Love

Marus is leaning back against the headboard of the four-post bed. Mira’s eyes flutter open like a butterfly. He smiles as he watches her beautiful and delicious naked body lurch sitting up. Her head and eyes spin around until she finds him.

Relief splashes across Mira’s face when she sees Marus and that surprises him. He smiles even more as he sees his brand sigil slowly form on her neck and below her right ear. She crawls up to her incubus with a contended smile.

“I take it that you got your fill from only me last night?” The idea seems to bring great satisfaction to Marus’s previously virgin bride. “I am surprised how ignorant I was to how good it feels.”

With a chuckle Marus responds, “There is greater pleasure when you love the person you have sex with. Yes I imagine you alone could sustain me indefinitely.”

Feather light kisses travel up Marus’s goat legs, “Is that something you want?” Mira asks seductively between kisses. He has to catch himself from laughing at that loaded question. It is obvious what answer she wanted.

Abruptly Marus rolls Mira onto her back and locks lips with her with a deep and passionate soulful kiss. She moans unabated at the pleasure she feels from his touch.

When the kiss breaks, “Mira surprisingly I believe I am in love with you. I have never felt this way about anyone even before last night. Now that I have you I do see my priorities shifting.”

Hope sparkles in Mira’s eyes at Marus’s words and endures still after hearing what came next, “However I am an incubus. Bread and water could sustain you but naturally, you want more.”

“But, you said your priorities are different now.” Mira says wanting to believe that her Goddess of the Sun is giving her a path back to the light.

“Yes, and I believe you will… like, some of the changes… but others probably not so much.” Mira gazes into Marus’s eyes with confusion. The Mira from before would have snapped by now. However, she knew Marus loves her because she can even feel the emotion now connecting them. She is different…

“Yes, my love you are special and unique to me. Your place is as you wish it to be. At my side hand in hand.” The old Marus would have recoiled at the thought. Instead he finds warmth with Mira touching her lips to his. He can feel the connection she is referring to and it is new… in many ways. It makes him wonder if a certain Goddess’s hand is at work. A plan begins to form in his mind.

“I am freeing the women of my harem. Yet as I said the women of my harem are the smartest, wisest, and most beautiful within the Prime Material. A few chose to join you and I in a marriage.”

Mira arches her eyebrow, “How is that different from a Harem?”

Marus slips his massive cock inside of Mira and makes it even harder for her to be mad at him as he gives her such exquisite pleasure. “Because you will be in love with each other as you are with me. They are free to do as they wish and still enjoy my protection.”

“Your protection?” This is the first Mira has ever heard of Marcus being able to give some protection like aura. “You wouldn't have heard of it because they were never used for combat. If I wanted to feed off their lust for combat alone then it would be in a gladiatorial arena. Both of which affords us a bit of privacy from Arlain’s eyes and ears.”

“However as a last act, I sent thirteen of the Harem on loan to the Goblins and Orcs each for seven years. Being mine, means they will remain youthful eternally and their enhanced bodies mean they will be able to bear them children without risk of them loosing their life.”

“What!?! Why!” Hands shot back and push onto Marus’s broad shoulders with all Mira’s might. However, that is hardly enough even if she was free from being impaled by his massive slab of man flesh.

Mira’s initial shock and anger are taken aback by the consoling comfort in Marus’s eyes, it confused her. “Why?” She whispers again but she has stopped trying to buck him off.

“It is their severance for being unable to meet their quota of females otherwise. Thirteen women guaranteed to be able to have children and survive the process for seven years is well worth many times what they are missing.

“They have agreed to my cessation of the war.”

“Though, to keep them from questioning my authority and leadership. I have had to demand something extremely valuable from the Kingdom of Arlain. Something, conceivably I might not get by just sacking the capital.”