gods were pleased and found her husband’s offering acceptable. An eye opened in her mind and poured Sight upon her.
* * *
Günter’s shoulder began to ache as he watched the bruises grow upon the hot flesh of his wife’s rump. One by one, he continued to spank her sharply, keeping her apart from the mortal world through the veil of pain. She stiffened beneath him, signaling that the time had come for the pain to stop. He slowly lowered his hand to gently rub the purple flesh. Her tears renewed as she came down from the tranquil state of being and pain found her body once again.
Ilesbet had once told him that being in the presence of the gods brought her to a state of true bliss, one that could not be compared to anything brought about in the real world. It was due to this perfect state of being that the gods had forbidden her to be pleasured until her full return to the present. Hell be damned , Günter thought as he reached between her thighs. She is mine to do with as I please! He found her wet and swollen, begging for relief. He plunged his finger into her, covering it with her slickness and then began to roll her protruding nub between his thumb and middle finger.
“No…you cannot…” Ilesbet whimpered, her body both limp with exhaustion and straining with excitement.
“You surrendered to me and the gods were pleased, were they not? You received the Sight?”
“Yes, but…ohhh…”
“Then they will also accept that I reward your surrender as I believe to be true. On your knees, Ilesbet. Bury your face in the flowers that grew from your tears,” Günter said hoarsely, quickly releasing his aching cock from his pants. It sprung forward, needing no guidance as he kneeled behind her bottom and sought the entrance to her womanhood. He buried his shaft deep inside of her with a single plunge, hearing her moans muffled by the soft, flowery cushion. Günter began to pump her with abandon, grabbing handfuls of flowers and crushing them over her naked skin as he filled her.
“Touch yourself. You serve the gods, but you give yourself only to me,” he grunted, his flower-stained fingers digging into her hips as he felt his body begin to become rigid with promised pleasure. Ilesbet obeyed, slinking her hand underneath her and feeling for the dripping wetness of her body. She pressed her bottom higher into the air, pushing to allow him deeper within as she encircled the hard button. Neither noticed the trees around them as they unfolded their branches and stretched to form a dark, impenetrable canopy, blocking off the wind, the sun, and the world from their passion. Ilesbet’s voice rose to meet the sound of her pleasure, joined by Günter’s low guttural growl. With them came a chorus of a thousand singing birds. Spent, Günter rested his body over that of his collapsed wife and rolled to join her on a mattress of soft petals and tender grass.
Slowly, she opened her eyes to meet his own. Dark amethyst to ice blue. A small smile met her lips as his hand traced her jaw.
“All will be well, my husband. I have seen the future. We need only to step aside now and wait.”
“Your pain? Why did the gods not remove it? Why did they have me take it to this color?” Günter asked with concern, tenderly touching the dark bruises on her posterior.
“Because I asked a favor of them. I promised to endure the color of the flowers born of my tears if they would grant me a daughter. She has been conceived this day and will take my place as priestess when she is grown.”
Günter drew her into his arms happily, cradling her head against his shoulder as he rolled to his back and viewed the clear sky. “The clouds were lined with purple as well. Was there meaning to that?”
Ilesbet lifted her head to look at him with excitement. “Truly? We were shown the color in the clouds as well? The gods will also grant us with another son! Twins!”
“I still do not like these bruises that you carry. Would it have been
* * *
Günter’s shoulder began to ache as he watched the bruises grow upon the hot flesh of his wife’s rump. One by one, he continued to spank her sharply, keeping her apart from the mortal world through the veil of pain. She stiffened beneath him, signaling that the time had come for the pain to stop. He slowly lowered his hand to gently rub the purple flesh. Her tears renewed as she came down from the tranquil state of being and pain found her body once again.
Ilesbet had once told him that being in the presence of the gods brought her to a state of true bliss, one that could not be compared to anything brought about in the real world. It was due to this perfect state of being that the gods had forbidden her to be pleasured until her full return to the present. Hell be damned , Günter thought as he reached between her thighs. She is mine to do with as I please! He found her wet and swollen, begging for relief. He plunged his finger into her, covering it with her slickness and then began to roll her protruding nub between his thumb and middle finger.
“No…you cannot…” Ilesbet whimpered, her body both limp with exhaustion and straining with excitement.
“You surrendered to me and the gods were pleased, were they not? You received the Sight?”
“Yes, but…ohhh…”
“Then they will also accept that I reward your surrender as I believe to be true. On your knees, Ilesbet. Bury your face in the flowers that grew from your tears,” Günter said hoarsely, quickly releasing his aching cock from his pants. It sprung forward, needing no guidance as he kneeled behind her bottom and sought the entrance to her womanhood. He buried his shaft deep inside of her with a single plunge, hearing her moans muffled by the soft, flowery cushion. Günter began to pump her with abandon, grabbing handfuls of flowers and crushing them over her naked skin as he filled her.
“Touch yourself. You serve the gods, but you give yourself only to me,” he grunted, his flower-stained fingers digging into her hips as he felt his body begin to become rigid with promised pleasure. Ilesbet obeyed, slinking her hand underneath her and feeling for the dripping wetness of her body. She pressed her bottom higher into the air, pushing to allow him deeper within as she encircled the hard button. Neither noticed the trees around them as they unfolded their branches and stretched to form a dark, impenetrable canopy, blocking off the wind, the sun, and the world from their passion. Ilesbet’s voice rose to meet the sound of her pleasure, joined by Günter’s low guttural growl. With them came a chorus of a thousand singing birds. Spent, Günter rested his body over that of his collapsed wife and rolled to join her on a mattress of soft petals and tender grass.
Slowly, she opened her eyes to meet his own. Dark amethyst to ice blue. A small smile met her lips as his hand traced her jaw.
“All will be well, my husband. I have seen the future. We need only to step aside now and wait.”
“Your pain? Why did the gods not remove it? Why did they have me take it to this color?” Günter asked with concern, tenderly touching the dark bruises on her posterior.
“Because I asked a favor of them. I promised to endure the color of the flowers born of my tears if they would grant me a daughter. She has been conceived this day and will take my place as priestess when she is grown.”
Günter drew her into his arms happily, cradling her head against his shoulder as he rolled to his back and viewed the clear sky. “The clouds were lined with purple as well. Was there meaning to that?”
Ilesbet lifted her head to look at him with excitement. “Truly? We were shown the color in the clouds as well? The gods will also grant us with another son! Twins!”
“I still do not like these bruises that you carry. Would it have been
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