***Author’s Note:*** *I wrote this in about 20 minutes in a Discord chat on a whim, afterwards I was told repeatedly to go post my stuff to* r/Erotica *and try to make a living off of what I do. This will be the first of a couple of sample posts, and if they’re received well, I’ll start doing commissions for my work.*
***Word Count:*** *2439*
Rippling like a sea of radiating light, the form of the Emperor stood before her, disrobed and without the glistening armor of ages past. He took a single step forward and his body began to glow like a roiling sun, and yet there was no pain when you looked upon him, instead it was reassurance, a light of healing and majesty that reached and reflected all throughout the room. Another step and his shape began to shift, the very light shedding from his form like dewdrops rising from the warming grass in the morning light. Each step after he shed just a bit more, until he stood before his bride and extended a hand the same size as her’s, one whose light was no longer blinding, but emanated like a simple golden aura around his skin. His skin itself was bronzed and calloused, the hands of a warrior from centuries of conflict, and yet when her skin touched his own, she felt the skin give way to a certain softness that she couldn’t quite describe.
The velvet sheets around her fell like cascades of water and their bare bodies grew ever-closer as the Lord of Mankind climbed atop her. Blinding light having faded, she could now make out his features. Upon his head was long flowing black hair that ran past his shoulders, like a waterfall of raven-black across his skin that somehow still shimmered in its own darkness. His face was kind, his smile gentle, and his eyes twinkled with something familiar that she couldn’t quite place, but it was framed by a steel jawline that encapsulated his power and his loveliness all in one. Further down his chest was filled with thunderous power, carved from a block of solid adamantine and yet rising and falling with each breath that rolled down into his abdomen. A single touch would fill her with a warmth that spread far past her fingers and left her heart quaking and quivering, like it had been struck by a spark of unrivaled light.
She almost dared not look further down to see what lay below his waist, but his light seemed to attract her gaze. Between his legs his manhood stood firm and proud before her, shaped into a gentle upward curve that she could already picture in her mind’s eye, crafted to strike her in the most treasured of places. Then there was its size… She bit her lips, her fingers twitching as she held, one hand onto his massive chest and the other wrapping around his neck where his ravenblack hair tickled against her arm, softer than even the velvet beneath her. Yet despite her hesitation her legs parted and she gazed upwards into his eyes. She couldn’t watch it, she wanted only to watch him… to feel him…
She felt the tip first, feeling her out, and she inhaled sharply as his mere touch sent shockwaves through her body. She could forget fitting if his mere touch gave her such pleasure, she was far more concerned with surviving his touch alone. He pushed forward and she prepared herself, but she was left wanting as instead he ground the full length against her, letting her feel every last inch drag across her womanhood and eliciting the sweetest of whines from her throat. He swallowed and forced it back down, she wanted to close her eyes and lose herself in her passions, but she couldn’t bear to tear her eyes from the man before her.
Then she felt the whole of his length laid against her womb and she could feel it, all of it, she could feel how deep it would reach, what it would do to her, how it would drive her to her limits and she began to shake beneath him. Then there it was, his touch brushing against her cheek, a gentle kiss to her forehead and she was calm again. Another kiss to her brow and she breathed a sigh of relief, trailing down her nose and to her lips, where she felt herself filled with a blessing unlike any other. His hand cupped her cheek, holding her close as her body glowed with the very same light as her Emperor, and in that moment she knew she was safe, safe to embrace him, safe to bear him…
She prepared herself, steeled by the will of the Emperor as she felt him press against her once more. Yet she was stronger now, fueled by her faith and filled with the fire that had earned her the role as the Bride of the Emperor. She pressed her knees against each side of his waist and lifted her ankles up and around what she could reach of his body. She tried to lock them, but she couldn’t, for his great bulk was too massive for even her tall and slender legs that had drawn the eyes of many a man. She chose instead to dig her heels in, hanging on for dear life as she knew what was soon to come.
Every moment felt like an eternity, every touch like a crack of lightning against her skin, and now filled with the radiant light the whole of the world felt more real. She could feel more, see more, hear more, and most importantly in the moment, each touch from before felt dull in comparison. She was alive in a way she never had been before and that came with a whole new world of sensation and she knew in her heart of hearts that nothing would compare to this moment in her life. She would live here forever until it came again and she could truly be alive with her Emperor. Life would revolve around him, as it should, for her life was his, and he was her reason for life…
There it was, the first push; her faith held strong, even as she felt her lips squeak and her throat tighten. Where she had expected pain there was instead unending pleasure, a pleasure that was entirely unlike that of She Who Thirsts. No, her pleasure was hollow, empty, without a source, this was different, it was warm and welcoming, it sought love first, and pleasure was a result of that love. Her entire body shifted as a renewed heat ran through her body, raising from her waist from her toes and all the way up to her head, which swam with endless thoughts of love and desire for her Emperor. She knew it once more, this was the moment that she would live in forever.
The second push did not dull, if anything it grew more intense as his glorious manhood pushed ever deeper inside her. The same of the third, and every moment after that, for it was like living in slow motion with every moment a frame in the picture, one that she lived in endlessly until the next came. He never gave pause, his motions were smooth, and inch by inch he pushed himself deeper, taking hold of her waist to keep her in place and ensure that every movement took him further. Soon his head pushed past her most sensitive area and her eyes rolled back, staring up towards the ceiling for only the briefest moments before forcing herself to look back up towards her Emperor, and then down towards her waist.
She could see it… She could see it filling her, and as intense as it felt he wasn’t even halfway in. She swallowed and her body began to shake once more, surely no mortal could take such a rod, such a thing was meant for the divine, not for her… She turned up to look at him, reaching a single hand up to his cheek and for the first time words left her lips, “P-Please…” she whispered, her fingers gently brushing across his cheek, over his lips, and down his jaw. “Give it all to me… Let me feel you, my Emperor, let me have you so that I may bear your seed….”
Her Emperor never stopped smiling, but when she said that, she saw something else glint in his eyes, something that kindled that flame he’d lit mere moments ago as he spoke up in turn. “Of course, my bride,” and those simple words rolled over her like a tidal wave crashing through a valley. The words, the way he spoke them, the way his breath fell from his lips and drifted across her skin made her all the more vehement in her need, and so she forced her heels down onto his back again, readying herself once more for what was to come.
It came, and it came with everything she could ever wish for, for she was given a mere taste of what heaven could produce as the Emperor adjusted himself, his hips shifting, and then with a mighty thrust he filled her completely. She could swear her heart had been pushed into her throat and her entire body quaked, holding onto him for all the support in her life. To her, he was a life raft, the only thing keeping her soul tied to the mortal plane and away from the miasma that was the Warp, he was keeping her here, anchored by her touch upon him, and his manhood buried deep inside her. For the briefest few moments her vision glazed over and she could see it, she could see the beauty, the divine, the god before her once again, within the heaven she was promised. She was there, this was her heaven, and she would embrace it, as all should.
Her moment of cloud nine would pass as he pulled back, leaving her feeling empty, like a void inside her needed to be filled. It burned with such a fiery hot sensation that she nearly begged for him to continue before he’d even fully pulled back, but before she could even speak he had filled her again and she was returned to her heaven. As he drew back again the tip of his manhood scraped against her sensitive insides, dragging across her and leaving even his exit a thing of pure bliss and sensation. Then again he pushed, her body pressed into the bed below as the entire bed shook and shuddered; had she not been blessed by the man moments prior she might have been broken, but her body held firm, her womb only aching ever more for that which she had been promised.
And so their exchange continued, with the Bride of the Emperor lost in the purest of divinity, each and every moment more overwhelming than the last. She could feel a touch, but it was like a force of nature across her skin, brushing over her bust, her waist, her lips, and right over her entrance where she was toyed with endlessly by the forces that held her down. Her body burned, her lungs were sucked of air, and words failed her in the moments, for there was no thought, no fear, no hesitation, there was only her Emperor, the pleasure he gave her, and his manhood filling her up, giving her everything she could ever desire in life. Her legs shook as her toes curled and her body was thrown into a frenzy all its own, moving in pitch and yaw with her Emperor, shifting in tandem, becoming one with his passions and his pleasures, and he with her’s.
She could not count how many times she reached heaven for each movement brought her deeper into her bliss. It was a never-ending sea of pleasure and her body rewarded her each and every time her Emperor gave her what she desired most. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, one for each time she was brought to heaven, one for each time the Emperor blessed her with his divinity. She was surrounded by light as her vision left her, surrounded by the touch of her Emperor as his godlike essence filled her like a shining ray of golden light, readying her, preparing her to carry his seed, the duty she had always been here to fulfill.
Intertwined with her Emperor she could feel him as his physical form throbbed and twitched inside of her, for every twitch brought his cock pressing even harsher against her insides and she whispered her second words against him, brought from the very depths of her heart and meant only for the Emperor himself. Infused with an unending truth she whispered to him, echoing her first words. “Give it to me my Emperor, give me your seed, make me the mother of your child, make me your bride…”
Then came the final blessing, all she asked for and more as his throbbed and twitched, and swelled with the power of his psychic might, infusing every last drop of his seed with his power as he erupted inside her. She could feel it, all of it, filling her womb like a torrent, a warmth that would never go away, that she would feel for the rest of her days, reminded of this moment that she now lived in. Her hand instinctively reached to her womb, filled with life by the master of mankind and a split slip across her face. A little piece of heaven to be with her, to fill her, and to remind her of her duty, for she was to bring light to the Imperium, just as the Emperor brought light to her. Her smile twisted and brightened and her eyes opened once more to see her Emperor atop her, gazing down at her with each droplet of sweat shimmering like flecks of gold showering the both of them. Her legs refused to unlock, they wouldn’t, not while her Emperor might hold yet still some reward for her, or while she might still feel some pleasure from his massive manhood.
And in that moment, still deep inside her, the Emperor leaned down and brought his lips to hers once more, locking together, parting so that his tongue might reach her’s and spell out his name within the caverns of her mouth. His fingers still played with her twitching form and once again, her body shuddered in one, final release before falling limp, exhausted with even the divine spark within her. She was still, after all, only mortal. Yet she need not fear, for this was her life now as in her mind she relived those moments again and again and in her smile, she craved the next, for as the Bride of the Emperor, it was her sworn duty to serve her master in all things….
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