Hera held Daman's hand tightly as they both ran along the corridor to get up into the penthouse as quick as possible. It was past sunset and the evening had just begun. The duo was all smiles and Daman was salivating thinking about what tonight held for them.

Him and his wife. The duke and the duchess. Daman and Hera.

Where they crazy to show up at the court house with their documents in hand ready to tie the knot after completing the religious formalities of getting married? Indeed they were. Daman had simply asked Iqbal and Johan to act as their witnesses on such short notice of which the 2 happily agreed to.

Surprisingly, more than ever, Hera was fulfilled. It was always her against the world and deep down she was happy with the way she got married. She never wanted a lavish wedding, or an extravagant party, she just needed herself and Daman and that was what she had got after all.

Hera giggled hard as Daman swooped her up to take her over the threshold. He had a gleaming smile on his face that accurately expressed how he felt at this very moment. Over the moon.

He couldn't help but admire Hera's beauty, how beautiful she was inside and out. Now, she was his wife, his duchess and nothing would ever change that.

Hastily, Daman carried her upstairs into his, now their, bedroom. It was just after sunset, the sky a navy blue, almost reaching it's peak darkness. The twinkling of the stars in the sky providing for that magical ambiance that was easy to see through the massive floor to ceiling windows.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," Daman whispered with a rougher voice than usual. His eyes never left Hera as he lowered her to the bed, letting his hands glide all over her soft curves as he settled her.

Hera showed a soft smile as she countered his statement. "No, I do know. The shower scene was enough to let me know what's going on inside your mind."

Daman showed no signs of embarrassment over that. Rather, he was quite pleased that she knew the extent of his desires. Hera watched tentatively as Daman mouth slowly descending upon hers millimeter by millimeter. The anticipation created a deep, aching pool of need within her stomach. Hera's eyes fluttered closed blissfully as Daman's lips met hers in swift motion.

Both could feel the potent, heavily explosive emotions releasing from the flood gates and Hera choked up the words before she blatantly spilled it out that she loved him. She loved him so much it hurt. But, the doubt always ate at her, did Daman love her even an ounce? She needed him to take the lead in every sense.

"Daman.." Hera moaned as she pulled away to regain her senses which was completely and utterly gone at this point.

Daman wasted no time in stripping her bare before he gently pushed her onto the bed as he also rid himself of his clothes. Hera could feel the lightening going down her spine as Daman leaned over her with a smile as wicked as a wolf. She smiled back at him.

Hera's feminine body made Daman the hardest he had ever been in his life and Hera bit her lip at knowing how well endowed he was. The duke groaned in his sweet frustration as he took it upon himself to explore every centimeter of Hera's body in erotic detail. He started steadily at her generous, supple breasts, then made his way down to the delicious curve of her waist, followed by the wideness of hips, afterwards he dragged his lips to the soft skin of her thighs and finally down to her smooth legs. His marks were all over her, but Hera didn't mind at all knowing they were his.

Like a dog jumping for a bone, Daman immediately buried himself between the apex of her legs, treating himself to another tasting of what made him weak like no other. He played with her, teased, her, subdued her in that one action reminding Hera who was in control and it defiantly wasn't her.

Evidently, Hera squirmed like no other. Her body writhed in ecstasy, praising Daman's very skilled tongue. It was as if a switch has turned on her body, opening her walls allowing for the slickness to seep through all over her husband.

When Daman had probed her enough, he one again captured her lips in a deep soaring kiss. Hera wanted to cry. It was too good. She felt the outline of his member against her inner thigh and her spine almost collapsed at the unclipped intimacy that was about to come.

"Get on with it," Hera growled unladylike. Unashamedly and very eagerly. Daman laughed heartily at her healthy appetite.

Swiftly he entered her in one deep thrust. Both their eyes locked with each other, their mouth opened as their breaths mingled, the pleasure like no other. Surprisingly enough, it didn't hurt Hera one bit considering it was her first time, rather it felt slightly uncomfortable before feeling amazing. Hera had never felt more feminine with Daman inside her, so in tune with her body. Her legs buckled and her body collapse as Daman thrusted into her over and over again. Their moans a sweet melody tp each other's ears.

Similar, Daman was at a loss for how to describe what he was feeling. Completely speechless at how perfect he fitted in Hera, at how perfect she wrapped around him. This was meant to be.

Reaching their peak together, Daman gritted out sweet, tender words causing Hera's heart to melt into a pool. He was so perfect, she thought. He took care of her excellently, in every way.

Daman gathered up Hera in his arms as they both allowed their breathing to turn back to normal.

"That was.." Hera began and she snuggled closer to the duke. "That was a lot," she let out breathily.

Daman smiled down at her as he moved a tendril of hair away from her sweaty forehead.

"There's more to come," he whispered huskily.

* * *

It was during the stealthy hours of the night that the new duchess had awoken. Hera was indeed exhausted after her new marital activities. It was everything she had hoped for and more. Daman was the perfect lover – attentive, giving, kind and exhilarating.

Hera awoke alone in the bed with the sheets and duvet all completely rumpled. She felt sticky in some places therefore opted for a soothing, long shower where she washed the knots out from her hair and moisturised thoroughly when she was done.

Slipping into a soft nightie, Hera tied the robe around her when she felt her tummy rumble. It was way past dinner time.

Daman was sitting in the lounge with a wad of documents in front of him and an exuberant smile on his face that he hardly took notice of Hera walking into the room.

"Well you're glowing," she teased with charm and sat next to him. Daman gestured for to come even closer when he hugged her.

"My purchase from your father finally fell through," he said proudly. Hera pulled away in confusion.

"What purchase?"

Daman's hesitated on his words but managed to let out a sentence without faltering. "I needed to get a set of ports for my cargo shipments. However there were some hiccups along the way. It's all sorted now."

Hera looked genuinely confused. "What was the setback?" she asked tentatively as she noticed that Daman was hesitant to answer her initially.

Immediately the duke plastered on a saucy smile and swooped up Hera onto his lap so that she straddled him. Without wasting a second, he crashed his lips to hers.

Again, as if a switch had turned on in Hera's body and she was under Daman's spell just as he was hers. Hera turned into putty in his arms while he stealthily removed her robed and let her nightie ride up while his hands wandered carelessly. Hera's palms where placed on his broad chest where she physically felt the heat radiating off of them.

Daman had been so attentive to her all this time that perhaps she for once ought to give to him as much as she received. Pushing him back, Hera pulled away, removed Daman's boxers and dropped to her knees.

As always, Daman was ready for her. Hot, hard and throbbing.

Hera gently took him into her hands and started stroking, her mouth set apart deliberating when to go for it because she was nervous which didn't go unnoticed by the duke. He set his arms behind his head and relaxed wanting to enjoy a dream come true.

"You are breathtakingly beautiful, my duqa, go harder. I enjoy it like that," Daman encouraged her thoughtfully. (duchess)

Hera made a circle with dainty hands and erotically massaged the duke as she took her cues from his pleasure filled reactions. Daman breathing went rough and he struggled to keep himself together when she dipped and he felt her pouty lips leave a gentle kiss on his head before she dove right in with her mouth to finish what she had started.