Months passed, and with it, Berengar's wives came ever close to the due date of their pregnancy. While they were struggling with the thought that they would give birth to their children without their husband present. Berengar was enjoying himself within his Manor, which was located on a hill above the beaches of Gibraltar.
The first batch of recruits from the Royal Granadan Army had graduated basic training. These soldiers were now undergoing the specialized training necessary to fulfill their position within the Armed Forces of Granda. During this time, Portugal continued to bleed from the chaos that enveloped its realm, while King Luiz struggled to reclaim the lands that were lit ablaze from the warbands of heavily armed brigands that once served him faithfully.
The foreign crusaders comprised of primary peasants who had taken up the call to arms to fight against an unholy alliance between the German Reformation and Islam found themselves engaged in brutal conflict with the deserters of the Portuguese Armies, their numbers drastically reduced and stretched thin across the small Kingdom to the West.
Currently, Berengar was resting on a wicker sunbathing chair with a parasol over his head and a blended drink in his hands. He was dressed in a pair of hemp shorts and lying next to the Princess of Granada, who wrapped her arms around him with a loving smile. The young couple had become quite fond of one another during this time, and a wedding had been undergoing preparation.
Even though Hasan had initially instructed Yasmin to seduce and bed Berengar in an attempt to trap him into marriage, for whatever reason, he had shifted his opinion. Thus, the young couple had not slept together yet, as Hasan insisted that his sister's virtue remain intact until her wedding.
Of course, Berengar, an impatient and lust-filled man, had used his vast knowledge to find a way around that rule. Thus he had secretly introduced his newest fiancee to alternative methods so that they may entertain themselves. Therefore they had been spending quite a lot of time together in the Austrian King's beach Manor, enjoying each other's bodies in every way that would not violate the Princess' apparent virtue.
However, all good things must come to an end; as Berengar continued to sip from his drink, a servant rushed forward and handed him a letter. Contained within this document was the news that the time for their wedding had arrived; it was just in time too. Seeing as how the Granadan Troops and Austrian Artillery were about ready to deploy into Portugal for the sake of their conquest. Thus Berengar got up from his seat and looked over his bride-to-be as he commented.
"It appears we are required within the capital. The wedding is fully prepared and awaiting our arrival."
When Yasmin heard this, a sly smile spread across her beautiful face as she teased her fiance.
"So you're not going to invite your other wives or your family for this occassion?"
Berengar chuckled when he heard this and grabbed ahold of the woman's plump rear, bringing her closer into his embrace.
"I am pretty sure those girls would try to kill you out of jealousy if I brought them to our wedding. I am also certain that my family would not easily approve of me marrying a Moorish woman. Thus I won't request their attendance. Besides, I'd like to see the look on those bitches faces when I bring home a foreign woman as my war bride!"
Yasmin immediately shoved Berengar aside and climbed on top of his lap; her bountiful breasts were barely contained by the thin fabric that comprised her bikini. Under Berengar's orders, he had made her a rather skimpy swimsuit for use around his Manor and private beach. As she pressed him down beneath her weight, she flicked him on the forehead before lecturing him.
"I am not your war bride!"
Berengar chuckled in response and kissed her on the lips, his tongue parting through its entrance and intertwining with hers. After doing so, he released himself and laughed softly before responding.
"I am at war, and I am marrying you while away from home. Thus you are my war bride!"
Yasmin merely scoffed at this before wiping back the bangs from her forehead; as she did so, she reached into the young Austrian King's shorts with a wicked smile on her face.
"How about we have a quick one before the road?"
Berengar smiled as he heard this before giving a command to his servant nearby.
"Fetch the olive oil! and quickly!"
Upon hearing this, the servant nodded before running off to the Manor and returning with a bottle of olive oil. He did not know why Berengar had requested such a thing so suddenly, but he was quickly dismissed by the Austrian King and ordered not to return.
After this Berengar made sure he was alone with the Granadan Princess before he pulled down her bikini bottom and filled his hands with olive oil before applying it to her tan plump. After playing around with her cheeks for a while, he slid his oily fingers into the hole where he began to apply the oil to her innards making sure it was fully prepped for what was to come. The busty Granadan Princess bit her lips as she moaned in pleasure. After a while, she could no longer contain her lust and broke her silence.
"Put it in!"
Berengar chuckled as he heard this, it had been a few months since he began training her hole for his use, and now it would appear that the woman was addicted to it. However, he was not ready yet; he quickly pulled down his shorts and put his member in front of her face.
Like a bitch in heat, Yasmin immediately knew what to do as she placed the object of her desire into her mouth and took it to its base repeatedly. By now, she was so experienced with this act that she no longer gagged upon reflex.
Only after he was well prepared did Berengar turn the woman around and slowly slide his shaft into her rear; the moment he did so, her lower lips gushed in orgasm. Berengar was not surprised; out of all of his girls, Yasmin was what he would call a squirter. Thus he thought nothing of it and immediately began to thrust his hips back and forth like a piston; the more he did so, the louder the Princess's moans became.
Fearing that he would attract the attention of his servants, Berengar pressed the woman's pretty face into the soft sand of the beach and began to exaggerate his movements even further. Despite the rough treatment, Yasmin only grew wetter as she climaxed once more. Berengar himself was not even close to finishing; as such, he gave the Princess no reprieve as he continued his sexual act.
While this was ongoing, he gripped the woman's substantial breasts and hung onto them as he pumped his hips; the soft flesh filled up his hands and felt as if they were overflowing from his grasp as he did so. Yasmin's stomach was flat and slightly toned despite her substantial bust and broad hips. She carried all of her weight in her breasts, and rear making her a beautiful woman to the eyes of a man like Berengar.
After making love in an unorthodox method for well over an hour, Berengar finally reached his conclusion, where he pulled out his shaft and shot his liquid all over her pretty, tanned face. The sight instantly turned him on more; unfortunately, they did not have the time to go multiple rounds. Thus the young Austrian King immediately rose from his seat and gave the Princess some advice as he set forth to the Manor.
"Clean yourself up. Afterward, we will depart for the capital..."
Yasmin was in a state of total bliss and could barely comprehend his words; as such, she lied naked on the beach for well over ten minutes before rising from her position and cleaning herself off in the Sea. After doing so, she returned to the Manor and dressed in something far more appropriate. Thus, the young couple departed towards the City of Cordoba, where their wedding would be held.
Their little romantic adventure on the beach would remain unknown by the various powers, thus securing her alleged chastity and allowing Berengar to fulfill the terms of his agreement with the young Sultan Hasan.
When they finally arrived within the gates of the City of Cordoba, several days would have passed, and the couple would be quickly rushed to their wedding. After all, there was a war to be fought, and the Granadan troops were just about ready to see combat.
The duty of a King was never complete, and Berengar was just happy that he could avoid his troubling emotions for the time being in the arms of a beautiful woman. When he finally returned home from Austria, he knew that he would have created more trouble than if he had denied his relationship with Yasmin. Then again, that was a worry for another time.
