A Champion’s Return

The sound of a powerful knock on the wooden doors reverberates throughout the room.

“Enter.” The High Priestess answered, standing up from her prayers.

General Markus entered, with two subordinates.

“High Priestess, I bring news.”

“Tell me General, please tell me you have ‘good’ news...” Alarra responded, almost pleadingly.

General Markus sighed heavily. “At a high price you eminence, we have finally defeated the enemies armies.”

Alarra breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “Finally, it is over, then.”

“Yes, almost...” He pauses, something is clearly still on his mind which bothers him.

“My troops are weary, may I make preparations for their return and rest?” Markus requested.

“Yes, I will need details later as well, however, hold a moment. Come forth.” Alarra looked to the General’s subordinates. They were young men, attractive, hardly looking like they had seen a day of battle. “Leave us.”

Markus approached as his subordinates stepped out and closed the large wooden doors. He was older than the other two, but still very fit and healthy. He does have a sense of weariness about him, Alarra thought, undoubtably from too much conflict in his life. It made Alarra’s heart sad for him, but she knew she could make it up to him. His pains, his tireless pursuit of the enemy, his trauma from what he had been through. Goddess knows the horrors that he has seen.

“The goddess is pleased my champion.” Alarra spoke confidently, as she turned away from him.

“I am but a humble...” Markus hesitated in his speech, as the High Priestess reached up and unclasped her collar. “servant...”

She turned again, now directly facing him.

“The goddess demands you are rewarded for this victory, for this tireless campaign.” He deserves anything the kingdom can offer. The High Priestess thought to herself.

General Markus watched in shock as her soft hands slid down, slowly pulling her robe apart.

Her body was magnificent. Absolute perfection. Prominent pink nipples rose firmly and elegantly, pointing slightly upwards, on ample mounds of golden naked skin, curved in the most appealing way imaginable. Her beauty called to him, and his loins throbbed in anticipation. His eyes drifted to the curvature of her belly, down towards her forbidden garden.

He looked away, suddenly feeling ashamed for laying his eyes on her. He was not worthy of the paragon of fertility.

Alarra stepped forward, walking up to him and caressing his face as she insisted he look upon her. His gaze returned to her, hesitantly, and Alarra smiled at him reassuringly as she leaned into him while her hands delicately reached towards his belt. She whispered into his ear. “I offer myself to you. For your services to me, and our kingdom.”

The General’s pants suddenly fell free, and the High Priestess kissed him deeply. It was the sweetest of kisses he’d ever experienced, consuming him with passion and overwhelming his senses completely. His hands found her hips, and gently, he slid off the rest of her robes. His plow eagerly brushed the warmth between her legs, causing him to tremble in nervous excitement.

Alarra stepped back gracefully, out of her robes laying on the floor, and leaned back against her altar. A golden aura surrounding her as the sunlight enveloped her nude figure. She is a goddess in her own right. Markus thought.

“The goddess has chosen you, Markus.” Alarra looked to him longingly as she spread her legs for him.

Markus stepped up to her, quickly swelling for her in anticipation. “Ravish my garden, take my virginity, and give the kingdom a worthy heir.” Her hand slid down, caressing her opening, and parted it for him. He leaned into her, consumed with desire, and pushed his plow inside of her. They gasped from the penetration together, albeit for different reasons.

They held their bodies together for a moment, enraptured by the sensation, until Markus gently slid back out of her. Looking down, holding those smooth, voluptuous thighs, he saw her virgin blood on his plow.

Purity. He thought.

Markus looked back up, into her teary and pained eyes. They yearned for him to continue, despite her discomfort.