spanking her ass playfully.

                - “Of course I did.” He bragged, smug as hell. “Wouldn’t be much of a husband if I couldn’t, would I?”

                - “Clearly you never met my former husband.” Isabela snorted, laying her head on his shoulder while she recovered her breath.

Gamlen had been surprised when Isabela had admitted having been married once before. It hadn’t been a happy marriage, one that had ended up badly for her husband – he had been a bit scared when she had told him what happened to him, and he admitted having looked over his shoulder a bit more the days after he had heard her tale – in which she had been trapped and used like a trophy wife.

                - “Don’t worry. I certainly don’t intent to treat you the same.” He had promised her, then. “I intend to use you as a slutty-wife.”

Isabela had laughed.

                - “I can live with that.” 

He had made good on his promise, fucking her last doubts away during their wedding night. And now she was tied to him. 

Gamlen made the Rivaïn roll over, his still-hard-as-rock cock never leaving her wet folds, and took his place as a husband… between her spread legs. He grabbed one of her heaving tits, bringing it to his lips and sucked gently on her nipple. Isabela sighed, and when she put her hand on his head to bring him closer, he knew he could move again. He didn’t waste any time. Planting his hands next to her hips, he pumped his cock inside her pussy, taking her expertly to build her pleasure once more.

                - “Your former husband just didn’t know how to treat you, that’s all.” He said, bragging still. “Not many men can handle having a slut for a wife. My stupid nephew clearly couldn’t!”

He couldn’t resist throwing some shades to Hawke, even as he fucked the woman he had stolen from him in his old bed.

                - “Still jealous of Hawke, Gamlen?” Isabela purred, linking her hands behind his neck, welcoming him in her folds with a moan. “Mhm… even now?”

His face tight with effort but also because of the grudge he would forever bare toward his nephew, Gamlen swore between gritted teeth.

                - “He didn’t deserve it!” He grunted, thrusting his hips powerfully, drawing a delighted moan from the pirate under him. “He didn’t deserve any of it! Without me…!”

Gamlen gained speed, his frustrations feeding his lust, making him harsher and faster with his thrusts. He grunted, pushing hard against Isabela until their pelvis touched, until his cock was deep inside of her, deeper than any men before him, deeper than Hawke. The he withdrew, scraping the hot and wet walls of Isabela’s cunt, grinding against her sweet spots, leaving her gasping and mewling, shuddering under him. The sight brought a smile to his lips, and yet his grudge persisted:

                - “He didn’t deserve any of it!” He repeated harshly, and despite how good she was being fucked, Isabela rolled her eyes.

                - “Why talk about what he deserved?” She asked, her voice low and inviting. “Forget Hawke… you stole his home, his money, mhm… and now… hn… you stole the love of his woman.”

Isabela touched his cheek, making him look at her, all naked, sweaty and eager, shuddering and trembling under his hips, a seductive smile on her lips, and Gamlen felt a stir in his stomach. He had stolen nothing, he decided then.

                - “All of this belonged to me!” Gamlen growled possessively and smugly. “Even you, Isabela!” He added, grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing. “The first time I saw you, I knew you would one day belong to me!”

He was lying obviously. Had Isabela not surprised him with Bethany and decided to confront him about it, she would never had stricken the Deal that had her end up here, and Gamlen would have never come even close to touching her. But they had made that Deal, and Isabela had lost herself to Gamlen’s perversion.

… and his cock.

                - “Oooooh, Gamlen!”

Isabela’s scream echoed in the bedroom, welcoming the fast and intense pace her lover subjected her to. His possessive nature taking hold of him, Gamlen was once again fucking the pirate in earnest, with powerful thrusts that had her screaming his name. Amidst those screams, he exulted, finding here the confirmation he needed.

Isabela belonged to him, just like everything else.

                - “I deserve this! I deserve everything!” The man roared to the ceiling.

                - “You deserve nothing!” Isabela screamed back but her voice was hardly harsh, dripping instead with sultriness. “Mhm… you don’t deserve a nephew like Hawke. But that’s okay, because I don’t deserve him either.” She added, locking her legs behind his ass, pushing him deep inside her.

Her words brought a dark smile on Gamlen’s lips.

                - “And what do you deserve then, Isabela?” He asked.

Isabela locked gaze with him.

                - “You.”

There was a beat then they crashed into each other, kissing furiously.

Pleasure and lust grew exponentially in their kiss, then they were moving once again against each other as hard as they could. Gamlen hovering above Isabela, trapping her between his arms while he humped against her with short and harsh thrusts, his breath heavy and loud. Isabela meeting his hips, gasping and moaning, her hands on his sides to get him to move faster.      

                - “I deserve you!” She was babbling, a silly smile on her face. “Oh fuck yeah! I deserve you, you bastard!”

The pirate threw her head back with a loud moan, closing her eyes. 

                - “I deserve your huge cock! Fuck! I deserve to be fucked like a fucking slut!”

                - “Then let me give you what you deserve!” Gamlen growled, grabbing her by the waist.

Then he fucked her like only he could.

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.

The clapping flesh on flesh, the squeaking of the bed, the moaning, the groaning, the screaming… it all filled the room, echoing outside, making the whole street hear the fucking between husband and wife. Between Gamlen and Isabela.

                - “I love it! l love it! Ooooh, I love how you fuck me Gamlen!” Isabela was screaming, tearing at the sheets as she moved her waist, meeting the incredible cock of her lover.

                - “Aren’t you glad you married me, kukuku?” Gamlen asked between groans.

Isabela laughed, winking at him.

                - “Mhm… perhaps I wouldn’t have left my former husband if he had been able to fuck me like this.” She moaned, half-teasingly.

It didn’t work. Gamlen only smirked at her.

                - “Doesn’t matter… I would have made you mine still.” He affirmed and his arrogance made Isabela’s stomach flutter. “He wasn’t… hgn… right for you!”

                - “Are you calling yourself the “right” husband, Gamlen?” Isabela purred, bringing a hand behind his neck, drawing him close.

                - “You always come back to me.” Gamlen pointed out smugly before kissing her perversely, his hands finding her breasts and squeezing. “You belong to me.” He added, kissing her throat. “You’re mine, you pirate-slut!”

Isabela moaned, feeling a bit light-hearted hearing those familiar words. Those words she had long stopped denying. She did belong to Gamlen. She was unable to escape him, and she didn’t even want to anymore.

She didn’t understand why.

Even with Hawke who she loved to the point of trying once again the boring and scary world of monogamy – at least, until his uncle entered the picture – she never had entertained any kind of fantasies about being married. She loved her freedom far too much to go through this a second time, even with someone like Hawke. And now she was married to his uncle.

Gamlen was everything she once thought wrong about a husband. He was the very opposite of Hawke. He hardly had any consideration for her, he was controlling, perverted, jealous… the list was long. Already despite his new wealth she had heard some rumors of debts about him. He definitely wasn’t faithful – Merrill, who stayed to Kirkwall thanks to Varrics’ connections, was apparently spending a lot of time in the Estate, and Gamlen was said to visit the Barracks quite often. 

He was all of that and worse. So why did her heart keep skipping a beat every time she looked at him?

Noticing her expression of awe, Gamlen smirked at her and Isabela was suddenly hit by a realization.

                - “Oh fuck.”

She…

                - “I love you.”

Lost in his fucking, Gamlen didn’t hear her, but Isabela heard herself. But instead of the horror she expected to feel, she only felt an incredible relief. Not because the man she admitted loving hadn’t heard her, but because of how true she realized it was.

She thought she would never say those words. She thought her pleasure only came from the perversion that existed between Gamlen and her, nourished only by her hatred of the man. 

She was wrong on so many levels!

The very moment the forbidden words escaped her, she felt a change in the air, a change in herself. Something similar to what had happened the first time she truly submitted to Gamlen… except this time it felt even more intense. The pleasure grew… no, it surged, spreading to her whole body. She could suddenly feel each thrust of Gamlen down to her toes, leaving her gaping at the ceiling, unable to move. Heat came next, a raging fire she usually only felt during her climax, increasing her sensibility. Then, finally, came the feelings, and with them, her ecstasy was complete.

                - “Fuuuuuuuuuuck! It feels… it feels even better now!” She panted, eyes rolling back.

She couldn’t really say why. As Isabela was throwing her head back, a perverted smile spreading to her lips, she couldn’t really say why Gamlen’s cock felt different now. Because she was now pushing even more into the forbidden by feeling like this with Hawke’s uncle? Or simply because, in some twisted and perverted ways, she really was in love with Gamlen and admitting it was freeing? Either way…

                - “It feels incredible!”

Twisting in the bed with delight, Isabela moaned Gamlen’s name, drawing his gaze. His gaze burning with need and want, dark and possessive. And her heart skipped another beat.

Fuck, she loved him.

Her emotions bubbling to the surface, Isabela locked her legs around his waist to push him deeper inside her, then wrapped her arm around his neck, bringing him to her. 

                - “Kiss me, Gamlen.” She whispered softly.

Their lips met and she shivered, sighing into his mouth as she let her love for him bloom into her chest, accepting it completely. It was a twisted love. Her feelings certainly weren’t as pure and even true as the ones she still had for Hawke. They were perverted, dark, self-destructive… and yet she felt they corresponded her better.
She poured all those feelings into her kiss, moaning Gamlen’s name again and again, making him feel her new devotion for him. When their kiss finally ended, she kept one of her hands on his neck, holding him close, while her other found his. Their fingers linked together, and in the corner of her eye, she saw her wedding ring catch the light of the sun.

She smiled.

                - “Fuck your wife, Gamlen.”

And Gamlen did just that.

Laying her on the side, he rutted against her, his pelvis clapping loudly against her ass as he pushed deeper and deeper inside her, feeding her pussy with his huge married cock. Next, he had her on all fours and rendered her a drooling mess as he pounded her from behind, taking her doggy-style until she was near incoherent. Then he had her against the wall next to the window, fucking her so hard they drew in the gazes of more than one gawker of the street, but they kept at it, ignoring them.

They were married, after all.

Their marital bed ended up banging and squeaking loudly when it welcomed them once more, with them laying on one another, mating like beasts in heat, fast and hard. They were both getting closer to their respective climax, their sweaty and hot bodies were merging feverously, their breaths mixing, their moans blending together…

Isabela had already cum two more times since her first climax – she was slowly approaching a fourth – and she wanted nothing more than to feel Gamlen paint her insides with his potent seeds.

                - “Cum inside me.” She was whispering, her nails biting Gamlen’s back. “Yes… give me… ahn… all your cum, Gamlen!”

Dick throbbing, Gamlen was sucking the Rivaïn’s breasts, enjoying the feeling of her body under his, one hand next to her head with his other holding her ass in place as he pushed deep inside her, thrusting his cock all the way in her tight pussy.

                - “You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned. “Hgn… so fucking perfect for my cock.”

                - “Flood that tight pussy with your cum.” Isabela urged him. “Mhm… creampie your wife, Gamlen!”

Gamlen groaned, her words sending his balls tingling.

                - “Kukuku… you keep calling yourself my wife.” He said, looking at her. “Hgn… does it arouse you that much, being married to me?”

He was expecting some snark back, some denial or even the mention of Hawke to push him further, but instead Isabela gave him a strange smile… like coy… or was it loving? Then she said the last words he expected to hear from her:

                - “Yes, it does. Because…” She took a breath. “I love you.”

Gamlen’s mind blanked.

His body didn’t. While he was gapping, unable to fully understand what Isabela had just said, his hips surged, and he shoved his dick so deep inside her he probably could have kissed her womb. His reward was his name screamed by an unhinged Isabela:

                - “Gaaaaaammmmmleeeeeeeeeennnn!”

Hearing his name like this, Gamlen only just took in what had just happened.

Isabela, the legendary and proud captain Isabela, had just told him she loved him.

He would never admit it to anyone, but it filled him with warmth, but most of all, shock. He had been surprised when the pirate had revealed herself to be such a slut, but soon that surprise had turned in smugness, because, of course, Isabela was a slut, he always said so. Her marrying him had been unexpected and out of character from the proud Rivaïn, but after forcing him to say she was his so many times, he figured she had accepted it.

But loving him?

This, this was something he would have never even imagined in his most perverted and secret fantasies – or maybe he had, after having accepted she truly was the perfect woman for him – and for her to admit it out loud? This was the woman who Hawke had spent years trying to convince to accept there was something special between them. For her to turn around and choose him – Gamlen Amell – instead of the great Champion of Kirkwall?
Forget about touching, he found those words intoxicating. Because they meant he had truly done it. 

He had won.

A triumphant smirk spread to his lips and Gamlen grabbed Isabela by the waist, slamming his cock inside her in one go, going as deep as before. Her reaction was immediate. She threw her head back and moaned like a slut, calling out his name, and he roared, fucking her fast, never letting rest until she was all but drooling under him, broken.

The woman who loved him. 

With a wicked smile, he looked over his shoulder, right toward the portrait of Hawke which was still on the wall, watching the scene.

                - “Hear that, brat? Your precious Isabela loves me!”

Something dark and twisted rose in him as he looked at the proud face of his nephew.

                - “It’s over now!” He thought. “The slut truly belongs to me!”

Gamlen had kept the portrait because he found it funny to keep a reminder that he had stolen… no, taken back all that belonged from the great Champion of Kirkwall. It made him feel powerful, especially when he was fucking Isabela in front of it. But never had he imagined that he would hear Isabela’s confession in its presence. And never before had he been gladder to have kept it. It felt like Hawke himself was here for it. To hear Isabela choose him, Gamlen Amell. To assist at the complete and utter submission of his precious pirate. And it felt great.

                - “She submitted to my cock!” He yelled, never stopping his hips. “She married me! And now… hgn! She admitted to loving me! Isabela is completely mine, brat! Kukuku!”

Looking back at Isabela, at the depraved yet content look on her face as he owned her with his cock, Gamlen smirked widely. He slowed his pace but kept his intensity rising, making her jump and catch her gaze. Her moans quieted as he brought his face close to hers, whispering against her lips:

                - “Aren’t you… Isabela?”

Isabela didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her body against his, and tilted her head to the side, welcoming him with a simple:

                - “Yes.”

Gamlen exulted, chuckling darkly, and he kissed her.

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

There was no holding back after that. Gamlen pounded Isabela into the mattress, the bed banging and squeaking, ready to break once more like the day she had first submitted to his cock, the room shaking under their screams and moans. Outside, all the people on the streets could hear them going at it, could hear them getting closer and closer to climax, could hear them profess their love for one another the only way they knew how.

By fucking.

                - “Ooooh, Gamlen! Gamlen! Gamlen! Gamlen! I love you!”

Isabela was screaming from the top of her lungs, calling to Gamlen’s name and professing her love for him to all, if only to urge him to fuck her even harder. The man himself was tense like a bow, his whole body strained in effort, sweat dripping from his forehead as he ravaged her, feeling himself ready to burst.

                - “Fuck! You’re squeezing my cock so… hgn… damn hard!” He swore, hips bucking. “Hgn! Did admit your feelings for me made you want my cum… even more?”

Isabela smiled, bringing a haggard hand in her damp hair, looking up at him with a fiendish look.

                - “It’s a wife’s duty to receive her husband’s seeds, isn’t not?” She purred, clenching her pussy’s around his cock, making him groan.

                - “You pirate-slut!” Gamlen chuckled between gritted teeth. “Get Ready to… hgn… receive a full month worth of… hn… cum inside you, Isabela! You pirate-slut-wife of mine!

The man threw his last forces into the fucking of his wife, the wife who had just admitted her feelings to him, making their union full. His parents had been so sure he would never amount to anything, now… he had everything. And it was in part thanks to the woman under him, Gamlen realized, watching Isabela. He watched her face, her beautiful, proud and teasing face broken by the pleasure and the depravation he was drowning her in, but also the love and adoration she had just expressed toward him. And he was moved, realizing now why he had waited and how he had managed to wait until her return.

They belonged together.

Gamlen froze suddenly, feeling his cum came rushing from his balls, his cock growing even bigger, welcoming its first climax of the month.

                - “I love you too, Isabela.” He thought before roaring out loud. “Hgn! Here it comes you slut!”

He pushed his cock deep inside his wife, all the way in, kissing her womb. His dick expanded, throbbed once, twice, then it erupted, unleashing loads and loads of cum in the innards of Isabela's well fucked pussy.

                - “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

Gamlen yelled and Isabela shook, her mouth opening wide. 

                - “I feel it!” She gasped, her body curling delightfully under the feeling. “Ooooh! Your cum is spurting out into my womb! It’s…! I…!”

Everything suddenly turned white, her womb as well as her sight, and for a moment, Isabela had the crazy thought that she had been so filled to the brim by cum that her eyes had been drowned too.

It certainly felt like it!

One full month worth of cum were dumped inside her by the man she loved. There, was the best feeling in the world. It also felt like she was cumming.

It was Isabela’s turn to freeze as her climax crashed against her, her face a picture of stupor and delight mixed together. Something she couldn’t describe as pleasure as it seemed too little, burst forth, and the pirate literally blanked out, her mind giving into the overwhelming extasy. 
She shook, threw her head back, locked her ankles behind Gamlen’s waist, smiled widely… and screamed:

                - “I’m Cummiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnng!”

The screams of the two lovers echoed loudly into the room and down the streets bellow… and kept going. Indeed, despite that last incredible climax, both lovers were far from sated. Gamlen had poured one-month worth of cum inside Isabela but he still had a lot left and Isabela was more than willing to make sure his balls were fully empty.

And he still deserved a reward for his restraint.

It was why the pirate ended up using her breasts to bring him to completion while he laid on the bed, swallowing his seeds with a proud smile. The proud smile was on Gamlen’s lips next when he had Isabela twisting and trashing, cumming hard against his tongue… twice. The second time had Isabela riding Gamlen’s face until she was cross-eyed, falling into the mattress, unable to move. It didn’t stop her lover from getting on her and pound her a little more into the mattress, cumming on her back with a roar.

They both fell on the bed after that, but they only had to look at each other before they were fucking once more.

After the bed, Gamlen took Isabela on the desk, making it bang loudly against the wall while the pirate was holding on to him, whispering how she had already been fucked there by his nephew. He punished after that by taking her from behind right by the window, allowing the street to get a full view of her beautiful and bouncing breasts while he held her against him. There he made her admit to all how incredible a lover he was, a compliment he was forced to give her as well when she took back control and jerked him off without letting him cum, trapping him against the wall.

                - “Fuck! I love you!” He swore when he was allowed to fuck her breasts on the bed, covering her surprised and delighted face with his seeds.

                - “I love you too!” She said while he was fucking her in a mating press position. 

Later, husband and wife were kissing while the first was burrowed inside the second, filling her once more with his seeds.

                - “Who knew married life could be so… mhm… filling?” Isabela purred against her lover’s lips, her hands on his ass.

Gamlen’s answer was a kiss, one that had her heart skipping a beat and saw them fuck soon after, their bodies moving gently against one another, their love-making becoming strangely tender and intimate as the hours passed and their lust abated.
Still, it was late into the night that they finally stopped fucking with one final load that had them both moaning, moving lazily against one another, laying on their sides.

                - “If it’s the king of welcome back I get when I’m away for more than two weeks, I might do it more often.” Isabela whispered with a small yawn after that final load.

                - “No, you won’t.” Gamlen grunted back, burrowing his head in the pirate’s cleavage, using it like a pillow.

Isabela couldn’t really tell if he was saying he wouldn’t let her or something else. He was already snoring, so she didn’t get a chance to ask. Knowing him, she knew he could very well meant it in the way she would be certain to hate.

And yet, she found herself simply smiling, and with an urge to caress his hair while he slept on her.

                - “I’m well and truly fucked aren’t I?” She asked, looking up with a snort. “And not just in a good way.”

Of course, the Maker didn’t offer any answers, but she wasn’t really waiting for one. And honestly, even if he had one, she didn’t really care to hear what it was. She already had made her choice a long time ago, she thought, looking at the ring on her finger, when she had accepted to marry him.

She only just realized why… looking at Gamlen’s cock, still quite big while soft.



