Varrus woke up to the warmth of the sun on his face, and a warm body in his embrace.

His morning wood was trapped between a warm crevasse, and when he tried to pull back and reach for some water, he felt a pressure lock around his dick that was slightly painful, but mostly arousing.

Sleepily opening his eyes, Varrus was greeted by his wife's unblinking golden eyes, and a wide smile.

Varrus smiled back, and kissed her on the lips.

She wordlessly shifted her thighs, and Varrus felt his arousal growing as his morning wood began to become rock hard.

Tossing aside the blanket, Varrus admired his wife's smooth, almond toned skin. He ran a hand lovingly down her side, and slapped a hand on her ass, eliciting her to jolt at the contact.

Grinning lewdly at her, Varrus kissed her on the nose, and for his trouble, received a gentle thunk on his forehead.

Syra gently ran her hand through his hair, and held the back of his head. She then spit in her other hand, and reached back to lube up his cock head.

Varrus couldn't hold back, and began to buck his hips between her thighs. Syra's smooth, almond skin rippled as he picked up his pace.

He was beginning to gasp in short bursts of pleasure, and almost lost it when Syra began to lick, and nibble on his nipples.

Her tongue flicked and twisted over his nipple, and warm saliva coated his chest. This new and unexpected sensation had Varrus bite the bottom of his lip, and close his eyes as he drew close.

“Give it to me~” Syra moaned in Varrus’ ear.

“Huff huff huff” Varrus gasped when she suddenly reached down, and planted his cock into her vagina.

The sudden heat and pooling juices covered his cock in warmth and pleasure, squeezing down with such an intensity, he felt like he was going to lose it.

“Please.”

Varrus beheld his wife's begging face, and lost all reason.

Pushing her down, Varrus grabbed her by the hands, and kissed her lips.

He grinned as he saw her arch her back, and her inner walls tightened around his cock. Pleasuring his partner was a pleasure all on its own.

Picking up the pace, he worked his hand on her slit at the same time, and was rewarded when she let loose with an uncontrollable “hieeyaaah!”

Syra matched his smile, and wrapped her arms behind his neck, pulling him close. Her hot breath tickled his ear, and her voice shouted his name.

“VARRUS! VARRUS!”

He could hold back no longer, and a fountain of cum erupted inside his darling wife.

She gripped him by the arms, and then swapped positions, mounting him reverse cowgirl style.

Without letting him catch a breath, Syra started coming down upon his cock like a piston. Her booty shook up and down, mesmerizing Varrus so much, he couldn't help but slap her ass repeatedly.

Red hand prints began to accumulate upon Syra’s ass cheeks, but every time he brought his hand down, his wife moaned that much louder.

The little masochist looked back at Varrus, and flashed him a smile, she then leaned back, and rested her back upon Varrus’s chest. Her sweat released sweet smelling pheromones, and Varrus couldn't help but lick her shoulder.

“Varrus!” Syra exclaimed in a mixture of shock and anger as she squirmed uncontrollably under the lap of his tongue.

‘So you’re ticklish!’ Varrus’s thought as his eyes flashed with untold mischief.

His cock felt her walls contract and juices gush around his head and shaft whilst she twisted and turned from being tickled.

Grinning like the cat that caught the canary, Varrus continued to lap at her shoulder, and pounded away like no tomorrow. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh rebounded within his penthouse-like bedroom, and Syra's co tinted uncomfortable squirming paired with the occasional giggle were music to his ears.

“I mean it, Varrus!” Syra all but growled while she continued to squirm.

She then coated her entire body in a thin film of Light energy, and condensed it around his cock. The swirl of magic combined with her hot pussy juices vibrated around his cock like a sex toy.

Both Varrus and Syra moaned in sync and shuddered as this new magical technique took them to the heights of orgasm.

Syra's face was flush, and her ass sore, as she was rocked back and forth atop him in an effort to wring every last drop out of Varrus’s cock.

When he stopped bucking his hips, Syra got off his dick, and began to jerk him off. Her mouth wrapped around his cockhead, and she began to play with it, suckling every last burst of semen she could get her tongue on.

Varrus looked on in amazement as he plastered his wife’s face white. Semen dripped down her chest, onto her ample bosom, and onto the sheets. The new Stamina stats were not playing around!

He took a moment to admire his work, and felt himself stiffen even harder as she began to giggle and wink at him when she caught a reflection of herself in a nearby mirror. After a moment, Varrus cast a cleansing spell, cleaning her face, and when he was ready to pounce on her once more, she took him by the cock, and led him towards the shower.

Varrus felt the tug on his penis, allowed himself to be taken along for the ride, curious as to his beautiful wife’s intentions. During the brief journey, his gaze was mesmerized by the red handprints on the back of her juicy ass, sending him ablaze with horny passion.

He wanted her now.

Before they could even reach the shower, Varrus removed her hand from his cock, and took her from behind.

Pressing into her doggy style, Syra barely had enough time to hold onto a nearby wall as he pressed into her.

Despite her brief exhale of surprise, Syra turned back to say something, only for Varrus to force her head forward so he could focus on the pleasure.

“Harder!” Syra commanded without missing a beat.

Closing his eyes, and biting his lower lip, Varrus complied with her order, and did all in his power to last as long as he could.

Varrus grabbed her by the back of her hair, and took a long whiff of it, wrapping the beautiful blonde locks around his fingers. The smell of unknown flowers and perfumes unique to his wife had his heart beat at untold heights. This was the smell. She was so difficult to detect, but when he got this close to her, she had this distinct sweetness that was so flavorful, so complex, so Syra, it sent him into madness.

This was the scent of his one and only!

“Syra.” Varrus growled in her ear, and ripped her arms off the wall so he could hold her closer.

“Yes! Yes!” Syra shouted back, and matched the tempo of his cock by pushing herself back into him.

The sound of her ass slapping into his groin was a constant source of joy as Varrus figuratively ate up his wife, body and soul.

Her smile, her scent, her silky blonde hair, her smooth skin, and most importantly, her undying love! He wanted it all!

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*plop plop plop plop* Varrus’s dick slapped into her juicy pussy repeatedly, and her ass shook with an untold hunger. Holding onto her hands, Varrus gasped in pleasure as he drank in the expression of dazed confusion that played across her face. He was fucking her so hard, she didn’t even know where she was anymore!

Fuck!

He felt her body shake, and rock as she orgasmed once, twice, three times in a row! The warmth and overpowering desire pouring out of her set Varrus off, and white hot semen came like never before.

Pulling out, Varrus was going to go get a cup of water, when he felt another tug.

Looking down, he saw that the madness had In fact, not left his wife's eyes, and she was taking him towards the shower once again.

Varrus scratched the back of his head a little nervously.

‘Ah, what the hell, I can go for round 3.’ Varrus grinned like a doofus as he happily followed after his wife.

Idly, he noticed a chef's outfit hanging on a nearby coat rack, but a not so gentle tug had him moving along.

However, instead of going to the bathroom, they entered an antechamber attached to his massive room.

Before Varrus had time to blink, he found himself strapped down to a table, with his wife mounting him in a cowgirl position.

“Syra?” Varrus questioned.

Flexing his arms, he felt like he could break free from this given his recently improved stats, but what was this all about?

“You're mine, and only mine.” Syra said, as if that explained everything.

Varrus felt his heart tighten as the light of crazy entered his wife's eyes a little more than usual. It was so easy to forget that she was so…well, she was who she was.

He could only shake his head in exasperation as she pressed uncomfortably hard on his chest with the palms of her hands.

“Tell me what's wrong?” Varrus said as he was concerned over his wife’s well being.

“You belong to me.” Syra pouted, letting her hair cover her face.

“We are husband and wife, of course I belong to you, the same as you belong to me.” Varrus rolled his eyes, yet made sure to speak in a matter of fact tone. As if to imply ‘duh! what aren't you seeing here?!’

“But you shook hands with the Prince, you spoke nicely in front of 200,000 people about another woman, you let a rugged man follow behind you everyday.” Syra said aggressively as she began to pick up her tempo, and slapped her ass harder and harder down upon him.

“Syra, I love only you. When the Scourge invaded, I only had the courage to stand against them because of you. When we cleaned the streets of the Undead, I only left the safety of my home because I had you by my side. When I confronted the wise, it was only thanks to your love that we triumphed over Thaladred & Sanguinar's opposition. When you volunteered to fight the Trolls elsewhere, I was in a state of constant worry, yet I was assured, there was no one I trusted more than you to win against them. When you arrived in a hurry to the beach and I fell into a state of mental corruption, the monster told me I was unworthy of you, and nearly drove me to madness. We won that race to the flag against Goldilocks and his Green Bean lover. WE are a team!

You are my Sun, Syra, the light that drives apart the clouds of madness that threaten my soul. Can you not see that I love you? That you are my everything? I say less about you in public, because I know you know this.” Varrus said lovingly, and tenderly and slowly kissed her from her chin, up her cheek, then finishing with a kiss on the forehead.

Syra stopped pressing down upon him, and swept her hair to the side, giving him a clear look at her face. No longer was she the moody young lover he had seen a moment ago, but a hint of fragility could be seen within the soul of her eyes.

Varrus felt his heart tighten, when he saw this vulnerability, and feelings of the need to protect suffused his spirit like no other.

This was a damaged girl who had undergone great trauma, and who knew what under that Disney Villain mother of hers.

All he wanted to do was to pull her close, and cuddle under a blanket. Tell her it would be okay. Maybe even drink some hot chocolate, and laugh at recordings of his doomed performances on the stage.

Any man would want to protect his woman, even if she was capable of slicing a dragon in half, or even going against the Gods one day, that feeling would never change. For Varrus, it was an instinct as natural as breathing.

“Varrus, my Star.” Syra said with a choked voice, barely holding back tears, she stroked his cheek lovingly with the back of her hand.

Her face warbled, and whilst she stroked his cheek, he saw her subtly wince.

Narrowing his eyes, Varrus noticed a bruise on the corner of her hand.

“Who did this?” Varrus hissed as he gripped her by the wrist, and pointed at the small purplish spot on her otherwise flawless skin.

Syra tried to pull back, but Varrus refused to let go.

“Who did this?” Varrus dangerously growled.

Who had the BALLS to harm his wife?!

Syra seemed to see something in him, and her weak, slumped shoulders-a weakness she only ever showed around him, her most beloved-straightened out, and a twinkle entered her eye.

Varrus noticed the change in demeanor, but he didn't care. He knew his wife was doing more than just pressing flowers, Rho'dan had kept him up to date on what he could, and more than that, it was a husband's intuition that his wife was out causing trouble.

But he didn't care about that! All he was interested in, was braining the bastard who harmed his wife.

Syra paused for a moment, seeming to collect her thoughts, then she began to draw circles with her finger on Varrus’s chest as she began to explain what had happened.

“Your pet ranger and I had a little spar whilst investigating the origins of Dakar’s outburst. I know he is your tool, but he is a lascivious fool, one who suggested a threescore between us.” Syra said in a disinterested, yet distinctly dangerous tone of voice.

Varrus narrowed his eyes.

He had seen this attitude with Syra before. If he didn't seriously teach Halduron a lesson, she might go all Sanguinar on him.

However, if what she said was true, then perhaps the Farstrider Commander had it coming.

Besides, the suggestion to off Lor'Themar had soured him to Halduron. He may have been a pawn of his father’s, but that did not make Halduron his pawn. There was little in the way of political allies he had inherited from his father, and as far as Varrus was concerned, he was doing an alright job on his own.

Varrus had intended to investigate Halduron anyway for his suspicious timing, leaving Dakar’s cell-wait a minute.

“Where exactly did you say you sparred with Halduron?” Varrus frowned, and said tersely.

“In front of Dakar’s residence. What plot has my brilliant husband thought up?”

“Nothing much, just a thought about paying my good friend, Commander Brightwing a beating.” Varrus said with a grin.

Syra replied with a matching grin of her own, and thunked her forehead onto his own.

“No one crosses a Vandercross.” Syra’s soft voice whispered in Varrus’s ear as a look of ecstatic murder spread across her face.

For once, Varrus silently agreed with his wife’s murderous tendencies. The family that slayed together, stayed together.

Whilst he didn't plan to kill Halduron, Varrus did plan on paying him a beating sometime down the line. He didn't know if he was behind Dakar, and would have to question Rho'dan about the truth of last night’s events. However, Halduron messed with his wife, and threatened to kill Lor'Themar.

The Old Man was a pain in the ass, but Varrus found that he was the most honest, and fair Elf that he had come across. As one of the pillars of Highborn society, Lor'Themar was a great Ranger General, and someone Varrus hoped he could call friend.

The only thing Halduron had going for him was that he supposedly owed Varrus’ father a favor for his promotion. With Varrus failing to live up to his own promise to promote Halduron as the new Ranger General, who knew what kind of hidden animosity he might be harboring?

Shaking his head, Varrus decided he would table any direct confrontation for later. He was an incredibly busy man who had to clean up the Dead Scar, and secure building materials to restore Silvermoon.

As troubling as his suspicions regarding Halduron were, they were just that. Suspicions.

Until then, he would have Rho'dan increase his investigations.

During his musings, Syra had returned to her default silence. However, Varrus had learned enough about her to know that once she was quiet was when Syra was most obedient.

Syra leaned down, and rested her cheek on his chest, and closed her eyes like a tired cat, claiming the perfect spot to take a nap.

Only one problem.

During this entire conversation, Varrus was still raging hard inside of her!

She had literally led him by the dick, and was promising great sex, only to treat him like a cat imperiously claiming its favorite perch?

Fine, you want to play these games?! Then we'll play these games!

Varrus pulled the manacles that tied him to the table taught, and snapped them right off.

Syra blinked owlishly in confusion up at him, but Varrus didn't give a damn!

“Take responsibility for your actions woman!” Varrus raged as he pressed Syra down for round 4.

Syra grinned up at him with a self satisfied smirk that only a woman could do when she had gotten her way.

A vein throbbed on Varrus's forehead in anger as he knew he had fallen into her ploy, both for sex and for revenge on Halduron.

Fuck!

This realization only fueled him to go harder! You want to be loved? To be coveted over all others, including his work responsibilities?!

You want my children so bad?!

Fine!

‘Syra you treacherous, beautiful bitch, I'm going to fuck your brains out till you can't walk for days!’

“You are mine.” Varrus growled as he took her.

Syra merely flashed him her trademark smile, only driving him into further madness.

‘Forget days, you won’t walk for a week after I’m done with you!’