>Aryanne's warm breath fills you as she presses her mouth to yours, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss
>At last you are alone with your bride, able to show one another the depths of your feelings
>"Meine liebe," she whispers thickly, "how I have vaited for zis moment..."
>She gasps when your hands brush her thighs, fingers ghosting over her pale coat, her small body trembling from the sensation
>You hold her close as you both sit on the edge of the bed, her warmth soaking into you; enjoying her touch, her panting
>You'd waited for one another for so long
>All those months at the front, fighting for your lives, for your country
>Those months spent in the aftermath, those rigid state meetings, the endless rigor of post-war government
>All those appearances you'd had to keep up, both of you suffering, repressing your feelings
>There were certainly whispers of the relationship between you, but you had both hidden it so well
>Knowing that your love could never be safe until the Reich had been established, and peace had returned
>Now, finally, you can be together, and neither of you ever want to part
>Your love is like a panzer, crushing everything beneath it
>Immolating those who would stand in your way; destroying all who hate the purity of your love
>"Schatz, schatz, ich liebe dich..."
>The words fall from your lips, and from hers, over and over again in a warm, wonderful wave, your hands caressing every part of her, her hooves touching you, seeking you, her heart beating along with yours -
>Aryanne is lost in passion as she kisses down your neck, down your chest, trailing toward your groin
>She laughs, her eyes full of joy, as if you were both young lovers again
>That's what it felt like - like the first time you'd ever been together, like those secret liaisons that you'd both craved, even when they were months apart
>This was the first time you'd ever been together this intimately, though; you'd saved yourselves for the day you both might be husband and wife
