The Royal Romance: A Pomerlane Story

The Pendora Palace, Pendoria, Archduchy of Eliria

In one of the numerous royal gardens that were part of the Pendora Palace complex, the young Empress Emylia was sitting under the roof of a small but luxurious pavilion reading some of the poetry her husband had written for her:

Emylia my lucky star
how divinely beautiful thou are
her smile, it shines so bright
is more lovely than a summer's night
My love for you will ever last
Until the day, from which I shall pass
Unlike the moon and the sun
which both come and go
my spring of love shall ever flow
unto you, and not just anyone
The glory that your love brings
is greater than the riches of all kings
Lest I forget and cast you aside
You shall always be my bride
Keep this with you, lest we divide.

"Oh, how lovely my Pommers is" she thought to herself.

The Empress, by all accounts was truly beautiful. Standing at 145cm, and weighing 40 kg, she was a small woman without much endowment but whose beauty was accented by her other features. Her deep blue eyes, golden blonde hair, and her pearly white skin with patches of freckles on them dazzled most who encountered her. On top of this, her well-proportioned facial features and bright smile gave off her true femininity.

Always graceful, generous, and kind to everyone; Emylia was beloved by her subjects. A true Antigoneian daughter, she was too; Being a patron of the arts, welfare and humanitarian efforts. She was no aloof and distant Empress like some outsiders claim, rather by all accounts truly in touch with her people. She made a habit of holding audiences with commoners every day from the start of reign and keeps up with this as frequently as she can. Intelligent, graceful, humble and beautiful; what more could be expected from a woman?

Her husband and the love her life, Pomernius von Löwenstein-Greifswald, is a man who has already made a name for himself, in good and bad ways. Her first cousin and senior by nearly half her age Pomernius, better known as Pomerlane, is renown as a brilliant commander, a just ruler and most of all, as a cruel enemy. His exploits have given him worldwide (in)famy and he has already etched his name in the history books already.

Standing at 170cm, muscular and handsome, Pomernius while not the most imposing man by appearance has a presence about him that can truly strike fear into anyone or make anyone willing to fight for him until they die. He has scars across his body that proves how many fights he has been in and won.
With his grey eyes, his long dirty blonde hair that he slicks back, and a number of facial scars; he is the fear of all men and the fantasy of all women. He walks with a limp and already uses a cane at a rather young age of 38. Still, the youthful vigor of a man of passion remains in that body, and this is something his young wife knows all too well.He talks with a loud, imposing voice which further backs up his presence. It is a voice that can send chills down ones spine because of his tendecy to use inflections, the gnawly twang and the raw emotion it has. It has an odd touch of aristocracy and commoner to it that is hard to describe. To aristocrats, his tongue is graceful and elegant but to his men, he is vulgar and violent with it.

While he is known as a brave, brilliant and brutal man; a man whom songs and sagas will be written off till the end of time, his dear LiLi knows him better than anyone else. Deep down, he is a troubled man, brutalized by life that has had to make the most of his life inspite of circumstances. To her, he is not a viscious killer but a gentle yet passionate man of great ambitions and desires. He desires two things greater than anything in his life, Love and Religion. Those two things are what drives the man behind the cold mask of a ruthless destroyer of cities. He earnestly desires to love the divines, hisfamily, friends and people and serve them with the great passion that beats in his heart.

But LiLi knows too well that his passions and desires go beyond these good and noble things. Pommers is a man that also craves the desires of the flesh, and while he is loyal to his wife and her alone; his drive can be hard to satisfy even for the young and energetic empress. Indeed, it can be reasoned that these fleshly desires his way of dealing with the great pain that is in his heart.

As LiLi continues to read poetry and admire the beautiful summers day, she thinks about her husband's problems. Recently, he has been haunted by nightmares involving his long dead family, murdered in cold blood by the Pomurans when he was just 16. He has confessed recently that these thoughts have been hard to get out of his head and that he needed to go hunting to try to get it out of his head. But Emylia knows her husband. The man will kill the white stag itself, satisfy his blood lust temporarily and return to a state of despair. Even after the birth of their twins in Janurary, he only remained happy for a short while until he returned to these deep depths. And if she wasnt careful, the poor man would turn to harlots and booze to waste away in. She couldnt let this happen and thus devised a special plan, to provide her husband with the best cure that she could make. Passionate and steamy romance that would blow his problems out of the water for some time, in holy matrimony.

LiLi, despite being a romantic at heart, was still shy when it came to being tempting and truly alluring. It is not as if she did not understand such things, as they came naturally to all Elirians as a second nature. After all, they were all made in the image of the Goddess of Love herself, Elira Pendora. But for Emylia, it felt improper to give such things off. She dared not talk to anyone about it, but deep down she felt like the Empress was to be a symbol of virtue, both inside and outside the Palace. How could she be that as a seductress? Yet, the more she sat there thinking and sipping her tea, the more it became clear that her duty as a wife require her to unleash her full power. With a sigh, Emylia headed back into the palace and prepared for her husband a night he would never forget.

The ever shy Empress ordered the servants to leave her alone for the rest of the night for "privacy reasons." Pommers would be home from his hunting trip at some point, and she wanted to prepare as best she could to be alluring as possible. She bathed and washed herself for an hour, spending another on her hair alone, and when she came out her skin was as silky as velvet. After putting on some makeup, She drank some Elirite as an elxir that made her shine brightly and beautifully and lit candles across the Imperial Bedroom. Wearing the finest black lingerie, she waited on the bed seductively for her husband and opened a book to pass time. As it turned out, no sooner did she start reading that her husband cames right into the door. "I am home, my love. uuuooooohhh!". He was star struck by his wife, more than he had ever been in his whole life. Smiling seductively, Emylia arose and walked alluringly to her husband and put her finger on his mouth while stroking his stubble. "Do not uoh, yet my beloved. For tonight, you will have the greatest love making session of your whole life." She started to take his sweaty clothes off. "You wont be needing this now will you?" as she takes his shirt off. Still in shock at his young wife's new vixen nature, Pommers merely says "Damn right, what is up with you? This is not the LiLi i am used to."

She laughs at him cutely, "What am I acting more like one of those harlots you used to frequent?"
He laughs "Sort of, you certainly never acted this alluring before"
with a giant smile, she says "Well i will prove to you tonight that such harlots have nothing on me, indeed, i am better than them and I will prove it~"
"Oh really? Well, if thats the case, prove it!" he says with a smirk
she grabs him by the hand and leads him to the bed. "I want you to shag me, and shag me good." the two start kissing passionately sitting on the bedside before the two got into foreplay. He played with her small nipplws which he was so fond of, while she grabbed his massive cock and stroked it. "Like a true daughter of Elira you have turned into a queen of sex."
"Oh but we are only getting started, come here big man~"

The two made love all night and the palace walls shook according to legend. By the time dawn came around, Pomerlane was smoking a cigar with his wife by his side.
"Well, how was last night? Was it the best you have ever had?" Emylia says while cuddling up to him.
Pomerlane takes a puff of his cigar before putting his massive hand on her head. "Sweetheart, You know how I am a man of great desires of the flesh and indeed I am a man never satisfied." takes another puff "But, for once in my life, i was satisfied. Oh Pomu and Elira, i have never enjoyed sex that much in my life. It was like a heavenly experience." he says while smiling
she sits up and runs her hand over his hairy chest "It is in my blood, i did this for you my beloved, to help you find peace for once." Pomerlane smiles and kisses her "LiLi, I am so greatful that you are in my life. But I am quite sweaty, shall we bathe together this morning" with a smile the young empress just says "yes." and the two headed off to bathe together.

Finally, for once in his life, true satisfaction was found for the Prince of Greifswald, and it was in the small tight body of his wife. This would be his true cure for the rest of his life and would drive him made without a proper dosage of the divine intercourse that he shared with his wife. Indeed, the long he went without it, the more he would fall into old vices.