Here Comes The Storm.

"Husband", he growled, a low rumbling starting in his chest as he leaned in to take in her scent.

"Call me your husband", he demanded, breathing in the sweetness as one of his massive, rough hands spread her folds before he dove in, licking a broad stroke from her hole up to her clit. The taste on his tongue made him roll back his eyes and groan, loud and shameless in his desire.

"You taste like paradise, wifey", he looked up to find her green hues, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth before he was sure she looked and then he dove in, tongue exploring her folds before he used it to push into her tight little hole. God, his cock would split her in two without prep, and he loved his wife. He would not hurt her even if he was mad with need for her.

With her legs still over his shoulders, he used his one hand to keep her in place while the other moved up over her stomach and to her tits, finding a nipple and twirling it between his thumb and index finger.

It was then that she felt the fire inside of her. The moment his rough hands spread her folds, Kate gasped as she looked down at what he was doing. Just out of curiosity, to understand better. Looking at his tongue now stroking her slit made her let out a little scream of surprise and pleasure. "Oh!"

Her smile grew as he stated that she tasted like paradise. She was speechless, unable to pronounce anything as the sensation of his warm and wet tongue on her cunt was too good. Her hand gently caressed his face before her fingers started brushing his hair. It was the first time of her life that a man touched her, tasted her, worshipped her. She arched her back, opened her legs wider to give him a better view and access to her core. "Oh, this is so good..." She finally managed to whisper, letting out a few little gasps every time his tongue stroke her clit.

She slowly lifted herself to put her weigh on her elbows, breasts now pressed together, big, tensed and firm. The view of her handsome husband now between her legs, his tongue lapping on her soaked cunt was breathtaking. The woman moaned, rolled her hips under his tongue as if she wanted more. If this was the pleasure she had heard about, she would want this eternally.

"They are perfect, my heart. You are perfect", he leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth, teasing her with his teeth, only to soothe her with his tongue afterwards, and then he switched sides, feeling a wet patch form in his breeches of the precum that was leaking from his rocking hard dick. God, how much he wanted to bury himself into her wet heat, feel the way her pussy would struggle with his size and make her scream, first maybe from pain, but once he made himself fit, she would moan his name like his own personal slut.

"I could do this for hours", he murmured, and then he saw her parting her legs further, exposing her hot heat to his hungry gaze. He took one of her ankles and lifted her leg, lips spreading kisses from her ankle down her calf and over the inside of her perfect creamy white thighs. He wanted to treasure the moment and make sure that she would beg for him to breed her every day forward, and preparation was key in that.

"Such a cute little pussy", he mused, hot breath washing over her sensitive skin before he turned to the side, placing the leg over his shoulder before he started spreading kisses over the other leg, taking his sweet time before he placed it on his other shoulder.

As he commented how perfect her breasts were, Kate smiled sweetly and looked down at his mouth wrapping around one of her nipples. "Oh..!" She closed her eyes, welcomed this new sensation. His teeth made her jump slightly but his tongue afterwards gave her a smooth sensation. Her hands gently moved to caressed his hair, her green hues looked at the man claiming both of her breasts with such desire. She could feel this tingling sensation in her stomach, the humidity between her thighs. She was completely aroused and finally understood that desire increasing inside of her.

Her smile grew when he stated that he could do this for hours. "Yeah? Perhaps one day we could.." She suggested, truly willing to please and satisfy her husband in the best way she could. The way he took one of her ankles made her arch her back. His kisses were making her burn for him. She let a low moan escape as she could see his face dangerously closer to her cunt. It was glistening with her own arousal, lips swollen and ready to welcome him.

His comment made her groan as she could feel his hot breath now. The way he was teasing her was enough for the woman to feel the need to beg him. She couldn't handle the wait, she was burning for him and wanted him to touch her, claim her.

"It's yours, my King. This whole body is yours and will always be. No one else shall touch me, only you. Only your fingers, your tongue, your cock. Anything you wish, I am yours and shall be yours forever." She whispered, her back now arching more as she desperately wanted him to take her. "Please, my King... Please claim me... I am burning for you."

The way she spoke of their children, of the life they would live together. The life he had been promised for decades of war and bloodshed. He would surely be remembered as a monster by many, but not by her- never by her. He had done unspeakable things to be worthy of his goddess, to be worthy of her will made manifest in the body of a gorgeous woman.

"Only mine. Forever mine", he murmured, more reassurance for himself than for her.

The thought of taking her outside made him stop in his tracks. That would let people get to see her. Not just the priestesses- the ones he considered his closest confidants- but real people. Especially his men. He had fought battles by their side and trusted them with his life, but he was not ready to share her. Not yet. Not while they were not properly unified in front of their celestial patron. Their union would only be legitimate if his seed was in her womb, taking root to start their dynasty.

No sermon and no promise whispered between people could replace that.

"Our goddess should see the union she prophesied decades ago", he retorted, leaning down to brush his nose against her face. Her skin was so fair and soft; he knew that he would leave marks. Signs of his claim over her body that would only tighten the bond that was about to be bound between their hearts.

"You were promised to me before you were born", his eyes wandered over her face, memorising her features the way he memorised maps and battle strategies.

"I have waited for twenty long years, my heart, I will not wait a second longer"

Those words were enough to fill her heart with love for the man. She had been told that she would love the man she was betrothed to. And that in return, he would love her dearly. Her smile grew as she whispered. "I promise you that I shall be devoted to you until I last breath. I promise you that I will sire you heirs, stand by your side and give you everything you deserve. I shall protect you, guide you and follow your lead." She vowed, her green hues now admiring his ocean ones.

Her hand caressed his cock through his breeches as she pressed her breasts against his cold armour. The metal made her skin shiver, nipples becoming hard as rock. The woman heard his words. He wanted her right here, right now. His explanation made sense: the goddess wasn't particularly willing to show her naked body to any other man than the one she was promised to.

His nose brushed against hers, his beard leaving a few marks on her pale skin. It was slightly itchy and yet, she found it pleasant. The woman couldn't find any default to her husband: he was incredibly handsome, tall and muscular, full of passion and desire for her. Every single woman would dream of being his, and it was at that moment that Kate felt honoured of being his chosen one.

As he spoke about her being promised to him before she was born, Kate smiled at him as she caressed his hair. "I know, I was told about you. I was raised to be ready for when time would unite us." Her tone was gentle as she looked at him in the eyes before whispering.

"I was born to be your Queen."

The statement was clear and yet, there was a hint of love in her tone. His words made her smile as she knew how impatient he was. She though gasped when he pulled her closer and tore her dress. Her round breasts appeared before his ocean hues, so round and firm. Her nipples were pink, hard and perky. Her cheeks turned slightly redder as it was the first time she was naked before a man. Her King was eager to have her and she could feel it, respect it.

Seeing the way he admired her breasts, Kate gently pressed them together, making them look bigger as she lied under him. "Do you like them, my King? Those shall be yours forever." She whispered, her body shivering at the thought that she was about to serve her King, grant him this wish of his to have heirs. Kate had heard about the mating act, she knew what to expect. However, she wasn't aware of the feeling, the sensation and the size of her husband's cock.

The floor was cold on her back, yet, she could feel quite warm. As she breathed deeper, her breasts pressed against his cold armour, legs slightly opened for him to get better access to her.

"Finally, you are mine and mine alone", he pressed his face against her stomach, the dirt and sweat of the road sullying the pristine fabric the way his touch would turn her from a pure creature of light into something different, something more earthly and sinful. But it was her duty to endure and to shine even here amongst the mere mortals.

To feel so close to her belly, knowing his seed would take root right there sooner rather than later, and the first of a dynasty of godkings would come from their union, sent a shiver down his spine.

She would give him heirs who would be the foundation of the ruling house that would lead the continent to greatness. And how blessed he felt with a beauty like her. Young and with the curves of sin matched with the face of an angel.

"Kate. My queen, my love", he looked up at her, the adoration in his eyes mixing with something more sinister, something more carnal that matched the hard cock in his breeches.

"My goddess. Your husband needs you...", he took her hand and guided it to the front of his pants as he got up from his knees to tower over her comparatively petite frame. He was built like a brick wall, tall and with the back of a bull, and he knew his cock matched his frame and she was his, which meant that he would be her first, as it should be. May the flame grant him the patience to be gentle with her.

"Indeed I am. No one else shall touch me, only you my King." Kate confirmed, as if she felt the need to reassure the man. Her fingers kept brushing his hair as she tried to give him comfort as much as she could. "I was waiting for this day to come, so I would meet the man who would become my betrothed, my husband. My King and the father of my children." Her voice was soft and yet, graceful. Her heart was pure, as pure as the clear water flowing in the fountain.

As Robert called her name, the woman looked down at him as she saw the adoration in his eyes. Her smile grew wider as she gently caressed his face, feeling how eager he was to tear her dress. However, they were in a temple, a sacred place. If they were to consume their union, it should be elsewhere.

Hearing his words, Kate nodded before feeling her hand landing on his breeches. His hard cock could clearly be felt and she took a deep breath. It was impressive, just like his whole size and body. The woman pressed her body against his as she looked up at him in the eyes. "I know, dear husband. But... We are in a temple." She looked around before looking back at him with a sweet smile on her face.

"Take me outside, in a place you wish to use for our first union. I shall follow you and grand you this carnal pleasure." She promised, her other hand gently caressing his chest while the one set on his cock applied gentle caresses and squeezes.

Kate had only seen drawings of cocks, imagined the way his would look like. There was a certain flame burning inside of her, making her want to discover this handsome body without any clothes.

closed starter for @stcrmlcver

Robert had been looking forward to this day for years, decades even at this point. The priests promised him a legacy for the ages, power beyond anything any mere mortal had ever known and a perfect queen by his side who would found a dynasty to rule the continent until the end of time.

From the moment the campaign finished he had stopped fucking around, balls heavy and temper short when he arrived at the capital with his small entourage of knights long before the rest of the army would arrive. He had hurried back because he was promised a wife. The embodiment of the eternal flame, a goddess among mortals who would give him heirs and descendants for the ages.

He jumped off his horse right in front of the temple barging in not caring about the priestesses who tried to stop him, to thank and honour him. Only the most honoured mother knew him. She had been the oracle telling him what to do to ascend the throne and build his legacy. She was the woman who promised him his wife and all she did was nod towards the chapel. His wife would be waiting there. The prize for his faith and devotion and the destiny he was meant for.

Barging into the room his eyes wander around. There is just one shadowy figure in the chapel, kneeling in front of the eternal flame, the most sacred place in the entire continent and he knew in his bones what he was supposed to do now. So he let himself fall to his knees, armour rattling as the metal of his chainmail and plates met, eyes locked on the figure.

When the day came, Kate woke up with the information that her betrothed would come. Kate let the Mother prepare her: a beautiful white gown revealing her curves, a cleavage wide enough for him to guess the form of her two round, firm and generous breasts. Her long brown hair was untied and wavy, only two strands were tied with a silver pin. Her pale skin was washed, she could smell the floral scent. Rose and lavender.

The Mother walked her to the altar, where the eternal flame stood. She knelt quietly and watched it, her green hues fascinated by the dancing flame. Her heart pounded, her mind was overwhelmed with so many questions: would her King be a kindhearted man? Would he love her the way she way? Would he protect her and make her his one and only? Kate had heard plenty of stories among royalty, some of them were terrifying her. Her soul was pure, her heart was kind. She would vow loyalty to him, as his chosen one.

His steps echoed in the temple. Kate took a low, shaky breath. It was when he knelt before her that she allowed herself to look at him. Her green hues showed a certain spark as her cheeks turned pinker. He was an incredibly handsome man, she had never witness such handsomeness before. The way he knelt before her made her heart skip a beat. His beautiful voice echoed in her mind as he spoke those words.