Chapter 52: Morning on the Island and the Oath of Their Bond

Chapter: Morning on the Island and the Oath of Their Bond

After Fafnir had climaxed for the eighth time with Griselda, their strength finally gave out. They lay together on the spacious bed, their bodies slick with sweat and the lingering traces of their passionate encounter. Fafnir lay on his back in the middle of the bed, holding Griselda's beautiful, soft, naked body tightly against him. Griselda rested her head on his broad, muscular chest, her heavy breasts resting against his taut abdominal muscles. She closed her eyes, her face radiating deep happiness and satisfaction. Fafnir's large hand pressed against her soft buttocks, slowly kneading the flesh and molding it between his fingers as though he possessed her completely.

A warm silence lasted for several minutes, broken only by their heavy breathing and synchronized heartbeats. Then Fafnir spoke in a low but firm voice, his fingers still caressing the curve of her hip:

"Will you come with me to Zeta so that we can marry and live together?"

Griselda gave a wide, happy smile when she heard that he wanted to marry her officially. She raised her head slightly to look into his eyes and said in a soft but clear tone:

"I can't go with you right now, Fafnir. I have to return to the Elven Continent to take care of some urgent matters. But as soon as I settle everything, I'll come to you in Zeta immediately."

Fafnir nodded with great satisfaction and pulled her closer, then added in a tone that carried both a promise and a faint threat:

"Good. But you'd better be carrying this great one's child the next time we meet... otherwise..."

Griselda laughed provocatively and playfully, gently pushing against his chest as she said:

"Otherwise, what will you do? Tell me."

Fafnir smiled mischievously, his eyes gleaming:

"Otherwise, I'll find another wife to bear my child before you."

Griselda's smile disappeared immediately. A sharp jealousy ignited within her chest. She quickly reached out and seized his precious testicles, squeezing them slightly with measured force, then said in a low, dangerous voice:

"What will you do? You're planning to betray this queen with another woman, and even make her bear your child before me? I think I should crush your testicles before you ever betray me."

Fafnir felt a sharp pain rising from his testicles, and his face went pale with genuine terror. He hurriedly spoke, his voice slightly raised with pain and anxiety:

"Don't be rash, my dear! My testicles are my manhood. If you crush them, I'd rather die than live without them. And how will you have our seven future children without them? How will I impregnate you?"

He waited until his words had settled in her mind, then continued cautiously, trying to ease the tension:

"I promise I won't love too many women... only four or five."

When Griselda heard his first sentence, her displeasure eased slightly. But the moment she heard the final sentence, her perfect face turned gloomy with anger. She tightened her grip on his testicles and said in a voice trembling with jealousy:

"So you are still thinking about sleeping with more women?"

Fafnir answered quickly, trying to appease her, his free hand gently stroking her back:

"My dear, you've known me for thousands of years. You should understand that I love women very much. But I promise you, I won't simply lay my hands on every woman I meet. Now that you're mine alone, my standards have become high. Unless a woman is as extraordinarily beautiful as you, with a figure as captivating as yours, I won't give her more than a single glance."

After hearing Griselda being flattered and hearing him praise her extraordinary beauty and magnificent figure, her bad mood eased considerably. She finally released his testicles, allowing Fafnir to breathe a sigh of relief and relax. Then she said in a calm but firm voice, the remnants of jealousy still visible in her eyes:

"I'll allow you to take four or five other women as wives... but I am the first wife. Do you understand?"

Although Griselda was burning with jealousy inside, and the thought of sharing her man with other women filled her with fierce anger and jealousy, she realized that Fafnir was a great man, and great men often possessed large harems. She knew that he would meet women in the future and bring some of them into his harem. It was simply part of his nature, which she loved despite everything.

After that little quarrel, which had nearly cost Fafnir his most precious treasures, he embraced Griselda even more tightly, his arms wrapping around her entire body. The two fell asleep with their bodies intertwined, their breaths mingling as the sweat and traces of their passion slowly dried upon their skin.

The following morning, Fafnir awoke to a pleasurable sensation and several intimate, wet sounds. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Griselda completely naked, lying on her stomach between his legs, her beautiful, soft feet raised in the air. She was pleasuring him with her mouth, the sounds filling the room:

"Glu... glup... hmm..."

When she realized that Fafnir was awake, she raised her head and withdrew, then slowly licked her lips in a seductive manner. She looked at him with shining eyes and said softly:

"Good morning, darling."

Fafnir smiled broadly, his voice still rough with sleep:

"Good morning... but what are you doing?"

Griselda smiled playfully and seductively and answered:

"I'm having my breakfast."

Fafnir gave a low, pleasant laugh and said:

"I see... then allow me to help you."

He rose and sat on his knees. Griselda smiled with great excitement and opened her mouth seductively, waiting for him. Fafnir guided himself toward her, and their intimate encounter continued.

After several moments, Griselda was breathing heavily, yet the excitement in her expression had only intensified. Fafnir continued with the same passionate rhythm, while she held onto him for support.

Eventually, they slowed down, remaining close to one another as the intensity of the moment gradually subsided.

Griselda smiled with satisfaction and said:

"Thank you for breakfast."

Fafnir smiled and pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead before saying calmly:

"I have to return to Zeta today."

When Griselda heard his words, she felt a faint sadness that their peaceful adventure on the island was coming to an end. Still, she encouraged herself by thinking about their next meeting. She said softly:

"I also have to return to the Elven Kingdom."

Fafnir gently patted her back and said:

"Take care of yourself, my dear... and also of our future child."

Griselda smiled with deep tenderness, raised her head, and kissed him in a long, deep kiss filled with affection and the promise of their future together. Then she said while looking into his eyes:

"I'll come to you as soon as possible after taking care of my affairs."

They rose from the bed together and dressed quietly, each watching the other in a silence filled with contentment. Then they left the island together, each returning to their own lands, while the bond between them remained alive in their hearts.