Pavel felt a surge of pride when she yelled his name, feeling her cum pouring over his flesh. He grunted as she constricted around him hard, forcing himself to continue to thrust through that delicious tightness. Less that six thrusts later, he felt his own release coil at the base of his spine than explode outward like a bomb. His cock lengthened and surged, emptying himself deep inside her body. Slowly, he lowered himself to his side on the bed, drawing her into his arms. Leaning his head down, he gave her a long languid kiss, humming happily.<br/><br/>"I needed that," he managed, his voice deep between pants. "And you did as well.....my sexy vixen." he teased, holding her close, their naked limbs entwined. As his breathing started to get back under control, he smiled, ready to spring another pleasant surprise on her. "About the state dinner tonight, I made a slight change in the seating," he informed her. "You know how much I hate that massive table. I had the dinning hall set up with multiple smaller tables. Those blood thirsty bastards tried to cut you out of my heart. And that will never happen. It's always been the three of us against them, and now it's four with Ingrid. So I've arranged a slightly larger rectangular table for the family. All sitting on one side facing the others. As much as I'd love to walk up to Brogin and tell him to fuck off and leave you alone, protocol determines I can't. But this is the closest I could come." He growled, slightly frustrated. "I'm tired of this fat bastard trying to rip apart my family. I'll never let anyone part us," he promised, kissing her again deeply.<br/><br/>