Fantasize about the Kingmaker

Blushing at the inscription and mind focused on what could be hiding under his clothes, you in your mind's eye will the man to come off of the statue, and gasp a little as he does just that! As the temple around you fades into golden autumn fields of wheat, you look around you and see that the two of you are standing outside a small cottage. You run off into the cottage, looking back and pleading with the man to join you, hearth stove in one corner of the large room in order to keep the entire house warm regardless of season, though it seems to be unlit at the moment. The bed sits in a corner opposite the kitchen area, and you gleefully hop onto the bed, loins growing moist in anticipation, then gasp as you sink slightly into its soft quilts and mattress. The man joins you on the bed, kissing you on the lips briefly as he takes his shirt off, chest glistening in the evening sun coming through the window. You, eager to do the same, slip your shirt off as he returns to kissing your lips, but then after lingering but a moment, moves to your cheek, giving it a kiss there as well, resting his lips for but a second before moving on to your neck.

His mouth moves next to your collarbone, giving it a second-long peck as he moves next to your upper chest, your breath growing short in anticipation. His lips move next to your upper breast, continuing to slowly move downwards as he kisses just above your nipple next, it groaning in anticipation and frustration as he skips over it to kiss next the bottom of your breast, lingering there a couple seconds longer than the previous spots. Just as you reach a hand to relieve your nipple yourself, he places his hand on your wrist, stopping it from advancing, as he simply moves his lips to your nipple, suckling it for a few seconds before moving on to the other one, doing the same. It is now that your first moan elicits from your lips, although it surely won't be your last. He moves now to your upper sternum, kissing there for a few seconds, as he then moves to the center of the sternum, between your breasts. As he lingers there for a few seconds, his finger teases your nipple for but a few seconds before pulling away, his lips now moving to your lower sternum. He continues gradually tracing along your form, moving next to your upper belly, then your bellybutton, then your lower belly, hovering just above your crotch after before pulling your skirt down, his head following it down to your ankles, as your skirt now comes off thereof. His lips return to your body, moving to your ankle now.

He slowly and gradually weaves his lips tortuously along points of your body, weaving between your two legs as he does so. By the time his lips get to your knees, you are so near to breaking his implied "no touching yourself" condition that you nearly plunge your fingers into your tunnel right there. Instead, you somehow manage to restrain yourself, allowing his lips to continue their ministrations. His lips now gradually move up your two thighs, weaving growing closer together and he begins to linger less on each point. Only upon finally reaching the tops of your thighs after what seems like hours, do his lips touch your sex, sucking gently on your pearl as your muscles quickly build tension resulting from the prior indefinite anticipation. He then moves his mouth to your honeypot, licking its sticky juices from within, forethumb moving up to your clit as your legs part, permitting him access. His tongue moves in and out of your pot, only to push his thumb out of the way in order to suck your clit again. Back and forth he slowly moves, as he continues gradually building you towards the inevitable. After quite some time of this has passed, your muscles slowly growing more and more tense, he then moves to suck your clit, swirling his tongue around it as you do so, intensifying your moans. His fingers now enter your honeypot, index and center curling to massage the inner tunnel walls, very slowly increasing in speed. As he continues doing this, the thumb which had been on your clit now moves up towards your breast, index and ring finger clasping your nipple as they slowly and gently twirl it. At this point, unable to build further before releasing, your muscles begin clenching and releasing, your back arching.

Upon recovery from your orgasm, he now moves to take his pants off, sliding his manmeat into your pussy, easily doing so as it becomes slick with your recent juices. He moves his torso forward, taking his lips and joining them to yours. As he begins to slowly pick up speed, you feel your muscles building tension once more as your tongue enters his mouth, looking to play. His tongue reciprocates, entering yours, as your two tongues wrap around each other, performing a horizontal tango in tandem with the one below. As this continues through the night, you finally pass out after what seems like the hundredth orgasm.